twitter ate it up

annakin-skywanker  asked:

same tbh. LF was a villain worthy of actual attention and the show was so condensed and dumbed down he didn't get what he deserved at all - like most of the characters (besides tyrion D&D have too much of a crush on that shit) my heart goes out to the littlebird shippers we might not have shipped together but y'all are wild - let's ship reylo together in the future *raises glass*

yeah. GRRM loves and respects all his characters and see’s things through their eyes, and treats each of their stories with dignity and respect, even the worst of them, but D+D only focus on whats popular, and whats popular is sandra being a ‘strong female character’ and now she’s been sassy all season and twitter and tumblr ate it up like hasgtag #yasqueen and thats all that matters GOOD JOB GUYS cut the check lets get some emmy’s U G H

Just like predicted, the fanboys on Twitter ate that Reigns/Cena promo up.

We can sit here and analyze that promo all day, every day. But I can’t help but get this vision of Cena and Roman laughing at how they got all those dudes worked up. They literally did a copy/paste of every hot take their haters have ever said. One dude on Twitter was like “Cena said what we’ve all been saying”. Well no shit Sherlock!

I still think this feud is a little too big for No Mercy. NGL, still invested in it.

Seems Innocent Enough

Summary: Their friendship is changed forever when Dan finds a journal that Phil had been keeping since 2009

Note: This is the first fan fiction I have written in a VERY long time. Please forgive me if this is a little rusty. Also, this is my first phan pairing so I hope I did it justice :)

Warning: A little bit of swearing here and there, that’s about it

Word Count: 3586

It seemed so invasive, going through Phil’s things, but I needed my laptop charger, or else tonight’s live stream wasn’t going to happen. I stood outside of his door debating with myself what I should do. I had already promised the fans I would be live in ten minutes. I had basically been off the grid since Phil and I left for Florida two weeks ago. We flew back early that morning and still hadn’t unpacked. Phil was gone at Tesco for a grocery run. I had forgotten that I let him borrow my charger at the airport, after he left his plugged into the hotel outlet. I knew he wouldn’t mind, but I decided to text him just to make sure, praying that he replied in time.

Dan 8:49 p.m:

Hey, can I go get my charger from your bag?


Phil 8:50 p.m.:

Sure, Dan. You know idc.

I had the consent that I needed, but I still felt very uneasy. I slowly pushed open Phil’s door and crept my way into the room as if I was sneaking. I made my way over to the navy blue suitcase sitting on Phil’s bed. I careful unzipped the suitcase to reveal an assortment of items. I dug through several wrinkled pairs of dark skinny jeans, a few sloppily folded t-shirts, and an iphone charger before I discovered something interesting: a brown leather bound journal monogrammed with a large cursive P. It was obviously expensive, but I had never seen it before. You can’t Dan, it’s so wrong, I thought to myself. But surely Phil wouldn’t care, it’s probably just notes for videos or something. It’s not like we keep secrets from each other. I opened the notebook and scanned the first page, letting curiosity get the best of me:

Property of Phillip Michael Lester

Hmm, seems innocent enough, I thought to myself. I continued to the second page. It was dated for January 3rd, 2010 and titled: A New Year.

Since I received this fancy journal for Christmas, I decided I should probably give writing in it a try. I have been feeling quite overwhelmed lately, and I’ve always heard that writing is a great outlet. Anyway, ever since I started hanging out with Dan, and I am just really confused. I know we’re just friends, but I just can’t stop thinking about him.

The journal fell from my hands and hit the pile of dirty clothes in Phil’s suitcase.

“What the holy fuck?” I said out loud to myself. “Phil, are you serious?”

I stood there frozen. A million thoughts ran through my mind, but I tried to rationalize with myself. Dan, calm down. Everyone has confusing moments from time to time. I had more than my fair share of confusing thoughts about my own feelings for Phil. I stared down at the journal. I couldn’t read more…could I? I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn’t help myself. I grabbed journal from the suitcase and flipped to the most recent page. Though it lacked a date, I could tell it was written recently.

