Ok, so, the random giant monkeyman guards the race’s finish line, and has now grabbed Shaggy’s car.

Because reasons.

All the other cars zoom to the left, towards the finish.

Naturally, Googie and Scrappy… 

…erm… drive them to the right.

Moving them much, much further away from the finish line.

I guess it works out alright, though…

…because this course was designed by M.C. Escher, and driving the exact opposite direction makes Shaggy pass everyone else and take first place.

my brain hurts

How many times have we awakened to the frightful cry —
How many times have we seen him with the corner of our eye
Never stopping, always speeding by
A flash of his cape, down the alleys he streaks
Scampering up fire escapes like a freaked-out chimpanzee
Some say he’s a force for good
A twisted urban Robin Hood
Defending the weak and downtrodden
Some say he’s a force for bad
A tricky and conniving cad
Forlorn and just plain rotten
Still others say he’s some guy in pajamas
Living on stolen bananas
Who knows? No one’s ever talked to him
But if you find yourself in the heart of downtown
Keep looking around
Because you just might run into him…
—  Gerald - Hey Arnold!

WIP Wednesday: Have some Second Bananas!

I’ve been feverishly working on 4"x6" sketch cards for the Rifftrax guys, hoping I can get them to them at tomorrow night’s show. Even if I can’t, at least I can tweet this stuff, so hopefully they’ll see them and like them.

While I love Pearl’s entire crew, look at how cute Professor Bobo turned out. That poor goofy monkeyman.

30 Day Hey Arnold! Challenge

So while we’re all twiddling our thumbs anxiously awaiting TJM, I came up with this challenge for us to do to pass the time using the hashtag #30dayheyarnoldchallenge so we can all see each other’s picks :)

1. Favorite female character
2. Favorite holiday episode
3. Favorite running gag (Helga socking Brainy, the boarding house animals running through the door, Eugene’s I’m okay)
4. Favorite Helga poem
5. Favorite adventure episode (Haunted Train, Downtown as Fruits, Wheezin Ed, Ghost Bride, Buses, Bikes and Subways)
6. Episode that always makes you cry
7. Favorite season
8. Least favorite episode
9. Favorite song (can include background music from Jim Lang from a specific episode)
10. Least favorite character
11. Favorite ship
12. Favorite male character
13. Favorite Helga soliloquy
14. Favorite Arnold voice actor
15. An episode you could watch on repeat
16. A side character you wish the show had time to develop more
17. Favorite celebrity guest star (ex; Jennifer Jason Leigh as Bridget, George Takei as Kyo Hyerdahl, Jennifer Tilly as Lola, Andy Dick as Monkeyman, Randy Travis as Travis Randall, Julia Louis Dreyfus as Miss Felter, Tim Curry as Mr. Leichliter, etc)
18. Favorite quote
19. First episode you ever watched or remember watching
20. Favorite boarder (excluding Grandma, Grandpa, Arnold)
21. Second favorite ship
22. Favorite Gerald tale
23. Favorite advice given by Grandpa or Grandma
24. Favorite song from “What’s Opera Arnold?”
25. Funniest moment
26. Favorite supernatural episode
27. Besides Arnold’s , if you could have anyone’s bedroom in the series - who’s would it be?
28. Favorite fan art
29. All time favorite episode
30. What you are most looking forward to in The Jungle Movie

jessicanjpa  asked:

Will you share with us some funny or serious headcanons about the various Cullen weddings?

This has been sitting in my drafts for 81 years and I totally forgot about it i am so sorry!

Carlisle and Esme married in a very small church somwhere in New England, somewhen in the winter of 1923. Edward suggested they break into a chapel and have him officiate the wedding, but Carlisle would have none of it- not so much because of his faith, because Carlilse knows that God is always there,and any marriage vow spoken with clear intention and good faith is holy. No, Carlilse insisted on a true wedding ceremony led in a church by a priest, because this was Esme, and her first marriage hadn’t even closely resembled what a marriage should look like. She deserved the world, and he would endeavour to give it to her as best as he could. There would be no family gathering for their wedding, nor any children to follow after, but he would marry her in the most true and honorable way he could.
It was difficult finding a priest that was open minded enough to marry them discreetly, after dark, when everyone else had gone home, but eventually they found a kind soul who agreed to bless their union.
Esme wore a simple dress, her hair down,  a small bouquet of snowbells Carlisle had gathered himself behind the church, and the favorite necklace of the late Elizabeth Masen.
Edward walked her down the aisle, officiating as her brother. He put her hand in Carlisle’s before taking his place as his best man.
Carlisle would’ve bought her jewels and the finest dress, but Esme insisted that all she needed was a small ceremony, a ring, and her boys. And so it was.

There have been more celebrations of their marriage- one after Rosalie and Emmett joined, and another for their 50th anniversary, this time with Alice, Jasper and the Denali clan, and this time, Carlisle insisted on spoiling Esme, gladly employing Alice’s skills. The wedding dress and the fesitivities were miraculous in themselves, but everybody lost their minds a little when Carlisle gave his wive an island as a gift.

