#main tagging because fuck you i need somebody to read about my special interest

[24-guy]

I really want to hear the opinions you have on this! What horror movies do you think the main npmd characters like to watch? I don't know much about horror movies (yet) but I like to think Max is the kind of guy who is genuinely scared of the live action Scooby Doo movies

Yes absolutely! Enjoy below the cut!! (Cos it's long and I'm sorry about that-)

I'll start with Max since you mentioned him. He's absolutely scared of even the Scooby Doo cartoons. Because of the fear of skeletons and ghosts. So he stays right away from paranormal movies. I think Ghost face even is a hard no, too. However: I think he liked the purge movies. Because those are just guns, really. But like. That's probably the only horror he likes.

Stephanie I think is a bad movies and popular movies enjoyer. She likes the most popular movies (Halloween, Elm Street, Friday, Etc) but then will pull out the most random movie you've never heard of (Frogs) and it'll be a moment and a half. She collects the memorabilia and has the replica of the Reverse Bear Trap even though I don't think she loves Saw. She's seen all of them. But I don't think she'd intentionally go out of her way to rewatch them outside of watching with somebody else. Not to say she hates gore, though. I think she'd love Terrifier and it's sequel. She probably saw them at the cinema.

Peter mildly dislikes horror. He's probably more fond of horror comedies. Things like child's play and the more recent elm street movies. He probably likes the Jordan Peele horror movies, too. Other than that, I think he'd like making fun of shitty B movies with Steph because making fun of them is the best part. He also probably unironically enjoyed the original black and white Universal Monsters movies. He has those vibes.

Richie is a film geek who watches anime and because I'm those things he gets the "he's just like me" and he loves all sorts of horror but in a more pretentious way than me. He's a stickler for the classics, probably hates all the remakes/requels - he refuses to acknowledge their existence. He probably has a list of his top favourites which involves the original Psycho, Halloween, Alien, and basically any other movie that was "revolutionary" to the genre. He does have a guilty pleasure for so bad they're good movies though. Mainly killer klowns. Also his ass probably likes the unique/artsy films like Jordan Peele's Get Out and Skinamarink.

Ruth hates all horror and she only watches the horror musicals. Thus her favourite horror movie is Sweeney Todd. She will happily vacate the room or hide under a blanket, thank you very much.

Grace thinks horror is satanic and, as a joke, I think the nerds would show her The Nun. And she grows a minuscule obsession with horror movies with religious themes and backgrounds. Like the Exorcist, the other nun films, midsommar, and Carrie to name a few. She would refuse liking them, of course. But she gets away with watching them from describing only the religious meanings.

#asks #ratsarecute4 #j is talking again #i hope this was a good summary of my general thoughts on them! i just love horror so much #max jagerman #stephanie lauter #peter spankoffski #richie lipschitz #ruth fleming #grace chasity #main tagging because fuck you i need somebody to read about my special interest

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

I want to tell you... (Nathan Drake x Reader, Part 5.)

Description: Nathan Drake is not the exact definition of an unhappy man. His job is steady, his friends still see him from time to time, he plays football, but his marriage is his main problem. Many things will change when a special person comes to his life.

Word count: 2 400 (-/+)

Warnings: None really, just Florence bitching Sully over Nate and Nathan having a casual hungover. 

Tagging: @the-obsessive-fangirl and @missdictatorme, who inspires me deeply and who is by my side all the time.

Their evening went really well. They drank four bottles of booze, drinking Nathan's ass off. He was the lightweight during their drinking game. They drank so much that Nathan leaned into his palm and fell deeply asleep. Small hands on his shoulders woke him up - his ass almost fell down from the stool and Florence started laughing while his head hurt like if somebody punched to his jaw.

"You look drunk as hell." - She whispered, she had her long pajama trousers and a shirt on, her hair was nicely done in a tidy bun. - "I assume you enjoyed yourself with Victor. Nice to see." - Florence made him stand up and with unsteady steps, she helped him to walk to Sully's sofa. Before he could fall asleep once more, she made him drink a glass of water and swallow a pill of painkillers. Nathan was rambling about some Elena and some Y/N girl, Florence was confused as hell, and he said that he likes Y/N almost a hundred times.

"You seem to be nice, you know?" - Nate smiled at her charmingly, or at least he thought so and lied down while she took care of him. She was gentle with him, touching him lightly and she was paying attention to his facial expressions to see if she didn't hurt him.

"Well thank you for that, Nathan." - Florence giggled silently. - "Sully told me that you have some problems now. Not exactly what problems, but he told me about something. I want to tell you that you'll be alright. Now, you better go to sleep and I will prepare you some coffee and breakfast in the morning, alright?" - She leaned forward and kissed his forehead in a motherly manner, smiling at him widely. Then she slowly walked from him, letting him sleep and she joined half-drunk Sully in the bedroom.

