Catching The Train Is So Nice. I Get To Sit In The Aircon, It Tells Me What Stop Im Almost At, There's

catching the train is so nice. I get to sit in the aircon, it tells me what stop im almost at, there's plenty of seats and it is just so lovely. compared to the bus where the aircon never works, there is a constant battle for the back seat and I only know what stop im getting off out of habit. but I still love my bus tho.

Trying to get better at inking + work out another style, had to whip out my 5-year-old Microns

fr fr. I love scoobert doo and his gang of mystery solvers that chase evil coslpayers

I say as the people of Tumblr, we Goncharov our Own Scooby Doo reboot that focuses on the love and tenderness between the gang. Instead of being dark and edgy we can focus on character development between the characters, have fun developing a beautiful relationship between four people and their pet dog. Come on fanartists and fanfic writers, animators and editors we have the power to make everyone who signed off on Velma cower.

We should take advantage of a fandom banding together so suddenly and with such ferocity. How many times does smthn like this happen? Lets make the most of it!

You can find some of my own Scooby Doo headcanons here if any of you sorry souls are interested.

I like to think Phillip is an absolutely trash cook and chef but beniot thinks every single thing Phillip cooks is the best thing in existence and is 'blown away by the flavours'

Everyone on here assumes that Benoit Blanc's husband is a homebody malewife while also forgetting the bread-making mass hysteria of the early pandemic. That man might be in his own metaphorical bathtub of sourdough starter and pastries. We don't even know if he's a good cook. We just know he looks good doing it.

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Scooby Doo idea: Daphne Blake as the weird rich kid whose parents signed her up for a shit-ton of rich-kid extracurriculars like polo, fencing, and all of this other shit so they wouldn’t have to deal with her/bolster her college resume. She puts a lot of effort into actually being good at all these extra-curriculars bc she’s competing with all of her ~super successful and talented~ sisters for attention and ends up athletic as hell and socially stunted and like…really aggressive and competitive and never quite satisfied with anything she’s doing. The only other ‘High Society’ kid who can put up with her is Norville “Shaggy” Rogers —an anxious stoner with freaky strict parents whose only friend prior to Daphne was his equally anxious rescue dog—Daphne’s been beating up Shaggy’s bullies for years. Then there’s student council dweeb Fred Jones who’s always been groomed to be this ‘leader’ by his parents and is always pressured to go to these youth leadership things and stuff and yeah he’s pretty good at directing group projects, but really Fred’s kind of shy and more interested in engineering, forensics and maybe criminal justice and he’s been friends with this chick Velma Dinkley in engineering club who’s brilliant but she’s also tactless, awkward and very bitterly sarcastic to cover up for the fact that her book smarts far outweigh her social skills.

 So then there’s this mystery downtown and all five of them show up and there’s a mutual, “Oh hey it’s you: The weird kid from my school. What are you doing here?” and everyone goes around. Fred’s like, “Oh I knew the owners of this place and they said they might have to close down because of this ghost and I told Velma about it and Velma thinks we can get to the bottom of this.” And Shaggy’s like, “Scoob and I didn’t want to be home right now and we honestly didn’t know about the ghost but hey Daphne’s here so we feel safe enough to hang out and maybe Scoob can sniff out some clues or something.” And then everyone turns and looks at Daphne and Daphne’s just like, “I want to fight a fucking ghost.”