#scampy the dog

[fuckthispost-andhappybirthday]

September 09: Happy Birthday Scampy (Beanie Babies)!!!!

[heart-forge]

Dabloon thief here.

I'm going to need 1,000 dabloons <3

If you want to file any complaints send them to my boss @obesericewrites.

Listen I don't know anything about tiktok but far be it from me to turn down an opportunity to give you dabloons, although maybe a different currency 🐶🐶

Local girl annoyed with her mama for making her put down her toys for an internet joke.

[tropes-and-tales-archives]

More Precious Than Rubies: Part 7b

This is an alternate timeline story that has a Rafael Barba track and a Sonny Carisi track. The two paths split off in part 3.

WC: 4104

TW: Angst; fluff; family drama; smut (fingering; food-play, kinda). 18+ only.

AN: The prompt was "I love you for you.  Don’t you dare think otherwise."

Over the next few weeks, Sonny came to realize that you had changed since you’d been together before.  He still thought his original assessment was mostly correct, though – much of your change in character was nothing more than extreme fatigue.

After the night of your panic attack and opening up about your father, for example:  Sonny had nodded off almost immediately after sex, but when he woke in the middle of the night, you weren’t in bed beside him.  When he went looking for you, he found you hunched over at your kitchen table, reading through case files.

When he coaxed you back to bed, he felt you toss and turn beside him until you finally fell asleep.

And you woke up shortly after with a start and a gasp, like you’d been asleep only long enough to have a bad dream.

Sonny tried to help you as much as he could, relieve some of the pressure.  It was a delicate balance to walk though.  If he did too much, you felt guilty to be burdening him.  If he did too little, as he had in the past, he knew you’d feel neglected.

The two of you struck a balance together.  Your schedules meshed only half of the time, so you spent more time apart than Sonny would have liked.  If he had it his way, he’d move you into his place and always have you with him.  Instead, you took turns staying over at each other’s place (Sonny, in reality, only lived about five blocks from you).  You each had your nights alone too, even though Sonny hated falling asleep without you.  You tried to have a lunch or a coffee date during the week so that you could get caught up in a more leisurely way.

It was different than before.  You were letting him see more of your life, more of your feelings than you ever had before.  Of course, it was just as likely that you were too exhausted to bother putting on a brave face.  Sonny felt…more protective of you. 

He still saw glimpses of the old you, though.  When he was going through his own tough time, nothing but mandatory double-shifts to help catch a serial predator, the old you turned up and took charge.  You brought him lunch and dinner to the precinct.  You picked up his dry-cleaning and even drove back to Manhattan late one night to pick him up when he was too tired to drive himself home.

When SVU finally caught the guy, he sent you a triumphant text.  Your first reply congratulated him.  Your second expressed a deep desire that said serial predator could afford his own counsel.

And your third text told him that you should celebrate, and that he should come over to your place the next evening.

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When he got to your apartment, he could smell the problem before he even got through your front door.  You answered his knock with a hang-dog look, a t-shirt splattered with something, and a smog of odor behind you.  Sonny sniffed carefully.  Burnt garlic.  Something fishy.

“Hey,” he said in his most neutral voice as he pressed a kiss to your furrowed forehead.  “How are you?”

You answered with an exasperated sigh, and he followed you into your kitchen to survey the damage.  There was a pan on the stove, still smoking gently against the exhaust fan.  He held back the smile that threatened to cross his face – it looked like you had tried to make shrimp scampi, judging from the shrimp (still raw-looking in the pan) and the garlic (scorched black).  He glanced over and saw a strainer of cooked linguine, boiled to a paste-like consistency. 

Then he glanced over at your face, and you looked so confused and distraught that he finally did laugh.

“I don’t know what went wrong,” you told him.  “I followed the recipe exactly.”

“Which recipe?”

You unlocked your phone and handed it to him.  He scanned the recipe.

“It was listed as ‘easy’ on the website, and there was only three steps to the entire recipe…” you said.

Sonny glanced back at the pan on the stove, and then he picked up a spoon and poked at its contents.  “Did you buy fresh shrimp?”  You nodded, and Sonny peered at the evidence closer.  “Did you peel and devein them?”

“I took their shells off, yes,” you said, a little defensively. 

“You know they sell these already peeled and deveined, right?  You didn’t devein these…see?  This black line here needs to be removed.”

You leaned over to look at where he was pointing, and Sonny tried to ignore how it felt to have you standing so close to him, your breasts pressing against his arm as you listened to him break down the scene of the crime.  You scoffed when he pointed out the scorched garlic (too high heat), but then you gagged when he explained what deveining shrimp really entailed.

“That black line isn’t a vein,” he said, and you pulled a disgusted face and said you were never eating shrimp again.

