#scrappy bear

[faeloon]

I also have a NB OC, her name originally is Beauty Bear, bur after the accident and the surgery that changed completely her looks, the other bears started to call her Scrappy... How cruel!

[mamaspark]

I went on a quilt retreat with some of my favorite people 🥰. We were all very productive! I brought 2 quilt tops that I finished ahead of the retreat just so I could get good photos

I have a backing ready for the triangle quilt. The triangle fabrics are an Alice In Wonderland fabric line. Still thinking about backing on the Wizard of Oz quilt.

I got a couple of quilts back from my quilter so I trimmed and bound both of those. The bear quilt will be gifted to my husband’s uncle. The garbage truck has Kelly green Minky on the back. Quilted in a Diamond plate pantograph. Was supposed to go to my grandson but will likely be for sale. If you’re interested please email me at mamaspark@gmail.com

I had the center block made for this pillow front. Made the block into the pillow front. Now I need to quilt it and finish the pillow.

I had enough greens and low volume fabric to make a second green Limerick quilt. I also made a coral Limerick. Got both tops finished

Lastly, I had almost all my star blocks made. I finished the blocks and put this top together. I really love it!

Now you’re all caught up with what I’ve been doing. Let me know what you think of my work!

[mrdrhenwardhykle]

I do not like the Velma series at all or even the concept of it, but their design of Scrappy literally looks so sick like?????

I'm sure its potential is wasted and the context is grotesque, but still???? They got some sick animation in this show sometimes

[incorrect-anything-quotes]

Scooby: Alright, Rhaggy, time to rhackle your fears. Now, it sounds like you're scared of rhonsters, so to help you get rhover it, here's Rhankenstein!

(Scooby opens the door, and in walks Fred in a Frankenstein costume)

Fred: Ugh, I'm Frankenstein! I'm actually really nice, there's no need to be scared of me! Rhaaaaaaaaaah!

Shaggy: Like, seriously? This is obviously Fred in a costume.

Scooby: Huh. Rhell, THAT can't be rhossible. Rhecause here comes Fred rhalking through the door right now!

(Daphne walks in dressed as Fred)

Daphne: Hey, hey, hey! Here comes Fred Jones! A rootily-toot-toot!

Shaggy: Like, yeah, okay, whatever, Daphne.

(Velma walks in dressed as Daphne)

Velma: Daphne? You must be talking about me! A rootily-toot-toot!

(Shaggy looks out the window and sees a long line of Hanna-Barbera characters dressed as the ones in front of them. At the front of the line is Scrappy-Doo dressed as Velma, behind him is Yogi Bear dressed as Scrappy, and behind him is Huckleberry Hound dressed as Yogi, and so on)

Shaggy, turning to Scooby: Do they all say "a rootily-toot-toot"?

Scooby: A rhot of them, rheah.

[loversgothic]

sorry these are shitass doodles ijust wanted to show you guys a sort of approximation of a v1 gjinka i have looks like

[tj-crochets]

I am working on making four memory bears for a friend of mine and decided I wanted them all to have almost all the same fabrics, just in different places, and that I wanted to cut out all the fabric pieces for all four at once so…chart time!

Only realized just now while typing this post that I got distracted halfway through making the horizontal lines. Oops lol

[onbearfeet]

Bucky Bear had a fabulous night out.

(ID: A teddy bear dressed as Bucky Barnes, metal arm and all, sits on a lap covered in a blue knitted wrap. Beside him is a program for Six: The Musical. Behind him, rows of seats slope down toward a stage hung with a violet-blue curtain, trimmed in gold.)

[cherrydoll39]

[cruelsister-moved2]

ACTUALLY ENJOYING a recent debut fantasy novel ive been waiting for this moment and its finally happened to meeee 🥳 😌 peace on earth

[all-action-all-picture]

The Wizard No. 96, dated 11 December 1971. Scrappy, Arnold the Bear and Joe Greer cover. DC Thomson.

[sohannabarberaesque]

So imagine the Hair Bear Bunch watching some cheesy Scrappy-Doo episode out on the road when the following discussion ensueth

SQUARE BEAR, taking stock of Scrappy-Doo's arrogance: Is it just me, or does Scrappy-Doo have a little too much swagger to begin with?

BUBI BEAR: At least compared to this clyde, yours truly isn't too much into the swagger game, yours truly rather prefers to love for life more than anything!

HAIR BEAR, trying to be rational about it: I just think, guys, that Scrappy-Doo is overrated, to begin with ... and besides, there's probably more interesting stuff worth watching and discussing as I see it....

