Scoobytopia Episode 99.5:Ā End of an Era | Scooby-Doo! and the Cyber Chase
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It makes deals, takes people but doesnāt immediately kill them, messes with memories, only the person or people who made the deal are supposed to remember the person or people taken but sometimes another person does and when that happens that extra person will have dreams with slightly different versions of the ones taken and might develop a need to prove that they existed. Oh also it canāt make physical evidence of the people disappear.
Just sometimes think about this one guy who was abused by his dad and left by his mom with said abuser, whose dad got remarried, whose step sister didnāt get the same treatment, who wanted to protect that same sister but also kind of hated the idea of her being the perfect child he so obviously never was (no one is perfect and itās all perspective and it hurts because there is nothing you could do that will satisfy them) because nothing she ever does warrants the same reaction to him breathing in that manās vicinity, who doesnāt know love and hugs and kind words and words in general and glances like he knows violence, who thinks his only worth comes from being perceived as hot and pretty with curls that he takes care of and body he works into exhaustion, who thinks he is only worth his fists and his basketball and his kegs and his girls, who thinks he will make it out of this place one day but itās so far away heād just rather be a dick to everybody else, heād just rather bite into the world with bloody fists and bloody cheeks, heād just rather hate everyone and everything and then himself
As much as I wish that weāve gotten more ever after high instead of a descendants and that I believe that ever after high is better than descendants, I do still like descendants.
Now that I have that out-of-the-way, Iām going to talk about descendants a bit, mainly because weāve seen a sneak peek at some of the cast for the next movie now hereās what I think is gonna happen or at least what Disney should do doesnāt mean they will.
First of all, they have to have Red and Chloe used to the whole new timeline because she doesnāt have memories of this, plus they definitely need to show more of what has changed because of them changing the queen of hearts.
Second of all the image of the new cast seems to imply that red may possibly now have a younger sibling that she does not remember existing, quite a few things have probably changed because of this change in the timeline. Which leads me into,
Third addressing the changes in the timeline, and perhaps even dealing with the villains from the first movie again.
Fourth bring up the fact that this is not a bootstrap paradox or any form of paradox and that since they changed things in the past and they traveled through time, they went to the new timeline that they created.
Fifth have red and Chloeās momās bring up the fact that they named them after girls they met when they were young that helped them and have at least one of them comment on how like those girls those two look.
And sixth, have red meet Prince charming as an adult and have her feel even weirder about crushing on him when he was younger when she traveled back in time.
Iāve been working on 3 fics and finished one fic on ao3. Iāve decided to look at which ones are getting the most hits (aka people reading it). Do you notice a pattern?
Everything changed the day Amira was born.
The world outside was collapsing ā bombs, dust, screams, and fear. Yet inside a small room, by the dim light of a single candle, a new life began.
While others were running for shelter, I was holding my newborn daughter, trembling, crying, trying to believe that something so pure could still exist in a place like Gaza.
I named her Amira, because I wanted her to feel like a child of life ānot a child of war.
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A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed
Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep.
She has just turned one.
Sheās learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things ā as if she doesnāt see the destruction around her.
She doesnāt know the word āloss.ā
She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there.
Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in ā whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like.
And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says āmama,ā everything becomes bearable again.
I want to rebuild our home.
Not just for the walls ā but for her future.
For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war.
Iām not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear
My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on ā to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
Ā A Motherās Message
To everyone reading this ā thank you for listening to our story.
Your kindness means more than words.
Every share, every message, every donation ā it all helps me rebuild not just a house, but a future for Amira.
From the heart of Gaza, from a mother learning to hope again ā
we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.
Hello, my name is Nadin. Iām from Gaza. Iām a graphic design graduate, a wifeāand now, a mother.
I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small studio, of creating art that told stories. I used to think about colors and fonts and the future.
Then, the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.
On October 22, 2023, I learned I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husbandās family home, killing 25 membersāhis mother, siblings, nieces and nephewsāentire branches of our family in seconds.
We were displaced twice. Everything was goneāhome, safety, routine, rest.
A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib, no celebrationānot even stillness. But she arrived, quietly and beautifully. In her eyes I saw something I hadnāt felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.
Now, our days are shaped by decisions that could dismantle the future we are trying to build together.
Today, Israelās government is discussing plans for a full military occupation of the Gaza Strip, including Gaza City and southern regions. The stated aim: to eliminate Hamas and later hand governing control to allied Arab forcesānot Israelābut with no clear path to peace or normalcy.
The humanitarian fallout is devastating. More than 61,000 Palestinians have died in this war; hunger and malnutrition are rising sharply. Hospitals in north Gaza have shut down, and 193 people have now died of starvation, nearly half of them children.
Aid remains blocked, water is scarce, and many risk dying of hunger or disease long before future promises arrive.
We Donāt Know What Comes Next
Thereās no clear path forwardāonly uncertainty for our daughterās life and our ability to survive another day.
My name is Nadin, and Iām a mother from Gaza.
How You Can Help
Iām asking for supportānot for comfort, but for survival:
Help us meet basic needs so we can breathe, heal, and preserve a world for our daughter.
Support us as I try to stand again on my own feetāeven a glimmer of stability matters.
If youāve read this far, thank you. If you can giveāthank you. If you canātājust sharing this post is a lifeline I will never forget.
