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transxfiles · 2 years

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What are your thoughts on Scrappy Doo and Flim Flam, The Boo Brothers, Google, The Ghoul School students and Vincent Van Ghoul?

i hate scrappy with my entire soul but i loved 13 ghosts as a kid (it was my favorite scooby-doo series for a while) so i put up with him through that and honestly i think it's probably the series where he's most likeable? idk, if i'm being honest i think the premise of scrappy in general isn't necessarily bad (IN THEORY) but the biggest problem is not only how he's written (annoying as all get out) but the writers also seem to feel the need to sacrifice an original gang member in order to put scrappy into a piece of scooby media, which completely imbalances the crew. i try to avoid scrappy-based scooby media at all costs so i can't think of many concrete examples off the top of my head, but i'm pretty sure the scrappy-doo and scooby-doo show falls into this trap, as well as 13 ghosts (obviously) and a bunch of the 80s direct to video movies, and maybe even certain episodes of laff-o-lympics? but that's kind of a stretch tbh i'm not fact checking any of this i just remember watching certain eps of scooby-doo and noticing that if scrappy was there, velma or fred (or both!) were frequently absent from the episode, which switched up the dynamic especially because unlike more skilled or experienced gang members, scrappy never really directly helped with mystery-solving but rather seemed to cause more problems and hinder the gang's ability to sleuth - whenever scrappy "helped" out, he only ever caused more problems or found clues on accident (and not in a cute scooby-doo scaredy cat way). so uhh sorry scrappy-doo lovers and truthers i can't deal with him.

on the other hand i remember i really loved flim flam?? he was a really strong member of the 13 ghosts from what i remember and i think he balanced scrappy pretty well - like, he gave scrappy someone to bounce off of who wasn't a member of mystery inc, and i think it fit better than forcing him to mesh with the pre-existing dynamics of the scooby gang. i also think it was more effective because scrappy finally had a fun-loving kid around his age (?? ignoring scooby-doo 2002 canon that says scrappy's just an adult dog with a gland disorder) who he could be friends with and bounce off of. it made scrappy's antics seem more genuine at times and less straight up shitty or mean, although the two could still get annoying. i really liked that flim flam made a cameo in the more recent movie "scooby-doo and the curse of the 13th ghost" it was a nice wave to fans of the original series and it plays to the character's strengths, in my opinion.

it's been forever since i've rewatched boo brothers but basically i remember this: i didn't like the titular boo brothers that much as characters, but i thought the movie was alright. not one of my favorites but it was an okay watch - like, i had fun, but i wasn't going to ask my dad to rip the library dvd onto our computer for me. i preferred other scooby-doo direct to video specials from that period better (like the ghoul school and the reluctant werewolf).

i also haven't rewatched the ghoul school recently, but i enjoyed the colorful ensemble cast and i thought some of the gags were pretty funny. i think it's helped by the fact that they were all girls and that was more girls than i'd ever seen at once in a scooby-doo movie. by association, i also really liked the movie! i can't remember having a favorite out of the students so i think i just really liked them all together as a group.

vincent van ghoul was a brilliant addition to scooby lore. i need more of him always he is the glue that holds 13 ghosts together. when will he return from the war? (sdmi's version of him barely counts i'm so sorry).

#tempted to add my ''scrappy doo fans do not interact'' banner on this ask lmao #i always been it in a very lighthearted joking way and the scrappy doo fans block me which is chill #idk the whole post isn't about scrappy so. i'll leave it be #scooby doo #princess-unipeg #ask #also sorry these answers got increasingly shorter as they went but i'm always gonna do a paragraph and a half on scrappy.. there's just so #much to unpack there

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animusignus · 1 year

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How about a...

Stony | Scooby-Doo AU

It's kind of like the Avengers as the Scooby-Gang.

Steve Rogers as Fred Jones

Natasha Romanov as Daphne Blake

Tony Stark as Velma Dinkley

Bruce Banner as "Shaggy" Rogers

For Scooby... no idea, but Dog of Thunder sounds good for now. 😅

And we can get a Tony/Steve ship going!

Characters don't have to be an exact match. Just an outline is enough to work with 😈

#team stony #stony #mcu stuff #tony x steve #steve rogers #tony stark #scooby doo #scooby gang #au #natasha romanov #bruce banner

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viperrot · 11 months

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⇁slasher season | leon kennedy | intro

re4 remake ghostface!leon s. kennedy x fem!reader NSFW 18+

MINORS DNI: BEWARE OF THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME.

you've always been in love with horror media growing up, especially slasher films. your boyfriend suggests to indulge in your dark fantasies after learning about your liking towards the classic ghostface.

