a scooby-doo origin story where Daphne, Fred, Velma, and Shaggy are all serving detention together and none of them (save for maybe Fred and Daphne) have ever really talked before, but they talk in detention. they have fun, they're bonding, it's a real Breakfast Club situation, and as detention ends they're walking home and they see a dog digging through the garbage of a local restaurant
he's big, but he seems sweet and he's obviously hungry, so the gang approaches him to see if he has a collar. Shaggy manages to get to him first, and the dog immediately takes to him, giving him a big dog kiss and cuddling up to him, but the dog seems to like all of them
upon finding he doesn't have a collar, Shaggy, scratching behind his ears, rhetorically asks, "What's your name, buddy?"
and the dog answers, "Scooby-Dooby-Doo!"
after a minute of freaking the FUCK out and asking each other "y'all heard that, right?" the kids decide to take the dog (who they immediately start calling Scooby-Doo, Scoob, or Scooby for short) home, and find that not only can the dog talk, he displays human-level intelligence and is easily frightened. when they ask where he came from, he doesn't seem to know, but when they walk past an old, abandoned shopping complex on the edge of town, he completely freaks out...and there are weird noises coming from that complex at night....and some suspicious sightings....
the first mystery they investigate together is the mystery of what in God's name is going on here
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Baibai for now
you know that feeling when you’re watching a show or movie and there’s a scene where the found family is just having the best time celebrating something and it slow motion pans out while music plays in the backround and you’re just filled with this feeling of immense joy but also deep desire for that kind of happiness and friendship?
no, just me? okay.
In every universe except this one...
I chose you.
reblog to add +10 haunting power to your ghost when you die
Like Wanda Maximoff, I too create fake scenarios in my head just cause I hate reality.
If you think that Fleur didn’t yell out, “And THATS FOR RUINING MY WEDDING!” while fighting Death Eaters, you are wrong, my friend.
sometimes the best writing advice is "just let it be bad." revolutionary. terrifying. but it works.
I love this song, and now have more reason to love it:
I saw a post a while ago that joked about how fanfic writers love to give characters non-specific paperwork when they need the characters to be bored or tired from a long day. They speculated it’s because a lot of fanfic writers are either very young, or typically not very familiar with the jobs they’re writing about. And now that I’m back into reading merlin fanfiction I’m obsessed with how the equivalence of this for Arthur is shit to do with wheat and grain. Merlin wants to know where Arthur is? Oh he’s probably in a boring council meeting about wheat yields. Why has Arthur had a long day? Well he was spending all day surveying the grain storage for the upcoming winter. Arthur’s been arguing with other nobles? Probably because they all want more of the grain grown on their own land. This man is micro managing every single stalk grown in the kingdom of camelot no wonder he never noticed merlin’s magic
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