Jasper and Alice married somewhen in the two years they spent together before they joined the Cullens. Despite Alice’s exuberance when it comes to party planning, their wedding was a rather quiet affair, which was partly due to Jasper’s struggle with his new diet and lifestyle, and the rather private nature of their relationship, which was always just about them.
So when they wed, it was just the two of them- Alice had asked if Jasper wanted Peter and Charlotte there, but Jasper had declined. Not only because their relationship was still a little tense, but because Alice had no one she could invite, and so neither would he.
Jasper wore a stolen uniform, Alice a stolen, short dress. As vampires and without Carlisle’s fortune they had little money to their name, but they didn’t need that much- especially because neither of them had any moral objections to theft. ( Alice could have used her gift to earn money, but argued that that would be as good as theft, so they might as well spare themselves the time and “borrow” the things they needed right away).
They had no “official” ceremony, since neither of them existed officially, and they didn’t bother too put up a farce for some papers. So instead they went into the woods, somewhere far away from civilisation, and waited for dawn.
As the sun slowly rose over the horizon, and, mimicking a tradition older than even them, they bound their hands with ribbons and spoke their wedding vows.
They kissed and unbound the wrists just as the first light poured over them- due to Alice’s impeccable timing- and stood together in the light for hours afterwards, sharing their happiness.

Rosalie and Emmett got married for the first time in the late spring of 1939. Despite what most believe, it was a very modest ceremony- the sight of wedding dresses and rose bouquets still made Rose’s skin crawl, so they avoided all of it altogether. While they loved each other fiercely by then and surely would have married earlier under normal circumstances, Rose’s trauma and the fact that they were in no hurry delayed their transition into matrimony somewhat.
As unromantic as it sounds, but the main reason they decided to get married now was that it helped to strengthen their human cover story, since simply living together still went against social norms.
Initially Rose was very hesitant about marrying, not just because of her trauma, but because she had become somewhat cynical and was sure that marriage wouldn’t change their relationship in any way, so why bother digging up all these memories?
So when she finally agreed because it’d make their story somewhat more believable and she wanted to be able to stay longer in one place, she was kinda suprised that it DID change their relationship. Emmett never pressured her into marrying, but damn, he wanted to marry this woman more than anything and now she was finally his wife, and oh man, how awesome is that? Being the sore loser that he is, he vowed to be nothing short of the Best Husband Ever ( at least, the best husband for Rosalie) and if Emmett sets his sight on anything, he doesn’t stop until he succeeds.

So their first wedding was a small affair- Just the family, and some people of their social circle serving as witnesses. Rose wore a simple dress, pleased that she was still the most radiant person in the room ( Edward’s gift was a rundown of all the insults of the attending women- they both tried to deny it, but the pettiness of others amused both of them. Sometimes envy IS the best compliment.)  Carlisle led her down the aisle, something that relieved and pleased him immensely- they both had talked out their issues beforehand, and Rosalie had finally forgiven him for acting on his own volition, even if she still didn’t agree with the results. Edward was Emmett’s best man ( back then, he was still Esme’s brother, and Emmett’s friend- that was the story of how Emmett’s had met Carlisle’s niece).
The guests left shortly after dinner, and the Cullens celebrated privately until Rosalie and Emmett left for their honeymoon- at a quiet chateau in France. Despite Esme’s protest, they extend their stay for half a year.

Their second wedding took place a decade after they met- on the 4th of September 1945. Japan had just surrendered, effectively ending WWII, and people were going crazy everywhere. They had planned to marry that year anyhow, a modest affair big enough to show people that the Cullens were “normal”, but not big enough to draw too much attention. It was Emmett’s suggestion that it might be best to throw a huge party ( it was mostly an excuse, although he did have sensible reasons… well, some at least) right away. He argued that people were so taken up by the general giddiness that swept over the country in those first days after the war was over, and that it would only seem natural if a reasonably wealthy family decided to throw a huge, spontaneuos wedding. Things would happen so fast, there was so much going on, and people would get so drunk, that nobody would even bother to notice that the Cullens weren’t eating or drinking anything. Instead the whole town would simply talk about the magnificent wedding and the radiant bride and how lovely and generous the Cullens were and how things would get better now.
Well, turns out he was right. The party was so extraordinary, disproportionate and glamorous that nobody even bothered to notice anything strange about the hosts. The most scandalous thing was the growl the bride emmited when one of the younger daughters of a neighbour giggled and put a hand on Emmett’s arm when he made a joke. The girls quickly turned their attention to Edward then, who suffered in polite silence.