series content warnings: porn with little plot, cnc/dubcon, depictions of chase, stalking, knifeplay, size difference, and possibly more to be added

content contains: GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF MURDER (ghostface in the movie doing ghostface things), oral (f!receiving), reader has fem!anatomy and uses fem!pronouns, size difference (leon is supposedly taller and beefier than reader), use of petnames (bunny, bug), no p in v, leon eats pussy like a champ!, praise and degradation

not proofread i am eepy

3719 words

song rec: "porno witch" by devil's witches (PLEASE LISTEN I LOVE THIS SONG UHHUGGHHU)

the introduction to my new self-indulgent collection of ghostface leon! no ghostface!leon here, but in the next one? ohohoho… be prepared, little doves.

enjoy below the cut~

Swaddled up in a soft blanket dyed to look like the Mystery Machine from Scooby-Doo, you patiently waited for your boyfriend to arrive home from work. You sat on the floor below your couch, surrounded by pillows you had taken from your bedroom in effort to get comfortable.

Tonight was movie night, and it was your week to pick the movie. With the summer season in full swing, you had finally decided it was “Slasher Season”—a time of the year you made up when you were in high school as an excuse to watch shitty horror films on your mom’s VHS player. Slasher Season, for you, was from July and all the way into Christmas—the typical settings of many slasher films. From summer camp scenarios, halloween killing sprees, and organs for Christmas presents, you thought it was a proper time period to call the Slasher Season.

As you scrolled through your phone, mindlessly looking through cringe social media, a ping! sound vibrates the small device. Your put your attention on the notification banner at the top of the screen, smiling softly when you see a message from your sweetheart.

Lee💕» Almost there. Make me some hot chocolate?

At the mentioning of the sweet treat, you checked the electric kettle that was resting on the kitchen counter and squinted at it.

« Too farrrr you do it urself!!

You respond, feeling lazy.

Lee💕» You’re goofy. See you soon, bug

Your heart raced knowing Leon was only a few blocks away at this point. He often walks place-to-place to make up for his lack of gym consistency as a result of college taking up most of his time, and his dorm isn’t very far from your apartment. As you waited for Leon, you got up from your comfortable spot on the floor to turn on the kettle before searching for the remote to the TV, finding it wedged between the couch cushions.

Sitting back down in your pillow moat, you quickly search for one of your favourite slashers on a random streaming service—Scream, 1996. The infamous Ghostface mask stared back at you as you clicked around for the “play” button, starting the movie and immediately pausing it to continue when your lover arrives.

The door to your quaint apartment clicks, the sound of a door knob rattling catching your attention. It pushes open to reveal Leon, sporting a black t-shirt and some blue jeans. He crouches down to slip off his beat-up Converse, tucking them against the wall before fully entering the house and closing the door behind him. He pushes his hair back as he looks at you with a boyish grin, a faint blush dusting the bridge of his nose as his pupils widen at the sight of you.

“Hey, bug,” Leon beams. He takes a look at the kitchen and notices the electric kettle boiling on the counter.

“Hi, Lee,” you chuckle softly. “I thought you changed at your dorm?” you motioned towards his jeans from your spot on the floor. His attention turns down to his attire.

“Figured I could shower and then just wear the sweats I keep here. Plus, I didn’t want to walk in pants like that,” Leon shrugs, walking towards the short hallway that led to your bedroom. You hum and go back to your phone while your blondie changes out of his tight jeans. The six-foot tall hunk walked into the living room and nudged you with his sock-clad foot, asking you to scoot forward. You did so, allowing him to squeeze behind you and set you into his lap.

"Was it busy today?" you peer up at him, your eyes unable to focus on his chin and his eyes at the same time. You felt Leon's right arm leave your waist to pick up the remote on the coffee table, pressing the "play" button to begin the movie. He tugs up the Scooby-Doo themed blanket to cover the both of you before answering your question.

"Like always. Luckily, no one pushed me into the pool today," Leon chuckled. He works as a swim instructor during the summer for little kids at the local pool, and the children would often play with him and push him into the body of water. The image of a dozen little ones running around him like vultures made you giggle.

"That's kinda lame," you joke. Leon squeezes your side gently, taking a nibble at the shell of your ear as a silent jab at your comment.

"Do you want hot chocolate, bug?" Leon asks lowly. You shake your head as a no, focusing your attention to the movie.

Drew Barrymore as Casey Becker picked up the white landline phone, responding to the fake voice speaking to her with a cheeky grin on her face. You felt your thighs squeeze at the sound of Ghostface on the other end of the line, silently wishing you were Casey Becker. If Leon noticed, he made no effort to say anything. As the scene plays out, you feel your lover's chest hum softly.

"What is this...?" he questions quietly. Your eyebrows knit together at this.

"You don't know what we're watching...?!" you gape up at him, your head looking over your shoulder. He gives you a look of pure confusion.

"Not really, no. Am I supposed to know?" Leon laughs nervously, a brow quirked up.

