there will be a new one soon i promise

Me calling Daddy while he’s at work:

Me: “Daddy, when will you be coming home?”

Daddy: “Soon Princess, I promise. Do you miss me?”

Me: “Yes Daddy!”

Daddy: “Can you do something for me?”

Me: “Of course Daddy! Anything for you”

Daddy: “How about you put on the new lingerie set I got you the other day, the pink one. Then put on your prettiest collar so you’re ready to play when Daddy gets home. Can you do that for me Babygirl?”


Daddy: “Are you touching yourself princess?”

Me: “Mmhmmmm”

Daddy: “Good girl”

Bridges that Taylor Swift actually created

hey, you call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest…

and you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you 

i’ve found time can heal most anything, and you just might find who you’re supposed to be…

and there you are on your knees, begging for forgiveness, begging for me, just like i always wanted, but i’m so sorry…

and the saddest fear comes creeping in, that you never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything yeah

and for the first time, what’s past is past..

this is falling in love in the cruelest way, this is falling for you when you are world’s away…

call a cab, lose my number, you’re about to lose your girl…

and what do you do when the one who means the most to you… is the one who didn’t show…

this is a state of grace, this is the worthwhile fight, love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right…

you took the time to memorise me, my fears, my hopes, and dreams i just like hanging out with you all the time…

two headlights shine through the sleepless night, and i will get you i’ll get you alone, your name has echoed through my mind and i just think you should think you should know that nothing safe is worth the drive and i will follow you follow you home…

we made a quite a mess babe, it’s probably better off this way, and i confess babe, in my dreams you’re touching my face, and asking me if i wanna try again with you, and i almost do…

distance, timing, breakdown, fighting, silence, train runs off its tracks, kiss me try to fix it, could you just try to listen… hang up, give up, for the life of us we can’t get back…

but i took your matches before fire could catch me so don’t look now… i’m shining like fireworks over your sad empty town…

my thoughts will echo your name until i see you again, these are the words i held back as i was leaving too soon, i was enchanted to meet you..

time turns flames to embers, you’ll have new september’s, every one of us has messed up too…

and i hope the sun shines and its a beautiful day, and something reminds you you wished you had stayed, you can plan for a change in weather and time, but i never planned on you changing your mind…

will you take a moment, promise me this, that you’ll stand by me forever, but if god forbid fate should step in, and force us into a goodbye, if you have children someday, when they point to the pictures, please tell them my name, tell them how the crowds went wild, tell them how i hope they shine..

remember when you hit the brakes too soon, 20 stitches in the hospital room, when you started crying baby i did too, when the sun came up i was looking at you, remember when you couldn’t take the heat, i walked out i said I’m setting you free but the monsters turned out to be just trees, and when the sun came up you were looking at me…

you were all i wanted, but not like this….

you’ll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night, burnin it down, someday when you leave me i bet these memories will follow you around..

remind me how it used to be, pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks, and say you want me….

your smile, my ghost, i fell to my knees, when you’re young you just run, but you come back to what you need…

now that I’m clean, i’m never gonna risk it…

i reached for you but you were gone, i knew i had to go back home, you search the world for something else to make you feel like what we had, and in the end in wonderland we both went mad…

anonymous asked:

Hollllllyyyy Shiiit!!! I just saw your cuddly OCs!! More more more please!!! ❤️❤️❤️

as luck would have it I’ve got some more OC doodads I can share :’D I wanted to revisit Diego’s design and revamp it a little (the last time I’d touched it was….2015-ish oh god) and the boys in crop tops are all new OCs too! 

The left is Alec, middle is Hamish (Alec’s older brother), and Taemin is the one on the right! 

They started as glorified OC’s i made for VLD (and MysM for Taemin), but I’m hoping to use them in a story someday soon! (I promise I have cis female characters too. And nonbinary characters! I just haven’t gotten around to drawing them all yet)

Work in progress!
Another one.. yes
I promise I’ll finish the other ones ..!
Ahh he’s Zeno, I drew this one when I was waiting my new tablet and I was super happy u-u
(Even if Zeno is actually the saddest character of ever. My poor baby T____T )

Anyway , it’s all for now, see ya soon!


