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Me, being the Scooby-Doo fanatic I am, decided to make a complete timeline of all the Scooby-Doo content that include the animated series, animated movies, live action films, and possibly the worst Scooby rendition which was the puppet movie all in chronological order. I wanted to show how the gang and the animation style had changed throughout the years, so enjoy!

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Cartoon Network’s The Scooby-Doo Project

a ten minute long parody of the then huge hit The Blair Witch Project, the short uses the ‘98-'99 voice cast (The “Zombie Island” Voice Cast) and unusually animates the gang against real world footage of various locations. It has never been released on DVD or Blu-Ray, possibly because it holds the dubious honor of being the one of the most complained about shows in Cartoon Network’s history.

(watch on YouTube)

Fred: “They have us surrounded!”

Velma: “Well, how about moving forward or back?”

Shaggy: “We’re goners! There’s, like, no escape!”

Velma: “Ok, but what about the two directions that are still completely open for us to run in? Gang?

Daphne: “The exits are blocked! What do we do?!”

Velma: *sigh*

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“Son listen to me, I’m gunna do what you want, and get my act together, I’m gunna get your moma and jelly bean home so we’re all under the same roof. I promise. But I just need a little time to do that, not a lot - not long, a month, two at the most. Hey, then we’ll be back on track, alright? You uh, you believe that don’t you?”

“Yeah, I believe you dad.” 

Fred: “Ok, gang.”

Fred: “Let’s all walk over this highly-non-suspicious floor square.”

Daphne: “…and my feet, apparently.”

Fred: “Now, Velma, stand awkwardly-far from us for a few seconds for no reason at all.”

Velma: “Like this?”

Fred: “Yup. I’m sure this random wall torch won’t do anything.”

“Everything is fine.”

not afraid to keep on living

you okay freddie?”
“yeah.”
me too.”

famous last words.

and haunting george weasley since that very day until today. the last thing he said to his brother before the battle, and therefore, the last words he said to him before he died, were “me too”.

bloody hell, there was a million things he could have said instead, if only he had known.

much more  hilarious things. memories of pranks, and jokes and the hogwarts corridors echoing with their laughter after yet another mischief managed. or embarrassing ones, he could have teased freddie about that time he caught him snogging with lee jordan after a quidditch match, when both of their faces were as dark red as the colours of fred’s sweater.

and fred could have teased back, you know? he so would have. fred would have mentioned that time at the yule ball when angelina appeared wearing that long and sheer blue dress, that made george speechless (‘that only time you ran out of something to say, georgie, it was brilliant!’) and then he would fake a stupid besotted face expression and george would have punched him in the arm, the both of them doubling with laughter.

he could have said a million things but 'me too’, but that’s all what he said.
such a simple, stupid, casual and trivial conversation, unaware of the fact it was going to be the last words they were going to say to each other, ever.

and it just left him with a lot of silence instead.
of all the things left unsaid, the pranks unfold, the jokes untold, the gadgets undeveloped.
losing freddie was worse than losing a limb, for george had lived all his life with words and laughter, with a companion, a mirror, a supporter, a friend, a brother.

time helped, but the wounds ran too deep, and just a simple glance of himself in the mirror was enough for george to be assaulted with unwelcoming memories and heart breaking flashbacks.

but he knew he wasn’t the only one in pain, either, that his looks and his physical appearance weren’t only saddening to him, when he saw the mist in his mother’s eyes after a kiss on his cheek, and the solemnity of his father’s expression when his voice faltered to call his name. when lee was so tense, so awfully nervous when angelina and him met to catch up with him.

and he wasn’t the only one struggling with mourning, either. with percy overworking, same with bill. when charlie travelled more than he used to. when ron tried to come with bright and useful ideas, when ginny practiced harder, and longer than ever. when he felt angelina’s warm hands running down his spine after a nightmare, her lips mouthing soothing words on his freckled shoulder, her lashes damp with unshed tears.

because he knew better than everyone, that there was so much of fred in him, in the same way there was a lot of him in freddie.

dying his hair was a whim, maybe, a palliative, a placebo. but when he stood in front of the mirror with darker hair and looked at himself, it was the first time in years he wasn’t automatically attacked with reminders of what was lost, and a grin made it to george weasley’s mouth.

i am okay, freddie.”
“and i hope you’re okay too.”