but that pic is so creepy

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This is just a short Halloween skit featuring Scurrow. This video was originally meant to be released on Instagram and Twitter only. Cuz it’s a really short video. But since many people enjoyed the video I decided to release it on YouTube. Plus I thought it would get people into the Halloween spirit as well. Cause we’re in spooky season.

For those who are not familiar about Scurrow. He’s the guy that usually does creepy pics with his fursuit. So I wanted to do a short hilarious halloween skit of Al getting creeped out by Scurrow. Because Scurrow is staring at Al.

I do apologize that I couldn’t do a little Halloween movie this year. It’s because I didn’t have enough time and money to do that kind of stuff.

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Every time I see this tweet going around I think of this, and as far as I’m aware no-one’s done this before…

(I know it’s not the actual source but the tweet has been flying around this website under so many different re-posts this is all I got)

Bonus: 

Ok, so, Scoob ‘n’ Shag are sneaking around the mansion.

When all of a sudden, oh noes!

A random ghost, playing an organ!

Naturally, Shaggy pulls out a camera, which he didn’t have 5 seconds ago, or in any previous scene…

…and we learn the ghost is, for some reason, a translucent purple skeleton in a hood… which so distracted me I completely forgot to take more screenshots.

I had a whole plan.

I was going to make a post about how weirdly Shaggy handles “getting photo proof” of the ghost.

Write up a thing about how he feels the need to sneak riiiiight up next to it, because… I guess Daphne won’t believe it unless we see its face?

But no.

Because of a translucent-purple-hooded-organ-playing-skeleton-ghost, I lost my train of thought and didn’t screenshot something.

This is the first time it’s happened, ever, after 3,000 posts.

If this series kills me… just tell my next of kin I tripped on a chair or something. I’ll have more dignity that way.

anonymous asked:

WHAT HAPPENED?!! I WAS IN CLASS

okAY OKAY OKAY

  • it was announced harry is going to be on the graham norton show on 4/21
  • it was announced harry is going to be on ryan seacrest’s show on friday morning
  • it was announced harry is going to be on darryl morris’ show on monday
  • some new photos of harry came out from sign of the times and there were pictures of his stunt double in a mask that look super creepy but also some VERY adorable pics of him standing ‘round with beautiful windswept curls
  • quotes from harry’s interview with nick grimshaw came out where he talks about (most of these are from twitter so i’m not 100%):
    • he wrote 70 songs for the album (30 like full length songs)
    • one of the songs on the album is a song he wrote several years ago
    • he said that he made music he wanted to listen to and that was the funnest part about making the album for him
    • he said he started writing in feb 2016 and stopped while filming dunkirk and then started again in july and finished in december
    • he was stressed about what he was going to do with it, but he went to jamacia and was able to unplug
    • his album is his favorite album to listen to right now
    • ed sheeran listened to the album and he didn’t end up putting one of the songs he liked on the album
    • he gave adele big praise and said she gave him her ‘21′ album when he turned 21
    • he said he felt naked when he got his hair cut off
    • he said he buys his own groceries and that he likes keeping work and being at home with his family separate
    • he said he doesn’t tweet much because he doesn’t like saying something just for the sake of it
    • he said he doesn’t want to be viewed as a womanizer
    • he said he hasn’t dated in a long time and that he’s very busy
    • he said he snores and likes routine
    • he said he is NOT dating obama 
  • some new pics of him at bbc radio one were released

galacticidem  asked:

Wait Nøkken Lance? Do you by any chance know of Norwegian folklore? Because Nøkken is a really creepy mythical creature that lives in ponds and lakes. It lures people into the water so it can drown them.

Yup! That’s exactly what he is, though in the pic he’s human form but I did be sure to give him the notched ears human form nøkken have :)

Syriannas, completely fascinated by Dorian’s sleeping face in the early hours at Skyhold.

...oh my.

So, I found something a little… interesting… in a falling animation.

It starts out simple enough…

…they start to move downward, and then…

GAHHHHHHHBHNHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

SCOOBY

WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE WINNIE THE POOH PUT THROUGH A PASTA EXTRUDER

…wait, what happens if I un-stretch the frame?

…ah.

