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pnfoutofcontext · 1 year

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#someone messaged suggesting this for pi day #and I was planning on posting it for that day anyways #Linda Flynn-Fletcher #pi day #Pie day #3.141592 #Backyard Hodge Podge #gif

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forgottenpnffacts · 2 years

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-Lawrence often tells long-winded anecdotes/speeches

-Phineas and Candace don’t tend to enjoy Lawrence’s lengthy stories, but Ferb and Linda do

#phineas and ferb #pnf #lawrence fletcher #phineas flynn #candace flynn #candace gertrude flynn #ferb fletcher #linda flynn fletcher #Backyard Hodge Podge #The Klimpaloon Ultimatum #The Lake Nose Monster #Where's Perry?

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104-days-of-gifs · 2 years

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104 Days of Phineas and Ferb GIFs: Day 90

#phineas and ferb #pnf #backyard hodge podge #pie #pies #dancing #3.141592 #pi #random #weird #disney #disney channel #disney tva #gif #my gif #104 days of phineas and ferb gifs

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dwampyverse-tournaments · 1 year

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Busted vs. Pi

#pnf #pnf songs #pnf songs tournament #phineas and ferb #pnf music #dwampyverse #poll #poll bracket #poll tournament #tournament poll #dwampyverse tournament #candace flynn #vanessa doofenshmirtz #i scream you scream #danny jacob #pies #linda flynn-fletcher #backyard hodge podge

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gabybadour123 · 2 years

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#Phineas and Ferb Backyard Hodge Podge #phineas and ferb

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mortuarywriting · 26 days

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If I outline what the fuck i wanna see in my self indulgent au will it give me the kick in the ass to write it.

Obviously relative spoiler/high notes/plot points below

The premise is, so far, nobody has seen where Simon lives. As far as they- they being Gaz, Soap, and Price- know he has a flat in Manchester.

Well leaving base one night(ish, time negotiable), the road they were all taking in their separate vehicles is closed due to a nasty accident. Gonna be blocked for 24 hours kinda mess.

So Ghost offers to let them all stay at his place, if only for a bit or the night if they prefer

Everyone just kinda. Well this isn't what we were expecting but alright. So they follow his car, it's pissing down rain and you can't see shit before you but the tail lights you're following but they've committed and by the time they pull off the road they're fuckin nowhere. House is fairly isolated, separate garage building, coop in the backyard, and a thatch roof cottage. Whose Nan's attic is Simon living in???

Except, not a random old biddie. Just a random fat American?? It's obvious they're familiar enough with each other, giving each other shit and that there's a whole "you got back from a mission here is our you came home routine"

Whole mess. The group stays the night because now they're nosy and wanna find out what the relationship is. You both say roommates. They don't wholly believe that.

Simon and roomie sleep downstairs, he can't sleep in a bed yet after the mission and roomie makes sure there's enough background noise that he doesn't snap into combat mode everything is about to go to shit.

Next morning roomie and Simon team up to make a hodge podge of all kinds of breakfast food and between them all there are no leftovers. Concerns are had if everyone ate enough (and then biscuits and gravy settled).

Its back to routine and roomie goes out to grocery shop to stock back up on "i need to feed myself and a whole ass army dude" levels of food and snackies.

While Simon is trying to get Soap and Gaz to stop making excuses to stick around (all good-natured fun) there is a call. Roomie prefaces this with they're fine!!! But uh. They did get hit by a car. A bit. Enough that there has to be a report. Come get the groceries?

And this is the part where they find out Simon and roomie are married. Have been for y e a r s. Technically the town knows them under roomie's last name as a couple.

After the dust is settled and everyone is back at the cottage the explaining happens. Yes, they're married. Vegas happened. It's been a long time and they kinda glossed over the whole "he's a dead man" legal bit for it. Roomie still gets married rights. How do you think he has a lease as a dead man roomie legitimately wants to know. The cottage is in their name, his isn't on it to keep it all off the record if people come knocking for him.

(He does actually have a Manchester flat, though. Landlord takes cash payments however many months at a time and doesn't ask questions. Roomie gets mail from it every once in a blue moon.)

Relationship is largely "we're married but for tax benefits"esque because they're both some flavor of ace. If he's in town roomie checks on if he wants to go to the Saturday munches or not but that's sir not appearing in this fic.