"If you're dating me, yes! Yes, you're supposed to know!" You yelp out, distraught by your lover's confession. He flashes a stupid smile, seemingly unbothered by your behaviour, his lightly calloused fingers tickling beneath the baggy jumper you wore that totally wasn't his to tease at the skin of your waist.

"Then why don't you help me out and tell me what in the world we're watching, bunny?" Leon circles his thumb just above your v-line, rubbing softly as he nuzzles his chin onto your shoulder.

"It's only like... one of the best slasher films of all time," you mumble under your breath. "Scream by Wes Craven from 1996."

"Mmm... not ringing a bell, bunny," Leon begins to press kisses into the crook of your neck as his eyes focus on the screen in front of you two, confused as to why the platinum blonde chick is losing her mind while running around with the phone in her hands.

Casey Becker screams at the sight of her meathead boyfriend strapped to a chair in front of her family’s pool, guts hanging out of his stomach from a large slit that ran across it. Leon cringed slightly at the sight, not expecting to watch a horror movie tonight.

"What is this..." he squints, still confused.

"Just keep watching," you sigh, childishly upset that Leon didn't know what this movie was.

The scene continued, Casey Becker running around and out of her house with a knife from her burning kitchen. Eventually, she's found by the wicked killer of the movie. He chases her with his blade, digging it into her neck as she cries to her poor parents over the phone. The blood gurgled in her throat as she cried, crawling in the yard of her lavish and isolated home, leaving a trail of her blood in her wake.

As Ghostface brandished his modified hunting knife, you shivered with a sick excitement, unknowing of the sparkle in your eyes as the scene unfolded.

But Leon knew.

As you squirmed in his lap, he grew curious, his lips no longer kissing against your neck. He knew what the two of you were watching now—he had dressed up as that murderous fool for Halloween in his senior year of high school as a joke with some old friends. Leon hadn’t any idea who Ghostface was. He simply knew him because of his friend group that dressed up as other slasher antagonists.

He remembers the compliments he’s get when trick-or-treating with his friends—the girls that’d flirt with him and ask him for a game of cat and mouse with batted eyelashes. Leon feels warm at the memory of spending time with his old group and denying girls a playful chase, but he quickly brushes them away when he feels you grind into his lap a little harder than the other times.

“What’s got you so twitchy, bunny?” Leon whispers into your ear, thumbing at the waistband of your pajama shorts. You jolt at the sensation, a blush running up to your ears.

“Nothing?” You respond, hoping he wouldn't realize the true reason as to why you're so fidgety tonight. The sight of Billy Loomis and Stu Macher made you want to jump with joy, unconsciously biting your bottom lip as they teased their respective girlfriends. Leon hummed, mimicking the kisses Billy would give Sidney in the scene, his lips grazing the lines of your neck.

"I think you're lying to me, bug," Leon chuckles lowly, his lips curling up into a grin against your neck. "I have a serious question for you."

You perk up at this, your full attention in your lover's hands. You can no longer focus on the slasher film playing on the TV as Leon turns you in his lap to face him, his nose grazing against your own as he tilts his head down to look into your eyes.

"Do you get, uh...?" Leon hesitates, his lip twitching as his eyes dart around in search of what to say.

"Do serial killers turn you on?"

Blink.

Blink, blink.

"HAH- why would you think that, Lee?!" you laugh nervously, your heart drumming against your ribcage. The blonde man smirked at the flustered sight of you, knowing good and well you were lying through your teeth.

"Well, you keep squeezing your thighs together, first of all," he notes. "And then you keep squirming around like a caterpillar getting ready to cocoon," his hands tickle your waist, trailing up and up, closer to your chest.

"That doesn't mean anything, Lee. I-I'm just feeling the affects of a thrilling film!" you try to dodge his speculations, eyes averting from his own. Leon presses a soft kiss on the corner of your lips before you felt his right hand trail away from your torso, cupping the heat between your legs.

"If it doesn't mean anything," he leans in, whispering into you ear.

"Why are you soaking through your shorts?"

You shiver when you feel Leon's breath tickle your ear, unknowingly grinding your clothed slit onto the palm of his hand. He chuckles lowly, pulling away from your heat. Your blush worsens, and you whine softly when the contact is lost.

"Be honest with me, bunny. Do you like the idea of being chased? Maybe even... having a little fun with a knife?" Leon coos, bringing his hand back to your waist. You shyly nod, shoving your face into his neck to avoid his soft gaze. His laugh rumbles low in his chest as he holds you close, caressing your skin gently.

“Don’t be embarrassed—It’s kind of cute, really,” Leon assures you. “But I have another question.”

You press your chest against his, and you feel him hug you a little tighter. You hum softly, urging your lover to continue.

“Do you want to try something more… slasher-like?” He asks curiously, and you grow a little confused.

“What do you mean, Lee? Like… do you mean you want to watch more movies, or in be-“

“In bed. Or maybe even out of bed,” Leon smirks. You pull away from the crook of his neck, interested in the proposition.

