sushi dan

Happy Birthday Dan!

So @danielhowell, you said your wish for your birthday was to be alone and eat a lot of food. Since I can neither send you a cake nor teleport you to a deserted island, i drew you in a swimming pool surrounded by delicious food. Have a fantastic day!

(No reposting please; reblogging is appreciated of course ♥)

february 2017 - dan and phil


first week (1-7): still up on the isle of man for phil’s birthweek! phil goes on a pleasant walk on the beach. accompaniment confirmed by dan howell (and martyn and cornelia). dan fell or something while trying to be an aesthetic hoe (a sprained wrist and knee? sorry my honeybee). dan posts another pic from iom and i don’t know why i’m crying in the club right now? (also he posted a flop of it on twitter…whatever). phil liveshow! (highlights: birthday present haul includes cool shoes from martyn, sock book, rewined candle, cool beetle jumper from parents, sushi gummies from dan (nostalgia from tatinof uk), firefly on blu-ray, terrarium, big lava lamp from dan, basically just spent a lot of time walking on the seaside and stuff for his bday celebrations, dan falling was hilarious and also genuinely concerning, “He’s a tall guy so it’s a long way to fall,” magic 8 ball predicted that a dog is on the horizon ???!!!!???!!!, if he does anything interesting he’ll do more day in the lifes??!!!!?!). another seaside walk picture plz stop. new gaming video: Dan vs. Phil: QUICK DRAW! phil gives us a relaxing video of the lava lamp dan gave him. nailbaiting occurred by phil. dan and nathan zed interacted and i ascended. phil takes pictures of dan a lot and dan likes posting them (aka dan lays on the floor trying to script). new danisnotonfire video: MY EVIL PIANO TEACHER (aka dan playing the piano thank god). phil still has jingle bells stuck in his head. dan liveshow! (highlights: sweaty and sensual dan ://, they help each other film because setting up tripods is for losers when you have your own person, they cried laughing filming the piano video, dan was excited about this sext marcus butler sent him from this video but then realized it was a joke, phil’s birthday week has extended until forever, dan dramatically fell and talked about it for five minutes, has hamilton tickets, he might rebrand to Dan Howell on youtube wow plz, he went to the dentist :/). 

second week (8-15): dan and phil hang out with zoe and meerkats as her wish for make a wish foundation! new gaming video: IS IT PAINFUL TO DIE?! - Dan and Phil play Google Feud #2. phil liveshow! (highlights: dan got phil a signed nude of david boreanaz, when they saw manchester by the sea a man tripped into dans popcorn oops, wow! there were three gas leaks in their house! it’s like the universe is trying to say something! *cough* move, if there are more gas leaks they will have to leave the house for three weeks and they would probs go on holiday…japan plz.., phil has pretty houseplants with pretty flowers, he bought a fluffy coat, loved the meerkats, petbaiting). cute australia pic (i wish i was that kanga). new phil icon which has effectively made me dead? (also accompanying pic) new gaming video: DIL GETS A FREEZE RAY. dan gets wet and sticky with phil in phils bedroom. new amazingphil video: Dan and Phil PASTEL EDITS IN REAL LIFE! (i dont know how to feel? i have been overwhelmed). also dan calls phil hubby but like not really but also really and… why. phil wishes us a happy valentines day with a sloth. dan liveshow! (highlights: i don’t really know dan destroyed gender roles and wore a grey wig and a flower crown and tried to scrape off his tattoos just watch the video plz). another australia selfie :( another belated birthday meal for phil but he ate moss that was attached to his drink (is he just gonna keep turning 30 forever jeez). 

