For any Scooby-Doo fans out there with a PC, be sure to go in the Microsoft App Store and download the “Scooby-Doo” app! My boyfriend found it the other day and it is amazing! Download the app for free and have access to ALL the Scooby-Doo episodes between Scooby-Doo, Where Are You! and A Pup Named Scooby-Doo!
The only episodes missing in that span are eight episodes from The Scooby-Doo Show that you can purchase on iTunes. This app is truly amazing! Though it only works when you have a wi-fi connection and you have to pay a one-time fee of $6.99 if you want the advertisements removed permanently, this is truly an awesome app any Scooby fan should have on their computer!
With this app, I now have access to every episode of Scooby-Doo ever released (in America at least)! :)
URGENT: Ben Platt is a genius and Dear Evan Hansen is your new favorite thing. The soundtrack comes out tomorrow and this song is available now. It’s seriously so good that I’ve just improved your day by posting this, and I’m basically a hero. (This is not one of those, I’m-doing-this-cause-he’s-my-friend kind of posts guys, it’s that fucking good)
You weren’t sure if you could find the words to describe how much you hated Scott at this very moment. It was blisteringly hot so you’d flung your windows open, the ceiling fan going, your entire body almost melting into the slight relief of heat.
Just when you threw back the covers and stripped, slipping on the tiniest nightie you owned, a gift from Lydia that you swore too never wear. Scott sent Isaac to check on you. He was too busy silently climbing into your room to notice you scramble for a baggy t-shirt and dive for your bed to cover yourself.
“(Y/N)?” Isaac whispered.
It wasn’t the first night Isaac had been sent to watch over you. You’d become accustom to the lanky wolf sleeping somewhere in your room. More often than not you’d wake up with your legs tangled around his waist, his head resting on your stomach, hands reaching up to tangle with the end of your hair.
“Isaac why’re you here so late?” You asked through a yawn.
“I think the real question is why are you awake so late?” Isaac chuckled as he settled down next to you.
A 9ft x 11ft Stained glass painting devoted completely to Harry Potter.
A replication of the North Rose window from Notre Dame, the images of Christianity have been replaced with images of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, along with a few Easter eggs from across the HP universe as well as ways one can devote themselves to Harry Potter. This window took me 3 and a half months to complete. It’s my pride and joy. I still don’t know how I did it.
Those words were a mantra in Seán’s mind as he stared off into the dark abyss. He had no idea how long he was imprisoned, because what else would he call it, in his own head. Was it only days? Months? Years? He had really no idea of actually knowing how long he had been sitting there. He only saw snippets of his life outside. His friends, loved ones, fans- small windows of interaction while his evil half was gallivanting in his stolen body.
His evil half, Antisepticeye.
It all started out as a joke, he would record small clips of him “freaking out” and sending them to Robin, only to be in awe when he saw the finished product when it was sent back to him. He remembered asking his friend how he even did those edits, and him responding that he wasn’t sure how it even turned out as well as it did.
“I’m not sure, Seán.” Robin had shrugged and readjusted his headphones. “The clips just worked themselves in. I wasn’t really expecting that it would come out that well.”
From that point on, they just rolled with it, laughing and getting excited over the Jacksepticeye fanbase theorizing and creating fanart of this character that they brought to life. It was all fun and games until about half way through October.
Seán remembered that day pretty vividly, or rather, remembered what had happened before it all went black. He was at his desk, editing thumbnails for the videos and listening to soothing tracks before his ears were greeted with static undertones and a whisper of “S͓ͤ̾́͡e̶̦̘͒͛̂̈́͋̇á̞̫̝̙̜͒̆ͣ͊̊͋̕ņ̞͖́̀͆~.”
He stopped for a moment, laughing to himself that he was hearing things, and continued in doing his work.