“Out of bed? How would that work?” You slightly pucker your lips with confusion. Leon traces your bottom lip with his thumb, tugging at it gently as his blue eyes traced the features of your face.

“However you want, bunny. I can send you creepy messages on a cheap burner phone, make you wonder if I’m stalking you every moment of the day, and maybe even, hmm… Get a Ghostface costume…?” Your eyes widen with surprise at his suggestions, and by the look in his eyes, he’s completely serious. You stifle a nervous laugh, unsure of how to even respond.

“Y-y’know, I thought you were a ‘missionary only’ kinda guy,” you half-joked.

It was mostly true, really. The times you’ve had sex with Leon, he was mostly very sweet—he’s just a big tease. He always wanted to look you in the eyes, whisper sweet praises to you as he rolls his hips into yours. You never bothered to ask him for rougher activities, not wanting to come off as weird to your boyfriend of almost a year, so his suggestion of chasing and stalking you was a shocker.

“M’only a ‘missionary only’ guy because I didn’t think you’d be such a lewd and depraved girl,” Leon confesses, smirking down at you. “But now… I know what you really like,” his hand reaches down to the curve of your ass, pinching the plush flesh teasingly between his fingers.

“I-I’m not lewd,” you stammer out, your arousal dripping from your tongue. Leon takes in the sight of you—flushed and small in his lap, your body betraying your words as you began to grind onto the apparent bulge in his sweatpants.

“Stage one is denial, bug~” gently, he pushes you down to the floor, the movie and Mystery Machine blanket that covered you two long forgotten. You make no protest when he begins to tug off your pajama shorts, revealing the cotton panties beneath. Leon’s breath grazes over the white fabric, tickling your most sensitive areas as he smiles up at you from his spot between your thighs.

“So, what do you say, bunny? Do you want to play a game with me?” Leon chuckles darkly, his teeth pulling at gusset of your panties to pull them off. When they’re halfway down your thighs, he ducks to wedge himself in front of it before lowering himself to the slick between your legs, his plump lips immediately getting to work.

His tongue runs up from the bottom of your pussy and up to your sensitive little clit, teasing at the bundle of nerves with a few flicks of his tongue. Leon skims his giant hands over your thighs before squeezing them closer to his head, burying himself into your wet cunt like a man starved.

You moan out his name as you thread your fingers through his soft blonde hair, throwing your head back into the carpet as you feel his warm tongue bully itself into your wet hole.

“Tastes so good, bunny,” Leon groans, the vibrations of his voice against your cunt making your stomach churn. “All f’me, too—god,” he smiles before fucking his tongue back inside, relishing in the way your thighs hugged his head tight.

“L-Leon—“

“That’s right, bunny… Keep moaning like the depraved little slut you are,” your lover chuckled, the devilish tone dripping from his tongue. Leon began to focus on your clit as one of his hands left your thighs, teasing the entrance of your pussy with soft pokes and prods.

“Who would’ve known such a sweet girl like you could be so dirty~” Leon mumbles as he sucks at your sensitive little nub. “You like it when I call you slut, huh? You’re squeezing my head like I’m trying to kill you or somethin’, bunny.”

“Why don’t you beg for my fingers, hm? Let’s hear it, bunny~” the blue-eyed boy pulls himself away from your twitchy little hole, smirking at the sight of how fucked-out you looked despite him barely doing anything. His head presses against your thigh as he forces them apart, placing soft nibbles onto the plump flesh as he awaits your response.

“P-please, Lee…” you pant out, hands reaching out for him desperately as your hips bucked up. Leon remains in his current position, worrying bruises into your inner thigh as if nothing was happening.

“L-Leon, please… need you—“ your voice is shaky as you continue to beg, and that seems to do the trick as you watch your lover return to his spot buried between your legs.

“Perfect…” He smiles, his lips a breath away from your aching cunt. “My perfect little bunny, hm~? Let’s give you want you want now, slut~”

Without warning, Leon thrusts his thick fingers into your slick little hole, scissoring your entrance open as he sucks harshly on your clit. You cry as you feel his teeth graze against the little bud, eyes rolling back as his fingers pump a hair upwards to graze against that special little spot inside of you.

“L-Lee—!” You moan, breath hitching in your throat as you tugged at his hair. Leon makes no plans to stop, continuing his attack onto the most sensitive spots of your body as you squirm and squeeze beneath him. Every time your thighs clenched around him, he couldn’t help but chuckle with delight, relishing in every sensation you gave him.

“Feels so good, isn’t that right, bunny?” Leon coos, smiling coyly at the sight of your arched back and drool-covered lips. “Y’look so pretty like this, bug… Love eating you out.”

