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anonymous asked:

Dear Best Friend

Dear Best Friend,

We’re been through so much, where do I begin? You’re amazing (no pun intended) and I couldn’t choose a better person to save my life. With all I do, all my flaws, all my…everything, actually–you’re still here by my side. Even though I deny it, I love you man. You saved my life. Without you, I don’t know where I would be. I wouldn’t have YouTube, internet, friends. Hell, I would be some depressed fuck living in the darkness of his room eating his weight in Maltesers. You make me happy, you make me smile, and you know me better than anyone else. Don’t change who you are, Phil. Never. Stay smiling, never be sad, and keep being the Phil I know and love.

Your friend, 


Any Other Name (47): Smoke

God,” Shizuo groans as he takes the lead into Izaya’s apartment, barely pausing to kick his shoes off inside the door. “That was awful.”

“It was not,” Izaya says to his shoulders as he follows somewhat more sedately and lets the door swing shut behind him. “I know glaring must be physically taxing but surely you can handle a few hours of looking intimidating.”

“It wasn’t what I was doing,” Shizuo tells him, pacing across the floor of the apartment as if he’s trying to work off a full day’s worth of nervous energy instead of that pent up over the few hours of negotiation from which they have just returned. “They all looked like they were ready to pull a knife on you at a moment’s notice.”

“They did,” Izaya agrees. He braces himself against the wall one-handed, toing his shoes off with more care than Shizuo showed to his own; when he moves forward it’s more slowly, too, so by the time he’s made it to the edge of the couch Shizuo’s walked the distance to the far bookshelf and had pivoted to start his journey back. “They might have if things had gone differently.”

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