phil bloom


SO, these are the last phanarts of 2016!!!

They are two of the moments I love most from a fic which is burning my soul and making it bloom!!! ^^ (more burning though, after the last cliffhanger O++++O) 

It’s Burn and bloom by @jilliancares!!! (YES, horrible pun in the sentence above, she’s the writer, not me! ^^’’’’) It’s an Avatar the last Air bender AU and I LOVE AVATAR. 

So this fic for me it’s ASDFGHJKL!!!! It’s SO GOOD. SO GOOD. Check it out if you haven’t, because it’s amazing. 

‘cause there’s nothing like seein’ each other again
no matter what the distance between
and the stories that we tell will make you smile
oh it really lifts my heart

anonymous asked:

Hey guys! I wanted to read blooming lilacs (I don't care what's in your hair I just want to know what's in your mind) by emejig16. I think they changed URLs? Can u help plz?

Blooming Lilacs  - Phil knows he looks a little rough but he wants everyone, especially his roommate Dan, who is painfully shy but ultimately a giant sweetheart, that he genuinely is a nice person and is always going to be here for what makes him most comfortable.

- Sam

Discovering Blue

Here it is, the promised 100 follower story! Yes, it’s the black and white soulmate AU, where you can only see in black and white until you kiss you soulmate. I know, I know, it’s been done a million times, but I liked the idea.

Genre/AU: Black and white soulmate AU, fluff, a bit of angst but it’s not much. Oneshot.

Summary: Dan is stuck in his boring, black and white world of annoying girls and parents who just don’t understand (it’s not a phase, mom!)… that is, until a new kid appears at school.

Word Count: 2,285 oops I got a little carried away

Warnings: A leeeeetle bit of angst and much stereotype many overdone wow

Other tags: black and white AU, soulmate AU, high school phan

(btw this is written in first person, idk I thought it would fit better. It’s a little different so let me know if you like it or not)

Ever since I was a little kid, I had always been fascinated by the idea of seeing in color. Of course, I had only ever seen in what my parents called “black-and-white”, so I really had no clue what I was missing, but I wanted to see it anyways. It sounded so amusing; strawberries being a different shade than blueberries, and lemons being different from limes, though they all looked the same to me.

I started looking for my soulmate early. Of course, in the beginning I never wanted to really find my soulmate- I just wanted to see the fun color my parents love so much. I would go around kissing everyone on the playground, testing to see if anything changed. Of course, it never did, and all that casual kissing just made everyone think I was a freak.

I stopped going around doing that because I realized how creepy it was sometime in primary school, and I figured that I had gone this long without this mysterious “color” in my life, I could go longer. I could wait.

Today was no different. I walked into high school, bumping shoulders with people because, for some reason, if you ever walked anywhere with a hood up you were instantly invisible. That was ok though; I didn’t mind it. Being invisible was interesting, really; I saw things no one else did. I knew who snuck off during classes to make out in the stairwells. I knew who brought razors with them to school and I would take them from their bags when I passed them in the halls. And being invisible meant I wouldn’t have to deal with Pam.

Pam wasn’t mean; no, Pam was just annoying. She followed me around everywhere, clinging to me and talking in her annoying, high pitched voice and laughing like a goddamn horse. She was completely convinced that I was her soulmate, and she wouldn’t lay off it.

Today she caught me right outside of first period English.

“Daaaaaan!!” She squealed, latching onto my arm the second she saw me. I groaned and shook her off.

“How are you today? I’m doing amazing, thanks. Oh, my gosh, how was your weekend? I went ice skating with my family, it was so much fun, we should go ice skating Friday night, what do you say?” She said breathlessly.

“I hate ice skating.” I said, plunking down in my seat.

Her face fell, then immediately brightened. “Oooh! I know, let’s have a picnic! You love picnics, right? I can make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches!”

“I’m allergic to peanut butter.”

“Ok, ham sandwiches?”

“I’m vegetarian.”

She frowned. “Fine, cheese sandwiches?”

“Hey, I think his point is less that he can’t eat that stuff and more that he doesn’t want to eat it with you.” A voice behind her said.

I glanced up to see a tall boy with dark hair smiling down at Pam.

Pam’s mouth fell open. She looked so surprised I couldn’t help but snicker. The boy dropped his book bag into the seat next to mine.

