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scoobydoobaday · 10 months
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The New Scooby-Doo Movies S01E10 - The Ghost of Bigfoot (1972) Hanna Barbera Productions
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puppy--jam · 10 months
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Favourite Scooby-Doo: 002
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directed by William Hanna and Joseph Barbera (1972-1973)
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citizenscreen · 2 months
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This is what peace on earth means to me. By the way.
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melody-everbelle · 5 months
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Ticklish (Stan Laurel x Reader)
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Title: Ticklish
Pairing: Stan Laurel x gender neutral!reader
Word count: 565
Warning(s): Making out, tickling, and fluff
Summary: What was supposed to be a make-out session between you and Stan turns into an all-out tickle fight.
Author’s Note: So... I basically wrote this fanfic as a way to get over my fear of the tickle torture scene from the film Way Out West.
Like my Nathan Chen fanfic Cheer Up!, I'm embarrassed because there's tickling in it, but I don't think it should be that big of a deal.
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It was a rainy day, and you and Stan were lying together in bed. It was the weekend, which meant that not only would Stan give his friend Oliver a break from his troubles, but it also gave you the chance to spend time with your boyfriend. As you were resting against his chest, you felt a surge of inspiration that you couldn't help but smirk at Stan.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Stan?" You winked.
"I certainly am," Stan replied before planting a kiss on your lips.
And so it went, an innocent kiss turned into a passionate make-out. As you got on top of him, you couldn't help but dig your fingers under his shirt. Your fingers spidered all over his sides that Stan's lips parted away from yours, a laugh escaping from his lips.
"Oh my gosh, Stan," you laughed, "are you... ticklish?"
"What? No, I'm not," he continued, tinges of pink coloring his cheeks.
"Aww, come on," you cooed, "you know what this means."
You started lightly poking his stomach, with Stan giggling and squirming all over the bed. Eventually, your fingers moved all the way up to his armpits, where the giggling turned into straight up laughter.
"HAHAHAHA, STOP IT, Y/N!!" Stan shrieked, struggling to escape from your torturous tickling.
"As much as I'd love to, Stanley," you teased, trying not to laugh, "there's just one more spot that needs it." You moved down to his feet, where his soles and your fingers met.
"NOHOHOHO, NOHAHAHAT MY FEHEHEET!" Stan shrieked once again as your fingers danced all over his soles.
"Aww, look how cute you are," you playfully taunted.
Admittedly, you took pleasure in knowing that his feet were sensitive, so you couldn't help but let out a laugh. You continued your tickling until Stan stopped you, grabbing your arms and throwing you back onto the bed, with him now on top of you.
Oh snap, you thought as both of your arms were bound to the bed by your boyfriend's hands. Now what? You were met with Stan's stern but seductive expression, which turned into a devilish smirk. In turn, he started to get back at you by tickling you, starting with your armpits and stomach.
"No, Stan, wait—HAHAHA, STAHAHAHAHAHAN, STAHAHAHAHAP IT, PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!" You squealed as you struggled to be released from his tickling.
"Not a chance, Y/N!" Stan playfully chided as he moved all the way down to your feet, giving them the same treatment.
Despite how torturous this was, your face lit up in pleasure, savoring every bit of the tickling. Eventually, Stan slowed down to the point of stopping, and collapsed on the bed to check on you.
"You okay, Y/N?" He panted, exhausted from what happened.
With no words spoken, you pressed your lips against his, resulting in a passionate kiss once again. Stan followed suit, kissing you back and caressing your body however he liked. Once your kiss was over, you rested against his chest, with his arm wrapped around your waist.
"That... was a lot of fun, to be honest," you said, your voice hoarse from the laughter.
"Mind if we do this more often?" Stan asked.
"I'd love that very much," you nodded.
Soon, your fingers spidered across his chest, with Stan's following along to yours, and you both let out a laugh simultaneously as a result.
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makeitquietly · 1 year
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She’s clowning again.
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allgarbo · 2 years
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(...) 'I always wanted to do my best. I got nothing free, I had to work hard. But I also got pursued and persecuted. I could never be left alone. And I dreamed of being left in peace. I was only a girl when I started, after all. I never thought that I had a childhood like other people. Then there was the press — of which you, Mr Broman, have been a representative - which pursued me and never left me alone. That was no kind of life. It was not worth the price.'
Garbo spoke clearly and matter-of-factly; she didn't seem upset for a moment. I don't think I have ever met anyone who appeared so sincere and frank when speaking about something significant. This made it easy to remember what she said.
'But what if you had been in a position to make your own choices?'
'Eventually I was able to decide for myself, I don't blame anyone else. I am just pointing out the circumstances. The war broke out and I felt even more hemmed in than before. Previously I had been able to travel home to Sweden and rest up.
'Not being able to do that any more hit me very hard and I felt sometimes that I had been exiled. But it was the same for a lot of other people and I was not suffering any hardship. And then I have had problems with my health all my life. I felt as though I didn't have any roots.
'This isn't something I want to sit here going over and over again. I do realize now that I was far too sensitive during those first years in Hollywood. Nowadays you could almost fly back and forth between continents every day. It is difficult for young people today to understand how isolated you could feel. Sweden was far away and suddenly impossible to get to. For five whole years.'
'Which of your own films do you like the best?'
'Ninotchka. I thought it was a true comedy. Thanks to Lubitsch.'
'Did you go and see other people's films?'
'I used to go to the cinema a lot. It was really my only entertainment. It was part of my job to see the kind of things other people were doing. And I also wanted to cheer myself up. I liked Chaplin and I loved Laurel and Hardy. I had two kittens I named Laurel and Hardy. I had a little garden then with flowers growing in it that looked like daisies. The kittens got in there and ate up all the leaves.'
Greta Garbo in Ninotchka (1939) directed by Ernst Lubitsch
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scoobydoobaday · 10 months
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The New Scooby-Doo Movies S01E10 - The Ghost of Bigfoot (1972) Hanna Barbera Productions
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mannytoodope · 26 days
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Stan: That's a pretty picture, isn't it?
Oliver: Uh-HUH!
Stan: I wonder where it is?
Oliver: I think it's Rio Hondo.
Stan: I wonder if there are any fish in there.
Oliver:(sighs)
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adamedits · 3 months
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Well, here's another nice mess you've gotten me into.
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singeratlarge · 7 months
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SONG OF THE WEEK: “Unresolved (Graham Greene’s Script for Laurel & Hardy)” https://johnnyjblairsingeratlarge.bandcamp.com/track/unresolved-graham-greenes-script-for-laurel-hardy-2 I’m a fan of the classic comedy of Laurel & Hardy. I’m also a fan of Graham Greene, the prolific British writer known for exploring the paradoxes of morality, politics, and spirituality. His characters became (reluctantly or surprisingly) “saviors” through ironic or redemptive acts. Greene’s story-endings weren’t always tidy and Hollywood-friendly even though many of his books became films. Yet one accepts his endings—because everything happens for a reason. My song “Unresolved” imagines Greene writing a film script for Laurel & Hardy, on a theme that parts of life are tragic-comedies. It's also a refraction on the hymn “Farther Along.”
One sunny afternoon I was rambling around on a guitar, improvising on “Yesterday” by Paul McCartney. That workout led to the riffs that led to this song. Please go to the link and listen—feedback welcome. 
#laurelandhard #grahamgreene #comedy #novelist #britishwriter #paradox #morals #politics #spirituality #spirt #savior #irony #redemption #fartheralong #yesterday #paulmccartney #stringquartet #johnnyjblair #singersongwriter #singeratlarge
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dj-carni · 1 year
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