But yeah. Just fun self indulgence.

Could go write the Vegas bit. Write work "being brought home". Bonding activities. List of things for when he retires. Potentially kidnapping. S o many fun options but I just. Gotta write it.

#rambles from the morgue #Some day this will be written #It's sure as shit not today

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starlitangels · 8 months

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Rocky Home Lives

This just kinda came to me. Teenage Shaw Pack boys + Darlin' 1.3k words

CW: discussion of parental issues and "marital" issues between parents

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"Psst! Tank!" Milo hissed. I jolted out of my half-asleep stupor back into full wakefulness, anxiety clenching around my lungs and heart and in my throat. I sat up, looking around for a fire.

Asher rolled over, snoring, and scratched at his armpit. Still fully asleep.

Milo's smaller figure was silhouetted against the sliding glass door that led out to Gabe's backyard. The door was partially open. When he saw me sit up, Milo beckoned me closer.

Carefully, I eased to my feet and picked my way across every couch cushion and pillow in the Shaws' house that we'd gathered on the living room floor in a gigantic cuddle pile. I did my best not to step on Asher and hop over David so he wouldn't wake up. Amanda had rolled off the hodge-podge of blankets and fluff and was sprawled out on the carpet, drooling.

I tiptoed over to Milo. "What?" I whispered.

He slid the glass door open a little wider and slipped out, beckoning me out with him. Once I followed, he slid it shut behind us.

"What'd you wake me up for?" I asked, still whispering.

He scoffed quietly. "You were still awake."

"Barely. I was almost asleep, you moron."

"Sorry." He didn't sound apologetic at all. "Come sit with me."

Barefoot and in our pajamas, we crunched through the semi-dry summer grass to the pool deck. Milo carefully moved some of the pool cover out of the way and sat on the deck, dipping his feet in the water. I sat beside him. "What?"

His grey eyes were turned skyward. Stars twinkled in his irises. "We're not stupid, right?" he asked.

"Of course not."

"Okay. Then let's be honest with each other."

I raised a brow. "What are you getting at?"

He made a guttural noise as he sighed. Like a drawn out uuuuuggggghhhhh, but not quite. "You 'n' me both know that David doesn't spontaneously throw sleepovers. David doesn't host the sleepovers unless Gabe makes him do it."

"And?"

Milo looked down from the stars to fix me with a stare. "C'mon. My parents aren't the only ones arguin' tonight, Tank."

Ice spread out across my entire body from my heart. Even as anger at Milo's—correct—assumption boiled the blood in my neck and face. I sucked in a deep breath and huffed. "So?"

"So. We know why we're actually here. Not just for a fun night of video games and pizza. Gabe's tryna get us away from our folks tonight. Maybe it's an alpha's attempt to protect the young wolves in his pack."

I grunted and kicked my feet through the water of the pool, trying to be quiet. The water right at the surface was still warm from baking in the sunlight under the pool cover, but below the temperature dropped quickly. "Probably," I said noncommittally.

Milo pursed his lips in the corner of my eye and nodded.

We sat on the pool deck, listening to the crickets and trailing our feet forward-and-back through the water, for a really long time. Milo occasionally sniffed and scratched at the healing scab that split his left eyebrow from Asher's claw last week. The third time he reached up to itch it, I grabbed his wrist and dragged it back down. "Your mom said not to itch it. If you rip the scab it'll bleed a lot again."

That earned me an eye-roll. "I know," he retorted. "Doesn't stop it from bein' itchy though."

"That's because it's healing," I said.

With a quick yank, he pulled his wrist out of my grip.

I returned my hand to holding onto my knee, flicking my gaze up to the stars.

"Why..." I licked my lower lip, realizing how dry my mouth had become. "Why doesn't she ever... leave him?" I thought about the multiple times my parents split up and got back together.

Milo's expression turned thunderous and I knew I said the wrong thing. Stupid Tank. I always said the wrong thing.

I opened my mouth to tell him to forget I said anything, but he beat me to speaking.