On Holiday

It’s been such a nice trip in Orlando with Dan. Our hotel was so close to Disney world we could see the fireworks from our patio. On the last night we stayed in and shared a bottle of wine. We were a little tipsy, Dan more so than me. We stood on the patio and watched the sky. It was so cute watching the fireworks light up his face. It was almost torture though because every time we drink he gets so flirty. He laid his head on my shoulder and said we should go to Disney World for our honeymoon. I laughed with him, but secretly wished he was being serious.  It always bugs me how he acts. Whenever we have read any of the fan fiction about us he just laughs it off. I just sit there awkwardly because part of me wishes it were real.

Last night he took a selfie with me in front of the fireworks, with the bottle of wine still in in his hand, the arm that was wrapped around me. He smiled and said, “This one’s just for me, but if I were gonna upload it, the caption would be ‘Night in with the boyfriend’.” I died inside. It kills me when he makes jokes like this. Then he said, “You know what would be funny, Phil? If we kissed and took a picture of it with the caption 'Phan Confirmed’. That would be hilarious”. That’s classic Dan drunk behavior. Even our friends have mentioned it before. I thought about getting the nerve up to just kiss him and see what he would do, but I know that would be wrong. I’m not going to take advantage of him in that state, but sometimes I wonder what would happen if we both had a little bit too much to drink. I’m too afraid that I would tell him the truth, that I love him and have since 2009.

I closed the journal and placed it back into the suitcase. I spotted my charger wadded up in one of the pairs of dirty t-shirts. I raised the shirt up to my face. It still smelled like him, so nice and familiar. I inhaled the scent for a few moments before I heard the front door open. I re-zipped his suitcase and bolted for my room. I shut and locked the door, something I never do. I plugged in my charger and checked the time. 9:15 PM. Shit. Fuck it, I’m in no state to do the live show now. I sat on my bed and stared across the room. My mind was buzzing, my thoughts were spinning. I vaguely remember saying those things last night, but they didn’t seem weird at the time.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Dan, is everything okay? Can I come in?” I didn’t respond. Phil waited a moment or so “I was going to make some stir fry…if you want any.” He sounded disappointed and he knew I wasn’t asleep. My lights were still on, and he knows that I absolutely can’t sleep with any light in the room. I heard him walk away. I felt like shit for ignoring him, but I just couldn’t face him yet. The worst part was knowing that he trusted me to get into his bag. He trusted I wouldn’t invade his privacy, but I did.

I heard him in the kitchen, cooking our favorite meal alone. I felt bad, but I had so much going through my mind. I sat there in pure silence. My heart was racing, and I couldn’t say a word. I sat there taking it all in, the next thing I knew it was morning. I had fallen asleep with my lights on, fully dressed. My phone read 9:03 AM. Too early for me usually, but my stomach was growling from my lack of dinner. Still in a groggy daze, I stumbled my way to the kitchen. I was surprised to find that Phil was already awake, making himself a cup of coffee.

I tried to push the thoughts from last night out of my mind, but I couldn’t stop looking at Phil. I was seeing him differently now, which I suppose was inevitable, now knowing what I know. I caught myself scanning my eyes over his body, and landing on his ass. Phil had such a nice ass. It’s not like it’s the first time I had ever noticed, just the first time I actually allowed myself to think it. It was like I was entranced by the curves of his body. I stood next to Phil at the counter. Feeling like I needed to explain why I left him hanging the night before.

“Hey, Dan, you were out cold last night.” Phil turned to me and smiled.

“Yeah, sorry, I was just so jet lagged.” I lied. I couldn’t tell him the truth. Not yet.

“That’s okay Dan. I was just worried about you.” His piercing blue eyes met mine, and for the first time I let myself admire them. “The fans were too. Twitter was blowing up.”

We ate our breakfast in silence in front of the TV. We were watching some anime that Phil had picked out, but I just couldn’t focus. The words kept flashing though my head. Phil was in love with me, and the truth was that I was in love with him too. How could I ever tell him? Where do I even begin? I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to tell him. Our friendship would be ruined. It would no longer be Dan and Phil as friends, but Dan and Phil as a couple. People would surely find out, and that could potentially ruin our careers. Even worse, we could end up breaking up. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing my best friend, but we were in love. Phil and I were in love with each other, and I was the only one who knew.

We went on about our day. I tried my hardest to act like nothing had happened. I had just finished editing a video when Phil approached me.