Their third wedding was something else entirely- it was 1958, Alice and Jasper had been living with them for 6 years now- and Alice had been nagging about arranging one of their weddings for just as long. She argued that they had married in the spring and in the fall now, so they needed to do summer and winter as well, and she was only trying to rectify that, and besides, Christmas traditions had become quite tedious over the years, hadn’t they?
Emmett loved the idea, and was able to convince Rosalie to marry on Christmas Eve. Alice invited half the town, promising that this exposion would not endanger their position, although Rosalie wasn’t entirely convinced. That was, until she saw the dress. Vanity had always been her weak spot, and she simply needed the audience for this one. The laced sleeves only a shade whiter than her skin looked like icecrystals covering her body, the wide flowing skirt made her waist appear tiny as it flowed out from her like fresh fallen snow, the veil looked like frost on a window on a crisp december morning. The dress alone put Grace Kelly to shame, and with Rosalie in it, people would talk of nothing else for the rest of their lives. People would talk of nothing but her, Rosalie thought,
That was, until she was standing behind the doors, waiting for her entrance, and booming laughter suddenly filled the church. She saw Alice’s lips, pressed into a tight line, and peeked around the corner. Then she saw Emmett, currently riding a reindeer down the aisle,wearing a red velvet suit, his belly protruding dramatically. For a second, Rose was appalled, but then she noticed that everyone was laughing, and she remembered why she married this man for the third time. Her monkeyman. She saw him cast a worried glance in her direction as he dismounted, hope that she could forgive him evident. A tiny part in her was still annoyed, but then the reindeer- reigns in Edwards hand, tilted his head and tried to eat the flowers attached to his lapel. Suddenly Rose had to smother her own laugh. Aww Eddy, finally bringing a girlfriend to one of my weddings?
He shot an irritaded look her way, but when she told him to let Emmett of the hook, he leaned forward and whispered in his ear, and Emmett relaxed visibly, her favorite dimpled grin stretching across her face. Rose couldn’t help but smile herself, and Alice clapped her hands, apparently satisfied, just as the music started. “There we go, that’s the final touch we needed. Keep that smile on and they’ll drop dead. Alright, see you on the other side!” She said with a wink and slipped out of the door.
When Rose entered the aisle, several hearts stopped beating for a moment. They did again when the groom took hold of his red suit and ripped it off his body, revealing a much nicer, well fitting black tux beneath it. “ Still gonna call you Mrs. Clause, just so you know.” He said with a wink, and Rose laughed.

Their fourth wedding took a while longer- accidents happened, and they had to move quite a lot in the 60′s. Emmett met his second singer, and they had to disappear for a while until he could regain his composure around humans. So the next time they married was an entirely private affair- not even their family attended. They had stayed away from humanity for a while, traveled the world together. In1968 they were somewhere deep in rural Malawi when Emmett found a small village, going about some apparent festivity. It was the middle of the night, there were bonfires and dancing, and it didn’t take long to find out that there was a wedding going on. Rosalie though it was all rather bizarr, but Emmett was so enthusiastic about the whole ordeal that Rose found herself agreeing to marry him again, right there and then, in some ceremony she couldn’t understand. There was no wedding dress, no family, no piano- just her dusty clothes, some strangers, drums and Emmett’s booming laugh. It was not at all what Rose had imagined. But in the end, this was one of her favorite weddings. Just them, some strangers celebrating them, and the stars.

To make up for their missed wedding, the gave Alice free reign on the next one. She wanted to postpone the ordeal as far as possible cause she disdained the bridal fashion of the seventies, but the resses were just getting worse, and people started to question them again, so Alice finally relented in the summer 1984. The wedding was tasteful, moderately big, overflowing with flowerbouquets and ruffled satin. The wedding was nothing out of the ordinary- Rose wore a tiara and was breathtakingly beautiful, Emmett looked handsome in his pearl grey tux- what would stay in their memories however was Emmett’s bachelor party, because Rose had to cancel her strikt “No strippers” rule after Jasper lost a bet against Alice just hours before the bachelor party started. Emmett nearly died from laughing, Jasper nearly died from embarrassment, Edward simply wished he would die. That was the day they learned never to bet against Alice.

Their sixth wedding was on Valentine’s day in 1996- surprisingly, Emmett’s idea. The main reason was that he wanted to get Edward to wear a cupid costume and shoot at the guests, a plan that feel flat when Emmett lost the bet. (Rose never admitted she had something to do with that). The wedding was small, with just a couple of neighbors invited over for tea later, until Emmett and Rose left early for their honeymoon on Isle Esme.  

Their seventh ( and so far last) wedding took place in early spring of 2008. They all were gathered in Denali at the time for an extended holiday, when Rose and Emmett decided that it was time to celebrate a wedding only with their loved ones, before they all went off on seperate ways- close enough to reach each other within the quarter of an hour using vampire speed, far enough apart not to draw too much attention, now that there were so many of them.
They stood in the grass, barefeet, the first flowers of spring fighting their way through the receeding snow all around them. Renesmee, now the size of a twelve year-old, was the flower girl, Eleazar officiated the ceremony. For once, there was no best man and no bridesmaids, no chairs, no unneccessary food, no pomp. It was Rose and Emmett, the northern lights, their loved ones.
It wasn’t the wedding Rose had dreamed of since she was a little girl, not the future she had hoped to have. And she knew, she would never stop grieving for what she lost. Her first choice would be a different life. But this? This was beautiful nonetheless.