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mammalsofaction · 9 months ago

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Those Moments When We Didn't Get Along

Rating: G

Relationship: Heinz Doofenshmirtz/Perry the Platypus

Add tags: Human Perry, mute Perry, POV Outsider, the whole Flynn-Fletcher family, set during the breakup scene from About Time.

A/N: The lore behind Perry and Lawrence's relationship is in compliance with the Human Perry Lore post I've made a while back here. Perry's sister, Lawrence's ex-wife, was named Evelyn, AKA Agent Eve the Echidna. (Get it, egg laying mammals native to Australia?)

Now read it on Ao3!

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"Perry?" Lawrence calls out, knocking on his door. The room is dark, unlit, but the answering churr is unmistakable. He sounds...

"Are you alright, dear boy?" This time, an indecipherable grunt. "Linda sent me up to tell you dinner's ready. May I come in?"

When he hears no response, which is as good of an answer on its own, he pushes the door to let himself inside, and instinctively reaches for the light switch.

Perry's face down on the bed, still partly dressed in his teal work clothes. He doesn't flinch.

"My word, old boy, what's happened?" Lawrence demands, mildly alarmed. Perry bats his hands away when he plops himself down next to him on the mattress, shoving at his shoulder, but he does it without twisting himself around. "Don't be like that, let me look at you. Perry. What's gotten into you?"

Then he hears it. The unmistakable sniffle.

Lawrence gapes. "Have you just broken up with someone?"

It was an educated guess, but the way Perry leaps up to slap at his face all but confirms it. Lawrence supposed he had said it too loudly considering the kind of household they're in. He could swear Candace's hearing could be supersonic sometimes. "We didn't even know you were dating anybody," Lawrence chides, half despairing. Perry tries to plop back down into bed, and Lawrence doesn't let him. Going so far as to physically set himself between Perry and the miserably crumpled mattress so his foster-cum-brother-in-law was throwing himself into his embrace instead.

Lawrence pats Perry's back, commiserating. Perry's buried his face in the crook of Lawrence's throat. He hadn't gotten more than a glance at Perry's face, but what he's seen has practically torn his heart apart; nothing but swollen eyes and visible tear tracks. "What happened?" He asks again, helplessly. "Will you tell me?"

Lawrence half-expects being ignored. Both of them knew that Lawrence knew, at least partially, the hidden truth of Perry's career, but it wasn't from anything Perry ever tells him in person. There are some unmistakeable aspects of himself that he still clamps down on, and Lawrence would never presume to push.

So he's taken by surprise when Perry shrugs, noncommittal, then raises his hands to sign; Think I just got cheated on.

"You what?" Lawrence hisses.

It's fine, I don't-

"No, Perry." Lawrence fumes emphatically, and the teak haired man stops short in surprise. "It is very clearly not fine."

Lawrence-

It's too late. Lawrence had already gotten to his feet, hands on his hips in a way that Candace had once told him made him look his own age, in a derogatory manner. He isn't thinking about that now, though. Now all he is is vibrating at an visible frequency of second-hand outrage. Dinner first, Lawrence thinks to himself. Then he will...he will drive out, and get Perry some ice cream so they can. Can stew and Perry will eat his heart out and they can cry and rage all about this....this no-good heartbreaking bedswerving cad.

This he tells to Perry, who responds by simply burying his face back into his pillow so he could continue wallowing. Lawrence feels generous enough to let him, but he leaves the lights on as he stomps his way downstairs, where the family was happily eating dinner before they see the look on Lawrence's face.

"Dad?" Phineas asked innocently. "What happened? Where's Uncle Perry?"

"I'm afraid Uncle Perry will not be joining us for dinner tonight, boys, and will unfortunately be out of commission until spoken otherwise."

"Out of commission?" The boy gasped dramatically, kneeling on his chair. Candace and Linda had both curiously put their spoons down. "He's sick?" Phineas concludes in dismay. Ferb blinks, shocked.

"Of a sort." Lawrence answers grimly.