He was laying on the bed, half naked, reading a book with his glasses. Florence sent a frown to his direction and Sully shrugged his shoulders in a non-understanding manner. He had no idea what Florence wants or tells by her look.

"He looks like he isn't in the best state of his mind." - Florence quietly stated and crawled on the bed next to him. Sully caressed her hair, looking at the book again. - "I think that you should take him out. To make him forget about that situation." - Florence laid next to him, leaned her head into her fluffy pillow and looked at him like a concerned mother.

"Ya know him from the goddamn evenin' and now ya act like his mother, even though he's older than ya. Sometimes it's hard to understand ya, ya know that?" - Sully spoke in a low voice as they both heard Nathan's snorting from the living room.

"But he's your friend, basically your son. You told me that when he came to our apartment." - Florence sat and seriously frowned at him. That girl was unbelievable, she was out of his wildest dreams and maybe that was the reason why he was still attracted to her - even if she was by his side for a few months now. Sully wasn't the relationship type - but her opinions, Irish accent and a warm look in her eyes made him vulnerable. - "When he's that much of a friend, as you told me, you need to keep your eye on him. And don't you try to disappoint me." - She turned on her side, facing away from him.

Victor put the book away and turned off the lamp on his side of the bed and gently slapped her bum, putting his hand over her hip, kissing her on the back of her neck. - "And what will you do to me if I do disappoint you?"

"You are not going to see this gorgeous woman in your bed for a month at least. And now we'll be sleeping because I have a shift starting at nine am." - She caressed his hand, kissing his knuckles in a gentle manner.

"I'll keep an eye on that boyo so he wouldn't do anything dumb. I swear to ya on my goddamn heart." - Sully promised quietly and in the dark, he couldn't really see the smile that appeared on her lips.

Nathan slowly furrowed his brows as the smell of fried bacon hit his nose. His stomach was still heavy from the alcohol they drank last night, but that food smelled delicious. His head wasn't even hurting, his world was only circling too much for his taste, but it was nothing he could handle. A cup of coffee was at the little table by his side and Sully was nowhere to be seen.

Only Florence was dancing by the stove in a woman tuxedo and s tight blue shirt which was tugged into her trousers. She was looking like a lawyer of some sort and it wouldn't even make Nate shocked if she was. She seemed to be really smart. Her gentle, small palms were preparing bacon and eggs, the bread for toasts was already done. She was making breakfast as she promised to Nate.

"Good morning." - Nathan said and slowly sipped his coffee. Florence has him a look with a smile, smoothing one of her locks behind her ear. - "Hello, sleepy head. Had any interesting dreams?" - She asked casually and served him a plate full of food. 

“Maybe? I was too drunk to remember, to be honest. What about you and Sully?” - Nate served himself another cup of that black coffee.

“Nothing really, Victor was dead by the time I came to the bedroom. But you were saying interesting things when I woke up at seven.” -  Florence giggled and took another cattle of coffee to give him some more. She also decided not to tell him about Sully’s promise. She only hoped that Sully will stay true to what he had promised. 

“So I have to go now.” - She jumped on her feet again. Nathan was looking at her with a weird look. She was a ball of energy as it seemed and it was only good for that old man, so she will not keep him go old as fast as people normally would. - “Are you about to go or will you stay here?” 

“I think that I will stay for a while. I would be all alone at home anyways, so I will keep my mind occupied.” - Nathan said casually and sipped his coffee again. 

“Alright then. Say to my old man that he has his breakfast in the microwave and that he should buy himself a tie which will look suitable for my friend's wedding. You know the drill. Told him many times, but he doesn't seem to remember or he is not listening at all.” - Florence laughed melodically and she put on her high heels on. She waved him in a childish manner with a giggle and left the apartment. Sully came from their bedroom in her typical Cuban outfit, looking like a piece of cake as he usually did. 

“Morning, Nathan.” - Sully smoothed his hair and he automatically went to open the microwave, taking his breakfast out as he watched Nathan eating his. 

“She just left.” - Nathan blinked slowly and he watched that turned off TV. Sully walked next to him at a slow pace and sat down, turning the TV on to watch some morning news.

"I know. She is kinda hard to overhear sometimes." - Sully answered quickly as he watched some news about a new icebreaker. He looked mesmerized by that machine, but Nathan just continued with chewing his breakfast. - "And what about ya, kiddo? Ya feelin' better, have you figured out somethin'?" - Nathan frowned his face as he started to worry again. He didn't want to talk about that situation. He didn't like the way Sully crawled under his skin with such little words.