“Hey, I sit there!” Pam said, pointing at gaping indignantly at the seat.

The boy just raised his eyebrows. “Not today.”

Pam scoffed, grabbed her sequined backpack off the floor, and stormed to the other side of the room, throwing her bag into another seat and give a death glare to the girls sitting around her.

I smiled appreciatively at the boy. “Thanks.”

He grinned back. “No problem. Not your type?” I shook my head rapidly and he laughed. “My name’s Phil.” He said, sticking out his hand.

“Dan.” I said, shaking it. “Are you new here? I haven’t seen you around.”

Phil smiled. “Yeah, it’s my first day. Oh, where’s the history classroom? I’ve got that one next but I’ve got no clue where it is.”

“Oh, here, let me see your schedule.” I said, taking the crumpled paper out of his hand. I smoothed it on the table to get a better look at it. “I have history next as well, so I can take you there. Then you’ve got maths, that’s in the other building but I’ve got Photography and the maths room is on the way to that. Looks like we’ve also got French together.”

Phil glanced at the paper, then at me. “Cool, you don’t mind showing me around?”

And as I smiled up at him, I answered honestly; “Not at all.”

After French, we both had lunch, so I brought Phil out to the courtyard with me, where I usually had lunch.

“Wow, this school is just… beautiful.” Phil said, as he looked around the courtyard, and it was true; the area where they were was filled with soft grass, park benches, and flowering trees and bushes. I sneezed and Phil laughed.

“Allergies got you down?” Phil giggles.

I chuckled. “Maybe. But it’s worth it.”

Phil surveyed the courtyard again. “Oh, for sure. Shall we sit? There’s benches everywhere.” He said, pointing to the nearest park bench.

I grimaced a bit. “Well, I don’t like the benches much, actually… Besides, I know a better spot.” I said, smiling a bit.

Phil shrugged. “You know this school better than I do. Lead the way!”

I led Phil through the trees and over a short stone wall into a clearing in a grotto of cherry trees that were mid-bloom. Phil couldn’t help but gape at the gorgeous trees, but I just laughed at his reaction and sat on a bed of the fallen flowers.

“It’s so beautiful…” Phil said, nearly speechless.

Phil smiled. “‘Course it is, otherwise why would we be here? It’s not technically on school grounds, though, so… Shh.” I held a finger to my lips.

“Of course.” Phil plopped down with his cafeteria tray next to me, picking up a blossom and stroking its petals in his hand. “It’s such a shame I don’t have my color yet. I wish I did… My dad once took my mum and I to some woods, and they told me the colors of everything. I think they told me these were something called pink, and the leaves were green… But it all looks the same to me.” Phil said, letting the wind blow away the flower.

I nodded knowingly. “I can’t wait to get my color. There’s a few kids at this school who already have theirs; they’re the lucky ones, I suppose.”

Phil laughed. “And then there’s the ones who are convinced their color is right within their reach, they just need to realize their feelings for each other.”

I put my head in my hands. “Oh, God, don’t get me started on Pam. She’s been convinced since 7th grade that we’re soulmates, and no one can put her off it! But there’s not chance she is, I can’t stand her.”

Phil chuckled, taking a bite of his lunch. “Well, you never know. Sometimes your soulmate is right in front of you, only you don’t realize it yet.”

And when I glanced back over at Phil, something… changed. I suddenly saw a glimpse of something: in Phil’s right eye- there. There was a tiny bit of it, and for just a second, it hadn’t been grey.

I was startled, to say the least. It had to be grey; everything was grey, until you found your color. It was white or black or grey. But for only a second, that tiny piece of Phil’s eye- it hadn’t been any of those.

It was a different color; bright and colorful and shiny and new and fresh and airy. I didn’t know what to think of it.

“Um… Dan?” Phil said, waving his hand in front of my face.

“Huh? Sorry, didn’t catch that.” I said, snapping back into reality.

Phil laughed, his tongue slipping out the side of his mouth. "I asked if the cafeteria food is always this mediocre.”

“Sorry, it is. Today’s a good day for it, actually…” I said, smiling up at Phil.

He shrugged, leaning back on his hands. “Better than my old school.”

I snickered. “Yeah, be glad you didn’t go to our middle school. They had hot dogs there, and they were just awful- there was a running rumor that they were made out of car tires. And when you dropped them, they bounced. Not, like, a little bounce, either; like, two feet in the air.”