This was when he stopped the music and heard nothing but the soft static noise, almost white noise, in his headphones. He slipped them off and looked around his recording space, unsure if someone was just messing with him or if he was insane. “Hello? Anyone there?” He was met with silence. There wasn’t even the usual patter of rain outside to cut through the tension in his room. Shaking his head, he put his headphones back on and started to listen to soundtracks instead of ambient noise. The whispers and static ceased for a moment before amping up in his ears. Constant whispers of his name and laughter drowned out his thoughts before everything went dark.
The next thing he had remembered was waking up in his chair suddenly and not understanding what was going on. He thought maybe it was just a bad dream while asleep at his desk, which never happened, or maybe this Antisepticeye thing was being taken a little too seriously. He decided to shrug it off and blame it on the lack of sleep as of late, but little did he know that, that wouldn’t be the last time that this would occur.
Incidents kept happening, the blackouts took longer or the glitches in his facecam became more violent, but instead of halting the Halloween festivities on the channel he just kept going. Seán just kept telling himself that he was just getting paranoid. That a fanmade character couldn’t possibly have this much of an impact on his life. That he was fine.
However, come Halloween, he didn’t know how wrong he’d be. It all started out okay, he was having a blast carving his pumpkin and commentating to the camera, but when the faint laughter surrounded him, he couldn’t help but freeze. Taking a deep breath, he continued on with his recording.
He laughed nervously as sounds of thudding echoed through his apartment. Joking to the camera that it was probably his neighbors, because it wasn’t his girlfriend since she was with family in Denmark. By this time, he was trying to get the pumpkin carving done as quick as possible so that he could leave this whole “Anti” thing behind. He really did enjoy how much the community rallied behind a fanmade entity, but by this time, he just wanted it to end.
And end it did. It all ended so fast, he finished carving the pumpkin and wiped off all the marker so he could get in there and make some fine adjustments to the gourd. As he took the small carving knife in his hand and placed the blade along the mouth of the pumpkin, he froze. It was as if someone else was holding him in place and gagging him so he couldn’t speak or cry out.
There was a flash of pain and then black. He looked down at his hands as he floated in this endless abyss of darkness. He tried to cry out for help, but no sound left his lips. All he could do from that point on was scream soundlessly. He was trapped.
As Seán brought himself out of his memories of Halloween day, he thought about how it was his fans that made Anti real. They kept giving him the attention he wanted, craved, and needed to get stronger. They posted so much fanart, fiction and general posts with theories all over social media. It was amazing to see how his community banded together and had so much fun during this time of year.
So as much as Seán wanted to blame them for where he was now, trapped in limbo with his memories, he could never actually be upset with them. That was when it hit him.
If he was able to even get a small break through the barrier that Anti had created and leak into recordings, then maybe his fans would be able to save him. If Anti was able to get stronger because of his community, what is to say that he couldn’t as well? He was ready to make his community remember Antisepticeye and use this chance to save the real Jack. He felt his world jar around him as Anti got spooked by something, causing him to let his guard down slightly.
Seán grinned and took the opportunity to reach through the barrier between the two.
(I love the theory that Anti has been here this whole time so I made something that basically shows Jack trying to break through.)
I got struck with inspiration and then sat at my computer for two and a half hours fleshing this out. I’m sure that If I sat down for longer amount of time, It’d come out better, but I’m still pretty proud of what I wrote. I hope to write more in the future. :) I hope you all enjoy this.
Every summer since I was 4 was spent in Holmes Chapel with my grandmother. It’s not that my parents shipped me off. My grandmother begged them to send me. She loved having a home filled with kids. She reasoned that if they were going to insist on living in London, the least they could do was let her have a solid chunk of time with her grand-baby when I wasn’t in school.
Having me soon turned into having all my cousins. Our summers turned into a two and a half month long sleep over. Most of us were close to the same age. My aunt Kelly stayed in Holmes Chapel while all her other siblings moved away. Her kids still stayed most of the summer with our grandmother, but we spent a lot of time with their friends during our long summer days.