Leon digs his fingers deeper inside of you as he goes back to stimulating your clit, his tongue dragging letters onto your slick pussy with expertise. Your hips rock up onto his mouth, your jumper riding up your stomach as you squirmed. Your lover could feel your cunt squeeze with each thrust of his calloused digits.

“Y’gunna cum for me, bunny?” he hums. “Go on. Cum for me, slut. This might be the last time I let you feel this good,” Leon growls.

At his order, you release, your juices making a mess of your lover’s face as your hips twitch forward. Leon sighs with delight, lapping up every drop you give him as if he was never going to have another meal for the rest of his life. Groaning at the taste of you, he pays no attention to the way you lay boneless beneath him.

“Such a good girl for me, bunny~” he moans onto your pussy, obsessed with the flavour of you as his tongue drags itself in and out of your slick hole. Your shivered, trying to push him away from your overstimulated intimates as your eyes rolled back. He doesn’t budge, continuing to fuck you with his greedy tongue.

“Tastes so fuckin’ good… all f’me… all mine~” Leon mumbles between every lick, pussydrunk and loopy. He finally pulls away, your slick making a mess of his jaw and lips. His blue eyes stare down at you with a slight worry.

“You okay, bug?” He whispers, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek. You nod softly, lost for words as a result of your recent orgasm. Leon chuckles at your current state.

“So cute… Let’s get you a bath, n’then we can keep watching Scream in the bedroom, okay?” Leon helps you up to your feet before carrying you bridal-style immediately after. You make no argument, allowing the man to walk you over to the bathroom down the hall.

Apparently, watching Scream and making you scream are two different things, but Leon didn’t really care.

uh. my first public smut i’ve ever written? hope u enjoyed the intro i guess bc this is one of the few times i’m gunna make leon be nice to u in this little collection :,]

comment if you want to be in the taglist, perhaps?

#resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil/biohazard #resident evil 4 remake #biohazard #fanfic #resident evil 4 remake leon x reader #>>the slasher series: lsk #ghostface au #ghostface #scream #slasher films #ghostface!leon kennedy

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probably-des · 5 days

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idk what open to this post soo have more old cn website elements (most if not all were taken from the us and uk sites i think), starting with some banners again

lil gif animations

images from the us website's help page

and finally and ad for the scooby doo webpage

this image was suppose to be a gif btw but because the image is split into two parts (one is a gif the other is a still image) i couldn't combine it into one single gif.

if anyone is up to the task of compiling these two images into one single gif, please do!

edit: a user named @thescoobyscholar compiled the two images together! https://www.tumblr.com/thescoobyscholar/749786960368959488/tysm-oh-my-god?source=share

#hanna barbera #cartoon network #boomerang #scooby doo #johnny bravo #powerpuff girls #tom and jerry #the pink panther #top cat #yogi bear #i couldnt recognize one of the cartoon characters thats in the new games gif im sorry!#droopy #probdes web findings

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prfcthands · 8 months

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tv show headers 📺

likes and reblogs are appreciated! ♡ if used please give credits.!

#tv shows #tv series #b99 #miraculous ladybug #adventure time #scooby doo #james bond #major crimes #the mentalist #friends #tv show header #tv show headers #tv series header #tv series headers #simple header #simple headers #banner #banners

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roomwithanopenfire · 14 days

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Don't normally do the Wednesday WIP day (peep the hastily edited banner), but I am in the mood for talking today. Thanks for the tags @brendughh @shrekgogurt @prettygoododds @thewholelemon and @monbons! And @hushed-chorus, I'm so excited to read all the fics on that rec list!

In terms of writing, I have accomplished a minimal portion of the editing needed for the next chapter I'm posting from Proof of Life. I'm very excited about this one and I think you guys are going to really like it! I'll share a real snippet on Sunday, but this chapter was really fun because I got to make up some more spells!

Making up spells is one of my favorite things to do for fics and honestly it was kind of sad that this fic didn't call for it too much. My last long wip (Do As You're Told) had a bunch of spells comparatively and I had so much fun creating them. I always start by googling "list of clichés" and scrolling past the first part of whatever article I find that says "do not use clichés in your writing", then look through to find phrases that speak to me.

I also check that list of spells on the Snowbaz wiki, i'm unsure how accurate that is because I know fanwiki's can have dubious information sometimes, but I like to have a mix of canon spells and new spells. One time though I thought I'd made up a spell and then it was already on the wiki and I was so sad 😭

All that being said, here's an alphabetical list of spell used and/or discussed in chapters 5 and 6 of Proof of Life. Purple ones I've made up

A good man is hard to find

Come out come out wherever you are

Find your way home

Get well soon

Good as new

Needle in a haystack

No love lost

Return to sender

Rise and shine

Scooby-Dooby-Doo, where are you

Sweet dreams*

Who’s your daddy

Winter, spring, summer, or fall

Even the playing field

The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth

Feel free to share any theories about what these are used for

Tag under the cut!