“Points for effort, though,” he finished with a smile.  “Let’s order in.”

“I really thought I could pull this one off.”  You pouted and surveyed your kitchen disaster again.  “I’m sorry, Sonny.  I wanted to celebrate your big case.”

“It’s the thought that counts,” he replied with a smile, but you only continued pouting, your eyebrows knit together in consternation.

He couldn’t resist your lower lip stuck out, so he leaned down and kissed you, slow and lingering.  When he broke away, you were grinning up at him a little sleepily.

“You have one good meal under your belt though,” he said.  “You did amazing with our anniversary dinner, remember?  You did that baked rigatoni…”

Your smile faded and you slid your eyes away from him.  You tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but he tightened his arm around your waist and held you against him.  He mentally kicked himself for bringing up that sad memory, but then you muttered the truth.

“I didn’t cook that, Sonny.  I, uh…tried to.  But it turned out terribly.”  You glanced up and made eye contact with him, and you winced. 

“But it was really good!”

You winced again.  “Sonny, it was good because you thought I made it.  It was from a chain Italian restaurant in Times Square.  I couldn’t order something from an authentic place.  You would have never bought that I could suddenly make my own ravioli or squid-ink linguine.  So I got the baked rigatoni and dumped it in a casserole dish…” You trailed off, obviously ashamed.

Sonny laughed in disbelief.  “The betrayal!  And on our anniversary!”

“I wanted to impress you!” you exclaimed.  “I was going to eventually tell you, but that evening didn’t go as planned anyway, and we broke up not too long after that.”

His smile fell a little at that memory.  He also thought back to your time together before; you’d met his family once for a Sunday dinner, and his sisters Gina and Theresa had relentlessly teased you about the family recipes, and how one only earned them when they married into the family.  You had laughed along with them, but Sonny hadn’t missed the subtle panic that washed over your face.

The Carisi family was centered around food – it was their love language and their national identity.  Of course you would lie during your anniversary dinner.  You probably wanted to prove yourself to him, and you had obviously panicked when you had failed.

He felt a wave a shame for teasing your appalling cooking abilities, so he pressed another gentle kiss to you.

“Let’s order in,” he repeated softly.  “And tomorrow night, we’ll cook together.  We’ll start easy and go from there.”

*****

It was Saturday.  Sonny got called into work in the morning, but early in the evening, he turned up at your apartment again, laden down with grocery bags and his now-familiar overnight bag.  The two of you stayed over at each other’s places, but you hadn’t broached the topic of leaving essentials at the other’s place quite yet.

You let him in, enjoying the sight of him, even a bit rumpled from a day at work.  He was wearing a three-piece suit.  You thought you’d send ADA Barba a thank you note, since the man had obviously influenced Sonny’s wardrobe for the better.  You watched Sonny shed his coat and vest and tie, and you watched him roll up his sleeves.  You thought maybe you could skip the culinary lesson and just drag him into your bedroom.

Instead, you bit back your nascent desire for him and followed him into the kitchen.

You wanted to learn how to cook.  No one in your family did – you were essentially raised by a single mother, with three older siblings.  Your mom worked three part-time jobs, and any odd job she could find in between, so meals were relegated to grazing on whatever you could find:  frozen pizzas and Hamburger Helper during flush periods, peanut butter sandwiches during lean times.  You couldn’t remember a single meal where everyone sat together and ate, unless you counted holiday meals at your aunt’s house.  Those usually descended into family squabbles, and the turkey was always bone dry anyway.

Sonny’s family was different.  They ate every meal together when he was growing up, thrown together by a stay-at-home mother who poured her love into every homemade sauce and pasta and dessert.  You were never more uncomfortably aware of your differences in upbringings as you had been during that Carisi meal.  And while you didn’t prescribe to traditional gender roles, you also wanted to be able to pull your weight if things with Sonny progressed.

You watched as he laid out the groceries, and then you watched as he rifled through your cabinets until he found all the pots and pans he wanted.  Then he turned to you.

He looked you over, and it seemed that he had the same thought you originally had when he first came into your apartment.  You were in a simple cotton dress, barefoot, hair pulled back into a low ponytail.  Nothing special, but the look in his blue eyes was practically predatory.  But he pushed it aside, apparently, because he reached into one of the bags and handed you a piece of folded cloth.

You shook it out and then laughed – it was a ridiculously girly apron, frilled and ruffled.  There were two deep pockets on it, though, so you could see the utility beyond the style.

“You wear as much food as you attempt to cook,” he said simply, and you rolled your eyes but put it on.  You tied the back and then gave a little spin on your bare toes, savoring the look that crossed his face when you did.