I don’t sleep tonight, that’s what happens.

some things were not meant to be found

That Voice (Peter Parker x Reader)

Originally posted by softtroublemaker

Summary: You’re best friends with Peter Parker and you can feel yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with him, without his knowledge. What happens when you get rescued by Spider-Man and you happen to recognize his voice? 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Slight swearing

Disclaimer: gif by softtroublemaker

part 2

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You mindlessly picked at the crust of your sandwich during lunch. You weren’t hungry, and you were mostly trying to ignore the gushing that was happening in front of you. 

Your two best friends, Ned and Peter, were watching Liz Allan across the cafeteria with literal heart eyes. Usually you didn’t care, but lately you started to feel different around Peter…

Your chest would tighten and you would lose your breath in your throat and your heart would just try to beat right out of your chest. You found yourself admiring every small detail about him from the way his nose crinkled when he laughed to the enthusiasm in his eyes when he would talk about science and robotics. 

Every time you looked at him you felt dizzy as if he was sucking the oxygen right out of your lungs. And when he smiled, that damn smile, it made you weak in the knees. You didn’t know how long it had been happening, but you found yourself falling deeper and deeper into the love-sick world that revolved around Peter Parker. 

And he liked Liz. 

Just the thought made your heart sink into the pit of your stomach, thus leading to your loss of appetite. 

“(Y/N)? You alright?” Peter asked before taking a bite of his own sandwich. 

You nodded with a weak smile. 

“Perfect.”


Peter always met you at your locker after school to walk you home. You lived in the apartment complex a few blocks before his own so you always took the same train from school. Today, however, you were both going back to his house to work on a chemistry project. 

Except when you shut your locker door and looked for Peter around the corner, you couldn’t find him anywhere. 

“I swear, if he blows me off for that stupid Stark inter-”

“(Y/N)!” you saw Peter rushing over to you. He smiled from down the hallway, and just the sight made your heart leap out of your body. 

You clutched your books to your chest and waited for him by the doors. He was breathing heavily from running over to you, but the look in his eyes instantly made you frown. 

“You’re not coming with me, are you?” you asked sadly. 

Peter’s shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry. Mr. Stark-”

“I know,” you sighed. “It’s okay.”

Peter pursed his lips, and he looked at you with those damn puppy dog eyes, and you felt like you were melting despite the hurt in your heart. It made it difficult to be mad at him. 

“I can start the project,” you offered. “Just come by after the internship, okay?”

“I feel terrible,” Peter sighed. 

Sirens went off in the distance, and Peter looked out at the street in alarm as if a sudden switch had gone off in his head. He began to back away from you, looking from you to the street in a panic. 

“I’ll see you later! I promise!”

You sighed and watched him run around the corner, disappearing into the crowd of students leaving the school for the day. You turned on your heel and headed home. 


But Peter never showed up that night. You waited, and you got most of the project done out of boredom. But as you looked out the window, the sky got darker, and the city lights illuminated the sky, blocking out the stars. 

You texted him and called him, and stared at your phone waiting for some sort of response, but it never came. You even texted Ned and asked if he had heard from Peter. He hadn’t. 

You considered calling Peter’s aunt May because your nerves were just getting the best of you, but your parents ordered you to get some rest. You wanted to fight them, arguing that Peter could be hurt, but they were having none of it. 

That night you fell asleep with your phone by your head, hoping for some sort of message from Peter. 


“Parker!” you spat as you approached Peter and Ned at their lockers the next morning. You hadn’t slept well at all, as you had nightmares of Peter never coming home all night. You were exhausted and you had bags under your eyes and seeing Peter alive and well at school made your blood boil. 

Peter turned, and looked horrified at the angry expression that was painted on your face. You glared at Ned as a silent order for him to leave, and he quickly grabbed his things before scrambling away. 

“Hey (Y/N)…” Peter said nervously while scratching the back of his neck. “I’m so sorry, I know I messed up, but-”

“I can’t believe you,” you snarled. “I was worried sick!”

Peter blinked and stared at you with wide eyes. “You were worried?” 

“Yes! You idiot! I waited up for you and when you never answered my texts I started to assume the worst! I almost went over to your house but my parents wouldn’t let me. I can’t believe you- wait…why are you smiling?”

Peter was staring at you with a small smile dancing on his lips. There was a twinkle in his eye that made the anger melt away in seconds. You blinked in confusion, and cocked your head to the side. 

“What is it?” you asked, your tone much softer and gentler now. 

“Nothing,” Peter shook his head and looked down at the ground. “I just didn’t think you of all people would worry about me.”

You were taken aback by this. “Are you kidding me? You’re my best friend, Pete. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Peter looked up and smiled at you once again. This time, you returned it. 