“You’re kidding.” He giggled.

“I am not!” I said, lying back with my hands behind my head.

Phil laughed harder, pushing his fringe out of his eyes with one hand. “That’s amazing. I kind of wish we had bouncing hot dogs, it would make lunch much more interesting.” He looked over at me. “Hey, thanks for showing me around today. I really appreciate it, without you I would be totally lost.”

I grinned at him. “No problem.”

I walked Phil home. It wasn’t on the way, but I convinced him it was. I wanted to hang out with him for a bit longer, to be around this boy and get to know him. Besides, I was interested to see if his eyes would change again.

If they did, I didn’t see it. I went home, a bit disgruntled, but still happy. It wasn’t a waste of time if I got to talk to Phil a bit longer. I couldn’t explain what it was about this boy, but he was… different. He was easy to talk to, he shared my weird sense of humor, and he was really nice.

I couldn’t help but smile as I walked back to my house, thinking about the day and the touch of fate that had brought this strange boy into my life.

A week later, and I’m bringing Phil out to the cherry blossom grove for lunch every day. The day after we had eaten there for the first time, I didn’t intend to go back for a bit since my legs were sore and it was a bit of a walk, but Phil pouted until I brought him back, and the smile that lit up his face was worth my aching legs. We had spent quite a lot of time together, actually- the fact that we had nearly every class together didn’t hurt.

“Hey.” Phil poked me with his pencil. “Are you even listening to me?”

I shake my head to clear it. “Sorry, no. What were you saying?”

Phil smiled. “I was saying we should hang out after school, go get ice cream or something?”

“Sounds great!” I smiled, and he grinned back at me before we returned to our schoolwork.

Phil winced as he took another lick of his ice cream. “Note to self- carrot cake is a terrible ice cream flavor. I mean, really, whose idea was this?”

I laughed. “Who knows? Can’t be the same guy that came up with chocolate-vanilla swirl, this stuff is awesome.”

Phil tossed his cone in a garbage bin, then smiled slyly at mine. “If it’s that good, can I have some?”

“No!” I said, pulling my ice cream away from him. “My ice cream.”

“Oh, please? Just a little? Just a taste?” Phil wined, circling around me.

“No!” I giggled.

“Come on, Dan, one bite. One bite, please?”

“Absolutely not.” I laughed.

“Pleeeeeaaaseee?” Phil whimpered, shooting me puppy dog eyes no one could resist.

I sighed and lowered my cone. “Fine. One bite.”

“Yay!” Phil cried, taking a huge bite. “You’re right,” he said as he swallowed, “it really is good.”

“You know, we could go back and get you different ice cream.” I said.

He shrugged. “Yeah, but it tastes so much better when it’s someone else’s.” He grabbed my hand and took another lick.

“Hey!” I said, pulling my cone away from him, but his hand stayed firmly locked on my own.

I looked over at him, a smile playing on my lips, and- there- it happened again.

In his eyes again. There it was again, that… something. It wasn’t grey or black or white. It was that same bright color, that… blue. Soft and piercing at the same time, icy and kind.

I guess I stared a moment too long, because Phil stared back, confused. “Dan? You ok?”

“Oh. Yeah! I’m fine.” I said.

“Are you sure? You looked really shaken there for a second.” Phil said, placing his hand lightly on my shoulder. I glanced down at it.

A tiny patch of his hand was glowing.

Well, not glowing. But it stood out so differently from the rest of his pale grey skin that it might as well have been. This wasn’t the same rich shade I had seen in his hair and his eyes- no, this was lighter and softer-looking. Peach- that’s what my parents had called the color of skin.

Phil shook my shoulder lightly. “Dan?”

I lifted my head and looked straight into his confused eyes, then, in a second, closed the space between us. Noses bumping, lips clashing, eyes shut.

When I pulled away, my whole world had changed in an instant. All I could do was stare.

Trees burst to life before my eyes, leaves becoming hues of gold and yellow and red and green I could only have dreamed of before. Shops had brightly-colored displays and benches that used to be grey were red and yellow.

And Phil; Phil had color brighter than anything I had ever seen.