“I think you just have a 1950’s housewife kink,” you teased.

“Maybe,” he teased back, and he wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you against him.  “Maybe I expect to be greeted at the door every evening with a drink and a smoke and dinner on the table.”

“Hmm.”  You stood on your tip-toes to kiss him lightly, and you pulled away when he tried to deepen the kiss.  “I hope you enjoy Spam loaf and Jello salads then.”

Sonny grinned down at you.  “You think you could actually manage a Spam loaf?”

You pretended to be offended.  “You think you could manage sleeping alone in a twin bed?”

“Never.”  He kissed you again, then spun you around so that you were facing the kitchen counter, all business.  “Tonight, we’re making a simple salad and Bucatini Cacio e Pepe.”  You grinned at his Staten Island-accented Italian. 

He supervised while you started the salad, watching you rinse the lettuce and then start to cut the tomatoes.  You kept trying to talk to him – about his day, about your upcoming cases – but he kept making frustrated growls at you.

“I think I see your problem,” he finally huffed.  “You aren’t giving the meal your full attention.”

“I’m just talking to you.”

“Yeah, but when you’re talking, you’re going off-task.”  He pointed at the last few tomatoes you had cut up.  “See?  You didn’t cut the stem out of these.  And you keep turning to face me while you’re cutting….you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

He put his hands back on your hips and turned you back to face the counter.  “Pay attention to what you’re doing,” he said sternly.  Stern-Sonny was a rare occurrence, and you felt your desire reemerge.

“Can’t go off-task,” you said to the tomatoes, and you assumed a thick Staten Island accent.  “Gotta cut you up just right.”

You felt rather than heard Sonny’s exhalation - of frustration?  Or laughter? Maybe both.  It was hot against your neck, and you felt him put his mouth close to your ear. 

“You think you’re funny?”  He put his hands back on your hips, and he pressed the length of his body against you until you were trapped between him and the counter.

“Can’t talk right now,” you said, your voice steady.  “Gotta cut these tomatoes.  Can’t bring shame upon my Sicilian ancestors.”

Another huff, this time of laughter.  “My family’s from Lombardy and Calabria,” and the way he growled it made your desire for him grow even more.

“Lombardy?” you teased, already knowing how he was going to react.  “So you’re practically Austrian then.  Shouldn’t we be making a schnitzel?”

You had thought he’d spin you around to face him – Sonny hated when you reminded him that shifting country lines and wars meant that “Italy” was something of a nebulous concept, as were most European countries.  He didn’t though:  instead, he pressed himself more firmly against you, enough that you could feel his growing desire for you.

“Pay attention to what you’re doing,” he growled in your ear.  You bit your lip as he rolled his hips against you, but you finished chopping the tomatoes, sans stems.

“That’s good,” he continued.  “Now peel and slice the cucumber.”

You kept your hands steady as you started to peel the cucumber, but Sonny shifted one hand from your hip and snaked it around your front.  His fingertips found the hems of your skirt and apron and slipped underneath.  When his hand drifted up your thigh and found its target, you paused in your task and let out a shuddering breath.

“Keep working,” he husked in your ear.

“You’re not playing fair,” you whined back.

Another huff of laughter.  “I’m teaching you to focus,” he said, and he stroked a finger lightly over the junction between your legs.  “It’s like how runners train at high altitudes so that they can run faster at sea level.”

“Really, Sonny…”

“And you’re so wet, doll, so your mind was somewhere else than on the cutting board in front of you.”  Then he pressed his mouth against the back of your neck and mumbled a string of Italian, probably something filthy, but punishment for insinuating that he wasn’t one hundred percent Italian stock. 

He kept giving your instructions – cut the cucumber, boil and salt the water – and you followed them, stubbornly trying to ignore what his hand was doing to you.  Two could play that game.

While the water boiled, Sonny upped the ante and slipped his finger under the hem of your panties, stroking you more firmly.  You wanted to give in, but he informed you that the pasta needed to go into the water, so you clenched your jaw and dumped the noodles.

“Those need about four minutes,” Sonny told you with another firm roll of his hips.  “Anything we can do to kill four minutes?”

He wasn’t playing fair at all, so you sassed him.  “We could have sex.  Four minutes – that’d leave an easy three minutes for cuddling afterwards.”

Sonny made an injured sound behind you, and the next thing you knew, he was scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to the bedroom, and when the pasta ended up mushy and overcooked from boiling for over ten minutes, it wasn’t entirely your fault.

*****

As much as Sonny wanted to take you on a hundred perfect dates, there was something perfect about the evening:  cooking together, sex, eating the meal together, more sex.  And after the second round of sex, you were relaxed and more apt to talk about deeper issues.  It allowed Sonny to get past that hard outer shell of yours.

