#bolt watches things

[boltlightning]

im aware james norrington's proposal was painful and ended poorly but he has nothing on fitzwilliam fucking darcy

[the-scooby-gang]

are there any non-canine/non domestic dogs Doos? Like one of the Doos looked at a bat or a fox and said this? this is MY baby.

There is! Here is some of the non Dog Doos:

Uncle Bolts (Spooky Doo’s robot duplicate) adopted Timmy Doo, the roomba;

Cousin Linguini kinda accidentally found his Doo in Remy, the rat, so there was no Doo adoption here;

Uncle Albert, by virtue of being Shaggy’s mom’s brother, is kinda of a honorary Rogers. He doesn’t have a familiar per say, but that didn’t stop the Doos from pack bonding with Robi, the robot butler;

Uncle William had Bonnie Doo, the yellow bunny, who was found by our beloved Great Dane extended family on the side of the road;

Cousin Magali has Mingau, the white cat. Mingau comes from a long line of cat Doos that went abroad with the Lima branch of the Rogers family;

Cousin Stu straight up had a tiny demon, Spawn Doo. Spawn was adopted by another non dog Doo, Harvest Doo, Stu’s sister’s, Leslie, black cat. (Harvest spent a whole week staring at the void behind the couch until one day she laughed at it and dragged Spawn out of it by the scruff of his neck).

There is great debate between the Rogers side and the Macher side of the family if Stu was like that because of Spawn’s influence or Stu being like that attracted Spawn to him but neither side can deny that both were made for each other.

Also you should know that Spawn, by virtue of being a demon, circumvented the “once together, always together” rule, where when the Rogers die (in this case, the Macher) his/her/their Doo follows. So Spawn remains vigilant at his human’s grave. When the family comes to check on Stu (to make sure he didn’t pull a Uncle William and attached his soul to the mortal realm so he could “always come back”) they bring some steak for him in his tiny stone house he made with some rocks nearby (they also renew the spells that stops him from trying to resurrect Stu with a blood sacrifice. Again.)

[fizzlehead]

this house is full of M-M-MADNESS!

(betty cooper / get out of my house - youtube)

[starbuck]

i'm honestly so easy...

[cambria-writes]

happy spookmas everyone!

cranked this out at the very last second. shoutout to @anothermunsonsimp for encouraging this when i first brought it up (though i originally mentioned how pissed i was that the princess bride came out in 1987) and to @alovesongshewrote for being very enthusiastic about the concept of a halloween fic.

hope you're all having or have had a great day, regardless of current festivities! we will resume our regularly scheduled program on sunday. :)

rating: T warning: mostly just swearing, minor implied spoilers for ravenloft word count: 674

𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗

Halloween, 1986

You check yourself in the hallway mirror for what feels like the hundredth time in the span of ten minutes. You adjust the poofy sleeves for the nth time, fiddle with the hair pieces again, and make sure the necklace is well centered. You know you’re being ridiculous, but your blood feels like it’s full of static and you’re considering going back to the bathroom to wipe the blush off your cheeks. The heat in them makes it feel redundant. 

You rush into the kitchen to look at the time on the stove before noisily making your way back to the hallway mirror to fluff up you hair. It’s not really your hair; Maggie from Genealogy somehow just happened to have the perfect clip-on hair extensions for you, that also just so happened to be curled just the way you needed. You’re honestly still shocked and still suspicious, but if there’s one thing you’ve learned this year, it’s to not look a gift horse in the god damn mouth. 

When you check the time again, you huff and reach for the phone on the wall next to the fridge. You’ve just dialed the first three numbers when you hear the head-splitting buzz announcing someone’s arrived at the door downstairs. 

You run to the front door, stuff a handful of twenties and a lighter in your bra and run out the door. 

The stairs are an unexpected challenge—even when you grip as much of the gown’s skirt as you can, you nearly fall down  three flights of stairs about five times. 

When you finally manage to make it through the building‘s lobby, you have to take a second to just. Look at Eddie. Take him in, just for a bit. 

It had taken weeks of pestering, convincing, and literally reciting essays to Eddie to get him to agree. Not only to do a couple's costume—that's too cheesy, he said, I have an image and reputation to maintain, he whined—but to dress up as fucking Jareth. 

You're only human. It's not like anyone with a pulse can resist David Bowie.

And in this moment, staring dumbly at Eddie in a ballroom get-up, with straightened hair, you're not sure how you're supposed to resist him, either. 

When Eddie looks up at the glass door and, consequently, at you, you choke on your own spit. You can hear him burst out into laughter, and the sound shocks you from your stupor. You burst out the door. 

"Hey! I almost fucking died! Don't laugh at me!" You shout, smacking at his should with both hands. 