"Of a sort?" Candace grunts. "What kind of answer is that? He's either sick or he isn't." Her tone was haughty, skeptical, but Lawrence could hear the concern in her inflection from a mile away. Candace loved pretending she cared less than she truthfully did.

When Lawrence feels the tug on his sleeve, he turns to see Linda, who had a carefully concealed look of concern. A single flick of her eyes in the direction of Perry's room was all she needed to communicate her offer; Dinner?

Lawrence nods, then points to the car keys, hanging by the front door.

Her brow furrows further in concern, but they both know that it wasn't the right time to properly ask. She turns to back to the kids instead. "Honey, why don't you help me make a plate of dinner, and Candace can send it up to Uncle Perry?"

"I want to help send it up!"

"There shouldn't be too many people in Uncle Perry's room, dear, he might have a headache."

"Me and Ferb will be really quiet, please please please please please-,"

Lawrence leaves them to it, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of Linda's temple and ruffling Ferb's hair as he makes his way out. He feels the boy's gaze follow him all the way to the door, but doesn't realize he's being followed until he turns around to shut the door behind him.

Ferb blinks expectantly.

"Oh, go inside, my boy, it's chilly! I'll just be a moment."

The boy responds by pulling a pair of mittens, and his purple bobblehead hat from his deep pockets, blinking again once he shrugs them on.

There was no talking Ferb out of something he's clearly made his mind about. Lawrence sighs, taking his hand as they walk to the garage.

"Alright," Lawrence concedes. "But promise we'll keep this between you and me, alright?"

Lawrence doesn't doubt he will. Ferb blinks eagerly in compliance.

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Lawrence figures the boy's figured it out, on their way home from the supermarket, cradling a chilly tub of Perry's favourite ice cream between his legs on the ride home and nothing else. He had snuck a couple packets of antibiotics and fever patches into the basket while they were out shopping, and Lawrence had awkwardly put each one of them back.

When Lawrence returns the sachet of night-time tea they both know Perry favours when he's actually sick, the boy had turned to him with such a deeply knowing look Lawrence felt busted for something he hadn't even been trying to hide, much less of any sort of trouble. The boy said nothing. He didn't have to. He reached for nothing else (save for a packet of gum from the side of the register of both his and Phineas' favourite brand) and remained perfectly well behaved for the rest of the trip.

"Now Ferb," Lawrence says warily, as they start pulling into their street. "You will have to promise me to keep this between us, not even to Phineas if he hasn't figured it out yet. Your uncle is the private sort, and I can't imagine he will want his dirty laundry waved all across town in the state that he's in. He's feeling vulnerable, you understand?"

Ferb nods firmly. Lawrence stretches out his pinky.

"Promise?"

Ferb takes it, and they shake on it like men.

"Good boy." Lawrence says proudly, once again ruffling his hair, and pulls into the driveway of the house.

Ferb rushes inside to put the tub in the freezer (Lawrence hears Phineas happy greeting from the kitchen, "Oh, there you are, Ferb." ) and Linda comes forward to take his jacket, welcoming him home with a gentle kiss. "Welcome home, stud. Found everything he needed?"

"As far as we know. Did you get to talk to him?"

"He's not in a chatty mood. Though Candace squirreled a thing or two out of him; think she figured out faster than I did."

"She's always got a good head on her shoulders." Lawrence concedes, unsurprised.

"When need be." Linda agrees, before her facade drops and he spies a glimpse of regret. "I didn't even know he was dating someone."

Much less it was anything this serious. Goes unspoken. "I'm inclined to think it's deliberate. Not that we didn't have our suspicions."

"Did he say anything to you?"

Lawrence hesitates. "Not much." He hedges, unconvincingly, from the look of his wife's face. He sighs, and triple checks that the children had dispersed their own ways out of earshot.

"He did say," Lawrence begins carefully. "That there was some matter of. Infidelity involved."

Linda gasped. "Oh, that poor man."

"Not particularly forthcoming beyond the statement."

"Do you think it's one of his...co-workers?"

