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[scoobysnacked]

              ⫸      @pyroteched​​​ LIKED.

   “Tohomiko Electronics? Like, far out! Scoob and I LOVE video games!”

[profiterolls-blog]

     if oikawa ever heard him right now makki would be mortified. 

     makki folds his hands behind his head, shoving his feet under the mass of blankets at the bottom of his bed. he’s unsure whether or not the conversation he had with oikawa earlier that day wasn’t totally invalid. 

   “do you think we’ll still keep in touch when we go to college?” he goes with the keep in touch, because even though he’s gay as the rising sun, and not afraid to experiment with things, he will not come across as a little bitch.”  @nusttam

[scoobysnacked]

             ⫸      @sonxflight​​​ LIKED.

   “Scooby! Buddy, come back!” Too late. The Dane had already     bounded over to the stranger, sniffing around his pockets and     leaping up to press a sloppy lick to the man’s cheek. 

            “Ah jeez. C’mon, Scoob, knock off the PDA               man! Sorry dude, he’s, like, uber friendly.”

[scoobysnacked]

               ⫸      @acutelyarachnophobic​​​ LIKED.

    “No no, you heard right. Chocolate covered hot dogs. Like, trust     us, we’re the most expert-y food experts you’ll ever meet. Right Scoob?”

                Scooby nods. “Rhat’s right!”

[scoobysnacked]

In main verse, Mystery Inc is fairly famous, Scooby especially. They have kind of a following, they’re represented in media, sometimes do interviews, there’s a few parodies of them etc...

So what I’m saying is, Shaggy knows The Solve-It Squad exists, found it surreal but funny, and regularly goes round singing ‘the name is Scrags, my attention span is short, I’ve got a high metabolism and a panic disorder’ dhdhhshdhd

[newfngs]

Michael's hands were on the handlebars of his motorbike as he guided it through the crowds of the Boardwalk. He remembered riding through it before, rushing after the leader of a local biker gang in an attempt to impress them and nearly taking out a few pedestrians in his haste. A part of him wondered if anyone would recognize the bike, but given the fact it probably wasn't the worst incident on the Boardwalk, he doubted anyone besides one of the night guards would even glance in his direction. Not as if his bike was something to look at either, though Michael would still be mildly offended if someone made that comment.

Tonight, Michael lacked the gang he had so desperately tried to earn the respect of, mostly due to the fact he just hadn't bothered to find them yet. He was certain they were around here somewhere, but Michael decided to 'window shop' as he walked through the thoroughfare. He figured it'd be a decent enough pastime to keep his mind from wandering too far, though Michael's progress through the streets was brought to a pause when he noticed a tattoo stall set up along the street. He remembers being told before ear piercings were a rip off, though as Michael inspected the other's work he could respect the skill.

" How much for something small ? " Michael inquires, leaning over the front of his bike.

@gareththegreat

[houselizard]

hello beloved.

hello my wife.