“Hey Dan, I’m kinda bored. Do you wanna watch a movie or something?” Phil asked, breaking my silence, my train of thought, my only hopes of keeping it all together. I looked at him and our eyes met. Those piercing blue eyes sent a shiver down my spine, like the day we first met. I was lost for a moment. I wanted to dive in and get lost. I knew then that something inside me had been unleashed, something all consuming. Something that had always been there, I just wasn’t embracing it.

“Anything with you Phil.” I spouted off without thinking. The words just fell from my mouth. My jaw visibly dropped open when I realized what I had said. “Oh, God, I mean a movie sounds great. I love those.” Nice save, Dan. Very smooth, not awkward, or obvious at all, I thought to myself.

“Are you feeling okay, Dan? You seem a bit off.” Phil asked with genuine concern.

“I’m probably still a little tired from the trip. I’m fine.”

“Well what movie do you want to watch?” Phil asked as we made our way over to the couch. I sat down first, and I couldn’t help but notice how close he sat to me. Had he always sat this close? Did I just not notice before?

“Oh anything sounds fine.” I shrugged, and truthfully anything was fine, as long as it was with him.

“I don’t know, Dan! I need suggestions!”

“How about something scary? I could use a little gore in my life.” I was half sarcastic, and half serious.

“I don’t want to be terrified!”

“I thought you loved horror movies?”

“Yes, but I’ve been so jumpy lately.”

“Nothing too scary then, okay?”

“Fine, but be prepared to find a petrified Phil sleeping on your floor tonight.”

“Well if you get scared I’ll share my bed.” I smiled for a brief moment, and then fell into an utter hell of awkwardness once I realized what I had just said. Phil just smiled and looked down. He didn’t say anything for a minute. Then he looked up, with a little bit of blushing on his cheeks and said “Deal”.

After much debate we selected a movie on Netflix and hit play. The picture was fine, but the sound was completely mute.

“What the bloody hell? What’s wrong with the sound of the damn tv?” I fiddled with the volume controls, and had no results. After a few moments of screwing with everything we decided that it was inevitable, our lounge tv’s sound had gone out.

“Dammit, I was really in the mood to curl up and watch a movie.” Actual disappointment painted Phil’s face.

“Well, you have a tv in your room, so…” I suggested.

“You’d be okay with that?”

“Well yeah, how else am I going to scare the hell out of you with Bloodyface Gore 3000?”

“Okay, let’s go.” Phil smiled as he led me to his bedroom. I tried to stay calm, but I was actually nervous. We started the movie and settled into Phil’s bed. He slid under the covers, but I stayed on top, wanting to climb in, but scared I would make things awkward.

“Get under here, Dan. You’re going to freeze your butt off up there.” Phil demanded in the mom tone of voice he sometimes used on me. I complied and curled up under the blankets, mostly because it truly was freezing in our flat. The heat was out and the warmth of the season hadn’t set in yet.

We sat there in silence watching the movie for about 20 minutes before the scary parts started. The movie was obviously too much for Phil, because he was jumping ten feet in the air at every little thing. I have to admit, I spent most of that time watching him watch the movie. I wanted to make a move. To do something. Anything. I was craving to be closer to him.

It was a tense part in the movie. The psycho killer was outside of the girl’s house, and he was closing in on her. Phil was on the edge of his seat, hanging on every second. This was the most scared I had ever seen him at a movie, it was all over his face. I reached my hand out and placed it on his thigh to comfort him. I looked down awkwardly, but I didn’t move my hand. I felt him looking over at me, but I kept my eyes down. After a few minutes the awkwardness had settled down and I finally felt brave enough to look over at Phil to gauge his reaction. He stared at the screen and would not look at me, his cheeks were red again. I felt the urge to run my hand up to his inner thigh. I wondered to myself what he would do. Would he like it if I started touching him? Would he be freaked out and hate me? Would he think I was just messing with his head? I decided not to test the waters, and kept my hand flat on the top of his thigh.

Phil looked over at me and smiled, our eyes met, and I smiled back. Suddenly we were paying more attention to each other then the movie. Phil slide closer to me, so close that we were touching. I gave him an encouraging smile, but neither of us said anything. I slowly lifted my hand from his thigh and moved my arm around Phil. He cuddled up into me and laid his head on my shoulder. It all felt so natural. We still didn’t speak.

As the movie went on we gradually slid down into the bed, Phil’s head ended up resting on my chest. I reached out my hand and ran my fingers through his soft, black hair. As he laid on my chest, and I stroked his hair, I realized that this all felt right. It felt like this was how it was always supposed to be. It was like electric being so close to him.