"Are you trying to be over concerned parents? Because it looks like you try to top each other." - Nathan tried to tease Sully, but his voice wasn't as happy as he wanted to be. - "She made me breakfast as if she was my mother. And now you're here, trying to talk with me about my feelings."

"Maybe I'm just concerned about ya and I want to know how ya feelin'?" - Sully shrugged his shoulders as he still watched the news. Nathan didn't really look good that night before and he was kinda scared about him.

"I fucked it up, as I always do." - Nathan cried to his own palm, his cheeks were swollen and red as huge circles were slowly appearing on his face. He was pale and his eyes were watery, tears running on his face wildly. He drank another glass and Sully watched him an unsure look. Sully started to be kinda worried about Nate having alcohol poisoning. - "Everything I touch turns to shit, you know?" - Nathan sobbed and looked at him like a lost puppy. Sully slowly put his hand on Nate's sobbing shoulder and furrowed his brows.

These talks weren't really his area. He wasn't sure about how to start them or what to say to Nate at all. Victor always knew that Nate is a seriously sensitive person who always trying to look like the toughest guy around. But it always put Victor off the rails when the sensitivity came forward.

"Nate, don't... Don't be sad about that. Sometimes things just don't work out." - Sully whispered and looked around his flat, thinking about how the hell should he continue. He looked like a scar deer in the headlights.

"But they don't always work out for me. I really, really liked her, you know that? When we took her to Spain and Panama, I was like: wow. This woman is it - that something that everybody searches for. But maybe it is my fault. Maybe I am not good for Elena, especially when I met Y/N and I just can't get her out of my mind." - Nate whispered and he started to cry even louder.

Sully gulped out loud and his eyes popped out. He felt like if he fucked up Nate even more. Victor's heart fell to his stomach and he froze on the place, his hand was still hugging Nate's shoulder. But it wasn't his fault. Nate could always stress out completely on his own.

"Don't say things like that, Nate. Please. It is nobody's fault. Listen to me boy." - Sully said and lightly put his shoulder. Nathan was drunk as hell and Sully didn't leave him with his eyes.

"Look at us." - Nathan chuckled all of a sudden, that smile just came somewhere from his tears. That made Sully feel a bit better. - "We're like some high school girls. One is badly in love with that cool quarterback and the second one just found a boy." - Nate leaned his jaw into his palm and closed his eyes. After a few seconds, light snoring could be heard. Nate fell asleep just as when Florence opened the door.

It was about eleven pm. She liked long jogs, sometimes being longer than twenty miles. It must've been this case as well.

"Hi. Didn't expect you to be up this late." - Florence swung next to him, putting his hands over Sully's shoulder. She kissed his cheek and then her look fell on Nathan. He was still red and his cheeks were wet from tears. - "Oh my God. Is he okay?" - Florence whispered and looked at Sully.

"Don't worry about him, sugar. He will be alright, he just needs to figure out some stuff. It's some heavy personal stuff, he's like a kid to me. I will not be speakin' for him." - Sully leaned his head on her round, nice shoulder and closed his eyes. He didn't drink as much as Nathan, yet the booze was spinning his head.

"I see." - Florence caressed his cheek and gave him a quick peck on the forehead. - "Go to bed, alright? I'll have a proper shower, then I'll clean up this mess and I'll make Nate lay on the sofa. Yeah?" - She asked and turned away from him.

Sully smiled at her back while she walked to the bedroom and bathroom, taking a fresh pajama with her, jumping into the shower. Sometimes, Sully was unsure what would he do without her. He was truly an angel. He was used to living on his own, but the truth was that sharing his life with somebody was way better. And he didn't even have to clean all of his mess.

And now Sully sat next to Nate and he couldn't even gulp down the bacon and eggs he was eating. Did he make an insensitive move? He felt like he did. Sully watched Nate with the corner of his eyes so Nathan hadn't got the feeling that Sully is staring him down. When he didn't start crying in the first five minutes, Sully was sure they were cool.

“I think you should ask her out. Just sayin’.” - Sully said when he took a bite of his toast. Nathan snapped his gaze at him in one second. Sully frowned at him with a question in his eyes. - “What?”

“Are you even realizing...” - Nate chuckled angrily, not believing his own ears. - “That you just told a married man to ask out a girl in a relationship?”

“And what's bad on that, kiddo? You like her, you should try to know her better, ya know what I’m sayin’? I don't think that all relationships are happy.” - Sully answered and he truly sounded like he didn't know what Nate’s problem was. 

“Sullivan!” - Nathan cried loudly and chuckled with an unbelievable face. 