Lawrence glanced at Linda with a raised brow, but she seems firm with her line of questioning. She's one step further removed from any personal knowledge of Perry's life choices, and occupation-but Lawrence could hide from her as well as blood from gauze. She knew everything he did of Perry's career, which was never much at all. Enough to go by. Enough to reassure her it wouldn't harm their children.

Lawrence had never even considered this, but now that he was, it made a terrifying amount of sense. "I'm obligated to think it might be." He acquiesced. "Might be more complicated than your run of the mill splitting sob story."

Linda hums in agreement, before tactfully changing gears. "I'll reheat your dinner. Did you get him rocky road?"

"Mint chocolate."

"Oh my."

"I'm afraid we'll have to pull out all the stops this time around."

"Maybe I'll pull out my cake pan."

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In the days that follow, Perry remains inconsolable.

He's mostly taken to stuffing his face in chips and junk food in front of the TV, half watching re-runs, but for a couple of hours each day the children manage to convince him to participate in their backyard projects, and Candace even manages to coax him to come with her on a trip to the mall. Perry had come home laughing, with a new pair of jeans and flip flops, raving for some obscure chinese martial arts movie they had watched together. The joviality didn't stay, but it was still such a relief to see.

On a pleasantly windy Thursday night, while they've set up a fire and a couple of beers for a Men's Night In in the backyard, Perry nudges his shoulder to tell him, lightly, that he's thinking of quitting.

Lawrence inhales his drink down the wrong tube, and practically coughs his lungs out. Perry thumps him helpfully on the back, and politely refuses to comment.

"Perry," Lawrence gasps, when he's gotten his breath back. "Perry, that's-,"

That's good, he wants to say. But was it really? Bias aside...

That's odd, seemed a bit more truthful, but what kind of response would that be? Nothing at all.

"Are you really?" Is what he ends up saying, more baffled than he meant to put out. Perry shrugs, avoiding his gaze. A moment passes as he takes a sip, and running his thumb around the circumference of the tap.

Maybe not really. Perry admits. Just. I'm getting on in years, maybe I'm not fit for any of the fieldwork I used to do in my twenties. Maybe train some recruits, let someone new take my place.

This was the longest, most honest conversation they've had surrounding Perry's career. Even compared to the one surrounding Evelyn's death, almost a decade ago now.

He knows Perry enjoys fieldwork. It's been largely implied he prodigiously excels in it. So had Evelyn. He had never begrudged her for it, not even till her very end.

Lawrence wonders what changed. He doesn't have to for very long.

The honesty in the air makes him bold, almost uncharacteristically so. "This partner of yours," he starts, careful, careful. "Who was he? To you?"

Perry smiles, a small, bitter thing.

He was everything.

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Then one day, Perry comes home and he's...better.

Not a 180, but it's. Close. A noticeably stark difference than how he had been last night that it even puts Phineas off, but only for a moment. Mostly he was just ecstatic.

"Uncle Perry's better!" The boy cheers and giggled, dangled beneath Perry's pit like a sack of fresh loam. Ferb's hanging from the back of his shoulders, kicking happily and trying to pull himself up. The man doesn't seem to notice, or mind, the pain. "He's better! He's better! Candace look!"

Ferb manages to haul himself up to sit and wrap his legs around Perry's shoulders, and Perry grunts, reaching back to help him establish balance as he drops a wiggly Phineas back on his feet to reach his mother, chopping lentils in the kitchen.

"Perry? Oh!" Linda says, surprised as Perry swoops in to plant a kiss on her cheek. She giggles, and pinches his. "Welcome home, you blasted rouge. Are you going to help me with dinner?"

Perry responds by taking over chopping duties, pulling the board closer to himself and stealing away her knife to commence vegetable slicing duties. His speed, and the nonchalance that accompanies it-despite the heavy burden around his shoulders, swinging his legs- was almost terrifying, but Linda barely notices. She's reaching for her phone by the cooking stove, sending her husband a red alert. Perry was whistling.

"I gather you had a pretty good day at work, huh?" She muses, half-serious.

He gives her a cheeky one-shouldered shrug, eyes rolling up. His smile dimples. Maybe.