Working desk job means exactly this: apartment, tube, workplace, tube, apartment. It’s hard to find sunlight anymore, but he doesn’t think he minds: maybe he’s already used to this. It’s been longer than he cares to remember. 

He spends about two hours a day on the tube - not much compared to the amount of time he spends in his booth at work, but he doesn’t really register those eight hours. It’s like his mind switches itself off the moment he arrives to work and leaves him running on muscle memory alone. Time operates the same way when he’s at home, so by now maybe he’s only really conscious during the two hours on the tube. 


Sometimes he stays back on the tube past his stop. Sometimes until it reaches the end of the line. Sometimes he takes the tube with the intention of going somewhere specific, but then just sits there as his destination flies past him into the dark tunnel he’s just passed. Sometimes he goes down into the stop, just to hear the quiet again. 

Sometimes he sees maintenance doors somewhere in the tunnels, and for no reason he keeps their locations in mind. 


Sometimes the tube takes a turn that he doesn’t recognize, and he feels his heart beating faster all of a sudden. He would stare at the railway through the window pane, counting the seconds, until the tube runs past a corner he knows, or until he reaches his destination. Those moments still happen to him after two years of taking the tube to go… anywhere, really. He thinks he has the whole map learned by heart by now, but the underground keeps proving him wrong. 


There’s a community online for tube dwellers. He doesn’t know any of the dozen of members, online or offline, but he has come by some of them on other forums before. They don’t seem to be of any particular profile: there are men, there are women, ranged from 20 to maybe older than 50. The posts are few and far between, but some of them detail everything reachable by the tube. There are things even he doesn’t know. 

He screenshots some of the posts and keeps the photos in a separate folder, for no particular reason. 

The community hasn’t had a new activity for about three months by now. The members call themselves Rats. He checks through some of their personal pages on that site; the ones he checks have all been abandoned. 

Maybe they’re tired of the lack of sunlight in the tube, he thinks on the way to work. The tube sways and trembles quietly, its hum fills the air. Humans aren’t made for the underground afterall. 

concept of something vaguely formed in my head. I call it Rats of Spice City. 

Here’s a sliver of a thing I’m working on.  :D

Forgotten Roads (bard/thranduil)
fantasy/road trip!au, slow burn, asexual characters ▪ read on ao3

When Bard's secret was revealed, he had no choice but to accept exile. Sent away with no hopes of ever being trusted or seeing his children again, Bard wandered across the country without purpose. Now comes a man with the promise of a new life at the end of a long journey, should he accept the stranger's request: to lead him through lands and dangers long forgotten, in quest of hope long lost.
Feel Real // The Color Of My World Part Four [A Stiles Stilinski Soulmate AU]

Series Masterlist

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader / Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Oral Sex (Female on Male), Cheating (Like They Have Sex and Theo Is Fucking There), Sexual Tension and Teasing, Unprotected Sex, Angst, and Swearing. 

Word Count: 7,224

Song: Never Be Alone by Shawn Mendes

With laughter unintentionally passing my lips, I climbed off of Stiles and sat back in the passenger seat. Looking over at him in just his boxers, he was glaring at the ceiling of the car with anger boiling inside of him. I’ve never seen him this furious before and, damn, does he look good.

“It’s not funny.” He defended, his jaw clenching.

“I know it’s not funny, baby.” I attempted to hold back my giggles, but failed miserably.

“Then, why are you laughing?” Stiles accused.

“I’m not laughing.” I tried, clasping my bra back on and pulling up my straps.

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Another sneeze, nose running so you had to reach for more tissues, stuffy head, Lord you were barely gonna last the afternoon if this kept up. Why’d you even come into work anyways? Not like things couldn’t have been taken care of in the comfort of your own apartment. But then it’d remind you of the reason you came in today in the first place. Loneliness, granted you weren’t totally alone. Nat, Clint and Sam stayed home from this last mission so company wasn’t the issues. No it’s who you want there more than anything else. To keep you warm, hold you close, kiss your forehead and tell you everything’s going to be okay.