Right now, you were both in your bed, naked and cozy under your faded quilt.  Your head was resting on his bare chest, and you poked him in his side from time to time.  It made him laugh, and hearing his laughter rumbling under your ear made you laugh too.

Sonny always started the conversation with shop-talk, to ease you into the waters.  You were on a run with Major Case and Homicide defendants, so your tell-tale heels hadn’t been clicking in the bullpen of SVU lately.

“We miss you,” Sonny joked.  “Amanda and I have a runny tally on how Barba reacts when he sees you’re the defendant’s counsel.”

You perked up a bit and turned to look at him.  “Oh yeah?  How does he react?”

“He’s got four basic things he does.”  Sonny shifted his arm and counted off on his fingers for you.  “He clenches his jaw hard enough that you can hear it pop.  He huffs and snorts through his nose so that he sounds like a bull.  He rubs the back of his neck really angrily.  And he says ‘great’ in this sarcastic tone he has.”

You chuckled.  “Which one does he do more?”

“Oh, he clenches his jaw more than anything.  We have a pool on him needing a crown eventually for when he shatters a tooth.”

You smiled at him.  “He the worst A.D.A. I have to work with, you know.  He’s very frustrating, especially compared to Niles or other ones.”

“He’s the worst?”

“The worst, by which I mean the best.  Every case I face off against Barba, I put in twice the work.  He doesn’t half-ass it like some prosecutors do.  He doesn’t pull cheap tricks, like leaning into race or gender or socioeconomic status.”

Sonny grinned at this.  “I’m gonna tell him you said that.”

“Don’t you dare!”  You poked him in the side, hard, making him laugh.  “He’s my arch-nemesis!”

“Oh, your arch-nemesis,” Sonny wheezed as he tried to wriggle away from your ticklish fingers.  “I’m gonna tell him that too.”

The two of you tussled, and Sonny let you win for a while, but he couldn’t resist flipping you on your back and holding your wrists down lightly as you vowed to show him no mercy once you got free.  Sonny leaned down and kissed you – all over your face – until you laughed and promised him maybe a little mercy after all.

He released your hands and switched your earlier position:  you were on your back, and he laid his head on your upper chest.  He could hear your heart beating, slow and steady under his ear.

“It was a good evening,” you murmured, and he felt you reach out to finger-comb his hair.  You tugged now and then against the remnants of his hair gel, and you scratched his scalp lightly when he winced at the tugging.

“It was,” he agreed. 

“I’m sorry about messing up your celebration dinner last night though.”

“No worries.  I liked cooking with you.”  When you didn’t reply, he let the silence grow for a moment before continuing.

“Why does it matter so much to you, cooking for me?”

He heard you sigh above him, but he felt, under his cheek, your heart start to beat a little faster. 

“I just want to show you that I can pull my weight,” you muttered.  “You grew up in a house where every meal was homemade…”  You trailed off, but your heart was thudding faster now.

Sonny may have missed a lot when you first dated, but he was more observant now.  And you’d let him in more about your own past, and he realized that you compared your family and childhood to his own.  Maybe it fed into your insecurities before; maybe you were still insecure about it.  Maybe you were insecure about a future with him.

“Doll, are you comparing yourself to my mother?” he blurted out, and the questions fell out of him much like they did when he put a case together, so fast that you didn’t have a chance to answer them.  “Are you trying to prove you can cook like her?”

Then, the question at the heart of the matter:  “Are you worried that…there wouldn’t be a, uh, future between us…if you can’t cook?”  A ridiculous question when said out loud, but it was the right one to ask.

“Maybe,” was all you replied.

“Seriously?”  He shifted so that he was gazing down at you, and your face was tense in the way he knew meant you were worried.

“I mean…it’s not just the cooking, Sonny.  You grew up in this idyllic, perfect life, and my childhood was so far from that.  I didn’t even know that breakfast was a real meal when I was a kid.  It was off-brand Pop-tarts on the go and eaten on the bus.  I never sat down to a breakfast until college.  Then I met you, and your mom cooked breakfast for you every morning.  Waffles and omelets.  Pancakes with chocolate chip faces in them.”

“Okay…”

You took a deep breath and looked back at him.  “It’s just that you had this amazing model of what a family looks like, and I can’t replicate that.”  You shrugged and added, “so why would this ever go anywhere between us?”

Sonny took his own deep breath.  It hurt his heart to hear that you didn’t think he’d marry you because of something as trivial as the ability to cook…but he knew it was deeper than that.  You’d been to exactly one Carisi family dinner.  You saw his childhood home, perfectly cleaned because company was coming over.  You saw his mother’s best recipes laid out.  You saw his family on their best behaviors for the benefits of Sonny’s new girlfriend.