She's practically burning with curiousity, but knows that now wasn't the time to ask. "Well, I'm making braised chicken. Why don't you help me with the asparagus? Ferb, sweetie, you want to get down and help me with seasoning the chicken breast?"

"Oh, but mom!! Asparagus makes Ferb farts so stinky!" Phineas complains.

"It also makes your farts stinky, mister. Now go help Perry pre-heat the oven."

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After dinner, Lawrence drops by again. In contrast to the state of things when the trouble began, his room is well-lit, and instead of resting, Perry's at his desk with his reading glasses, and a stack of documents he folds and puts away, out of sight, before he lets Lawrence in with a warm chitter.

As if the last few days never happened at all.

Lawrence has been witness to something like this a few times before, but it never gets any less off-putting, to realize he was so distant from the heat of things -the state, the conflict- and being privy only to the resolution.

Perry had been cheated on, by a man who meant everything. And now?

"Just wanted to check on how things were going." He says, closing the door behind him. "The kids were telling me you're feeling a lot better."

Perry, confoundingly, began to blush, looking down at his pen, rolled and fidgeted between his fingers. I am, he tells Lawrence. Wish I could say it was a huge misunderstanding, even if it was, a little bit. We just never put it into words, what we were, and I think it never occurred to us how much it would hurt, for him to have done what he did.

Perry put down his pen, picked it back up again, uses it to scratch the back of his nape as he looks at Lawrence a little bashfully. Then he puts the pen back down. It surprised me too, that I took to it as bad as I did. What we had was something...special. I didn't realize...

Lawrence looked at him intensely, arms crossed. When he determines Perry had nothing else to say, he asked -what he knew to be- the most important question of all. "And did he apologize?"

Perry smiles. It dimples. This time, it's directed at Lawrence himself, instead of a special man in the distant mind. He did. Perry signs.

"And he meant it?"

As much as he could.

"Well," Lawrence proclaims brusquely. He's trying to sound stern, but the undeniable lovesick smile on Perry was contagious. "So long as he doesn't do it again...,"

Oh, Perry signs ominously. He won't.

Lawrence finally lets himself smile, echoing the childish joy on his brother-in-law's face. "Well," he chuckles. "Then I suppose that's all that matters, doesn't it?"

Perry concedes with an affectionate roll of his eyes, but when Lawrence comes forward to hug him, he returns it right back tenfold.

Thank you, he signs meaningfully.

"You're family, Perry." Lawrence replies, with a shake of his head. "What slights you is a slight to all of us, and your joy is ours. Family sticks together."

It's an old catchphrase of a woman long gone, beyond what's left of her in both their hearts, and Perry tears up. Though he plays it off with a dismissive sniffle, and a bump of their shoulders.

You can be just as insufferable as she was. He signs, more affectionately than he wants to pretend to be. His tone shifts, grows bashful again.

Lawrence, he signs. Slow, hesitant. Do you think....if things ever....and I brought him over to meet...would you...like...?

The implications of Perry's broken up request was as strong as a punch to his gut, and Lawrence fears he might have lost his cool in his eagerness. "Of course we will!" He restrains himself to a stage whisper. He fears he would wake the neighbourhood in excitement, otherwise. "Perry, of course we will. I'll...we'll be honoured, my boy."

He means it too, and Perry could tell. His smile was blinding, and his blush had spread brighter than his skin tone, all across the bridge of his nose. You have to be cool about it. He makes Lawrence promise.

"Oh, totally." Lawrence reassures him. He's putting it on a little bit, on account of it making Perry laugh. "Chill. 100 percent-o. Call me liquid nitrogen the fact that I am lighter than air. I am pre-emptively cooling a block of ice. Call me Fro-zone the way I'm-,"

Get out, Perry demands. Barely. He's also doubled over in laughter. Oh my god, just get out before you make me regret this.

"Getting out!" Lawrence complies with a salute, and dashes out the room. He can still hear Perry chuckling as he closes the door behind him. His cheeks ache from his grin. All better, indeed.

Flushed with triumph and good tidings, he embarks on a mission to find his wife and share the wonderful news.