Course the honeymoon stage should’ve worn off by now as Tony has said more than a few times over the past several months; given the fact you and Bucky have been together for going on three years. Though you can’t help it and only hoped Bucky felt the same. Thoughts are interrupted by another coughing fit that rattles your lungs and has you gasping for breath and the desk in front of you.

“Damn sweetheart you don’t sound so good,” Sam’s deep voice reaches your ears right as you blow your sore nose for what felt like the thousandth time today.

Glaring, before tossing the tissues out, “Thanks for the boost in confidence birdman, I’ll be sure to fix my makeup later.”

“That’s not what I meant Y/N,” rolling expressive chocolate eyes, Sam perches a hip on the end of your desk, arms crossed, while giving you the once over. “You look sick.”

“And he takes another shot,” groaning when two more sneezes land in the hastily grabbed tissues. “Insults gonna stop anytime soon Wilson?”

“Woman,” he all but growls, then chuckles seeing the half smirk on your lips, which turns into a frown at the next couching fit. “Seriously Y/N, you need to get home, meds, soup and sleep,” worry seeping into his tone.

“I’ll be fine Sam, promise,” soft groan leaving your lips as you sit up, sore muscle being pulled from coughing so much.

Shaking his head, “Not taking no for an answer sweetness. I won’t have that walking icicle you call a boyfriend rip me a new one for not taking care of you.”

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Hey guys. My name is Kimberly, I’m 23, and I live in the Florida Panhandle.

Cutting to the chase, my car battery is dead. I’ve had to jump it three or four times now, and if I don’t replace it soon, my alternator is probably going to revolt (haha “volt”. Get it? Because battery. I’m sorry).

I’ve never been far enough ahead in my bills to fix it, and right now - since this last death - I’m so far behind in money that I’ve had to take a bank loan and a payday loan to pay my car insurance. I guess car insurance won’t be a problem if I don’t have a car but I kinda, you know, need a car. I shit you not, my bike was stolen two nights ago from my car port so I don’t even have that as a back up to get to work.

I have negative moneys right now but if I don’t get a new battery soon, I will have extra negative moneys.

I’m asking for $100. The battery I need costs $93 and Walmart doesn’t charge for the labor of replacing it if I buy it from them, so I don’t need to worry about that.

I know tax is a thing, but I can find five or so dollars somewhere, somehow. Not $93 dollars, though.

Here’s the thing: I PROMISE. SWEAR. I will sign a CONTRACT if you want - to pay every single one of you back, if you choose. It will be slow, one at a time once I get past my next car insurance payment in two months and can start saving again, but if you want your money back, you will get it. I’ve only asked for money from the internet once before and though most people insisted I didn’t pay them back, the ones who did want me to got their money. Period.

If you can help me, please think about.

Thank you. 💜

maybe my sky doesn’t look like yours anymore
maybe it’s raining on your end and the sun is shining for me
maybe our sunsets don’t line up anymore
but i can guarantee
as long as we’re looking at the same sky
we’re still together

maybe you’ll meet new people
new faces will take my place in photos
and maybe i’ll find someone else to spend my days with
but they won’t replace you
no one ever could
i hope you won’t replace me either

i know it’s going to be hard
and you may not be gone yet, but i miss you already
but we can survive this
and we will
we have endured so much worse
these miles won’t wear us thin
and i know you’re on the other side
waiting for me
as i’m over here
waiting for you

i’ll see you soon
i promise i will.
—  stargazingsdreamers said: can you write a poem about being away from your best friend because you are studying abroad, with very different time zones which makes it pretty much impossible to communicate.
Anonymous said: Could you maybe write one about your best friend moving all the way across the country and the depression that ensues because of it?