"I yield, I yield!" he cries out, still laughing. 

When he's finally recovered enough, and pulled you out of the way of the building's door, Eddie holds you at arms' length. It's his turn to stare at you now. 

And stare. 

And... stare some more. 

You shuffle nervously on your feet, and clear your throat. 

"H-hey, c'mon, you're making me feel like I'm doing something wrong."

"No," Eddie says, so forcefully and instantly that it makes you jump. "Shit, sorry, I mean—no, you're. You look..."

"Strange? Nerdy? Larger?" You emphasize the last word by patting down the many layers of your gown's skirts.

Eddie huffs at you like you've just said the most ridiculous thing. "Magical. You look magical," He says, quietly, moving his hands from your shoulders to your face. "Absolutely enchanting. Bewitching. Mes—"

"Oh god stop," you groan, slapping his hands away and hiding your face behind your own hands. "You've made your point, I'm sufficiently flustered."

"Perfect," Eddie replies, and you can hear the smug tone in his voice. When you peek through your fingers, he's wearing the most obnoxious smug grin and crosses his arms. "That shade of pink looks better on you." 

You make a gagging sound but pull at one of his arms to wrap your own around. 

"Come on, nerd. We've got booze to drink and teenagers to pretend we're chaperoning." 

Eddie starts walking first as he's chuckling. 

"Please, they're going to be chaperoning you."

[skeletalheartattack]

More kazooieposting because why not. What's your favourite stage theme?

let's see... with kazooie, it's probably clankers cavern because i just really like clanker. he's so cool and i like hanging out with him.

with tooie, while i feel like it's everyones favourite, it's gotta be witchy world. it's just such a fun world overall that it's hard to pick anything else.

[aromanticbuck]

When I say that Lisa Frankenstein is a GENUINELY GOOD film I mean I’m gonna drag Kit to go see it two more times this weekend unironically

[sleepless-crows]

IM. NOT. LEAVING. YOUR. SIDE. TIL. WE. FIND. WHAT. MATTERS. IM. NOT. LEAVING. YOUR. SIDE. TIL. WE'RE. BACK. HOME. IM. NOT. LEAVING. YOUR. SIDE. TIL. YOU'RE. REMEMBERED. NO. MATTER. HOW. FAR. WE. HAVE. TO. GO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[calamitys-child]

Love my friends so much I love how important a friend group is to the wellbeing of one another love how willing we all are to go to bat for one another love having people and people knowing they have me

[ronkeyroo]

It rained today...It was for about less than an hour, but it breathed so much into me, nearly felt like a healing touch after longing for it all those years ;;

[buckys-metal-arm]

Marvel, marketing MoM: oooh we made the first ever horror movie in Marvel, it's more graphic than anything we've made before!

Michael Giancchino and the rest of the Werewolf by Night team: hold our beer

[boltlightning]

[hanzajesthanza]

i lovveeeee regis’ death scene so i don’t mean this at all as “improvement” but i think it would have been really fun to have regis and vilgefortz attempt to outdo one another in grand megalomaniac speeches. “you cannot even begin to comprehend the amount of power i wield” type of statements, absolutely unhinged, screamed from the top of their lungs before they start trying to kill one another

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

if anyone needs me i will be rewatching trigun 98 and tristamp over and over until my brain explodes

[pixeldolly]

Walden BACC #922

Evelyn couldn’t really blame her friends; Roman Turner was unreasonably attractive. She wasn’t blind to the fact, after all once upon a time she herself had been drawn to him like a wolf to the scent of prey. 

She didn’t think of him that way anymore, obviously. That was all in the past! He and Jacob might have been going through a rough patch at the moment, but they were going to have a baby soon - Evelyn was careful not to read too much into Roman’s little visits.

Besides, some things really did stay the same. As much as he’d changed, she still made Roman feel uncomfortable whenever she wolfed out. He did his best to hide it, but he couldn’t disguise his scent, and that told her everything she needed to know. 

Even if he had been available, Evelyn couldn’t be with someone who did not accept her 100%.

Roman: “I should get going; Jacob has been texting me already asking where I am.”

Evelyn: “All right; take care.”

He tensed ever so slightly as she put her arms around him and her fur brushed his cheek.

She caught a whiff of anxiety wafting from him before he mastered it, along with...something else, a musky male scent.

Roman Turner was attracted to her as well. 

[gen-is-gone]

apropos of nothing but the timeline for my crackship may actually sort of line up and that delights me. never mind the fact that trying to imply that breaking bad is set in the mcu is not only ridiculous but maybe sacrilegious.

anyway Shades Alvarez/Gus Fring supremacy