He told you now all the things you didn’t see:  the messy home, the nights his mother ordered pizza for dinner.  The squabbles – the little fights over past grievances.  The larger fights – like how his mother felt unappreciated by his father, how his father felt harried.  The weird little cliques that sprang up:  him and Bella against Gina and Theresa.  Him defending Bella’s engagement to Tommy to everyone.  Everyone getting on his case about joining the police force.

“We aren’t perfect,” he concluded.  “Far from it.  And my childhood wasn’t as wonderful as you think it was.”

The expression on your face was pure skepticism, so he leaned down and kissed you.  He could tell you:  about the spreadsheet on his laptop calculating the savings plan he had already laid out to buy you the perfect ring, how he already had the ring picked out, how he had an entire folder of ideas for how to propose.  How he agonized about how long he should wait (inconclusive, after talking to both Bella and Amanda) versus how long he wanted to wait (not at all).

He didn’t tell you.  Instead, he kissed you and hoped you felt how much he loved you, and how utterly certain he was that he wanted to marry you.  Cooking was such a non-issue in his world.  His parents’ marriage, now that he was a grown man himself, felt uncomfortably lopsided, and he didn’t want that with you.  He wanted a real partnership.

Sonny broke the kiss, and the doubting look on your face was gone.  He reached up to cup your face in his hand, and you leaned into the touch.  He locked eyes with you, and he said, “I love you for you.  Don’t you dare think otherwise.”

“But – “

“No,” he chided you gently.  “This isn’t an argument.  We aren’t lawyers right now.  No ‘but.’  I love you exactly as you are.”

You snorted at this.  “Even when I reach well into adulthood without knowing how to devein a shrimp and, more to the point, that deveining isn’t really removing veins?”

“Even then,” he agreed, and he surged forward to kiss you again, because you were already opening your mouth to argue with him, though he caught your smile right before he did.

[sporesgalaxy]

hi sporesgalaxy. me and my friend played spore the other day (at an amazing resolution never before seen pixels) (running smoother than butter on my good computer) and it is in fact very fun. twas my first time. just got to the tribal stage though and im intimidated as fuck. whats your favorite stage?

also we made a fantastic bipedal shrimp named scampi. hes great. especially after working on a shitty mace tailed connecticut clark looking dog for hours

YEAHHH HELL YEAHHHH GLAD U HAD FUN!!!!!! SCAMPI SOUNDS AMAZING. CONNECTICUT CLARK MACE DOG ALSO SOUNDS AMAZING. YOU'RE ALREADY A SPORE MASTER

My favorite stage is Space stage!!!! Im a big nerd for flying around looking at procedurally generated planets and terraforming for fun and turning skies purple and committing war crimes sometimes and such ^_^

[munsonology]

I HAVE ANOTHER ONE

eddie tying you up while you wear vibrating panties

he has the app and he controls it while he sits in another room which is a punishment in itself bc you can’t even give him your puppy dog eyes to beg him to let you cum since he’s not even in the same room as you and he pretends that he can’t hear your begging pleas

i’m in a mood for him to be mean to me can you tell??

Oh my good lord!!!!

I’m such a whore I have also seen this in videos 😭

Eddie would take it even further and make you wear it in public. Y’all are at a restaurant and he eats his shrimp scampi while you can barely get anything down, squirming when he ups the level on the vibrator.

He’s been toying with you all day. Taking you to the edge and then turning it off, sometimes for a couple hours. Your panties are uncomfortably soaked. You’re aching for release.

You and Eddie walk through the picturesque park across the street when you feel the rumbling of the vibrator.

“Eddie! Please!” You plead struggling to hold yourself up on the bench.

“You gonna cum?” He mocks. “Yeah are you?”

You nod, thighs clenching. You sit down and spread your legs lifting the hem of your dress up.

You feel a wave of pleasure wash over you. You try to close your legs as a steady stream of squirt leaves your sopping cunt, dripping all over the bench seat. Eddie’s boots kick your feet apart.

“Don’t close them again, I like the view.”

When you stand eddie smacks your bare ass admiring the work you left behind. “You could paint a Picasso baby.”

[wrenandshinpy]

**Some facts about me**

Doing this for @mandoanne

**Name/ fact:** My name is Aaron. Named that because because my parents couldn't think of a name and a TV show was playing while they were in the hospital and this guy's name came up on the screen as a producer or something, and they were both like, 'hey that's a good name'. Which is like the lamest thing ever to be named after, but also hilarious.

**Religion:** Father's parents were Catholic, mother's parents were some kind of non-Catholic Christian, so I was baptized but never really followed either religion. Other than weddings/funerals, I've probably only been in a church about 5 times.