(cc, 2017)
In Your Arms - Sebastian Stan

Hello internet! Yes, I have deleted ‘Night Owls part III’ bucause it was too angsty for what I had in mind for the finale so, I’m going to rewrite it. In the meantime, I have written this because I had an amazing idea the moment I saw the gifs that you’ll be seeing in a matter of seconds. Btw, the gifs are not mine; I found them on @bucky-plums-barnes but they actually come from @thenixcat . Anywaaay, enjoy! xx

                                   SEBASTIAN STAN X READER

Summary: getting together with Sebastian at the airport after being apart for six months.

Warnings: tons of fluff, i guess. I tried to be funny, did I succeed?


Being far away from Sebastian has always been challenging, but I never thought it would increase so much. After getting married, we were definitely excited to start a new chapter of our life together, but obviously an issue came crossing our path in no time. I still remember the moment when, as we were chilling outside in the sun on our honeymoon, Sebastian’s phone started ringing and after a couple of minutes I found out that he would be leaving in a month to film for six whole months in Atlanta. Obviously I was thrilled for him but at the same time we were a little sad to have to put off our new ideas and adventures for even more time. Therefore we squeezed a lot of things we wanted to do in just one month before we gave up and decided that the best idea was to wait, then we would have been completely and happily free. We sadly said our goodbyes at the airport, promising that we would talk by Skype, Facetime and phone calls every single day and that we would immediately book a flight as soon as one of us found some time to visit the other.

And we did, we didn’t break the promise and succeeded to feel less lonely apart from each other. It had been a real nightmare sometimes to leave again after just a weekend together and with each passing day, even hanging up at the end of a phone call was getting difficult. One of the last weeks before Sebastian finally could come back home, we decided that the ultimate week apart, we wouldn’t contact each other. Maybe a text message, or if we were really really lonely, a phone call could fit in but, we thought the plan would help the excitement of seeing each other again after a long time. You know, like sleeping apart the week before the wedding to make the wedding night more special or waiting to open a present for a bigger surprise. Even if for Sebastian those examples meant the same thing on our wedding night..

Anyhow, in this exact moment, I’m waiting for Seb’s flight to land. I actually wanted this to be a surprise but my dear husband probably knows me too well to know that I’m here waiting. What he doesn’t know is that I’m quietly hiding in the back, a German family covering me from the fans that are in the front waiting for him to show up and ask him for photos. And no, I’m not wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses on the inside to “look like a civilian”.. okay, just the hat, but it’s just for fashion purposes..maybe..
When I hear over the speakers that the plane has landed, I move over a little, leaning over a wall nearby with my arms crossed. The position is perfect: I can see him as he walks down the stairs but he can’t see me. He’s looking around, searching for my familiar face, and he looks a little disappointed to not see me anywhere. Poor baby. The fans start to approach him slowly, they’re not a lot but it will take him a while to take all the pictures, and I’m sure he’s too kind to refuse. Sebastian starts talking with his fans and I slightly overhear a “Have you seen my dear wife somewhere?” with an almost sarcastic tone but I know that he’s really hoping to see me somewhere. The people around him shake their heads, shrugging their shoulders. It’s now that I decide to get into his sight.

Sebastian looks over, seeing movements behind the crowd, crossing his fingers mentally praying that I’ll show up in a matter of seconds. And he’s lucky, because I do. My figure slowly appears in the background, a few feet away, and I see everything: his brows furrowing in confusion, is it really me? Then his eyes shot open, the brightest and most familiar smile forming on his lips. I notice a few fans around him with the corner of my eye starting to record his reaction after seeing me, but right now I don’t care, what I only see is him, the world around me stopping. Sebastian starts walking towards me slowly as the crowd splits to let him pass and I mirror his actions, then his walk becomes a light jog and it’s in that exact moment that we start running, as if by looking in each other’s eyes we knew what to do. We meet in the middle with a bone crushing hug as I surround his neck with my arms and his go immediately around my waist with a steady hold, he has picked me up and my feet are dangling in the air. I smell his cologne again, feeling his face buried in my neck as a few tears fall from the both of us. And in that moment, in his arms for once more, I really feel at home.