[mewnicorn]

LOVE THESE SM THAT THEY DESERVE A POST ON MY MAIN BLOG

Sanrio 2023 Marumofubiyori Deadstock Puffy Sticker Sheet

[near-fantastica]

I had to get Rupert’s vet file transferred to a new clinic so they sent me a copy and it’s a lot like reading a report card for my difficult son

“Patient is aggressive” excuse me that’s my sweet angel boy and he has never done anything wrong in his life

[jellyfishsthings]

Nerves and Stolen Kisses

I have been toying with the idea of writing a fic about him for quite sometime and after last weekend I just had to. Estelle ( Ollie's rumoured gf is mentioned here but it is a fake relationship for PR reasons.) Also Paul Aron has a gf... friends to lovers trope.

Shoutout to @httpiastri for the inspiration

The Saudi Arabian Grand Prix was fast approaching. And Ollie was a jumble of nerves and excitement as usual. Since the early hour of the day, he opened the curtains letting the sun into the room and you groaned into the pillow.

“Wakey wakey, sleepyhead. Come on, we have a whole day ahead of us.”

“No, you do. I don't know why I came.”

“Because I am your bestest friend and I paid for your ticket and let you stay with me.”

“Both of which are for your benefit.”

“Come on….”

“Fine.” You say with a dejected sigh as you get up and you both get ready for the day. David, Ollie's dad was already waiting for you and you headed towards the paddock.

Everything was a frenzy and was passing by so quickly. As Ollie got into the garage and got ready for the quali you headed towards the stands trying to find Cassie, Paul's long-term girlfriend. Throughout the years you have formed a unique friendship. She was the only one who knew about your crush on Ollie and she teased you endlessly about it. Ollie and you had been best friends for the better part of your life, joint to the hip, having endless sleepovers, even if Dad didn't approve.

It was an endless nightmare being close enough to get a taste of all the what ifs, but never experiencing them.

“Do you and your lover boy share a room, huh?”

“It's not like that and you know it, Cassandra.”

“Yeah, it hurts, doesn't it?”

“So much. You have no idea. Yesterday I couldn't sleep and as the hours passed, he came closer and closer. He ended up holding me in his sleep. And I felt so bad because of Estelle. I know that they aren't really together and it's for PR, but still, I feel awful because technically I am the other woman… and she is just so nice and sweet. Never overstepping, I think she knows.”

We both stay quiet after that as the session continues.

“You know… whatever the case. You both love each other, platonically or not.”

“Yeah, I know.” I say as I watch the times set by all the drivers, Ollie having the fastest one yet.

“Looks like your man is on pole.”

We both make our way through the paddock, trying to pass the roaring sea of fans and we hand out already-signed autographs to anyone who asks for them. When we finally arrive, we part ways, before making promises about having dinner together at a restaurant Cassie wanted to try. And I head towards the Prema garage finding two beaming Bearmans, hugging.

“Hey Bear. Did you drive fast enough?” You call at him. And he grins like an idiot before swooping you into a tight hug spinning you. His laughter echoes in your ears as he sets you down.

“Yeah I drove fast enough, you minx.”

“Good. Now let's go. We are having dinner with Paul and Cassie in four hours and I want to see the city.”

“Give me five minutes to change and we are good to go.”

The afternoon is spent visiting local stores, trying to communicate in scrappy English and making terrible puns with products or street names. When they finally head to the restaurant their sides hurt from laughing. Dinner passed by as quickly as it came. As everyone says, time flies by when you are with the people you love.

Just as they open the door for their hotel room, Ollie flops in the bed as you head towards your computer and open it as hoards of emails and messages appear on the screen. Great more deadlines and essays to write until the end of the week.

“Leave it. We can pretend that we have nothing to do and watch a movie or local TV and try to understand what the hell is going on.”

“Thanks Bear. But I can't, as tempting as your offer is. Go to sleep, I will join you soon.”

And so you sit in front of your computer, ending essay after essay, sending them on time, until your eyes hurt from the pale blue light. The bed seems more welcoming than ever before as Ollie starfishes the entire length of it and his soft snores fill the empty space. Yeah, maybe it's time to call it a day.

An awful sound echoes in the room and eventually wakes you.

“I swear if it's one more ad I will jump from the window.” You grumble into your pillow as you steal the blankets and turn yourself into a burrito.

Ollie hisses as he opens his phone only to find a ton of messages and many missed calls from Ferrari. He dials Fred back as he moves towards the bathroom, trying to let you steal a few more minutes of much needed sleep.

When he emerges back in the room he sits down in front of you, his back supported on the bed.

“Ols, what's going on?”

“Carlos has an appendix”

“Oh no. Is he having surgery?”