#heinz doofenshmirtz #perryshmirtz #human perry #phineas and ferb #choice of fic

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hoardingpuffin · 7 days ago

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I once again have to sing the praises of "Scrooge" [2022]. It's genuinely my favourite adaption of "A Christmas Carol" and I read the original every year and have done so for ages now.

First of all: I love the cast. Luke Evans as Scrooge, Johnny Flynn as Bob Cratchitt, Fra Fee as Nephew Fred, or Harry in this version, Olivia Coleman as Ghost of Christmas Past, Trevor Dion Nicholas as Ghost of Christmas Present and Jonathan Pryce as Jacob Marley. Each of them is amazing. So are of course all the side character actors.

Secondly: I love how sassy and introverted and I do not want to interact with humans ever unless absolutely nessecary Ebenezer is. I love his little quips. He is the definition of skrunkly.

Third: The way the arrival of Marley is foreshadowed for the first chunk of the film through the blue flame and blue ice crystals, and then the detail of the coins on Marley's eyes that are also flaming blue. I love that design choice.

Fourth: Speaking of design choices - so much in this film is beautifully designed. There are chain details everywhere, on Scrooge's balcony, on his clothes, chains that are looser in his youth and tighter in age. Past, who is often depicted as a light or candle, is shaped out of yellow beeswax. Present is a glittery drag king, who turns charred and fiery as he becomes Future. It's beautiful. I am obsessed. [though they really should have done without the Cheeries/Meanies [the small creatures. They were a bit annoying and useless]

Fifth: They show Scrooge as shutting out his feelings out of habit and misguided attempts of protecting himself from the start. Even before his first song we see hints of it - him regretting docking Bob's pay as he sees Tiny Tim's coughing fit, the sadness that befalls him seeing a happy couple, the way he seems to almost punish himself with the engraving inside his pocket watch. It's not that the ghosts magically make him realize greed and antisocialness are bad, they help him onto a path of a healthier way of coping and of no longer bottling up - or chaining up, if you will - his trauma and grief and emotions.

Sixth: The way they focus on Tiny Tim. He is so central to the film, we see his impact on his family and on Scrooge, especially since he mirrors Bob, and Bob mirrors his own father, whilst Scrooge mirrors Jacob. It's a cycle that Evenezer chooses to break - and not for his own sake. Usually, he reaches his breaking point where he begs for his life when he sees his own headstone. "Scrooge" takes a different approach that I personally think is much more impactful: Scrooge reaches his breaking point when he sees Tim's grave. He begs not for his own life, he begs for Tim's. He wants to save an innocent child, knowing he has the power to do it, to protect Tim from the fate his little sister Jen and he himself suffered - and that is what he begs for the opportunity to do. This is my favourite part of the film. I feel like way too often we take the "I shall honour Christmas" part of "A Christmas Carol" too literally. It's not about Christmas. It's about empathy. Selflessness. Care. Forgiveness.

I know not everybody liked this film. I know people called it silly, childish, even "not christmassy" [which. Again. "A Christmas Carol" is not about Christmas. It takes place on Christmas.] But personally, it's my favourite adaption of the book. Even more so than "A Muppets Christmas Carol". Of course it is sillier than some adaptions, since the target audience are families with children. But silly is not nessecarily a bad thing. I think it remains faithful to the spirit [no pun intended] of the original story and does it justice. It is my favourite adaption to date.

#ebenezer scrooge #scrooge 2022 #scrooge a christmas carol #a christmas carol #Christmas Carol #i love this film so much. can you tell?

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beach-bears-surfer-girl · 2 months ago

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INTRO POST// ABOUT ME!

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𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕥-𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥…

My name is Punky! (they/she/he) I’m a 19 year old nostalgia-loving quirky dude known for my obsession with a certain surfer bear. You can find me on most other socials under the username Punkydile!

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I created this blog to yap about my obsessions and occasionally post art. My art trades are always open, and so are my DMs! I am not generally a fan of the animatronic community, but I enjoy the Tumblr side of things. This is a drama-free zone.