“I told ya that I am not the best source of information, boyo. But I think you should ask Y/N out. That’s my last word.” - Sully said as he turned the volume up, enjoying the news about that shitty icebreaker.

#Nathan Drake #nathan drake fanfiction #uncharted #victor sullivan #yay #another part #i’m keeping up the pace #which is good #sorry for having sully and florence so much in this one #but i just find them cute #she is bitching him down #showing him who is the boss #and victor the dirty old man sullivan loves that #nathan drake x reader #elena fisher

[charlicpace]

hello pace! we’re a newly revamped skeleton rp about a group of gifted vigilantes trying to protect their decaying city. could we please trouble you for an opinion? thank you so much!

hi there ! of course you can ! because this is the first opinion posted on this blog, i’m just gonna start with a little disclaimer both so you know, and for anybody who also might want an opinion in the future, but the rest is under the cut !

DISCLAIMER: my opinions/reviews are kind of a two in one, and always going to be worded as kindly as possible. everything i say is only said with the intention of helping to improve an rp so it can reach its full potential and thrive, both as somebody with a personal opinion on most things, someone who’s been an admin before, and someone who knows what the rpc is like and what they’re usually drawn to. i’m always going to be nice and try to focus on the positives before critiquing the negatives, and i fully understand and appreciate the hard work that goes into creating an rp; nothing sucks more than having your hard work ripped apart and i will never do that. everything will be split into sections that i think are important, just so i can keep track of what i have or haven’t said yet, and so it’s easier to read and doesn’t look like an intimidating chunk of Opinion ! and finally and most importantly, my opinion is just that ! an opinion ! in the grand scheme of things, the opinion of one person ( yours truly, in this case ! ) really doesn’t matter if i say something you disagree with and don’t wish to change, as you’re free to run your rp as you wish ! however, if at any point you wish for me to take this post down for any reason, please just ask and i’ll happily oblige. i’ll make the most private, but shoot you an im with the link to the private post so you can still refer back to it if you so wish !

spoiler: y’all are going in my rec tag !

FIRST IMPRESSION. immediately, i’m happy ! your theme is clean & tidy, and everything looks really neat and easy to navigate. all important information is easily accessible, and would definitely make me want to navigate around the main further even if i weren’t about to do so for opinion purposes ! your graphics are bloody lovely, and the first post i see when i load the main is a skeleton specifically for a non-binary character, and with a nb fc as one of the suggestions, so already i’m happy, and would be more inclined to consider applying if that was why i’m looking ! genuinely, i wouldn’t change a thing about the main’s appearance, i love it. 

CHARACTERS & FCs.i actually really love skeleton rps ! i could be wrong, but i feel like that’s actually an unpopular opinion these days ? but i love a good skeleton rp myself ! and i think you’ve found a really great balance between giving enough information to spark muse but leaving enough room for creative freedom, which can be hard ! it’s not often that i’m drawn to more than a couple of skeletons at most, but every single one i looked at is intriguing as heck. they’re such well-written characters that it’d be hard for anybody to create a muse that doesn’t end up being multidimensional and interesting —– at least i hope so. i love that there’s nb rep, skeletons specially made for characters of colour, and encouragement for ‘older’ characters. really, it’s great stuff. and writing the skeletons in second person ? genius !

PLOT.genuinely, i love the plot and the way it’s written. there’s enough information there to get a full grip on the rp and the plotline, but the way you’ve written it makes it easy to read, and you can get all the information required without being faced with a big block of text that a lot of people find intimidating. usually, i’d be put-off by the genre of superheros ( nothing to do with it as a genre, i’m sure it’s great, but it’s just not my thing, y’know ? ) but with the way the main is run and the plot in itself would really make that not matter to me ! i’m just a little bit in love with it. the world you’ve built is so intriguing ! 