“Yeah.” He says softly. “They want me to replace him.”

“What?” At that you are fully awake. Your hair is a netted nest and you look at him in shock. He looks at you, you his best friend who would look like a mess to anyone else but to him you look like the most beautiful and amazing creature in the world. Your mere presence has a more calming effect on him than anything else. If it weren't for you, he would have already lost his mind. “How? When? I…”

“We need to get to the paddock, if I don't want to miss FP3. I will wake up Dad and break the news to him.”

Soon after you enter the paddock and thousands of reporters try to get a better look at Ollie, flashing their cameras at you and bombarding you with questions as you make your way to the Ferrari garage and mechanics steal Ollie from you and David as they set to work quickly. David looks pale and sick as he paces into the garage trying to control his nerves through the FP3 and the Quali. When Ollie finally got off the car when he scored the 11th place, missing Q2 only by 3 hundreds of a second, you knew that this was it. He was finally shining like the bright star he was. He had done more than enough, his raw talent showing with barely one hour to get used to the car. And as mechanics and reporters closed around him. You couldn't help but feel like you didn't belong here. Where did you fit in? The reality hit you and it hit you hard. You hid in the back corners of the garage, eyes glued to the screen as everyone passed by without acknowledging you. You would happily hide in the shadows where he shined but this world wasn't meant for you. The anxiety was picking up at you, eating you alive from the inside.

And when Ollie got too close to the wall, your heart stopped beating. He was driving a car that was twice as fast and twice as dangerous than his normal F2 car. It was too much. The sound, the danger, everything really. Breathing suddenly seemed so hard and you needed a way out. As you hide behind the garage you call the one person who could understand. Terri picks up in the second ring her soft voice already calming you.

“Hey love. Is everything alright?”

“How do you do it? How can you stand back and do nothing?”

“You love him, don't you sweetheart?”

“I thought it was obvious.”

“Well … no I always hoped but… whatever the case, to answer your question you simply do it, you just have to. A driver needs his support system and you are it for him. You are his forever person, whether that is romantically or not. He needs to be near you and as much nervous as you are, so is he. Without you he would be lost, believe me I know my son. And I can bet you that as much as your heart breaks right now, you are also immensely proud.”

“Of course I am. But where do I fit in, in this world.”

“Right beside him, love.”

“Thanks Terri. Please call David. I think he is losing his mind and he is sick with worry.” You say chuckling before saying your goodbyes and head back towards the garage. The session is already over and Ollie is nowhere in sight.

Ollie plays with the power button of his phone trying to calm down but to no avail. The lock screen is a photo of the two of you. It was last summer both your skins flushed and hair slightly wet and tangled. You both smile at the camera and your eyes look bright with happiness. He feels slightly lighter but he knows that there is an impending panic attack and so he turns to the one person who could help him in this situation.

"I got your text," you say, tiptoeing inside and shutting the door behind you, careful to not make any loud sounds to scare him. "How are you doing?”

Ollie is sitting on a massaging table, elbows on top of his legs and head resting in his hands. His eyes are stuck on the floor, his silence is defeaning. When he still doesn't answer, your heart rate picks up. Is something really wrong?

You make your way over to him, hands finding his cheeks and softly tilting him up to look at you – and you swear you've never seen him look this wrecked before. Not after his worst crashes, not when he lost the rookie championship last year, not when he was cheated out from the Formula 3 championship. Once again, you've entered completely new territory, and your heart breaks at the sight.

"Ollie, talk to me," you plead, holding back the tears that starts to form on your eyes and threatento spill. It's so painful to look into his eyes, but you can't back down. Not now, not when he needs you this much.

"I'm-" his voice cracks but he shakes his head, clearing his throat. "I'm so nervous, I don't know what to do."

It's like he's oozing anxiety, and his heavy sigh is like a stab in your chest. Ollie, your usually so calm and collected best friend is probably going crazy over this – you know him well enough by now to understand that he's definitely freaking out even more on the inside than what he shows or tells. He is a messy jumble of nerves.

"I get that. One hundred per cent. But.." your thumbs begin to stroke over the skin of his cheeks, along his jaw, and then finally across his eyebrows, to which his eyes flutter closed. "This is your dream. It's been your dream since forever, and now you finally have the chance.”

"And it's not just any car, it's a Ferrari. Do you realize how cool that is? Do you realize how many people would kill for an opportunity like this?" You smile at the sight of him with his eyes still shut, eyelashes resting atop his cheeks, messy fringe covering his forehead. Even like this, at his most stressed state, he's completely gorgeous, not that you would ever tell him that. "You would've killed for an opportunity like this just 24 hours ago."