@you-remind-me-of-the-babe @facewithoutheart @run-for-chamo-miles @raenestee @artsyunderstudy

@onepintobean @noblecorgi @angelsfalling16 @a-maisie-ng @hertragedyconnoisseur

@beastmonstertitan @valeffelees @horsesarenotdeer @drowninginships @supercutedinosaurs

#one of these spells is not like the others 🤣#sweet dreams might be a canon spell but it wasn't on the wiki so idk #it *feels* canon #all this to say that if you ever want me to make up a spell for you please it's my one joy #wish i could have made more for these chapters but there were already good canon spells to use #proof of life #my writing #wip wednesday #snowbaz fanfiction

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oliverreedmasterass · 8 months

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Can you write like an aftermath of them playing MSG and just reeling from how amazing it was. And that they got to play their dream venue.

ADDISONNNNN this one got me emotional, damn! But here ya go!

Ready for the Garden

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Warnings: language, just a lot of emotions

The last notes of “Farewell For Now” surged from Jake’s guitar and, after basking in the feedback for long enough, his hands fell limply to his sides. Out of breath and plastered in sweat, he gazed out at the packed stadium in front of him. Madison Square Garden. Fucking Madison Square Garden. The crowd roared with cheers, many people holding hearts up to him from the pit. The past two hours felt surreal, like Jake had just blacked out and, at the last second, regained consciousness. He continued to stand on his side of the stage as Josh, Sam, and Danny prepared to make their grand exit, and stared down at the Gibson SG that hung from his shoulder, looking spent.

Jake first touched a guitar when he barely knew how to walk. Kelly was always getting scolded by Karen for leaving his musical instruments laying around the house, but he protested in the years to come that it was the best decision he had ever made. While Josh was busy with his wooden blocks and playing in their large backyard, Jake frequently found himself kneeling in front of his dad’s acoustic guitar, flicking the strings with his small hands. The twangy sound of the guitar vibrating always brought a joyful grin to Jake’s face, and he basked in the excitement of making special noise that he could control. As Jake grew older, he learned that he could place his fingers on the frets to make new sounds and, eventually, he graduated to holding the guitar upright in his lap, of course when Kelly gave him the greenlight.

Jake looked up from his guitar and returned his gaze back to the crowd. The people seemed to extend on forever, nearly reaching the rafters. Hanging off in the distance were the banners commemorating iconic performances over the years: Billy Joel, Harry Styles, and Phish, for some reason. Jake wondered if his band’s name would ever be up there one day. It didn’t need to be, he was living out his dream just stepping foot in the place, but he could still dream. He looked back down at his black boots and blew out an astonished breath. He was on the stage of one of the most famous arenas of all time. The history that was packed into the place was hardly fathomable.

Jake sat in front of the TV with the remote in his hand, trying to figure out which concert video he wanted to watch for the evening. His parents had an impressive collection of performances on VHS for him and his siblings to choose from, setting his family apart from all his friends who typically watched Disney classics and Scooby Doo cartoons. As Jake turned the remote in his hands, he realized that it was silly of him to be dwelling so much. There was one concert that he never grew tired of, no matter how many times he watched it.

“You’re watching The Song Remains the Same again?” Sam called to him from the kitchen as Jake hit “play” on the remote. “Didn’t you watch that last week?”

“It’s the way their music fills the stadium,” Jake tried to explain to Sam in words that he would understand. “It’s like magic. I want to play there one day and experience it for myself.”

“That would be neat,” Sam breathed out. Jake smiled that he and his younger brother were both on the same page, and patted the seat next to him. Sam bound over with a bowl of popcorn for them to share so they could witness the magic on screen.

He spent so many years dreaming of headlining a show at Madison Square Garden, and now it had finally happened. Jake was in the likes of The Who, The Rolling Stones, George Harrison, just about every legendary performer ever known to lead the charts over the years. Jake suddenly felt lonely in his spot on the stage, and remembered that he couldn’t stand out there forever, as much as he wanted to. He turned away from the crowd and, the second he could no longer see his dream in front of him, a sense of finality hit. Tears started to form in Jake’s eyes as he jogged up the steps to the main platform where Josh was waiting for him. The concert had come and gone faster than the blink of an eye. Jake yearned to play one more song but, at the same time, he was so overwhelmed with emotions, he just wanted to flop into a heap on the floor in their green room. Josh rushed to his side the second he noticed a tear splatter onto his jacket collar and laid a warm hand on his shoulder.

Jake still had no idea how he had managed to convince Josh to join his band. Granted, Josh did have an impressive set of pipes on him and he wasn’t shy to use them in his theater performances, but rock n’ roll had always been Jake’s thing. Following one of their long and arduous practice sessions after school, Josh stood over Jake as he carefully packed his guitar back into its case.