You guys requested and I deliver. I have another angsty/jealous/protective Shawn as well, it’s in editing. Also I have seen the other requests and they are on the que. I’m excited to get writing. 

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She was teasing him. He knew it. He knew he deserved it too.

He had been at the studio all day, and hadn’t been able to message her back like he promised he would. He was late for dinner last night, and he fell asleep before she could even tell him about her day. 

So for her revenge, she curled and teased her hair. She did her make up. She slipped on the tight black dress that drives him crazy. She also stepped into her matching black heels and then tried to stay away from him. 

Not in like a ‘I’m mad’ way, but more of ‘My girls are over here, I wanna talk to them’ way. 

He watched her, sipping his beer, ignoring Geoff and Brian as they spoke into his ear. 

The girls all around him, taking pictures and videos of him. He ignores them, and honestly Harry too and just watches her from across the room. 

Her girls had invited a few friends they met at uni. Two of them being other guys. 

Todd and Kevin. 

They were attractive but nothing compared to the man that brought her here and would hold her when she goes to bed tonight. 

But Kevin is flirting a bit, and she does it just to piss him off. To prove to him that if he doesn’t want to pay attention to her, that others will. So she can’t help it as she smiles and bats her lashes at him when he says something not even remotely funny. 

She’s giggling towards him and then she does the thing she knows will get a reaction. She lifts her right hand and grabs his arm as she pretends to laugh a little harder. 

She can feel his burning gaze. 

He’s watching her. Sipping his beer again, letting his gaze turn hard and pissed off. He can’t say much though because he knows shes doing it on purpose. But when she touches him he loses it. Slamming his beer on the near by table and marching over to her and her friends. 

Kevin sees the angry giant making his way towards the group and backs off a little. He gulps and completely cowers away when Shawn grabs her from behind and holds her against him. 

“Stop it.” Shawn growls into her ear. She smiles and bites back a giggle.

“Stop what?” She asks, playing dumb.

“Stop flirting with him. You are mine.” He says pulling her a little closer. This time she giggles, can’t help it. Shawn sighs into her ear and can feel himself start to relax a little bit. 

But when the guy across the room, not Kevin or Todd, keeps staring at her he starts to tense. 

She’s given up the act and not doing anything on purpose anymore. She’s actually unaware that this guy is staring. But when Shawn starts tensing up and stops swaying with her she looks up at him. 

She follows his gaze to the guy that is staring at her like she is the best prize at the carnival game. 

Shawn starts nibbling on her earlobe and keeps his stare on the guy.

“Shawn, what are you doing?” She asks. 

“Nothing.” He mutters.

“Honey, stop.” She pushes him away. He knows she’s not mad because she called him ‘Honey’ and her tone wasn’t that of an annoyed person. But also he’s starting to make her mad. 

“I’m sorry, it’s just, your mine. I don’t like the idea of some other guy touching you the way I do, looking at you the way I do, hearing you giggle the way you do. It just makes me want to punch him in the face, and if he doesn’t stop staring soon he might just need a new nose.” Shawn grumbles.

“Shawn, I’m yours. You are the only one that get’s to hold me, the only one I want to look at me, the only one I really giggle for.” She sighs cupping his cheeks into her hands, making him look at her and not that guy across the room. 


“I like it when your jealous.” She smiles at him. 

“Why?” He asks, scrunching his nose.

“You get all clingy and lovey, it’s cute.” She shrugs. He pulls her a little closer and let’s his hands slide lower down her back, stopping right on her ass. 

“Mine.” He grins, squeezing. She nods. He pulls her close, roughly, and smashes his lips on hers. “Mine.” He mumbles against his lips.

“Yours.” She mumbles back. 


Received my Overwatch D.Va statue today. This thing is huge. Weighs 40 lbs. And is magnificent.