third week (16-23): phil’s parents come to london to visit (no phil liveshow) but during their next liveshows they confirm they saw book of mormon again with the in-laws *cough* parents. new gaming video: IS THIS THE END? Dan and Phil play THE IMPOSSIBLE QUIZ! #6 (twas a good one). there are seagulls outside phil’s windows (side note: hector aka shitty watercolour made a painting of it and the livestream of it was good not that anyone cares). phil spent his weekend watching time lapses of cats when they are home alone. dan threw an entire salad out (aka his agenda to force phil to eat pizza and not get healthy even though phil has signed up for the gym and gone jogging i hate him). new gaming video: HORSE BOYFRIEND SIMULATOR?! - Dan and Phil play: My Horse Prince. phil is a bad lurker irl #confirmed as he tried to watch a couple argue but it didn’t work out that well. dan said chicken instead of ordering coffee at starbucks and now he can’t go to that one anymore. also on the same day someone spotted dan and phil out on a bus wow. dan and phil were watching a property show (moving? stay woke) and saw their merch. dan liveshow! (highlights: pastel beanie: on, curly hair: worn, dick: out, i am forcibly removed from the liveshow, he said chicken because of the cow and chicken theme song stuck in his head what a weirdo, he has a cheeky idea for a video thats important but not really and he doesnt know if hes ready :), he has realized he could murder someone because he just spaces out aka the salad event, they forgot to paint their nails and put in earrings for the pastel edits video wow thats great, asmr, he loves moonlight thank god, he and phil play sing star and are only good at toxic and muse, his reblogs on tumblr don’t mean anything, he had a very long shower). phil keeps buying weird things for their home. phil liveshow! (highlights: storm doris, had a haircut in his house again and it goes without saying dan got one too, liveshow haul, he froze younow is philphobic, seven exo planets and countless universes! phil is so smart, final fantasy is too long for dapg, excited for the oscars, and then that’s it because phil likes to keep his liveshows short). 

week four (24-28): oops i counted the days wrong this week is too short, dan is a sad pimp, new gaming video: BATTLE OF THE BALLS - Dan vs. Phil: Golf With Friends. phil had a cozy day and ate cookies. dan believes moonlight should win for best film as it is the most important (thenks dan howell for my life). phil tries to stay up for the oscars but fails and dan lets us all know. “at least i didn’t fuck up as hard as the 2017 oscars envelope guy”, new gaming video: DIL BURNS THE PANCAKES - Dan and Phil Play: Sims 4 #36, dan didn’t have a liveshow because younow was broken

a nice month. what in februation

I wouldn’t mind..

I honestly wouldn’t mind if someone wanted to be my internet friend? I wouldn’t mind random late skype calls or staying up/ waking up early to catch up with different time zones? I wouldn’t mind sending funny pictures? I wouldn’t mind staying by your side and listening when you have hard times? I wouldn’t mind laughing until my stomach hurt over jokes that really aren’t that funny. If you like any of the things/people I put in the tags, don’t be afraid to message me :)

anonymous asked:

Hey, Sea. Would you mind if I asked to hear what you seem to take from Louis' body language/facial expressions during his "denial" of Larry for DW (S*N). I find it a bit transparent, but since you go more in depth, I'd like to know what you think about it.

I finally watched this bit of theater. So, here it goes:

1. This wasn’t the first take, I don’t think. Louis is talking fast, the words tumble out, the ideas come one after the other. It’s been scripted; that’s why it’s on video rather than live. The gestures seem rehearsed and acted. “Obviously” with the eye roll, holding up an iPhone when he says “iPhone”– who does that in real life? It’s a sit-com, “acting,” gesture… it’s what you see television actors do (even comedic movie actors don’t do this because it’s transparent and clichéd). Louis appears annoyed– not annoyed at the question, just annoyed that he has had to do this segment multiple times, maybe.

2. The lack of eye contact throughout. The way he says “people I love, such as Eleanor.” It’s weird. Isn’t she the only one who should feel disrespected, at the moment? To lump her into a group seems– very formal, very stand-off-ish. For example, if my husband said, “A birthday was given to me by people I love, my wife, for example,” when I was the only one who threw him the party? It’s just odd.

