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#scooby doo taught me
constantinho · 1 year
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Scooby doo taught me the real monsters are the people we met along the way
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redbuddi · 2 months
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Things that don't exist in Scooby-Doo:
Ghosts
Things that exist in Scooby-Doo:
Jetpacks
Aliens
Instant Hypnosis
Machines that put you in the computer
Realistic hologram technology
Were-Cats
Meteors made of Gold
Self-Aware AI
Underground Egypt Cult
Cthulhu
Soul-Sucking Triangles
Transylvania, PA
Moon Resort
Magical Space Guardians
Transgender Potion
Courage the Cowardly Dog
Warlocks
Ghosts
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thejadecount · 2 years
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I know it’s severely out of character but I am OBSESSED with the idea of Mikey having Gen Z humor.
Like one day he just goes, probably after an intense mission or the movie: “Hi, welcome to My Life. I’m your host, Michelangelo, and I’m severely traumatized!”
And then him deadass laughing like a maniac.
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4kadhd · 1 year
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Since horror games are now just "harmless things are actually evil" can the next phase of horror games be "evil things are actually harmless."
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myatlantispoets · 1 year
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I gotta say, as someone who collected scooby doo magazines as a kid and who'd watch it on a daily basis, i am LOVING the current revival of the scooby doo fandom and all the scooby clips on my dash
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an-emo-trashbag · 1 year
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why is this ad so long like why is there so much white space 😭
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aceofvase · 2 years
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That in no way changes my opinion and actually makes me think that the show will be worse. The show was billed as the lesbain velma show only for them to make it a trashy queer love pyramid with an unlikable Fred who is so superficial he can only see hot people and had a girl on the side just in case Daphne got annoying. It sounds like they are trying too hard and their teaser trailer tells me that they aren't gonna accept if people don't like it.
wait, I’m confused, what are we talking about? I was just listing every time someone writing scooby-doo decided Velma should like someone; I don’t think I was even aware of Velma the show until the previous ask, and I was surprised that it also has relationship dynamics in it. Like regardless of how successful they are, I find it weird just how often “Velma catches feelings” is a subplot.
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hi reddit refugees. you probably know about blocking tags by now, but i havent seen a post mention this:
you should probably block #long post. that is the standard format for tagging when someone reblogs a really really really long post, so that you don't have to scroll past a million miles of scooby doo taught me that the real monsters are humans memes (real post)
on mobile, opening a blocked tag post opens it in a new side thingy so if you see a #long post and open it up and it looks interesting, you just saw a cool post, but if you open it up and it's scooby doo taught me that humans are the real monsters you can just nope back onto your dash no harm no foul
desktop doesn't do this, but on desktop you have the ability to jump to the next post. press j to jump down a post and k to jump up a post
some people don't use #long post. it's definitely less common than it used to be. but some of them do. and the less scooby doo taught me that the real monsters are actually humans color of the sky posts you have to scroll past the better
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tragedyboycentral · 1 year
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if the velma show has taught me anything its that we need to rush Scooby Doo into the public domain because so many people have Genius Ideas for it and none of them are Mindy Kahling
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 8 months
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Steve knew how to stitch, and he knew how to sew. They were all skills his grandparents had taught him. His paternal grandfather, the doctor, his maternal grandmother, the seamstress. Eddie was currently lying in the hospital, moping about his scars. He was no longer wanted for murder but he was still in pain and scarred for life. Steve wanted to cheer him up, so he got him a teddy bear, but it needed something else. He decided to look for clothes for the bear, and he ended up in the children's section where he found a denim jacket along with a white shirt. He managed to find something to use as devil horns. When he got home, he got to work stitching the horns onto the bear and cut the sleeves off of the jacket.
The next day, his last day off, he went straight to the hospital carrying the bear. Shit, should he have gotten him flowers? Do guys get flowers for other guys? Steve spotted one of Eddie's nurses, the one who always gave Eddie the stink eye and talked nasty about him when she thought he was asleep. She was gushing about the flowers her boyfriend had just gotten for her. Steve waited until she left with her friend. He swooped in and took a flower from the bouquet, hiding it behind his back before hurrying off to Eddie's room. He was alone watching Scooby-Doo and singing along with the theme song.
"You know we got a mystery to solve, so, Scooby Doo, be ready for your act. Don't hold back and, Scooby Doo, if you come through, you're gonna have yourself a Scooby Snack. That's a fact," Eddie sang loudly and purposely off key, grinning excitedly at the screen.
Steve grinned fondly from the door. Dear god, this man was cute.
"Hey, Eddie," Steve greeted.
"Stevie!" Eddie exclaimed. "Whatcha got there?"
"It's Teddy Munson!" Steve said, whipping out the bear.
Eddie gasped, making grabby hands for the bear. Steve handed it over.
"Where the hell did you find this?" Eddie asked.