**Specific fact:** I had three sets of canine teeth (baby tooth, adult tooth, adult tooth 2) which is oddly common on my dad's side of the family. My uncle and great uncle had the same thing happen.

**Nicknames:** If you've seen that Key & Peele sketch...

**Age:** 30+

**Height:** 5'10" or 1.78m

**Sexual orientation and pronouns:** he/him, mostly straight

**MBTI and zodiac sign:** I did that a long time ago and can't remember... INFT or INJT or something like that I think, definitely introverted though. And Scorpio.

**Hobbies:** Watching movies/TV and digitally hoarding them.

**Favorite food:** Just about any kind of pasta, I love making shrimp scampi because it's so easy and I love it.

**Pet:** one dog

**Favorite subject:** Math and science

**Have you ever played any sports:** I played basketball for a year when I was so young they lowered the rims, then baseball for two years, then soccer for several years, and then hockey for a few years.

**Favorite sport:** Soccer was probably the sport I was best at, hockey is what I enjoyed playing the most. For watching it would probably be American football and hockey.

**Do you have siblings:** One younger brother.

I feel like I'm bothering people if I ask them to do this, even though I feel the exact opposite if I'm tagged. So if you want to do it, you can say I asked you, if not, that's cool too.

[emilythedog661]

I made a family tree for scooby

Here is the story about skye the great dane and the puppies

scooby and the gang meet skye while exploring a old abandoned warehouse after hearing stories about a monster scaring people away from the warehouse, skye was at the warehouse as she was abandoned there by her pervious owners after she became too hard and big to handle, scooby and skye hit it off really well to the point the pair fall in love with each other, they both adore eating, skye will protect scooby from anything and this made scooby feel like he had to protect her in return, they both love people and they became inseparable, shaggy was happy that scooby found someone and he thought skye was quite a cute dog, skye liked shaggy as scooby liked shaggy and skye and shaggy became good friends with each other.

skye is one of those dogs who loves people and she loves to protect the ones she loves, she use to live with a little girl names abby who adored her and she adore skye, skye was abby's shadow who followed everywhere and skye was got by abby's mom to protect abby, then abby's stepdad came into their lives and hated skye for some reason and one day when abby was at school and the mom was at work, the stepdad grabbed skye and dumped her by the warehouse a week before scooby and the others found her, skye was upset as she thought abby didn't like her anymore but when it turns out the stepdad was the one scaring people away from the warehouse for money reasons, skye was returned to abby and she let scooby come over to see skye for dates and play days which he loved the idea.

soon though skye became pregnant with scooby after a few night date together and she ends up giving birth to 3 puppies, scampi, sofia and toffee

scampi is a puppy version of his dad being scared by ghosts and monsters but has a big heart for people he loves, he also very playful like his mum and he his favorite passtime is eating and napping, he is also a big daddy's boy and he never leaves scooby's side admiring him like what acrappy did when he was with the gang for a few years but not as annoying.

sofia is a princess as in she acts like she should belong in royalty, she keeps her coat clean, she loves wearing accessories like bows, hair clips, hair bands and all that stuff, hates getting mucky and dirty and she's been nicknamed 'the princess', she adore her mum and she loves her dad but she's more of a mummy's girl.

lastly is little toffee and she's the runt of the litter, she adore both her parents and she has a big heart like her dad while being protective like her mum, she loves to protect her parents from the monsters and ghosts as well as the gang if they are around and she loves cuddling the gang

that what i have so far and i hope you like scooby"s (fan) wife and kids 😊

[erinthesails]

my dog is small and a rascal, call that a shrimp scampy

[badcountryofficial]

Scampi!!! My shrimpy dog :-)

[travelonourown]

Thu July 27

Left for Edinburg today, stopping at the pretty Potarch Bridge (over River Dee, completed 1813) for photos. The bridge is famous for strongman Donald Dinnie who carried the 332 kg Dinnie Stones across. After that we made our way to Roslyn Chapel for a visit. It is an amazing 15th century building with many intricate carvings, carved pillars and stone roof. The Victorians renovated the Chapel after it was abandoned for centuries, but we thought the two styles together was a bit jarring. Dan Brown’s “The DaVinci Code” generated a huge popularity for the Chapel that’s still seen today. We then drove to Lasswade, checked into the Laird and Dog Inn and had a final pub dinner there- haddock, scampi, chips and cask ale, of course!