3. Why not just straightaway say, “I know people enjoy ships, but it’s not real and never has been real. I’m so sorry. We’re just good friends.”? Done. Put to rest. Instead this talk of conspiracies– which is very reminiscent of 1DHQ. And the “genuinely.” Reminds me of “some people genuinely think…” Seems like we know who wrote the script.

Anyway those are the few things I noticed. Dan is a vomit basin and smells like bad sushi.


There’s something to be said about early mornings. She doesn’t have many charitable things to mention about it–waking up before noon is considered a sin in her eyes–but there’s something…peaceful about the pre-dawn mornings in Los Santos.

Maybe it’s the stillness outside, birds barely begun to wake and few cars blaring their horns miles below their high rise penthouse. Or maybe it’s the pale sunlight just beginning to filter in through their blinds, casting the room in a soft, washed out hue. Or maybe it’s just the stillness around her–Penny and the cats sleeping restfully, furry limbs strewn across all corners of the bed, alarms all mercifully shut off and electronics set to their dimmest settings, her boys sound asleep, the only noises coming from them snuffles and Dan’s soft snoring. She grins.

She can’t say she expected to find herself in this position. When she had moved to Los Santos all those years ago, she’d been a naive girl with her eyes set on grandeur, with some hope of erasing her past as she took the city by storm. She scoffed at the concept of love, weaponized the idea and used it to her advantage on marks, knowing exactly what her red hair and a gorgeous backless gown did to those with weaker resolve. And yet.

She turns her head up to look at Dan, grinning even wider when she sees his mussed hair and slightly agape mouth, a small line of drool trickling out. She stifled a snort at the sight–the mark of a truly jet-lagged man. She’d missed him while he was away, a trip to talk with some weapons dealers in Liberty City that was immediately followed by a flight across the pond for some SMG matters she couldn’t recall had kept him away from them for far too long. She’d missed his warmth and steadiness, his bright smile and raspy laugh and tight hugs. His ability to make a complete mess just somehow feel infinitely better. They could’ve used a bit of that, this past week. She shakes her head, burrowing into his shoulder. She kisses his collarbone and he snorts a little in his sleep, shifting slightly before settling.

Gavin stirs a bit at the shift, eyes scrunching, brow furrowing fitfully before smoothing out again. He nuzzles into Dan’s chest and reaches out blindly for her hand. She grabs it, threads their fingers together, and kisses the knuckles. His lips twitch unconsciously and he relaxes with a sigh. It takes all her willpower not to lean across Dan and give him a chaste kiss. She doesn’t want to risk waking him, he hasn’t been getting enough sleep as is. This last week had been hard on them, so say the least, but especially on Gavin. Pure exhaustion brought upon by an overload of work reached its climax with a deal gone wrong. He was lucky he made it out alive, much less with just a graze and some extensive contusions. She rubs her thumb across his knuckles. Too close. Too fucking close.

She shuts her eyes tightly. This is why she hates waking up early, too much time alone with her thoughts. She feels Dan’s arm tighten around her and she relaxes; she didn’t even realize she had tensed up. She looks back up at him, slightly surprised to see gorgeous, half-lidded brown eyes peering back at her.

“Mornin’,” he rasps, quietly.

“Wouldn’t go that far,” she whispers back, with a pointed glance at the clock. He follows her gaze and makes a face, burying his face in her hair with an almost inaudible whine.

“Damn you jet lag.”

She turns her head up to kiss his cheek, but he turns at the last second, kissing her lips with a grin. She breaks it a second later, fondly exasperated.

“Your morning breath is disgusting.”

“I thought it wasn’t morning yet,” he responds cheekily, drawing her in closer.

“Just for that, I’m not making you breakfast.”

“B’ll make me–” Dan cuts off his usual retort to look down at the man still sleeping soundly on his chest. Dan takes a breath, fingers moving to skitter across Gavin’s bare back, gently skimming the worst of the bruises and the edge of the surgical tape and gauze pressed against Gavin’s side. It’s silent for a few beats before Dan whispers, “I should’ve been there. I should’ve been with him.”