"She never would," he said. Bare and honest and open in a way I just... never could replicate. "The thing about my folks is..." He made a face, thinking about how he wanted to word the next part, probably. "My parents love each other. Truly and deeply. It's honestly kinda gross sometimes. But..." He took a deep breath. "There are some... fundamental misalignments between them. Ma's priority is her family. Plain and simple. Dad... his is work. And then, y'know. The other stuff." The last three sentences were dripping with fury. "And I watch it break my ma's heart again and again but she'll never give up on him."

"Then your mom's better than both of my parents," I said.

Milo cleared his throat. "I kinda noticed that," he admitted.

I snorted. "It'd be impossible not to notice."

"Tank." He pulled one leg out of the pool to turn to face me head-on. "You're not them, got it?" he said.

"Both of them would vehemently disagree. I'm their blood."

"That means nothing. You've got your own life. How you choose to live it is up to you. Me? I'm terrified of bein' my dad. So I'm not gonna be. If I ever get a mate, I'm gonna love 'em and make 'em my number one priority and... avoid whatever sent my dad down the road he's on. Same can go for you."

I scoffed. "Oh please, Greer. Like anyone's ever going to want to date me. I tend to scare potential partners off before they're even within earshot. I'm waaay too much of a handful."

Milo fixed me with an expression that looked so much like his mother I actually leaned away from him. "Ya just gotta find someone who's willin' to use two hands, then. Look at my folks. Dad's a disaster 'n' Ma loves him anyway."

"Yeah, and look at mine," I replied sarcastically.

He screwed up his mouth. "You're not gonna be like them. Your heart's better'n both-a theirs."

"Maybe."

His hand landed on my shoulder, fingertips digging in tight. "It is. I see it all the time. No arguin', understand?"

"Yes, Marie."

"Oh, you little sh—" He shoved at my shoulder, kicking water out of the pool and over my pajamas.

I snickered and hopped up, water following me with a loud splash, racing away. Milo gave chase.

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Gabe lifted one the slats in the blinds, looking down at the backyard. The starlight was barely enough to see two teenagers chasing each other around the lawn and pool. They were both smiling broadly, even through a plain competitive spirit.

Gabe breathed a sigh of relief. A lot of the younger generation of wolves in his pack had the misfortune of different degrees of rocky home lives.

At least here, those two got a little bit of respite to just be kids and chase each other around the yard.

He dropped the slat in the blinds and went back to bed.

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I woke up the next morning exactly where I went to sleep.

Lying on my back in the grass with Milo's head near mine. But at a different angle where we'd laid down to look at the stars after running ourselves ragged chasing each other.

Morning dew clung to my pajamas and skin. The sun wasn't yet up, but it was ready to rise. Shafts of orange, pink, and gold were beginning to spear across the dark sky.

I made a face and sat up. "Wake up, Greer. We crashed outside."

Milo jolted tiredly and sat up. "Wh... what?" he mumbled.

"Let's get back inside."

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Tag list: @zozo-01 @thegoldenlittlerose @darlin-collins @icedunderwaterroom

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Milo #Redacted Darlin'#Milo Greer #Redacted Audio #Starlit Fic

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commanderbuffy · 11 months

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TTA ch. 12: denoument (snippet #2)

Because I struck a deal with @wigster07, I give you a second snippet. A bit more spicy than the last.

“Kit, you look like a marshmallow,” Jade laughs as Kit slides the screen door open to the backyard. Jade is sitting with her feet dipped into the shallow end of the pool, sweatpants rolled at the cuffs.

“You’re wearing sweats too!” Kit exclaims. She gestures to Jade’s ensemble: a pair of old Tir Asleen Academy grey sweatpants and a plain maroon sweatshirt.

“Yes, but I’m wearing them the way you’re supposed to, as kind of a hodge podge of old clothing. You’re literally wearing an all-white designer sweatsuit.”

“It was gifted to me. But fine, I’ll go in and change.” Kit turns to head back inside but pauses at the splashing sound of water. Jade is on her in an instant.

“No,” Jade says, anchoring her in place with her hands on Kit’s hips. “You’re a very cute marshmallow.

Kit continues to pout.

“Don’t make me wipe that pout off your face, Kit,” Jade taunts.

“You couldn’t if you tried.” It was a clear taunt, a challenge that Kit was ready for Jade to rise to. And she does. She walks Kit backward until her back is against the glass door.