That’s how I met Harry. My cousin Mark is the same age as me and we often spent our days down by the creek swimming and laying in the grass fields with a group of his friends from school, Harry was among them. We were 7 the first time I met him. Back then, boys were still gross and thought of him as nothing beyond a friend. Every year I return and reconnected with old friends. We grew up but they always pulled me back into the group like I hadn’t been gone all year.
Then Harry left. He went to X-Factor and achieved his dreams. We were so happy for him. That first summer without him was weird. He was always such a bright light. He was the one that brought a lot of the life into our group. We still had a fun summer, but we missed him. It was that summer that I first realized how much I cared for him. I watched his career explode. I was so proud of him. I missed him.
It was two years later that I saw him again. We were 18 but my summers at Grams’ continued. Harry was home for a visit. He was only home for a week, but our friends made it count. He stopped by the next summer too and every summer since, even if it was only for a short visit. It was as if he knew, just as I did, that our summers were something special.
Now, I’m 22 and just graduated Uni. I know this will be my last full summer spent at my Grams. After this, I have to dive into the real world and get a job. A job won’t let me take two and a half months off every summer. I was sad to say goodbye to my summers. I didn’t know how often I would see my summertime friends or if I would ever see Harry again.
But fate was on my side this summer. Harry’s band was on a break, or Hiatus, as they called it and he was home for an extended visit. Most of our group of friends were home as well. It was almost as if there was an unspoken understanding that this was our last summer together. We knew after this, it wouldn’t be the same. We spent nights at the pub and days by the creek just like we did as kids. I also found myself spending a lot more time one on one with Harry. We usually only hung out as a group, but he would text me and invite me over for lunch or dinner without the others. I was thrilled to have his attention. My crush on him had only grown since we were 16.
A month of my summer had already slipped by and I was hoping the second month went a bit slower. I didn’t want it to end. The weather was beautiful. The quiet of the country lulled me into a peace I never fully felt when I was home in London. I opened my window and let the chilled evening air wash over me. I closed my eyes and listened to the buzz of the bugs in the field behind my Grandmother’s house. I drifted off to sleep with a light breeze on my face.
A noise outside my window woke me up. I sat up in bed and scooted away from the open window.
“Don’t be silly. You’re on the second level.” I scolded myself. I was just about to relax back into the early morning peace when a pair of hands gripped my window sill and deep male grunt accompanied them. I squealed and jumped for the mace I always kept next to my bed. My hands fumbled with the small bottle as I panicked. Suddenly, a curly mop of brown hair came into view as my intruder pulled himself further into my window.
“Harry?!” I whisper yelled. He had pulled himself enough into the window now that I could seen a cheeky grin across his face. “You asshole. You scared me half to death.” I shouted. He laughed before starting to slip backwards. I darted forward and caught his arm and heaved him the rest of the way inside and we landed on my bed in a tangle of limbs.
“Mornin’ love. Thanks for the hand.” He rasped, chuckling slightly as he rolled next to me in the bed.
“Seriously, Harry. What the hell are you doing. I almost maced you.” I growled. He laughed a fully belly laugh at this. “I’m serious, I had it ready until I saw your hair.”
“‘M glad you didn’t, love.” He chuckled. “Sorry for scaring ya. I saw your window open when I was out for my morning jog and I couldn’t resist stopping in for a visit.”
“It’s barely 5:30 in the morning Harry. It’s hardly visiting hours. And how did you manage to get up to the second level like that?” I huffed, falling back into my bed. Harry shrugged, like scaling a two story building was no big deal. He kicked off his shoes and lifted his shirt off before snuggling into the bed next to me.
“What are you doing Harry?” I asked as he pulled the covers over us and pulled me closer to him.
“You’re right, love. It’s too early for visiting. Let’s nap.” He pulled me to his chest and started to tangle our legs together. I pulled back.
“Harry, I don’t have pants on.” I protested, only just realizing that I was wearing a big shirt and boy cut underwear.