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My account is basically a Beach Bear fan page at this point. He is my favorite character of all time and extremely important to me.

Some of my other interests include: Disney, Pixar (I love Monsters Inc and Toy Story), animals (specifically bats, dinosaurs & reptiles), fursuits/costume making, Halloween stuff, oddities, cartoons, and psychology (I am currently a psych major in college.)

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Boundaries:

✅ drawing my fursona or my Beach Bear design, asking to be mutuals, tagging me in posts, submitting any questions in my ask-box, messaging me (please be aware when messaging, I am an adult!) I prefer not to consistently talk to anyone under the age of 16-18, just because I’m 19 and prefer having friends closer to my age or older.

❌ bringing up or engaging in drama, asking for animatronic restoration updates, spamming, others who self ship with Beach Bear (thin ice, might still follow/interact, nothing against you I am just autistic lol.) I got attached to him during a rough patch in my life about 4ish years ago and as a result I can be possessive. That being said, other Beach Bear self shippers are completely valid, I just prefer not to interact!

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In November of 2022 I purchased and am currently still in the process of restoring a Beach Bear animatronic. I have full intent to collect a whole Rock-afire band and I’m well on my way to doing so. I’ll post animatronic updates once in a blue moon!!

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‼️I am a (non-sharing) self shipper!‼️

My main squeeze is Beach Bear (obviously) and you may have seen him drawn with my fursona, a pink bat named Starr Flynn. Starr is a representation of myself and she’s a very special character to me. If you don’t like self-shippers, DNI. Cringe culture is dead and I like having fun!

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Art by ferret_tea ^^

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If you made it to the end, wow thx for reading all that 💙

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#intro post #get to know me!#rock afire #punky rambling idk

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augment-techs · 2 months ago

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Dustin, Kendall, Flynn, and Jarrod

Dustin:

You'd never believe it, but he's the member of Ninja Storm whose porn history is the kind of thing a person would spend their dying wish begging their closest and most trusted friend to destroy their internet browser history. There is stuff in a folder in the far back of his computer that has videos including real mermaid mating sessions recorded from the same ocean next to the base of Lightspeed Rescue, as well as some troubling stuff that could almost be considered documentary adjacent with Sting Wingers on their home world.

It's pretty gross.

Kendall:

From childhood until age fifteen, she had the tiniest, squeakiest little voice that made her sound like an animated mouse. This was the source of an excessive amount of bullying until she finally hit puberty and she was suddenly bombarded with so many admirers that she almost had a breakdown.

Flynn:

Is the first dude that Scott ever hooked up with when he got drunk prior to the Rangers gaining Ziggy and Dillon. And, tempting as it was in the aftermath to realize he was bisexual for Scott to flirt, court, or have a one night stand with Dillon--Flynn held his whole heart and nothing was sexier than seeing the Scotsman in a kilt.

Jarrod:

In the aftermath of returning to training with Casey as his new teacher, he became an absolute and total SIMP for Camille. Buying her roses and taking her on dates like picnics, bowling, the movie theaters--even ice skating; which he was utterly terrible at.

But that's okay, because holy fucking shit that lights her up like a lightning strike.

#Jarrod #power rangers jungle fury #Flynn McCallister #power rangers rpm #kendall morgan #power rangers dino charge #dustin brooks #power rangers ninja storm #boom! comics power rangers #headcanons #ask fill #prompt fill

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casmick-consequences · 1 month ago

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"hear me out" cake but it's just me putting them in a tumblr post lmao

#1: The curvy mug from Patently Stupid in Jackbox Party Pack 5

#2: Kowalski from Penguins of Madagascar

#3: Fungus Maximus from Barbie Mermaidia

#4: Speaking of Mermaidia; Bibble but ONLY SPECIFICALLY when he eats the sexy voice berry

#5: The elf receptionist from Shrek 2 (the most reasonable one in this list probably)

#6: Leviathans from Supernatural (what that mouth do)

#7: The bell from the Taco Bell logo

#8: The harp

#9: The "K" in Kellogg's

#10: Flynn from Ice Age: Continental Drift

These are just some of them. If you want to see more, let me know skdjskjds

#hear me out #hear me out cake #ice age #supernatural #barbie #shrek #jackbox #what else do i even tag here lmao

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shaunoftheautism · 2 years ago

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Forgot I can like, post on here and stuff.