Jade slides a hand underneath Kit’s shirt, and Kit waits for the reaction she knows is coming. The reaction she’d planned on the moment she’d pulled the sweatshirt on, with nothing underneath it.

Jade’s hand brushes against Kit’s bare nipple.

“You’re not wearing anything underneath,” Jade gasps.

“Care to find what I’ve got under the sweatpants? Or are you sure I’m still looking like a marshmallow?”

#this scene is still a WIP so it might change a little just FYI #tta #the tanthamore affair #tanthamore

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willowthegraycat · 9 months

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Phineas and Ferb in Alphabetical Order PART 1

A hard day’s night A phineas and ferb family christmas A real boy Across the 2nd Dimension Act your age Agent Doof Ain’t no kiddie ride Are you my mummy? Ask a foolish question At the car wash Atlantis Attack of the 50-foot sister Backyard aquarium Backyard hodge podge Bad hair day Bee day and bee story Blackout! Bowl-r-ama drama Boyfriend from 27,000 B.C. Brain drain Bubble boys Buford Confidential Bullseye! Bully bromance breakup Bully bust Candace Against the Universe Candace disconnected Candace gets busted Candace loses her head Candace’s big day Canderemy Cheer up Candace Cheers for fears Chez platypus Comet Kermilian Crack the whip Cranius Maximus Day of the living gelatin! De plane! De plane! Der kinderlumper Destiny of Delivery Does this duckbill make me look fat? Don’t even blink Doof 101 Doof dynasty Doofapus Druselsteinoween Dude, we’re getting the band back together! Elementary, my dear Stacy Escape from Phineas Tower Excaliferb Father’s day Fear your fear Ferb TV Ferb latin Finding Mary McGuffin Fireside girl jamboree Flop starz Fly on the wall For your ice only Gaming the system Get that bigfoot outa my face! Gi-Ants Got game? Great balls of water Greece Lightning Hail Doofania! Happy birthday, Isabella Happy new year! Hide and seek Hip Hip Parade I scream, you scream I was a middle aged robot I, Brobot Imperfect storm Interview with a platypus Invasion of the Ferb snatchers Isabella and the temple of sap It’s a mud, mud, mud, mud world It’s about time! It’s no picnic Jerk de soleil Journey to the Center of Candace Just desserts Just our luck Just passing through Knot my problem La Candace-Cabra Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Max Modem! Last day of summer Last train to bustville Lawn gnome beach party of terror Leave the busting to us! Let’s bounce Let’s take a quiz Lights, Candace, Action! Live and let drive Lost in danville Lotsa Latkes Love at first byte Magic Carpet ride Make play Mandace Meapless in Seattle Meatloaf surprise Mind share Minor Monogram

#phineas and ferb

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rainbowsunshinegeesus · 8 months

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to answer my own question from yesterday where i asked what is everyone’s least favorite phineas and ferb song, i have to say backyard hodge podge or picnic bust like another person in the tags said

#phineas and ferb #carl karl #carl the intern #pnf

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punnybee · 2 years

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Phineas & Ferb birthdays/zodiacs/Monogram being really bad at dates

(found this in my drafts??? when did i write this?)

ok ok ok i'm like. laughing right now because a bunch of the characters have birthdays that take place in summer which would mean their zodiac sign is gemini, cancer, leo, maybe virgo

like in the episode Backyard Hodge Podge, Major Monogram says it's his birthday (which i consider late summer since it's season 4, meaning he is most likely leo or virgo

but in Operation Crumb Cake, Monogram states he's a Sagittarius (and Carl is a Capricorn)

i like to think Monogram is really bad with dates since he got Perry's birthday wrong (Bubble Boys)

list of other character birthdays:

Candace (S1: Candace Loses Her Head)

Heinz (S1: Raging Bully)

Vanessa (S1: Dude, We're Gettin' The Band Back Together!)

Linda (S1: Mom's Birthday)

Phineas (S2: Phineas's Birthday Clip-O-Rama!)

Heinz's and Roger's Mom (S2: The Beak, though Roger only mentions planning it, so take that as you will)

Jeremy (S4: Cheers For Fears)

Isabella (S4: Happy Birthday, Isabella!)

#phineas & ferb