Black hair so dark it should’ve been impossible, a red shirt, navy jeans, and the most incredible eyes I could even imagine; blue and green and yellow, all whirled together into eyes that looked straight through your soul, into your very being, and yet still were soft and kind and caring.

“Oh, wow.” I breathed. “Isn’t it gorgeous?”

Phil stared at me, baffled. “Isn’t what?“


anonymous asked:

How is being gay not a sin you're a Catholic it's in the Bible so...

Here’s the Catechism excerpt:

2357 Homosexuality refers to relations between men or between women who experience an exclusive or predominant sexual attraction toward persons of the same sex. It has taken a great variety of forms through the centuries and in different cultures. Its psychological genesis remains largely unexplained. Basing itself on Sacred Scripture, which presents homosexual acts as acts of grave depravity, tradition has always declared that “homosexual acts are intrinsically disordered.“ They are contrary to the natural law. They close the sexual act to the gift of life. They do not proceed from a genuine affective and sexual complementarity. Under no circumstances can they be approved.

2358 The number of men and women who have deep-seated homosexual tendencies is not negligible. This inclination, which is objectively disordered, constitutes for most of them a trial. They must be accepted with respect, compassion, and sensitivity. Every sign of unjust discrimination in their regard should be avoided. These persons are called to fulfill God’s will in their lives and, if they are Christians, to unite to the sacrifice of the Lord’s Cross the difficulties they may encounter from their condition.

2359 Homosexual persons are called to chastity. By the virtues of self-mastery that teach them inner freedom, at times by the support of disinterested friendship, by prayer and sacramental grace, they can and should gradually and resolutely approach Christian perfection.

[Emphasis Mine]

Sex for the Catholic comes threefold: Selfless-love, unitive for spouses, and procreative means. Homosexual persons fill two out of three, they can not be procreative thus homosexual acts are sinful, not the state of being.

But for clarification, the way Catholics use homosexuality refers to the acts, not the state of being. Such as Sodom and Gomorrah, the acts are sinful and are equal to “living in a state of hell spiritually.” 

To quote Father Phil Bloom:

 “As far as what Christ requires, the homosexual is in a similar position to anyone who for whatever reason does not get married. Jesus teaches that the only legitimate (genital) use of our sexuality is in marriage. The reason for that teaching is found in Gen 1:27 which Jesus quotes when they asked him about the possibility of divorce: "Male and female he created them.” That may seem like only a simple biological fact, but it has deep theological implications”

And in Persona Humana; Sec 8:

This judgment of Scripture does not of course permit us to conclude that all those who suffer from this anomaly are personally responsible for it, but it does attest to the fact that homosexual acts are intrinsically disordered and can in no case be approved of.

The ACTS are sinful, not the STATE OF BEING. We are meant to love them, as they carry their Cross with constant trial.The Church, infallibly, teaches that we have no clue what causes this and acknowledge they can’t all be personally responsible for it. 

Some will cry out that considering them disordered is wrong and bigoted, but the fact is all people are disordered in some way. This is why our entire nature is disordered due to the Fall of Adam, this is why we sin. 

All people are called to Chastity:

2337 Chastity means the successful integration of sexuality within the person and thus the inner unity of man in his bodily and spiritual being. Sexuality, in which man’s belonging to the bodily and biological world is expressed, becomes personal and truly human when it is integrated into the relationship of one person to another, in the complete and lifelong mutual gift of a man and a woman.

The virtue of chastity therefore involves the integrity of the person and the integrality of the gift.

Because it is the ultimate form of self giving. The whole point of sex is to be selfless and procreative, making a family and giving one’s self to the other. This is representative of God giving Himself for humanity and producing a Holy Church and People. 

Homosexual persons are called to chastity, to love Christ, and to live out the Gospel. They are not in a constant state of sin, but rather choose a sinful life if they act upon their intrinsic disorder, like all people do with different ones. 

We are meant to love the homosexual person, as Christ instituted the commandment:  I give you a new commandment, that you love one another. Just as I have loved you, you also should love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.” – John 13:34-35

TL;DR Being homosexual is not a sinful state according to the infallible teachings of the Catholic Church.

Please Read this for more, and even in the first paragraph it says the desire is not sinful. As Christ Himself was tempted with desire, and He was sinless.

What Happened in Vegas

Summary: History of Dan and Phil’s relationship, from meeting to Vegas to a bit beyond now.

