Best backstory. (x)
You know…for a second there…his head shape led me to believe he could be Phineas’s father.
NO BUT THAT WOULD EXPLAIN WHY PHINEAS IS SO INVENTIVE OH MY GOD
I’d like to point out that Phineas has an older sister, Candace. Now, I’m not entirely sure, but I believe they canonically are from the same father. This would mean that not only did Linda do the do with Dr. Doof, she did it twice.
I’LL USE MY FORNICATORNATOR TO CONQUER YOUR THIGH STATE AREA.
FUCK THAT LAST POST IM DEAD
Except Dr. Doof has a daughter Candace’s age. And was married at the time. So in order to be Candace’s father (and Phineas’s) he would have been cheating on his wife.
these are a few of my favorite things►tv shows - avatar: the last airbender
↳"My grandmother used to tell me stories about the old days, a time of peace when the Avatar kept balance between the Water Tribes, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation, and Air Nomads. But that all changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Only the Avatar mastered all four elements. Only he could stop the ruthless firebenders. But when the world needed him most, he vanished."
#i didn’t realize until exactly this moment#that these are actually tiny shorts over tights#and not just very tights-ish pants with a weird seam detail#i feel like the world is brand new#my eyes are open#colors are more vivid#there is a god#captain America#booty booty booty (via bewaretheides315)
Played 199 times.
But the most special are the most lonely
God, I pity the violins
I like following the rules and do what’s expected of me. It makes me feel nice.
Respected is not how I f e e l.
I remember being at a shoreline, watching a little grey fish heave itself up on the beach and an older brother saying, “don’t step on that fish, Castiel. Big plans for that fish.”
Pepper Potts + Iron Man 1 Lines
I would like a vodka martini, please. Very dry, with olives. A lot of olives. Like, at least three olives.
it’s g u s h i n g r e d .
In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk
very little yet enjoy a position over those who
offer up their work and their selves to our judgment.
We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write
and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face
is that, in the grand scheme of things, the average
piece of junk is more meaningful than our criticism
designating it so.
But there are times when a critic truly risks something,
and that is in the discovery and defense of the new.
Last night, I experienced something new, an
extraordinary meal from a singularly
To say that both the meal and its maker have
challenged my preconceptions is a gross
understatement. They have rocked me to
my core. In the past, I have made no secret
of my disdain for Chef Gusteau’s famous motto:
Anyone can cook.
But I realize that only now do I truly understand
what he meant. Not everyone can become
a great artist, but a great artist
can come from anywhere.
It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than
those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau’s,
who is, in this critic’s opinion, nothing less than
the finest chef in France. I will be returning
to Gusteau’s soon, hungry for more
— Anton Ego