"But what if I ruin it?" His voice is barely above a whisper when he speaks, shoulders slumping forward. "What if I go out there and I'm shit, and then they realize what a big mistake they've made by even putting me in the academy? What if-"

"It won't happen." His eyelids slowly open and he looks up at you, seemingly not even the slightest upset that you cut him off. "You're too good to do that. You'll get in that car and it will feel like your second home, just like it always does."

Finally, a small smile makes its way onto his lips. It's only been a few minutes since you came in, but he seems much more relaxed now, leaning into your touch completely. "I'll try my best to make you proud."

“I'm always proud of you, you mufflehead.”

A laugh bubbles from his chest and he stands up from the table, opening his arms wide and pulling you in for a tight hug. His heart is still beating louder than a drum in his chest when your ear is pressed up against it, and you're almost worried it will jump out any second now. But his breaths are much more controlled now, and his mind seems much lighter. And soon enough his heartbeat slows to normal.

“I bet that in twenty four hours not only will you finish the race, you will score points and beat Max Verstappen.”

“Let's not get ahead of ourselves” he says chuckling. “God, my neck is killing me.”

“Sit down. I've got you.” And so you start massaging his neck. It's stiff and hard under your hands and he lets a small groan as you untangle one of the knots that were quite painful. After a few minutes he is putty in your hands, his eyes closed, trusting you completely and feeling at ease for the first time in the past two days.

True to your world, Ollie crosses the finish line in seventh place, having gained points in his debut. But the one thing that kept him calm through the process was the thought that she was waiting for him in the cool down room. When the race finishes and drives the car back home he jumps from his seat and he can't get fast enough to her. People around him are praising him and congratulating him but they all fall to deaf eyes.

When he finally gets into the room to change into new fireproofs, she is patiently waiting for him. Her eyes are a little misty and her face flushed.

“I told you.”

“I didn't beat Max.”

“Still.”

She closes in on him and her hands are thrown around his neck, he reciprocates the hug immediately as his heart beat finally slows down. They doth draw away after a while only for him to dive back into her and kiss her firmly on the lips. Shock petrifies her and when he stops, he places his forehead on top of hers. He is a flustered mess and he is mumbling apologies, before she reconnects their lips.

For the following hours Ollie sports a shit-eating grin on his face. Everyone thinks that it is because of his amazing performance and not for kissing the girl that held his heart captive since they were five years old.

[opal-owl-flight]

Thinking of Agent 4 and how she lost faith in herself.

more deets under the cut!

I saw a comment somewhere that this bitch is very diligent in college so what if after Octo Valley she went back to her normal life. And as such became just another face in the crowd

I feel like as the workload got heavier and heavier, that confidence started to wane. Damn was she brilliant at first but now shes flailing

She takes a break, and decides to come visit base. See some old friends.

Theyve already moved on. Apparently not needed anymore, turns out.

The spankin new Agent 3 is leagues more capable of things than she is. This goblin fought a giant bear??? In space??? Beat the octo king like its nothing?? (She likely didnt have the context of Octavio not having Zapfish power.)

"Huh? Agent 4? Whos that? The one thats supposed to be a big-shot?"

She had the potential to be great, but she wasnt up to par with expectations. Thats all she was. *Potential.* Cant match up to any of the greats -- she isnt even gonna try to compare herself to the legendary Captain, or the scrappy Eight.

Damn. The least remarkable of the platoon. No wonder everyone left her behind.

Tldr.....uh..... 4 decided to pursue a degree and in the process drifted away from the platoon. After struggling in college she decides to go back to them for a bit

Shes already carrying that disappointment for herself from her academic struggles, seeing these new agents (+ promoted Cap3) made that impostor syndrome worse, I think

She *was* great, but I suppose she herself forgot. And with how easy she won the fight everyone thought that maybe that mission wasnt so hard after all.

As the years went by, everyone including herself thought that that mission was just a cakewalk. (EDIT: or at least, thats what she thought everyone was thinking. Isolation and high stress will do that to you!)

Its like.... this activity was indeed hard but it looked so easy when they did it. And then everyone expects them to keep growing. Young genius becoming an einstein

at least, Marina saw that shes worth having around as security in Memverse...even if Pearl doesnt think that shes good enough. (Shes judging her from the way she presented herself. With such low confidence, how can you be good at anything???)

And what if the reason she was so easily dragged under enough for both a palette to be made from her soul, AND create Intensifying Harmony, is bc she agreed with Order on certain aspects

"I will make you perfect. Just like before. And you will stay perfect forever."

"Go on, then. Please. Save me."