[persimnon]

tagged by @airshipvalentine YIPPEE!

relationship status: single and winning the idgaf war about it

favorite color: purple but maroon is a close second

song stuck in my head: the spins by mac miller

last song i listened to: 24k magic by bruno mars (bc it played in the restaurant i ate in)

3 favorite foods: shrimp scampi, persimmons (like my url, duh) and fuckin uhhhh idk cherry tomatoes

last thing i googled: how to print atyd (a friend from hs randomly reached out bc she knew I am a fan and wanted a tutorial)

dream trip: literally anywhere in europe, maybe dublin? or prague?? i’ve never been outside north america so I’d go anywhere. i’m actually on a trip in puerto rico right now and kind of hate it. so def not PR

what i want right now: to sleep, to go home and see my dog, for the hotel worker who stole my airpods yesterday to die a horrible death, and to not be as sunburnt as I am rn

tagging: you, dear reader. whichever mutuals i usually tag in these things + whoever wants to bc these are fun questions

[alexhornefan]

Guilty pleasure? Spicy Nik Naks or Scampi Fries. I fill the car with them.

Where is home? A detached Edwardian family house in Chesham, Buckinghamshire, with my wife Rachel and our three sons, aged five, seven and nine.

Career plan B? A journalist – I spent six months working on local newspapers in Sussex.

Who would play you in a movie of your life? Shane MacGowan – it’s the teeth.

Biggest bugbear? People’s addiction to their mobile phones.

As a child you wanted to be… The Liverpool footballer Ian Rush. I was a fan from the age of six.

Secret to a happy relationship? Marry the right person.

Your best quality? Making the best use of my time.

And your worst? Schadenfreude.

Most romantic thing you’ve ever done? Getting married – it’s not so much the proposal or the ceremony, but the commitment that marriage represents.

Last meal on earth? I don’t mind as long as it includes plenty of sausages.

Dream dinner-party guest? Rather than risk inviting some famous person from history, who I might not get on with, I would just have my friend [fellow comedian] Tim Key.

Advice to teenage self? Don’t cut your hair. It was quite long until I was 16 and I would have liked to keep it that way for a bit longer.

Cat or dog? Definitely dog, but with three young children it would be too much.

On a day off we’d find you… On a long, aimless walk around the Chilterns, which are on my doorstep.

Starstruck moment? Meeting Harry Hill for the first time backstage at a gig about 15 years ago. He’s a hero of mine.

Big break? Winning a Christmas cracker joke writing competition. My entry was, ‘Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday – ah, those were the days.’

Career highlight? Recording a performance by my band the Horne Section at the London Palladium earlier this year for a TV show.

Most embarrassing moment? Being made to sit on a cake wearing no trousers by Liza Tarbuck in the last series of Taskmaster.

Favourite tipple? I’m getting into single malt whisky.

Hangover cure? Go back to bed and have more sleep.

Top of your bucket list? To go up in a hot air balloon or a helicopter.

Secret skill? Wood carving.

One thing that would make your life better? An extra month between August and September.

Philosophy? It doesn’t matter – in other words, don’t take things too seriously.

Biggest lesson you’ve learnt about money? Listen to my wife. I’m very bad when it comes to finances.

Where would you time travel to? I did classics at university so would go to Ancient Rome to find out how Latin was actually spoken.

First record you bought? Kylie Minogue’s first album, Kylie.

Most extravagant purchase? A gypsy caravan on Ebay that I planned to use as an office. When it arrived it was just four feet high, so that didn’t work out.

Best present you ever received? Gary, a life-size gorilla made of resin that my manager gave me last year.

Biggest fear? Sharks – I’m sure they’re going to get me one day.

Celebrity crush? Carol Vorderman.

Happiness is… The anticipation of having a fry-up.

Source- it's from the Daily Mail. I clicked so you don't have too.

[hauntedzone]

age: 2️⃣1️⃣

gender: girl i guess…

eye color: rainbow (change colors depending on my mood. red=angry, orange=silly, yellow=needs to pee, green=happy, blue=sad, purple=need to piss, brown=need to poo, and dont ask what pink means eheheh)

hair color: half rainbow half black and white. long, straight and pointy and curly

likes: nice people, dogs, cats, reading, starbucks, learning, watchinf anime, boba

dislikes: mean people, winter, roe v wade’s overturning

favorite music: all kinds ^-^

picture this: u and me. olive garden. u open ur mouth to order and i interrupt u , my mouth full of breadsticks. “he’ll have the shrimp scampi” ur allergic to shellfish. but u dont say anything. “and ill have the red lobster” a little bit of breadstick flies out of my mouth onto ur hand when i speak. i lick it off. u get up and say u left something in ur car. u leave and get into ur car. u start it. i put a car bomb in there that i wouldve disabled if u left with me to my gamer pad to watch me play overwatch (im bronze league). u didnt though. it explodes. the olive garden doesnt serve red lobster.

awwwwwwww <3 i think im gonna kill you

[mythgirlimagines]

ANON-CORRECT QUOTES

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(After Iris promised to cook for her senpais...)