“I have no problem with that.” Harry laughed out. “But it if makes you feel better…” He trailed off as he reached under the covers and wiggled around a little before pulling his joggers out and tossing them on the floor. “Now I don’t have pants on either.” He reached for me again and tangled our legs together.
“Harry…” I halfheartedly protested again.
“Shhhh, I’m sleeping, Y/N.” Harry mumbled into my hair before stroking his hand down my hair and along my back. I sighed against his bare chest before giving in. His hand traced up and down my back in the most soothing way that I soon found myself drifting back to sleep.
Noises of the others in the house moving around woke me the second time. I felt warm puffs of air against my neck and a weight of someone’s arm over my stomach. Harry was in my bed. I fought a smile as I snuggled my back closer to him. His arm tightened against me as he stirred. I rolled over and snuggled into the space between his shoulder and neck. He mumbled softly against my hair before pulling me tighter against him.
His smell was intoxicating. It made me wonder what he tasted like. My lips were resting against his pulse point and all I had to do was open my mouth and taste him. I hesitated before sliding my hand up his chest and over his neck. He responded by dipping his hand under my shirt and up my bare back. Taking this as a green light, I pushed myself slightly forward and let my lips press firmly against his neck.
He froze for a second before rubbing my back again, only firmer. I parted my lips and let my tongue dart against his neck before pulling it back. I could taste the lingering sweat from his early morning jog and something else that was entirely just Harry. I felt his breath catch before I continued my assault on his neck. I moved up with small kisses and. licks until I reached his ear. I let my tongue dart out and run from his earlobe to the top. I was pretty sure he stopped breathing at this point and his hands had stopped moving. He was gripping hard and pulling me closer to him.
He rolled us over and smashed his lips to mine. There was no gentle lead up with soft pecks. He dove right in, running his tongue along my lips before pushing it to meet mine. His body pressed mine to the mattress. I moaned into the kiss and arched my back up, pushing my chest harder against his. He had one hand buried in my hair, holding my head in place as he kissed me. His other hand gripped my hip. I felt him roll his hips and grind against me. We both moaned at the contact. His kiss intensified as his hips found a rhythm against mine. Breathy moans and grunts came from both of us as he slid his hand under my shirt and up my rib cage. Just before he reached the swell of my breast, a sharp knock on my bedroom door stopped our movements entirely.
Harry’s lips were still pressed to mine but were frozen.
“Y/N?” My grandmother called. “We are all going out to breakfast. Get up and dressed.” I dropped my head back against the pillows and took a few deep breaths before responding. Harry’s face dropped to my neck as he did the same.
“Ok Grams. I will be down in a few minutes.” I called back, my voice cracking a bit at the end.
“Ok dear. We are leaving in 20 minutes, so get moving.” She said in a cheerful voice. “Oh, and Harry, dear, you’re welcome to join us too.” She added with a chuckle. My eyes got huge as Harry pulled his head up and looked at the door. We both held back giggles.
“Thanks, Grams, I think I will.” He called back, before we both burst into laughter.
“How did she know you were here?” I asked, gasping for breath.
“Great. Glad to hear it. Oh, and Harry, next time you can just knock on the door instead of scaling the wall like that. That wasn’t very safe, my boy.” Grams called before walking away, leaving Harry and I in embarrassed giggles.
“Busted.” I said between giggles. Harry pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked into my eyes. My giggles slowly disappeared as I saw his eyes change from the silly laughs to something more serious. He dipped his head down and captured my lips once more. This time, softer. After a few passes of his lips against mine, he pulled back and smiled at me.
“I have wanted to kiss you since we were 10.” He spoke against my lips.
“Well, it seems you have a lot of catching up to do then.” I whispered. I arched up and captured his lips again. I pulled away a few moments later. “But we better wait until after breakfast to start.” I gasped. He nodded before rolling off of me.
“Later.” He winked before scooping up his clothes. A few minutes later, we sheepishly walked down the stairs to face my all knowing Grandmother.