#seizethesummer

This time of year is a time when I would have been with the people I know and love, and I miss swapping tales with you all. And you know what? I would raise a glass of limeade slushie with you, wherever you are. It's not the right season, it's not the right temperature, but I for one want to defy expectations.

-Phineas Flynn (fictive)

@seizethesummer​ asked: Question Starters: 'You Awake?' (From Insomniac Dale)

Question Starters

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Melody sat within her cap not in deep slumber like she desired, but instead staring at her cupule bed and grazing the edges with a claw. It was all she could stand to do at the moment to try and lose consciousness again—she wasn’t in the mood to hum herself a tune, and she didn’t want to take a walk. There was no telling if the scary subjects of her dream were lurking close by in the dark...

Dale’s arrival to give her a nudge took her surprise, wings raising for a second in alarm, but she quickly relaxed at the sight of the chipmunk.

-Phineas Flynn (fictive)

I should say something about the funky little guy who I coexisted with for so long. It feels wrong not to honor him with my thoughts and memories of a time long past before I make peace with circumstances how they are now, in my mind. If anyone deserves joy and admiration, it's Perry. With every fiber of his soft pelt made of teal.

Perry, you know you were the coolest pet, ever. Before I was even aware of your secret agent persona. You had an opposable tail and nifty electrolocative senses! That's undeniably cool. Things being as self aware and drastically different as they are now have completely shaken my perception in ways that aren't just about your being an awesome spy guy. I don't know if you think much of me at all anymore, but when I think of you out there having your own life now, I think about how small and inadequate my picture of you really was. If I never really knew you at all, how could I say that I was your friend? I'm having trouble describing who we were to each other, definitely not who we are now. Any memories I have of you or longing for your comfort feel so hollow, outdated like it's forbidden for me to visit them anymore. It's too infantilizing to you for me to call you pet names and play silly games with you because, that's what it is. Silly. How should I be thinking about you now? You're so much more grand than I ever knew. You've rappelled out of helicopters and traveled the globe, dove through water pipelines filled with treacherous traps like it was your morning coffee routine and you averted so many disasters by lunchtime. You were there for the family, kept a watchful eye on everybody in Danville for that matter, yet the part we as your family played for you loses its luster by comparison. There were always barriers to authenticity between us, so as a consequence I don't really know you at all. I'm sorry if I ever made you feel small or mundane, I was tossing popcorn kernels at your nose when you're worthy of so much more dignity and reverence.

I'm trying to think what I have to offer, now that we're in our respective reality and our paths cross at moments like this letter to you. I would swallow my sadness and give you a hug if you ever needed it, even if my job as pet guardian is moot now, I would still want you to be well cared for. The Phineas you know might have even given you pet names like Perrbear. (I promise you never have to hear another little nickname from me again!)

I really do miss you, buddy. The world is so magical with you in it.

-Phineas Flynn (fictive)

@seizethesummer​ asked: 🗣 (Dale was my first thought because he could use a confidence boost but anybody that Mel has thoughts for, we're all ears!)

What Does Melody Think of YOU?

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“Oh, Dale! Dale, Dale, Dale!” She spins round on one foot! “I’m always so happy to talk with him, to be with him. He’s loud and fun, and warm and kind too.”

“If I had a team like his, where it was our responsibility to help and rescue people, then I would be grateful to have him on it—someone who does his best to lift everyone’s spirits. I hope he knows that: that he’s an important part.”

@seizethesummer​​ asked: Phineas was about to open the hardcover book in his arms when he realized that Mel with her acorn cap was sitting atop it. At first he was going to take the acorn cupule in his hand and set it aside, thinking it had fallen from a tree somewhere, but halted when he saw movement from the fly and instead lifted the book slightly to eye level. "Is that- is that a fly stuck in an acorn or a fly wearing an acorn hat?" In his scrutiny he was tilting both the book and his head in order to see such a tiny curiosity, not intending to make it harder for Mel to stand, but his interest got the best of him! (Sorry Melody)

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Melody had been sitting on said book for a little too long, and before she knew it she began to lose any sense of the world around her and dozed off right where she sat. She tried to fight it to not get too lost in her slumber, taking up a wing in her claws and brushing it down. It was far from bedtime just yet!

She could only just begin to freeze her brushing at the sense something was wrong when the surface she sat on shifted downward, a voice identified her and her cap, and right before her waking eyes—a human!

“WAH!”

Hide beneath your cap! Duck for cover! 

Phineas Flynn (fictive)