#ice age #ice age meme #blue sky studios #manny ice age #diego ice age #sid the sloth #scrat ice age #ellie ice age #buck wild #ice age buck #shira ice age #crash and eddie #granny ice age #scratte #brooke ice age #ice age baby #captain gutt #flynn ice age

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cofa · 3 months ago

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#shitpost #Ice age 4 #Flynn ice age #ice age continental drift

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gamerseal · 3 months ago

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If games based off of preexisting properties count, then I would like to mention that there is a elephant seal character in Ice Age Arctic Games called Flynn

Games with seals in them day 87

Ice Age: Continental Drift - Arctic Games

#daily #seals #video games #pinnipeds #ice age arctic games

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sainthughes · 2 months ago

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→ INTRODUCING SAINT HUGHES

in character

Name: Saint Hughes

Faceclaim: Rome Flynn

Gender & Pronouns: Cismale / He & Him

Age: 30.

Birthday: January 14, 1994

Occupation: Gymnast / works part time @ fit & toned at the front desk

Neighborhood: Midtown

biography

Saint Hughes, the second of the Hughes sibling, was an unexpected pregnancy but regardless, a welcomed one. The masc was born January 14th, 1994 to his parents, Erica and Timothy Hughes. From the moment the boy was able to walk, he followed his brother around like he hung the moon and the stars. As far as he was concerned, he was the best thing that life gave him and someone that he really looked up to. That was, until his parents allowed her to pick up something that he allowed her more time out of the house. Thinking back now, he assumed they probably did that in order to give Axel some sort of space from his little brother. Though, maybe they just knew that he was destined for greatness. That being, gymnastics. It was something he caught onto pretty fast and it was something he wanted to do pretty constantly.

At a young age, he started competing in gymnastic competitions, ones that he won and that landed him both metals and trophies. His journey was eventually thrown off due to an accident that his parents were involved in. Losing his father at 8 wasn’t something he ever expected would happen and he was devastated by the loss and in addition to his loss, their mother couldn’t remember who he or Axel were, which made the blow that much more devastating. In turn, he began to look up to his brother as his parent figure, despite the two of them being young.

He never really thought he was going to dive back into gymnastics, especially since his dad seemed to be that person that was always the one that was in the stands cheering him on but he found that even at his age, he didn’t have anything to look forward to. So, even though his dad was gone, he pulled his leotards out and started where he left off. He was rusty, of course, but with the right coach, he got back to where he was and continued to excel.

At some point, he found himself doing his school work online and he was practically home schooled so that he was able to attend competitions, which eventually landed him a place in performing in the olympics at the age of 20. He managed to get a silver metal and despite that being a huge deal, he still wanted to be on top. He trained for the next olympic competition but unfortunately did not place due to a technicality. He did, however, land himself in the next one at the age of 28, where he landed on his leg wrong and broke his leg in two places, which disqualified her from competing. He was heartbroken with the news but he knew there was absolutely no way he would be able to compete in her condition. His injury sent her to physical therapy and before that, he’d been on a walker while he was healing. Unfortunately, while all of this was happening, his girlfriend that was an assistant coach for another team, decided that this was all too much for her and ended things between them. Not only was he dealing with the heartache of not being able to compete but also with losing his girlfriend.

His leg is healed at this point but due to her need for someone to care for him when he was injured, he had to move in with Axel, which he appreciated immensely. Now, while working part time at the gym as the front desk associate, he works toward getting himself back to where he was so that she can compete and hopefully receive the gold metal he’s worked so hard for.

RANDOM THINGS

most assume he's gay due to his involvement in gymnastics

has a pet turtle named greg

is lowkey addicted to iced coffee

self care & skin care is a HUGE part of his routine

listens to motivational podcasts

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