“Did you hear about that Eric Clapton contest?” Josh asked. Jake looked back at Josh and arched an eyebrow. Anything about any member of Cream immediately had his attention. “The winner gets to play on stage with him. You just have to submit audio of yourself playing and encourage people to vote for you. And, get this, it’s at Madison Square Garden.”

Jake was on his feet now. Everything Josh had just mapped out sounded like a goddamn dream, but the last part about playing on stage at Madison Square Garden made it seem too good to be true. Jake would give anything to show off his chops in front of a flabbergasted crowd, shredding like his life depended on it. Jake pictured himself, just 17 years old, on stage at the Garden. Butterflies flocked to his stomach and he reached for his guitar to get to recording. Josh was tickled by his immediate action, and headed for his room.

“I’ll write a tweet about this on the band account,” he said over his shoulder with a laugh.

“Are you okay?” Josh whispered into Jake’s ear. More tears were dropping from his eyes, but he didn’t want to wipe them away because it would be a dead giveaway to the crowd that he was up on stage, bawling like a child. The grin he gave Josh in return was much more accurate to how he was really feeling, and Josh seemed to take comfort in his response. “We did it,” he whispered to Jake, wrapping his arm around him. “We actually did it.”

“What the fuck,” was all Jake could choke out.

Sam joined them, his face bright and filled with delight.

“That was something else, wasn’t it?” he called over the sound of the crowd.

“You could say that,” Josh chuckled at his younger brother.

“I don’t remember the last time I was that terrified to play in front of a crowd,” Sam continued.

“I’m fucking terrified to go out there,” Sam squeaked as he peered out the curtain at the half-filled Fischer Hall.

“Sam, language!” Josh scolded him. “You’re, like, 13, you shouldn’t be talking like that.”

“I’m old enough to drop f bombs!” Sam protested. “Jake was saying all kinds of shit when he was my age!”

“That is true,” Jake pointed out.

Danny nodded knowingly. “I learned most of what I know from you.”

“How many people are out there, like a thousand?” Sam continued to worry from the wing of the small stage. Danny stood on his toes to look over Sam and then shook his head.

“I’d say twenty. Tops.”

“Can we postpone this? I think I have a stomach ache,” Sam tried.

“No,” Jake, Josh, and Danny were all fast to reply.

Jake wouldn’t admit it, but he was feeling just as nervous as Sam, if not more. It was their first actual gig at an actual place where playing music was at least semi-acceptable. This was no garage, backyard, or sidewalk show. This was the start of their career, and Jake could feel the weight on his shoulders. He and Josh were set to head to college in the fall, but Jake secretly hoped deep down that his band would do the unthinkable and take off. It was the one thing Jake had that felt right; school was always secondary in his life to music, so it seemed like the wrong thing to pursue. This concert was their chance to showcase their talent, get the recognition they deserved, and finally be put on the map.

“We’re gonna be fine,” Josh assured Sam.

Jake nervously wrung his hands, took in a deep breath, released, and then stepped out into the lights.

With his brothers by his side, Jake carefully made his way down the steps off the stage after giving a grand bow, and let the floodgates open the second he was out of the public eye. A few roadies looked at him with concern, but Danny, who Jake had lost on stage when he was caught in his head, hurried to him and smothered him in a massive hug.

“Jake!” he called out. “Your dream came true!”

Jake could only manage to make short hyperventilating noises as the drummer continued to smother him in his big, sweaty arms. His dream really did come true. Memories of the evening flashed through his mind, from his knotted stomach seconds before the curtain fell, to playing “Highway Tune” and musing at how far they had come, to hearing people begging for more leading up to their encore, to the stadium filling with a stunning glow of colors during “Light My Love.” It felt like something out of a fairytale. Jake leaned in deeper to Danny’s hug and, within seconds, Josh and Sam had joined the embrace so they could all revel in the moment.

Jake felt the smother of his brothers and shook his head in awe. Nine years ago, they formed Greta Van Fleet, now they were at the Garden. Their hard work had paid off. All of the things they had missed out on or given up to chase their dreams stung a little less. They had made it. They had actually made it.

Jake surprised himself when he was the first to break free from the group hug.

“Where do we go from here?” he found himself asking. They all looked around at each other in giddy eagerness.

“Pompeii,” Sam decided. “Like Pink Floyd.”

“I think a rooftop performance would be pretty cool,” Danny offered.

“You’re all thinking too small,” Josh waved them off. “I say we aim for the moon.”

That got everyone laughing.

“What do you think, Jakey?” Sam looked across at his older brother.

“It doesn’t matter to me,” Jake shrugged with a twinkle in his eye. “As long as I’m with you guys.”

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goobersplat · 1 year

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As a child I loved my local Family Video, here’s a little recreation of the kids free section. The banner is genuine and the VHS tapes are ones I remember renting (expect Goosebumps, I vividly remember staring at it but I was too afraid to rent it 😂)

Goosebumps: Bride of the Living Dummy and An Old Story

Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island

Madeline and the Toy Factory

Alvin and the Chipmunks Meet the Wolfman.