Peter promised that he would walk you home because he felt so bad for missing out on your chemistry project. He said he would make it up to you, but you didn’t think he would become so attached to you. He began walking you home everyday for the next week. 

He rarely left your side. You’d be lying if you didn’t say he made you blush with almost every comment and remark that he made, and you wished you weren’t so transparent, but damn you were falling for this boy and you couldn’t stop yourself. 

By the time school let out, it was pouring rain and you groaned as you looked outside. You didn’t bring an umbrella with you to school or a sweatshirt as it had been a cloudless morning. You should have checked the forecast.

“Here,” Peter said, placing his sweatshirt over your shoulders before you stepped outside. 

“Peter, no,” you shook your head, trying to give it back, but Peter was relentless and he refused to take it back until you put it on your shoulders. 

“You’ll freeze,” you pointed out.

Peter shrugged. “I’ll survive.”

Your heart fluttered as you looked at him. You wanted to thank him more, but you didn’t know how so instead you walked close to him as you two rushed through the rain towards the train station. 

However, both of your apartment complexes were a few blocks away from the station, and it was quite a walk. You rushed through the streets, laughing like children as the water splashed your feet and legs. You ran ahead of Peter and turned around, breathing heavily with a smile on your face. The water was pelting down, and Peter’s sweatshirt was soaked. At least your hair was dry, but Peter’s was sticking to his forehead and he had to push it out of the way to see you. 

You giggled when he approached you. 

“Are you cold?” he asked, over the loud water. 

You shook your head. “Are you?”

“Freezing.”

“I’m sorry!” you cried. 

Peter laughed and shook his head before pulling you into a tight embrace. You hadn’t been expecting it, and your heart leaped into your throat as you hugged him back. Each of you were soaked to the bone as the rain fell around you, but you had never felt warmer in his arms. 

When you reached your apartment, you went to unzip the jacket, but Peter stopped you with his hand. 

“Keep it,” he said with a small smile.

“But-”

He shook his head. “I have plenty of sweatshirts.”

You didn’t know what came over you, but you felt a surge of confidence, and you leaned forward and kissed Peter on the cheek. Instantly, his cheeks flared up with a bright blush and you smiled as you turned to walk up the stairs to your floor. 

“I’ll see you later,” you said with a small wave.

Peter was standing in the lobby of your apartment complex with a red face and wide eyes, but he managed a wave back with a goofy smile planted on his lips. 

The next day at school he didn’t even bat an eye at Liz.


Once again you waited for Peter by your locker, but he never showed up, only saddening you and causing your heart to sink. After last night, you felt like your heart was beating louder and faster all day. You had texted Peter and talked to him as you normally did, but he was acting different around you. 

Oh, how the tables have turned.

His cheeks would flare up every time you talked to him, and when you bumped shoulders in the hallway you felt like sparks had run up your shoulders. You had hoped to talk to him more about it on your walk home, but instead you got a text from him that read:

Hey, I’m so sorry but I have to catch up with my internship. I’ll see you tomorrow xx 

You sighed and began your lonely walk home. You had been walking with Peter every day for so long that you had to be lying if you hadn’t been accustomed to it. You missed walking by him with your arms brushing and his jokes to keep you entertained. 

However, as you began to walk home from the train station you felt an unusual chill run down your spine. Something wasn’t right. 

You glanced over your shoulder and saw a tall man dressed from head to toe in black with a hood over his head. He was walking briskly, as if he was trying to keep in pace with you. Your breathing became uneven as you struggled to think of a way to get away from him. 

Quickly, you pulled out your phone and called Peter. It went to voicemail immediately so you whispered into the phone, hoping the man wouldn’t hear. 

“Peter, I need you now. There’s a creepy guy following me and I’m scared. Please help,” you whispered-cried into the phone. 

You sent him a few texts as well, but the man was getting closer to you so you began to pick up your pace. However, as soon as you started walking faster so did the man. Your heart was beating so fast that you felt light-headed, but you forced yourself to stay focused. You couldn’t let him know you were afraid. 

You began to run, seeing it as your only option. You were a pretty solid runner, and you felt as though you could get away from the man. You began to outrun him, losing him a few feet behind. But as soon as you thought you were in the clear, you were tackled to the ground and dragged into the nearby alleyway. 

“Let me go!” you screamed, trying to kick at the man, aiming for his balls. He held you down by your wrists and pulled out a knife. 