“Don’t,” Meg snaps instantly. “You were halfway across the world–”


“If anyone should’ve been there, it should’ve been me.”

Dan sighs, “you were luv. You went after them.”

“You bet your fucking ass I did,” she mutters darkly, remembering with pride and sick satisfaction as she hunted down every single one of those fucks, broke out her good knives to really drive home the point: the Golden Boy, their Golden Boy, was off limits.

A kiss to the top of her head breaks her out of her reverie. Dan looks at her with a soft look, warm and fond and proud, she can feel herself flush in response.

“I love you,” he whispers. He leans down for a kiss and this time, she doesn’t deny him. She grazes her teeth against his bottom lip, grinning when he inhales sharply.

“Without me? Weak,” a voice croaks near Dan’s shoulder, startling them enough to break apart. They both turn to Gavin simultaneously, and he gives them a sleepy smirk in response. “Was I interrupting something?”

“Spoiled twat,” Dan snaps, but the wide grin belies the harshness of the insult. Gavin hums in response, angling his head for a kiss of his own. Dan obliges readily, kissing him deeply and ending the kiss to press their foreheads together. “Scared the shite outta me, you know that? Bastard.”

“B, it was fine B.”

“Yeah?” Dan raises an eyebrow and gently pokes one of his bruises, snorting when Gavin’s attempt to stifle the pained grunt is unsuccessful.

“Turney, Dan’s being a tosspot,” he whines then, gripping Meg’s hand tightly and turning those glittering green eyes towards her.

Meg shakes her head, hiding a grin. “Not even a kiss before you start bitching to me? I see how it is, Gavino.”

“Aw Turney, lovely Turney,” he sits up on his elbow with minimal groaning and leans across Dan to press a kiss to her cheek. “Saved you from my morning breath.”

“Aaaand, that’s why you’re my favorite.”

“Aw what! Weak!” Dan whines.

Gavin gives him his patented smug look and collapses back against his side with a grunt. Dan immediately buries his hand in Gavin’s hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. Gavin hums happily, closing his eyes.

“What’re you lot doing up anyway? Both being up ‘fore noon is a sign of the damn apocalypse.”

“Jet lag.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” Meg sighs and cuddles further against Dan. “Would totally be willing to try again though. Geoff gave us the week off anyway; we have no where to be.”

Gavin grumble of “I don’t need the bloody week off” is largely ignored by both his partners.

“Let’s go for sushi,” Dan suggests excitedly. “That place by the pier.”

“That sounds lush! Let’s make it a beach day; it’s been too long since we went for swimmies.”

“If you get your stitches wet, you’re dealing with Caleb on your own,” Meg warns. Gavin shrugs dismissively as she sighs fondly. “Fine, beach day it is.”

“Class,” Gavin whispers. His bruises stick out in the pre-dawn glow, making him seem more fragile, breakable. Human. Less the coveted Golden Boy, and more the easy-going, intelligent prat that stole both their hearts without an ounce of effort. Dan smiles and runs his hand through Gavin’s hair again.

“Go on back to sleep, B. It’s still–” he breaks off to yawn. “Hours away.”

“You too, jet lagged baby,” Meg pulls on his ear, rolling her eyes at his betrayed look.

“And you luv, honestly I’m worried for your health. Before noon?” Gavin mumbles, eyes closed. She scoffs in response, reaching out to tweak his nose. He scrunches up, but falls asleep soon after, Dan and Meg looking on fondly.

Dan kisses the top of his head, and then hers before settling, dropping off soon after. Meg stays up a bit longer, petting Columbo who woke up to sleepily curl up on Dan’s stomach and holding vigil over her boys.

When she moved to Los Santos, she was sure of two things: love wasn’t real and mornings were God’s bane on the earth.

Now, as her eyes droop and her body relaxes against Dan’s warmth, her fingers still entwined with Gavin’s, she can admit she was wrong. About the love thing. Mornings can still suck her dick.