Genre: Mostly fluff, some angst, 1480 words

Warnings: Mentions drinking and homophobia

A/N: Thanks again to nerdinessisawesome for reading this over and encouraging me to actually write these stories.

October 2009
Phil smiled at Dan in the mirror, ecstatic that they finally met. They had just finished filming phil is not on fire, and were doing their best to clean off their cat whiskers. Dan was scrubbing his nose with soapy hands.
“Here,” said Phil, holding out a sponge, “Let me.”
Dan nodded and closed his eyes as he turned towards him. Phil couldn’t help but think about how beautiful Dan looked. Phil softly stroked Dan’s soapy cheek with his hand. Dan’s eyes fluttered open.
“Phil, I-” Dan started stuttering.
“Shhh. I know.” Phil was nervous, but not because he didn’t think Dan wouldn’t like him. He was pretty sure they had mutual crushes on each other since the first Skype call. Phil was scared to mess up what they did have. But he had this chance, he had wanted to do this for so long, and he wasn’t going to pass it up. He pressed his lips softly to Dan’s. It was a sweet kiss that lasted a long time. Once they broke apart, Dan started giggling.
“We’re covered in soap!”
Phil stuck his tongue out. “I think we could be a lot cleaner,” and he grabbed the soap bottle and started squirting at Dan. Their laughter echoed around the bathroom. Phil knew this could bloom into an even more beautiful relationship.

December 2011
Phil sat down on his bed and scrolled through Twitter. He grimaced as he saw tweet after tweet to him and Dan about Phan. Why couldn’t people leave them alone? There was so much pressure to come out, and they were not prepared. He heard a knock at his door.
“Come in.”
Dan slunk in. “Hey. I’ve been wanting to tell you something.”
Phil moved over on his bed, making room for Dan, who took the farthest corner to sit on.
“What’s up, Dan?” Phil prompted him. He looked tired and trodden upon.
“I can’t do this anymore,” Dan said after taking a big breath. “Just turn off my relationship with you in front of everyone. Make sure there isn’t any evidence of us dating in every one of my videos and refilm when there is.” Dan slouched and hugged his knees.
“Do you want to come out then? We can stop hiding.” Phil thought about it, how much simpler it would be, and how nice it would be to not have to worry about accidentally outing himself.
Dan shook his head, and continued where he left off. “I want to break up.”
Phil flinched. Did Dan really want to break up rather than deal with the homophobic people? He saw Dan start to tear up.
“Do you remember when you met me I talked about being bullied for being bi? I thought I was over it, I mean at least I had you and I left school, so I didn’t care about the bullies so much, but I guess the fear never really left me. And the fans won’t stop talking about it, and -” Dan stopped talking and put his hands over his mouth as tears slid down his face.
“Okay,” Phil said. He wanted to go over to Dan and hold him until he stopped crying, but it seemed like Dan didn’t want that anymore. “If that’s what you want.”
Dan nodded and quietly padded out of Phil’s room into his own where he could finish crying. Phil couldn’t believe it. It was over. He closed his laptop and rolled over on his side, trying to sleep with his eyes wide open.

June 2012
Things had been rough the last couple of months. They were still best friends, they were still living together, but everything was different. There were so much silence in the apartment. Nights had turned cold and lonely. Laughter still occurred, but much less often than before. However, when Dan’s grandma gave him two tickets to Las Vegas for his birthday, he didn’t have anyone he wanted to go with more than Phil. Thus, he and Phil rode the plane side by side until it landed in Nevada and they left for their hotel.
Dan looked around in wonder at the bright lights, and Phil felt a pang in his gut. Dan was so gorgeous, and he used to be his. Phil sighed and looked on.

They weren’t that drunk. Just a little tipsy. Sober enough to walk into the elevator and punch their floor number. Phil had his arm around Dan, who was having a little more trouble holding his alcohol than he was. They stumbled into Dan’s room, and Phil dumped him onto his bed, but as he pulled away to head off to his own room Dan muttered something.
“What?” Phil asked as Dan pulled on his hand. If he hadn’t been drinking, he would have been able to stay on his feet, but with the slight pull, he flopped on top of Dan’s bed.
“Stay,” Dan whispered and he snuggled closer to Phil before yawning.
Phil decided he was too tired to get up anyway, so he put his arm around Dan and drifted off to sleep.