The Other Anons: (coming into the kitchen to see a gigantic mess and Roxie attempting to eat it)

Iris: (hiding their hands behind their back and smiling a guilty smile, wearing a galaxy-printed apron and covered in noodles and shrimp) Pardon the mess, senpais! My dog startled me, and I threw my shrimp scampi into the ceiling fan!

Source: Twitter

Post Source: (https://twitter.com/online_shawn/status/520003143766396928)

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(After Myth learned of Eldritch's crush on Dream...)

Myth: (sternly) Listen, Ritchie! I know you like Dream, so why aren't you confessing to her yet?

Eldritch: (glaring back at Myth) I-I know how d-d-dating works! F-First comes l-l-love, then c-comes marriage...

Eldritch: (shaking like a leaf, letting his imagination go wild) ...th-then comes your b-brain being eaten by a z-zom-zombie b-baby that was hiding underneath your P-PILLOW!

Myth: (internally) I don't think that's how the rhyme goes...

Source: Total Drama Pahkitew Island

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(After one of the twin's usual schemes...)

Purple: (writing on a slip of paper sternly) How would a troublesome twosome such as you two enjoy an inked warning for insubordination?

Wet Sock: (smiling smugly) We'd love one.

Egg: (holding up a giant stack of insubordination letters, smiling) We'll just add it to our collection!

Source: Doctor Who

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(Context: Scar was called to his clinic late at night, only to find his senpais in need of desperate medical attention...)

Scar: (angry at being woke up so early) O' High Demons, would you care to tell me why all of you need medical attention?

Sparkle: (looking away, with a leg in a cast) I, THE SPECTACULAR SPARKLE, WOKE UP NERD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WITH ONE OF THE MASTERPIECE OPENINGS OF MY FAVORITE MAGICAL GIRL ANIME! AND THEN, HE CHASED ME DOWN THE HALLWAY, UNTIL I TRIPPED OVER ONE OF THE SPEAKERS!

Nerd: (grumbling, also with a leg in a cast) I then proceeded to trip over the SAME SPEAKER, because it was DARK!

Scar: (confused) And how did the High Demon of Prehistory get involved, I wonder?

Wyre: (still giggling, clenching their chest in pain) I-I laughed until I fractured a rib, because Nerd got hurt!

Source: Tumblr

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(During a day at Curious's fast food job...)

Dream: (walks up to the counter)

Curious: (smiling) Greetings, Dream-senpai. What may I get you today?

Dream: (smiling back) Do you know what a McFlip is?

Curious: (confused, but still smiling) No?

Dream: (smugly) Let me show you!

Dream: (gets on top of the counter, and does a backflip back to the ground) MCFLIP!

Source: Vine

Video Source: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LbvW1E9gbrk)

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(Context: Wanting out of Fusion's seminars, as usual, Janon hid in the library in a small and tight place)

Fusion: (entering the library, searching everywhere he can reach) Janon? Are you in there?

Fusion: (turning away to leave the library, sadly) He is not...

Fusion II: (having seen Janon enter his hiding place) No, he's in there. He's just very small.

Fusion: (turning back around, looking closer, before finally noticing Janon) What? Oh my gosh!

Janon: (anger at being found and exposed by his arch-nemesis's daughter)

Source: Playframe

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(During the Mastermind Trial, just before the final execution...)

The Fancy One/Mastermind: (looking away) Now if you excuse me, there's a place in Hell reserved just for me...

The Fancy One/Mastermind: (with an evil smirk, as the chain drags them away) It's called the THRONE!~★

Source: Fire Emblem Awakening

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As always, I hope you enjoy the content that I put out! In the meantime, look out for more content by your's truly!

-Fusion Anon

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Sorry this was posted on Sunday lol, had a busy day yesterday ^^' good quotes!

[garyjugert]

Uniclues:

1 Perform hygiene theater before the cart whacks your knee.

2 Dog biscuit.

3 One choosing wisely not to follow the man in the Speedo into the hut.

4 When one feels great about walking after replacement surgery.

5 Dude without wifi out in the sprawl.

6 What those of us who sold ours to the devil hope isn't true.

7 "Arrrggh it's brrrr."

8 Pretty one in Japan.

9 Why you're throwing up after losing your shirt.

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1 LYSOL AISLE SEAT

2 MONGREL CAKE

3 CABANA NAYSAYER

4 HIPS OIL EGO (~)

5 ANALOG SUBURBAN (~)

6 SOUL ENDURES

7 ICY AHAB QUOTED

8 NAGANO BEAUT

9 CASINO SCAMPI (~)