It Doesn't Always Have To Be Beautiful

my body may be at work right but my soul is stuck in the Wii Sports universe

which sport 

bowling

for a hot second there I thought “he” was that bearded doll thing perched on the stairs and ngl I nearly pissed myself

Extremely cursed photo

reblog if u a lil ugly

THE MOON WAS A GOOD IDEA

what i want to know is what is the legal situation of scooby doo. they can kick him out of a hotel for being a pet (while he gets frustrated because ‘he’s not a pet’ implying he has legal rights) but also put him in jail. how does this all work. can scooby doo vote

his whole family lives an a house int he suburbs i believe theyre legal citizens

Where does that leave us though? He’s constantly kicked out of buildings simply on the fact that he’s a dog. Either he has the rights of the average animal (which is highly disturbing giving he’s, you know, a person) or he is a legal citizen which means a) Scooby Doo is constantly having his rights infringed upon, or b) segregation of talking animals is legal in the scooby dooniverse, and in either case the most sympathy he gets from anyone is just a “Sorry Scoob” and the keys to the mystery machine so he doesn’t freeze to death. Does the gang actually agree with this treatment or are they just that used to it? This is all very worrying to me u understand

perhaps his is the only family of talking dogs due to some freak accident involving nuclear waste and/or mad scientists which would mean that while they were granted citizenship most people wouldnt have known about it and while at that point i feel scooby and his fam wiuld start to being their IDs everywhere they also dont have pockets?? idk theres a lot of uncertainty here

canonically, scooby doo is part elder god and that’s why he and other hanna barbera-verse animals (yogi bear/jabberjaw/etc.) can talk and apparently this has been going on all throughout human history?? so i’m sure they’re pretty used to their presence  

What the actual fuck is this post

im just talkin scoob politics man

man: has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful? me: oh no sir, today is my first day out of doors and papà forbade mirrors in the house lest we fall victim to vanity