I don’t really own anything quite like this. (A couple small figures/toys here and there, sure, but not anything even close to this behemoth.) As a D.Va main, I was like ‘Aw hell, well if I’d ever own ONE of these Overwatch statues, I guess it’d be THIS one.’ and put in the pre-order back in July.

Well, Blizzard didn’t disappoint. Some assembly is required, (thankfully, making the statue a little more durable when moving,) and the different pieces actually stay in with embedded magnets which is cool. Attention to detail is excellent, paint job is top notch. I have no idea how many people bought these, but if you wondered what it was like, here’s an unboxing and photoshoot for you.

New art is coming soon, I promise :D Including Synthesis. The comic. For real.

It is with the heaviest heart that I type this. I became very ill on the final days of our European tour in February, and even while taking antibiotics and steroids, I still lost my voice completely. After a second round of antibiotics and steroids upon returning home last week, I still have not recovered my voice or received a clean bill of health. At the recommendation of my GP, I have decided to postpone our Australian/New Zealand tour to continue my recovery and ensure I don’t do longer-term damage to my singing voice and health.

It is a point of pride that we always follow through with our commitments, and in 17 years of touring I can count on one hand the number of shows we’ve had to cancel. I send our deep apologies to our fans, our team in Australia and New Zealand, as well as our promoters. To fans who have made travel plans and those who will be disappointed to hear this news, please know that we will be missing you all this coming week and promise to make it up to you soon. For those who already have tickets, you will be able to obtain refunds at your point of purchase.

To our support acts – Theia, Bec Sandridge, and Montaigne – we are truly sorry to not be able to share the stage with you.

Best wishes to you all,
xoTegan (and Sara)

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she left || j.hoseok

Summary: She cried for help. She really did its just nobody was there to listen. Not even the man she thought she can trust.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 604

A/N: This is my first fanfic on tumblr and it is just a little short story. I hope you guys like it and support my stories in the future

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dan and phil play keep talking and nobody explodes: a summary

hoodie!phil i am immediately enthralled and this video isn’t even a second in yet

“you da bomb of our lives”

they keep clothes fans give them which is nice shoutout to that lucky son of a gun


phil is insistent on everyone seeing speed

supportive boyf dan has his back

dan nudged phil’s arm in a bro-esque manner

they mentioned escape rooms finally i can relate as i have now been to one too

“i think we’re a lot nerdier than we think” why do they think we refer to them as nerds all the time

“rest in peace environment” / “fuck you trees”

“i’ll punch you if you look at this” going to provide no context there have fun

“DAD…. playing halo with me” nice save dan

the wholesome howell blanket is always on hand

“they’ll see if we do a single glance…”

how is dan going to go a whole extra seventeen minutes without glancing at phil i think he’s going to implode

they already did the tutorial but didn’t show us yet phil can’t remember the title of the game wow rip nerd!phil fic trope

“this is going to be a mistake”

“i can’t speak if i’m under some kind of situation” mister english degree back again

phil spinning dan around with those sweet sweet seconds of skin to skin contact (hand to arm)

also lowkey hand porn

look at his hands

the curly hair and shaved sides from the side profile makes my heart warm

sassy hand clicks from danny


five seconds in i am already stressed for them why is this already the most intense video of this game i’ve ever seen i’ve watched like six different channels play it

“there’s, there’s-” “no phil, i’m guiding you.” someone likes to take control don’t they

during the wire puzzle you can slowly watch dan get more stressy look at his pursed lips and expressive strict hand gestures

“there’s an alien man with a triangle head and he’s got a T coming out of his neck” their best friend mind meld really needs to come in handy here

i’m still really enjoying dan’s side profile i can’t get over it

“that’s you selecting the module you dork”

“guys we’re nailing this” i was going to make the obvious joke but i won’t we’re classy here

“shut up shut up SHUT UP” stressy dan is here to stay

they did one wow who says youtube gamers can’t game screw you comments

“what everyone out there is thinking now is we need you to get the manual, phil” i think dan honey you just want to be in control again i know that was hard for you

getting their last glances at each other in before they can’t for at least five minutes

opposite sides again why has this happened two videos after one another this is weird what is the post-baking video universe coming to

