i’m like if a manic depressive tortured artist/poet from the early/mid 20th century was neither a poet nor an artist, and was just a guy who kinda sucks
fuck romance except for whatever literal death, and that whip wielding woman and the himbo have in that fucking game where you keep dying all the fucking time
Scoob and me don’t do castles! Why not? Because castles have paintings with eyes that watch you and suits of armor you think is a statue but there’s a guy inside who follows you every time you turn around! How many times has that actually happen? Twelve.
Scooby-Doo (2002) dir. Raja Gosnell