the greatest moments from Phineas and Ferb:

I have seen all of five episodes from this show.  Maybe.

This is a odd show.

Why do my nostrils whisper to meeeee

“thwart me, perry the platypus”

@perrybearwaks You’ve probably seen this before but here ya go anyways

“Turns out that it was a penguin, and its beak went right into my mouth and I’m like, “Eww, their BEAK is their NOSE!” True story.“

Candace: Hmm… (sniffs, licks, sniffs again) That way! I can smell Phineas and Ferb! Dr. Hirano: And what exactly do they smell like? Candace: Motor oil and confidence!

“Must be a special episode. He’s yelling at his sister again.”

“̎͏M͈̗͛̎Ù̧҉̞ṢT̜ͦ̒̀͠ ̭̺͛͋BͪE̴͑ͫ͐̕ ̷ͨA̡̧̳̠͝ ̱S̸̈́̌̔P̫̻ͨEͭ̅̔̆C̫̎ͩI̺̦ͫ͗̅A̢L̯͊͏̞͡ ̛̈̎͜ É̝Ṕ͙̱Į͎̦̽S̭̀͞Ǫ̛̺̇ͥḐE̸̴̱̪ ̵̨ͤͮ͘Ḩ̯E҉̫́’̠̘͖̉͛S̲̫̘̆͡ ̡͚́Y̡E̵̶̿̌͝L̶̔ͦL͛̃͜I̴̛̊̆͊NἸ̨̘̕G̻ ̢̧̤̼̕A̩̓̇T̢̮ͬ͢ ̘̘̭ Hͨ̀̎͒I̭̥̫̮ͪS̔ ̶͖͒͑͞S̅͠I̠̽̓̕͏S̢T̋E̞ͤ̿̐̀R̶̼̈̓ ̴͔À̼̕G̈́͑͗́A̢͍Ị̹̲̇N̷̢̪ͦ͢ ̪

😈Y҉̵̞̟̜̗U̷̮̺̣̬̕O̩̺͍͠ ̛̯̬͓̳͈ͅÁ͖̮̟R̡̖͈̫̫E̷̱̗̖͔̩̦ ͓͍́͢A̜̱͜͢Ĺ̨̰̠̜̪͙͞L̛̫̙̲ ̮͓̥̞̳̯̼̰C̩̦̗̘̬͟U̗͈͔͢͞͝R̜̮͎̠̝͚̥S̻͉͢͝E͉̗̝͇͙̳̭D͚̼̰̟̬̦̪̙͘ ͓̞͇̮̠̣A̤N͍̪̩̣͖͈͔̭͘͜D̥̱̥̰͔̕ ͏̨̱̲͔̹̝͉̤̻̤B͙U͏҉͉̙̜̻̦̜͔̝R͞͏͚̟̞̤̩N͉E̛̖̲D̷̳̥̩͕͘ ̛͇̝͍̙͖̺̟A̻̗̮̲̼͡L̗͍̥͓̦͝I̢͏̲͟V̸̪͇̳̜͠͠E̢͔͔͚̫ ͏̙̠̳̫̱̩V̵̟̱̬̞̼̮Ẹ̼̫̖̟̪R̵͉̙͉͔̗Y҉͖͖͉ ̮S̵̢̻̗̖̭͉̜̫͞O͏̼̮͕͖̳̳͚̣O̷͍͍̳̠N͎̗̬̜̲̰͉ Help keep my meatbag slave alive! Beep-boop!

Any of Norm’s songs. Or angsty moments. Or anything that requires more emotion than this:

“Aren’t you boys a little young for this?”

“Yes. Yes we are.”

S.I.M.P. SQUIRRELS IN MY PANTS

don’t forget the aglet episode 

this is way too fucking relatable

Holy shit

In case u didn’t see these gems on buzzfeed

a Not Happy thought: the “you look so much like your father"s die off as harry gets older. by the time he’s thirty, he begins to miss it.

Implying both that people who remember James Potter are dead and that James Potter did not get to be old.

Harry Potter ran a hand through his hair, staring at his reflection in the lift doors. Was it him or was it beginning to thin?

Ginny used to tease him about it, when he nervously ran his hands over it out of old habits, saying he’d rub himself bald. She didn’t tease him about it now, though, which might mean it was actually happening.

He sighed; how old his reflection had gotten. The years passed and he knew that well enough, but each reflective surface still came at a bit of a shock.

He remembered the first time he looked in a regular mirror and saw his father staring out. Not approximations of his father, not the oft-comment of “you look just like James” from some adult, but actually looked in the mirror and saw the same man he knew from photographs.

And he remembered when he looked in the mirror and his father was gone and he was back to approximations. Looking like James Potter never had a chance to.