"I found the bear, but I added the other stuff. I cut up a baby's jacket and stitched on the devil horns," Steve shrugged.
"You made this. . .for me?" Eddie asked softly, his eyes wide as he clutched the bear to his chest. "Why?"
"Because you've been kind of mopey being stuck in here, and I thought you could use some cheering up. And I . . . I like you," Steve said.
"You like me?"
"Yes."
"You like me?"
"Yes!" Steve exclaimed and presented the flower to him.
"That tells me nothing!" Eddie exclaimed.
"I stole it from the nurse that's been giving you a hard a hard time," Steve said.
"You stole this from the Mistress of Evil?" Eddie asked, smirking. "Oh, you like like me!"
"Yes!" Steve blushed.
"Come here!" Eddie demanded.
"Why?"
"So I can eat your face," Eddie replied.
Steve laughed but let Eddie pull him in for a kiss. Steve pulled away and leaned his forehead against his.
"You are so cute," Steve said.
"Not as cute as you. Do you want to watch Scooby-Doo with me?" Eddie asked and pulled back the covers.
"I'm not sure I can fit," Steve said.
"I think you can, big boy," Eddie replied.
Steve snorted before gently crawling into bed beside Eddie, who carefully settled against him. Eddie hugged the bear tightly against his chest.
"Sorry, I didn't think to look for pins for his vest," Steve replied.
"Baby, you made me a bear with horns. It's more than perfect. Besides, I've got the perfect pins for our little guy," Eddie cooed.
It wasn't long before Eddie was nodding off in Steve's arms, and before long, Steve was asleep as well with the bear nestled between them.
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spencestiel-michelle · 4 months
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All the Criminal Minds character’s incorrect quotes & incorrect one liners that i abandoned in 2023: 
Rossi: i couldn’t help but notice, a certain level of stupidity coming from this side of the room. 
Penelope: the amount of phone alarms i need to set to wake myself up at an ungodly hour is beginning to look like a Christmas tree. 
Emily: to be completely honest: i don’t want to be completely honest. 
JJ/Em/Pen: my favorite form of disassociation is making imaginary monster sundaes on buzzfeed quizzes. 
Emily: i’ve stopped drinking coffee because i’ve seen what it does to Penelope and Spencer and i’m scared for my life.
Emily: Scooby Doo taught us that the real monsters are humans.
JJ: for the love of Pete, go to bed! 
Emily: if you’re gonna steal, steal big. 
Hotch: Emily, no. just no. 
Hotch: no. 
Penelope: sweetie. i’m not pleading anymore, i’m demanding. get help. 
Emily: that story would make a cup of coffee fall asleep.
Emily: i am utterly and devotedly in a relationship with malicious compliance. 
Emily: new year, new me.
Derek: since when?
Emily: since… fuck you, Derek.
Derek: ah, there she is. 
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were--ralph · 26 days
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I support you, you fuck that old man Ralph, just like, make sure you dont kill him by accident in the process
so heres the thing. he has to be fine with dying under mysterious circumstances and living everything to me in his will. im not gonna kill him but scooby doo taught me the real monsters are
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garbage-empress · 10 months
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Scooby Doo on Zombie Island taught me that the real monsters... Are zombie.
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btc-official · 6 months
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scooby doo taught me that if someone is scaring you you should rip their face off andthat theres basically no downside to doing it
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punkeropercyjackson · 1 month
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Making this post moreso for mutuals so they don't tag me in Batfam x Atsv posts that have Jason with Hobie as eachother's counterparts and then feel bad when i say i hate that concept but i really need to get it off my chest that i find it REALLY annoying and basic when superhero fans assume they'd be the duo.Yeah,obviously they'd be close friends,but sorry not sorry,if y'all bothered to read Jason's comics or pay any mind to Hobie as a whole instead of just the 'he's a punk dude' bits,you'd know that A)Hobie would think Jason's an absolute cringelord,not look up to him or immediately respect him and Jason'd have to proof himself to him and that B)Jason's Spiderfam bestie wouldn't be anyone other than Miles and same goes for Miles' Batfam bestie not being anyone other than Jason LMFAO.He's literally him when he was Robin so that'd be enough of a reason to instantly like him but on Miles' end Jason's basically Itsv!Peter B Parker with Aaron Davis' alignment so same logic but there's also how Jason's canonically a classical literature nerd and gamer,Miles' an artist and anime fan,they have the same taste in fast/junk food and flirting tactics and their lives both went to shit because the universe said so when they were 15.Also,Talia Al-Ghul and Rio Morales have the same vibe and you can quote me on that and i think if the comics had given Jason a 56 Gwen-adjacent love interest who was afrolatina then a lot of the problems in his writing would be fixed
Speaking of which-Have you guys not noticed how Miles is so good at making people better without even really trying and thus not at the cost of his own arcs or real personality and is instead just an aspect of him?Or how he's been shown as enjoying hanging out with older people,with even Gwen having a year on him?Or how Miles G literally has the Red Hood Era storyline(Sunshine softboy as a kid but turned into a goth asshole to cope with trauma and additional an anti-villain/vigilante/morally gray)?To throw some shade i know for a fact he makes a more fitting best friend and younger sibling for Jason than Roy Harper,Marinette Dupain-Cheng AND Danny Fenton do,the first for reasons i've said already,the last two because he'd never fuck with Bruce Wayne in his life and just knows him as that fakeout furry rich guy his older brother figure roasts sometimes and cons money out of to buy him gifts
And Jason would have someone he can geek out with and relate to for once and have legit reasons to want to turn good again because Miles made him see the good in the world again and at the same time Miles got taught to stop feeling for failing at things he tried his best at and that he can always just try again in different ways but always his own thing and Miles makes Jason feel like a kid again and Jason treats Miles like he's still a kid since HE IS and-Man,you see what i mean?They'd have the most interesting dynamic ever and frankly i think we all deserve to see it instead of 'He was a punk,he was also a punk,can i make it anymore obvious?'BLEHGH!!!!