Phil woke up when Dan rolled on top of him. All his air left his lungs, and Dan woke up because of the bumpy surface.
Phil lightly pushed Dan off and looked into his eyes.
“Good morning, Phil,” Dan said in a sleepy voice.
Phil groaned. “I feel so hungover. I don’t want to get up.”
“You don’t have to,” Dan said, and he continued, “I’ve realized that I made a stupid mistake. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m sorry for thinking that I could give you up. I love you so much. Will you forgive me? Can we be something again? I don’t care if we’re closeted. I don’t care if we’re out. I just want us to be real.” Dan finished and looked nervously at Phil.
Phil slowly smiled and hugged Dan.

July 2012
Dan was looking over his footage from Vegas. He knew he promised his subscribers a vlog, but he and Phil were so clingy in all the shots. How drunk had they been?!
“Phil!” He called. Phil walked over and came into his room.
“What’s up?”
“I can’t use any of this footage. We won’t let go of each other.” He looked up at Phil and continued, “If you want, we could come out. What do you think?”
Phil hesitated. “I don’t know. I think that there’s a better way to come out than to just release a video where we’re suddenly a couple. I think we should stay where we are until we make a video of us coming out.”
Dan nodded. “But what should I tell everybody? I promised them a video.”
Phil promptly replied, “You can tell them that you lost the footage, I mean vlogs take forever to edit,  long enough for something like that to happen.”
“Sounds good. How should we act around each other in videos then?”
“How about we act natural, you know, at first it might be awkward, but eventually I think we can be really close, and maybe we’ll come out when we’re one hundred percent ready.”
Dan smiled. “Sounds like a plan.”

October 2015
“Ready, Dan?” He nodded.
Phil pressed record on his camera.
“Hey guys! So as you have probably guessed from the title of the video, Dan and I are dating.”
“More like Phil and I are engaged,” Dan said, showing off his ring to the camera.
Phil smiled at him, so happy they could finally do this, and continued, “We were tired of hiding from you guys, and we decided it was time to tell you.”
“We thought marriage would be harder to hide than dating, and we thought we should be the ones to tell you.  We didn’t want leaked photos or anything.”
“And while we’re talking about this, we also just want to say that it gets better to any of the LGBTQIA+ people who are having difficulties.”
Dan smiled and said, “Back at school when people found out I was bi, I was bullied pretty horribly. But now, I couldn’t be happier. I’m with the love of my life, and I have a whole bunch of accepting friends, and I’m so glad I stayed strong when I was younger. It does get better.”
“Yeah. I always knew that I was interested in girls and boys, and even though it was difficult to come out to my friends, I did it, and was much better off because of it.”
“Thank you guys so much for understanding and being  supportive. We love you so much.”
They smiled at the camera and said goodbye. Once Phil turned off the camera he faced Dan.
“We just need to edit and upload,” Phil said.
Dan stood up and hugged his fiance. “I’m so excited.“

humhowellelujah  asked:

Hey do you guys have a list of some flower shop au fics? Those are really cute. Thanks x

nah but i’ll make a list!

Flower Shop AUs

I Dare You to Love Me Dan owns a popular flower shop and has more of a passion for flowers than he does for people. That is, until Phil stumbles into his shop - and consequently into his life as the two develop a fast friendship and Dan finds himself all but infatuated with him. But there’s a problem: Phil’s engaged and Dan is the florist for his wedding. And even more complications arise when Phil begins questioning everything he’s ever known about love - and himself - when he realizes that the path to true love isn’t always… straight.

The Flower Shop Punk Dan is a bratty teenager who gets a job at a flower shop to try and buy an overpriced pair of shoes. However plans change as he grows close to the owner of the shop who is ten years older than him, and covered head to toe in tattoos.

Flower Boy Dan wanders into the flower shop Phil works at after being stood up.

In Bloom Meet Phil Lester, heir to ‘Lester’s family florists’. Now meet meet Dan Howell, 23 year old rule breaker and owner of ‘Grizzly Bear’, the tattoo parlour that just so happens to be next door.

And then there’s Pastels and Wedding Plans Phil Lester is a ball of sunshine wedding planner hired to coordinate Winston Howell’s wedding. It’s a big job, so Winston offers up the help of his younger brother, Dan Howell. [not a flower shop, but still flowers n stuff]