“this is weird. now you’re the person with the really bright face… wow it makes my hair look so much less white now that i’m here”

“it makes my hair look grey… i promise i don’t have grey hair” honey you’re thirty years old it’s going to happen inevitably sometime soon best to break us in gently

i’m hyped for side profile phil

dan quoting the marriage mantra of something old something new etc…. foreshadowing perhaps who knows with the way 2017 phan is going

phil looks so confused he’s like me facing every exam i’ve ever taken

i’ve been cheated out of side profile phil ffs dan get your hands on him and spin him around i feel attacked

“oh shit new stuff” literally everyone every few days when they upload a new gaming vid with no warning????? they know our struggle????

phil looks so focused i’m entranced


“oh god it’s hurting my brain so much”

stressy phil is a new experience but i’m digging it

dan being the little shit he is just laughs all the time

“stop freaking out!” stressy dan is still here despite having the opposite role

they did two attempts and won them both wow

they high fived yes for more skin to skin contact

phil is reeeealllly making up for lost time by shamelessly staring at dan

like seriously that was at least a solid six seconds of him staring

oh and more glances

i get it you’re in love

“kept calm under presh”

more staring seriously phil are you aware the camera is still rolling

“i hate to alarm you phil but what is your catchphrase on this gaming channel?”

*awkward silence whilst phil realises he’s being spoken to thus has to tear his gaze away*


*resumes staring*

seriously what is with him today subtlety ain’t in his vocabulary

p h i l i get it you’re in love

oh now dan’s at it

dan just got super close to the camera and did that creepy smile he has i was unnerved

“i’m frickin terrified as diddly heck”

they’re back on their own sides balance in the universe has been destroyed do you reckon they’re as insistent about which side of the bed they sleep on

side profile dan is back welcome back old friend i missed you

i thought he dabbed for a second but it’s okay he didn’t

they’re determined as fuck but i can already see dan’s stressing

yep there’s the hurry up hand gestures

“i’m going to explode…. literally” because of the intensity or because he can’t stare at phil i don’t even know anymore u decide

dan’s eyes just got really really wide they were like bulging

“is the button yellow?” “no it’s blue i told you it’s blue!” welcome back stressy phil i hope you had a nice break

phil’s little “ooh” is so cute i want it as my ringtone

“we did it? oh christ”

stressy dan is really coming out to play in this symbols puzzle isn’t he

phil’s expressive hand gestures aka he’s beginning to panic too

dan’s doing some kind of gang sign okay boy you do you

aaaaand there’s the deafening dan scream for this video i can’t believe we lasted a whole 17 minutes and 40 seconds without one

rip headphone users it was nice knowing you

stressy dan has never been more present

phil is surprisingly calm(er)

“dan come on” all of us all the time

oooooh they couldn’t last five minutes without a quick glance at one another could they jfc get a room

they managed with three seconds to spare

phil is giggly and dan is….. well, dan

dramatic as ever my little actor that never was

phil initiates skin to skin contact again why am i not surprised anymore

“i was winding you up” dan says as he adds flames on top of himself in editing i am nodding furiously

the camera pans back out and phil’s hood is up who even is he

“we could have died!” “but we didn’t” *dan adds a halo above his head aka can’t relate*

“see if i worked in bomb disposal, i’d be cheeky like that” your colleagues would throw a bomb in bed with you

“i’d be like ooh what’s the timer steve???” the danxsteve fic coming atcha real soon

dan’s in an obnoxiously good mood now he has won a game and can freely stare at phil again

“we could be bomb disposal experts” again expect the fic coming atcha real soon

“what you just saw was two nerds that grew up playing puzzle games that have a psychic connection because they have no other friends defusing bombs” they literally said they go to escape rooms for their friends birthdays but alright i’ll take the exclusivity

they’re considering coming back in hard mode YES I NEED THIS

again i could have made the obvious joke there but i didn’t

let them know how you felt throughout that video type out long essays i dare you

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