It was a morbid way of counting birthdays. This year I’m older than my father got to be. This year older than Remus and Snape. This year older than Sirius. In a few years he would be older than Alastor Moody.

No one ever said he looked like his father anymore.

The doors opened onto the floor for The Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. The Department had two settings: chaos when some magical mishap had to be brought in to be dealt with, and silence when everyone was off tackling the mishap in person. Today was the latter but that was fine. It was James’ turn on desk duty, which was the reason he’d come down, brown bags in hand. It was the only time he could ever seem to wrangle his oldest son for lunch.

Only when he got to the desk, a young witch - a child who hardly looked old enough to be at Hogwarts much less to have graduated from it - smiled up at him.

“Mr. Potter! I have a message for you from your son. They had a catastrophe that really needed his expertise so he had to go.”

Harry gave a small smile. “You’re new, aren’t you?”

She nodded. “Just started last month.”

“Ah. First thing you should know is to never believe James Potter, especially when it comes to desk duty. He’ll do anything to get out of desk duty.”

She gave a smile you would give to an elderly relative doling out advice. “I will remember that next time.”

Oh well, if he was playing the role already, might as well commit. “And don’t let him push you around or beg off. He’ll always have a good reason but you’ve earned your field time like anyone else. And since I brought it down, you can have his lunch.”

That got a laugh as she took the bag. “Thank you. You’re welcome to join me…?”

He waved her off. “No, no, I have paperwork to deal with anyway. But thank you.”

He was about to turn back when she spoke.

“Y’know, it’s remarkable. I would’ve known who you were from a mile off.”

Harry raised an indulgent eyebrow. Four decades had dimmed people’s immediate recognition of him as The-Boy-Who-Lived, especially among the younger crowd, but it was hardly an uncommon occurrence. Still, he acted as if he didn’t know what she meant. “Oh?”

“Oh yes. You look so much like James.”

Time seemed to stop after her words. He didn’t breathe or blink, everything paused in a moment of both newness and familiarity.

Then it was done but the weight of his shoulders had eased a little bit and he gave a brief but genuine smile. Then he laughed. “Don’t say that to him; he’d be mortified.”

“I’ll remember that if he tries to put me on desk duty again then,” she teased.

Harry chuckled and waved and got back on the lift. When the doors closed and he saw himself again, he decided it didn’t really matter much if his hair was thinning. He could do with less of it anyway.

this is lovely

That went somewhere far happier than I expected it to go, whew!

that’s how you play the BLUES

Im having trouble explaining this to myself, the fuck?

I like to think that Rita Skeeter totally lost whatever renown she had after the war and so Harry and Ginny and the others like to pick up her stories for fun without worrying about the effect it’ll have on their image? Like Harry just idly turns a page every morning and goes, “Oh, we’re getting a divorce.” And Ginny yawns as she fetches two coffee mugs and says, “Is it because I’m snogging Neville?” “No,” says Harry, “it’s because I’m snogging Neville.” And Ginny slams down her mug and says, “Goddamnit, Harry, let me have my affair in peace, would you?”

They have this sort of conversation in public, sometimes. Especially in places (the Leaky Cauldron, the Three Broomsticks, etc) where they know that it’ll get back to Skeeter.

I like to imagine that the kids get in on it as well. Like Albus and Scorpius can be over heard in the Great Hall with the latest Potter Family gossip

“Did you hear that your dad is leaving your mum for my father?”

“I thought mum was leaving dad for your mum, Scorp?”

“No that was last week. Your mum is with your aunt Luna right now.”

“Ah, my mistake. Pass the pumpkin juice.”

Please tell me that the cursed child was just another bullshit story that the kids fed to her.

New head-canon: Rita Skeeter wrote The Cursed Child.

I’ve been ignoring this post in my notifs for ages but this is now the only explanation for the Cursed Child that I will accept.

Someone should tell Garcia what “casual” means, because I don’t think it’s matching outfits with your boyfriend and drawing little hearts on the lunch you packed for him

(PS: read Paranatural)

I can’t find the original post, but I remember someone said that this was max and I c r u m b l e d

So it’s some kind of weird cult where they wear vegetable costumes and dance around a big thing… They seem nice enough.

Who needs Meghan Trainor’s “NO” when there’s this masterpiece?

I THINK YOU COULD USE A MINT

this is literally honestly a fucking bop

i was listening to this last night and just having the time of my life

this is way better than meghan trainer’s song why is it not appreciated more

God’s ‘The Bible’

In God’s ‘The Bible’, the main character Jesus is a very important person.

I do not normally reblog from shitmystudentswrite but I need as many people as possible to see this