#png #transparent #nostalgiacore #kidcore #nostalgia #y2k #vintage #family video #vhs #scooby doo #madeline #alvin and the chipmunks #goosebumps #1990s #2000s nostalgia #2000s

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river13245 · 7 months

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Info - Character List

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Criminal Minds:

Golden trio:

Marvel:

Marauders era:

NCIS:

Supernatural:

Sherlock:

John Watson | Sherlock Holmes | Jim Moriarty | Mrs Hudson (platonic only)

Star Trek:

Stranger Things:

The Last Of Us:

Ellie | Joel | Dina | Jesse | Tommy

The Vampire Diaries:

Greys Anatomy:

Doctor Who:

Friends:

Scooby Doo:

Shaggy | Velma | Daphne | Fred |

Twilight:

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The Hobbit/TLOTR:

The hunger Games:

The Walking Dead

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moonlight12086 · 25 days

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Ok, I know I've been inactive, but I've seen a pattern in the Mr. Puzzles episodes, They are like from the 90's Or in those 1900s

Ok, sé que he estado inactiva, pero he visto un patrón en los episodios de Mr. Puzzles, son como de los años 90.

(∆SPOILERS∆) spanish and English | español e inglés

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For example / Por ejemplo

Mario's mysteries/ blue's clues --> 1996

Mario's mysteries/ las pistas de blue ---> 1996

Once upon an smg4 ---> It can refer to films such as Disney's Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, In the 1900s

Once upon an smg4 --->Puede referirse a películas como La Bella Durmiente de Disney, Cenicienta, En el siglo XX

Scooby Mario , where'd You go! / Scooby Doo , where are you! ----> 1969

Scooby Mario , where'd You go!/ Scooby Doo, dónde estas! ---->1969

Mr puzzles ' incredible Game show spectacular!

---> Probably is a parody those shows Where you participated to win, such as who you wants to be a millionaire in it 1998

Mr puzzles ' incredible Game show spectacular!

--->Puede parodiar esos programas en los que participaste para ganar, como quién quieres que sea millonario en 1998.

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Time to analyze/tiempo de analizar

It is noticeable how it has more and more prominence in each show that we advance, in Mario's mysteries appears as a character who gives a little help, in Once upon an smg4 is the main secondary character since she is the fairy godmother of Smg3 and the "mirror" of Smg4, And in Scooby Mario, Mr. Puzzles already appears as the character who summoned the gang, that is, the one who caused all this. And in today's episode (for the day I am writing this) Mr.puzzles is already the host of the show, so we can conclude that Mr.puzzles wants to take center stage, that everyone recognizes him, and above all why he is obsessed with the ratings of his shows.

Se nota como cada vez tiene más protagonismo en cada show que avanzamos, en "Mario's mysteries" aparece como un personaje que da una pequeña ayuda, en "Once upon an smg4"es el personaje secundario principal ya que es el hada madrina de Smg3 y el "espejo" de Smg4, y en "Scooby Mario", Mr. Puzzles ya aparece como el personaje que convocó a la pandilla, es decir, el que provocó todo esto. Y en el episodio de hoy (del día que escribo esto) Mr.puzzles ya es el presentador del programa, por lo que podemos concluir que Mr.puzzles quiere tomar protagonismo, que todos lo reconozcan, y sobre todo por qué está obsesionado con los ratings de sus programas.

Both the banner and the website changed by the end of today's episode

Tanto el banner como el sitio web cambiaron por el final del episodio de hoy.

This ending /este final

Here we can see how the "stupidity" of our protagonists drives Mr.puzzles increasingly crazy.

Aquí podemos ver como la "estupidez" de nuestros protagonistas enloquece cada vez más a Mr.puzzles.

I know it doesn't have much to do with it, but Tari hasn't shown signs along with clench that they are working on anything about it, but I still have faith in them 😭

Sé que no tiene mucho que ver, pero Tari no ha dado señales junto con clench de que estén trabajando en algo al respecto, pero todavía tengo fe en ellos 😭

And with today's episode, in the end, perhaps they are giving us to understand that Mario freed himself from Mr.puzzles' control (I have faith that Smg3 and Tari are going to have something to do with this 😭😭😭

Y con el episodio de hoy, al final quizás nos estén dando a entender que Mario se liberó del control de Mr.puzzles (tengo fe en que Smg3 y Tari van a tener algo que ver 😭😭😭)

That would be all my analysis 😼, please make it Saturday again 😭😭

Ese sería todo mi análisis 😼, por favor que sea sábado nuevamente 😭😭

#smg4 #smg3 #smg4 meggy #smg4 tari #smg4 mario #smg4 crew #smg4 tv adware #smg4 bob #mr.puzzle #idk #analysis

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