“Scream again and I’ll kill you,” he growled. 

“You don’t scare me,” you spat before spitting in his face. 

“You bitch!” he cried before raising his knife. You closed your eyes, waiting for the impact when suddenly webbing covered the knife, and pulled it out of the man’s hands. 

“Hey buddy I think you’re lost! The douche-bag convention is the next block over!” 

You looked up in alarm at none other than Spider-Man clinging to the wall of the closest building. He held the webbed knife in his hands, before sticking it to the wall in a new webbing. He shot out two webs from his wrists, pulling back the man’s hands and lifting him into the air. He shot him over to the wall of the building, and the man groaned in pain as his back cracked against the bricks. He fell to the ground, unconscious. 

Spider-Man jumped down from the wall and rushed over to you. He held out his hands and helped you to your feet. 

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asked frantically. 

You felt a little shaken, but other than that you were fine. 

“I’m okay,” you said while rubbing your wrists. Spider-Man took one of them in his own hands and ran his fingers over it. 

“Are you sure? I can bring you to a hospital. Or-”

You knew that voice. 

How could you not know the voice of your best friend and probably the love of your life?

Spider-Man stopped talking and looked at you. 

“What is it?” he asked. 

“Peter,” you whispered. “Is that you?”

things I’m thankful for: the fact that prompto falls for people so hard so fast but isn’t creepy and entitled about it. he fell for cindy in 3 seconds flat but he never makes any inappropriate comments or moves. he can’t even stand near her without getting too nervous to talk. closest he got to “making a move” was shyly asking if it was ok for his group to call her and trying to snap a pretty picture of her garage during the sunrise for her (with her there? as a gift? dialogue lost me there). but he thought asking to take a pic of her would be inappropriately forward so he didn’t. also, he’s never mad about her not responding to him; he’s honestly happy this pretty girl knows his name and just wants to impress her. that is what a crush is. I love prompto and his big dumb crushes. the developers could have made the scenario creepy and playboy-esque like a lot of games do but they don’t. they make it light and adorable instead. i love it.

So, Dr. Professor Historian Guy is standing next to the mummy’s sarcophagus, explaining something to the gang.

They’re in front of him with rapt attention, Fred standing in-between Daphne and Velma.

They all disappear in the closeup, though – as does the sarcophagus that was so close before it was overlapping his arm.

Cut to Daphne and Velma. They’re only a few inches apart, now that Fred’s miraculously disappeared, too.

Finally, Daphne disappears as well, vanishing from existence… just as Velma planned.

Her dark ritual complete, and the others thrown to the void, nothing can stop her now.

Nothing.

I cannot believe prompto’s idea of flirting with cindy was to get up insanely early, stand on a hill that was freaking outside of town, and take a scenic (???) picture of her grandfather’s garage in order to show his affection–presumably meaning he was going to give it to her/show it to her at some point in time. Like??? “oh cindy here look at this cool picture of the garage you work at every day. bet you’ve never seen it before, huh?” Has this child ever successfully talked to a crush ever? Like that is super cute but also u could have idk just talked to her instead? Can someone help him? What an absolute dork

airdeari  asked:

baby aoi!!! but if you have too many requests already, do invisible ace *finger guns*

INVISIBLE HONGOU BEST HONGOU…except maybe fire hongou lmao…

I did TWO VERSIONS of baby aoi because I hc him as naturally brown-haired and I was like are we doing time reversal or baby what’s-there-already… either way.

akane give him a bunny ear hairband

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Ted the Animator: “…what… why….”

Carl the Animator: “Hey, you’re the one that said you wanted him to look like he might be a bad guy.”

Ted the Animator: “Yeah, but I never specified hollow, soulless eyes!

Carl the Animator: “You’re so picky.”

HEY

i’m sick! and! tired! of people invading patrick’s personal life! he said he doesn’t like when people ask him for pics of elisa + the kids (none of whom are public figures or asked for the spotlight, ESPECIALLY NOT THE KIDS). he has said he likes to keep his private life private! do NOT stalk him or his family on their social medias just to find pics of the family. do NOT make creepy fanfics or fanart about the stump family. and DEFINITELY DO NOT ask patrick (or elisa!) for pictures or info about the family. patrick is a person, and so are his wife and kids. respect that.

TL;DR: THERE IS A LINE BETWEEN BEING A CREEP AND BEING A FAN. STAY ON THE RIGHT SIDE.