Soon the credits began to roll. Phil turned his body over and re positioned himself to face me, head still on my chest. He looked up at me with those stunning eyes. I felt it in the air, it was like a magnet, pulling my lips towards his and his towards mine. They collided and my mind went blank. It was a simple kiss, but so passionate, and full of so much meaning. It must have only been a few seconds, but it lasted eternally in my mind. My heart was so full bursting at the seems.

We pulled away, and our eyes met again. We gazed at each other for a moment, because words weren’t needed, not yet. There was intensity in his eyes that I had never seen before. He wanted me. He wanted me, but it was more than lust. It was a desire coming so deep from within his soul, I could see it, and I felt it too. I gently reached my hand behind his head and pulled his soft lips to mine. Our lips met again, and he kissed me back, our lips working together so perfectly. I ran my fingers through his hair as we kissed. He wrapped his arms around me and rolled over, gently pulling me on top of him. He broke our kiss and we took a moment to breathe, still not saying a word. Never in my life had I ever been so alive. I looked down into his deep blue eyes. I couldn’t hold it back anymore I had to confess.

“I’m sorry Phil.” I said, hoping that he wouldn’t hate me for what I was about to say.

“You don’t have have to be sorry for this, Dan.”

“No, Phil,” I averted my gaze. I couldn’t look him in the eyes. “I read your journal.”

“What…really?” Phil sounded more confused than angry.

“Just a couple of pages. I’m sorry. I just couldn’t stop myself. I feel so bad. I’m so sorry.” Phil just stared at me blankly. He didn’t look angry or upset. If anything he looked scared. We sat there in silence for a moment, my body still on top of his.

“Why are you doing this to me, Dan?” Finally the hurt I had expected washed over his face. It killed me inside.

“I’m sorry, I saw it when I went to get my charger and…” I started to explain before Phil interrupted me.

“Not that. I understand that.” Phil said, his eyes meeting mine again, full of confusion and pain. “Why are you kissing me like that when you know how I feel?”

I was frozen in time, still a little confused at what was going on, not knowing what to say to make things better.

“I-I’m sorry.” I said, on the verge of tears. Why couldn’t I just tell him how I felt? Why couldn’t I just tell him I love him? I couldn’t bring myself to say it. I didn’t want to lose him. I didn’t want our friendship to be over.

“It’s one thing to act like this when you are drunk, but…” Phil trailed off, tearing his eyes from my gaze. “But to do this to me when you know how I feel about you.”

I still couldn’t say it. My tongue was frozen. All this time he thought I was just messing with him. That kissing him was some sick game. That my affection towards him wasn’t genuine. How could he even think that? I thought to myself, but had no luck trying to voice that to him. I knew I had to say something, or I really would lose him.

“Phil…” I started, but he wouldn’t let me finish.

“This isn’t a game, Dan.” He said as he slid out from under me, still being gentle and careful not to hurt me. I grabbed the collar of his shirt as started to turn away. I knew it was now or never. He turned to face me, eyes full of tears. I didn’t let go of his shirt, and held him there for a moment.

“Wait…” The only words I managed to get out. He looked at me with his beautiful blue orbs, now streaming tears. I felt tears falling from my own eyes. I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“I love you, Phil.” It was all I could say. He looked into my eyes, I could tell he didn’t want to let himself believe it. I pulled him into my arms, and began sobbing on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I just didn’t want to fuck this up”.

He held me there for a moment, still not saying a word. Slowly he pulled away and looked at me, our eyes met. “I love you too, Dan.”

- - -

Not much has changed since that day. We’re still just as good of friends as ever. My room is now basically my shoe and clothing storage, and an exclusive live show filming location. The most action my bed has seen since that day has been the addition of a Haru pillowcase, which Phil and I both found quite hilarious. The damn bed was hard as a rock anyway, Phil’s is much more comfortable. We’ve started packing for a trip to Japan that Phil planned. It’s something we have talked about doing since we met. I still tease him about leaving his charger in the hotel, and we have a good laugh about it. He planned for us to go when the cherry blossoms were in bloom so we could witness it together. He’s been talking about the future a lot lately, I think he is going to ask me to marry him. Only time will tell what our future holds, but one thing is for sure: that I will love him forever and always.