Also,just cause i want to be able to tag this as Punkflower:
Hobie:Your guy's really hot
Jason:WHAT?!Bruh,Miles' like my brother!
Hobie:Your brother's really hot.And now i got a scooby doo on how there's no blood relation
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sixty-silver-wishes · 1 month
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sometimes I think about the house my grandma raised my mother and uncle in, that my grandfather lived in before he died, that my sister and my parents and I would all come over to for holidays. when my sister and I were little, we loved watching Disney and Nickelodeon on my grandma’s TV because all we could get at home was PBS for the longest time. she had an old antique piano that was out of tune, and when I started learning to play the piano in middle school, I would go plink out “Legend of Zelda” songs on it and think about how I was playing songs much, much younger than that 100-year-old piano. and we tried to plant a garden in her backyard, but it got overgrown with weeds. and one day we found tadpoles in the birdbath, and she let us take some home so we could watch them grow into frogs. my grandfather had an old green easy chair he was always sitting in, and two toes that crossed over each other and wouldn’t sit normally. I liked to watch nature documentaries with him. right before he died, we would talk about world history because he was very interested in it, and I was just beginning to be. there was a painting of my mother when she was a child on the wall of one of the bedrooms, and I would always stare at it because it looked exactly like my older sister. my grandmother had an outdoor swimming pool where we would sit by as we watched my uncle launch Fourth of July fireworks, but when I got older and wasn’t interested in fireworks anymore, or the United States had made me too disillusioned with the Fourth of July for me to watch fireworks, I sat inside with my aunt and the dogs to keep them company. there was a big tree in the yard I loved to climb, and when I was in middle or high school, I would take my instruments up there to play them while sitting in a tree, just because playing instruments in a tree sounded like a magical thing to do. my grandmother had a pantry full of snacks just for my sister and I- Scooby Doo fruit snacks with the light blue one still in there and Saltine crackers, and a fridge full of sodas and sparkling water in the garage. she had a sewing room where she would teach us to make blankets and pillowcases with the fabric we picked out, and when my sister got older, she taught her to make vintage style dresses. she had a bedroom full of antiques belonging to our great-grandmother whom I had never met, and it somehow felt like the most familiar and most distant place in the world to me.
but then her dog died, and her old cockatiel died too, and one of our cats died. and over time we buried all the animals under one of the trees in her backyard- one I used to climb, but not as much as the other tree because it was so skinny. when my grandfather died when I was in high school, he was buried in a military cemetery where all you can leave are cut flowers and US flags, and my grandma got a certificate from the government after he died with Donald Trump’s signature printed on it because he was president then, and she always says it’s the ugliest signature she’s ever seen. his funeral was the very first time I saw a coffin. the old piano was beyond repair, so they took out all the musical bits and turned it into a desk that sits in our living room. the white paint covering the wood, its musical guts removed, the silence of the out-of-tune ancient keys that are no longer there makes it sound more like taxidermy than a piano. it plays john cage’s 4’33 in fortissimo whenever I pass it.
when my grandmother went to live in an assisted living community, she sold the house. she’s doing well now. she likes the place she lives in, she invites us over for holidays, she keeps active. but the house was completely remodeled and painted over. she said the tree I loved to climb in, the one my uncle climbed in when he was a kid, was chopped down. she says the house doesn’t look like it used to anymore. it’s unrecognizable. I could drive past it and never know. I probably have.
I wonder if the people who live there now know that in the big backyard that generations of people loved, no matter how much they’ve altered the house, there are the bones of two dogs and a cat and a cockatiel deep under the ground.
I wonder if they haunt it.
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