GENERAL ADMINNING.again, this seems to be a very well run rp ! asks are answered with kindness and openness, and i’d personally have no problem sending an ask your way if i had any questions or approaching you via the ims if i needed to as a member. your dedication also shows in the fact that you guys have recently revamped, and whether it’s to give the rp a boost or to fine tune some things, it shows that you’re dedicated to your group and the members who’ll be joining, and would make me more inclined to apply, too — i love nothing more than dedicated admins. the only thing i’d say on a tad more negative note is that the gif icons you’re using might be a little small for my taste, but they’re nice and bright so don’t cause too much trouble when it comes to seeing them ! your activity limit being six days is very reasonable and considerate, and very much appreciated, and i also love that your rules state not to write godmoddy starters, as i feel like that’s often neglected when it comes to what people think gomodding is. the banning of any text smaller than , the inclusion of a mandatory triggers to tag list, the lack of specific age-bending rules, the opportunity to add any fcs that make you uncomfortable to the app, the fact that you state that anonymous can be turned off or not enabled in the first place, and the fact that properly using people’s pronouns is in your rules… all brilliant, brilliant things. the rp is obviously a safe, inclusive space, and you make that clear by showing and not telling, and it makes me more inclined to want to join and recommend to friends. i also think your starter rule is very fair, as i feel like a lot of rps take it too far as of recently, and make interactions quite limiting by forcing people to reply to starters that don’t fit their muse, or forcing them to take on more threads than they can handle. i think you’ve got the perfect balance, though, and encourage inclusivity and the lack of bubble rping without taking it too far. however, i’d perhaps say that if you’re allowing minors into the rp, the writing of smut at all might not be the best idea, even though the rules you have in place are appreciated, and to maybe add the banning of autoplay on character blogs.

EXTRAS.including questions about the muse in the app is such a brilliant idea ! both for your sake and helping to decipher who is the best applicant to fill the skeleton, but also for the folks applying, as it’ll lead to them to think about their muse a little deeper and think about things in the long-run. i really think it’ll help weed out the people who aren’t looking to stick around, even more than a full-app rp usually does !

ENDING NOTES.my friend, you’ve created something really special here. i genuinely, truly wish you the best of luck, and hope you thrive as it’s really well-deserved ! i know i tend to end up giving the lovechild of a standard review and your average opinion, but my opinion is that this rp is fucking glorious. i’m gonna finish each of these on this blog by asking myself would i consider joining this rp if i were looking for one, and the answer this time is a very firm and enthusiastic yes ! congratulations on your revamp, and for sticking to your rp and the ideas for nearly two years, and good luck !

#skeleton rp #new rp #rph #rpc #rpa #nightcallhq #opinions & reviews #rec

[dreamingbrownie]

Tagging games part 4

Stole this from @potter-at-the-disco and as sure as heck nobody will ask me all of this bunch but I wanted to answer them all the same, I’m doing them in their entirety now. Tagging @fandom-glazed and @luckymoony (I can’t properly tag you for some reason, http://luckymoony.tumblr.com/) if you guys want to do this. 1. Which Hogwarts house are you? Ravenclaw, proudly so. 2. Who is your favourite professor at Hogwarts? Remus. By far. He’s the kind of teacher that we would need a hundred times over and more in our schools. 3. Would you have an owl, cat, or toad? ohmygod give me an owl to pet and send my letters, I still want to have my much loved black cat Nonny at home back tho 4. Favourite character and why? Ufff, tough one. Albus Dumbledore is turning more and more into my favourite at the time because Fantastic Beasts gives him even more depths, aspects of the Harry Potter books make more sense now and I’ve developed a good many headcanons about him and his feelings over the decades by now. On the other hand, I still adore Luna to pieces because she’s so loving and the special kind of person that I tend to gravitate to in reality. Also, I sure as heck relate to being bullied all your damned school career. Can’t really decide, honestly. 5. Pro or anti Marauders? Okay, this is a direct contradiction to having been bullied for 7 years: I’m a bit conflicted about them. I love the Marauders as a concept of very strong male friendship, coming of age, growing up in war times... Still, I’m well aware how shitty a person James and Sirius had been towards Severus, and man, I was so sorry to see him dangle upside down in 7.2, but it’s that friendship aspect that fascinates me. (And Wolfstar, Remus and Sirius, will forever be my OTP that I consider very much in tune with the canon and you can pry it from my cold dead hands.) Even if I never got the whole enemies to lovers between Lily and James. Until somebody explains to me how that happened, I’ll be a bit sceptic about that. I mean, a guy pestering you for a date who just won’t get the hint to leave you bloody alone already? Meh. 6. Avada Kedavra, Crucio, or Imperio? Man, this is a cruel one. Imperio, I’d say, cause it’s the most “““harmless”““ one. Take this with a huge grain of salt. 7. Favourite book and why? At the moment, Jane Eyre. Read it just before Christmas last year for uni and adored it from start to finish for all its directness, unmasked honesty of the conditions of early victorian times, Jane being the most self-respecting person I have ever encountered in a book and the tender love story between her and Mister Rochester. 8. Who do you think was the best father figure towards Harry? Remus. I still wish he could have grown up under his tender care. 9. Favourite movie and why? Interstellar. No unnecessary love story despite the fact that the setting very much would have allowed one between the main character Cooper and the female young Doctor Brand, for once, secondly, I’ve been in love with realistic space movies for ages and this one is by far the best in my opinion. The relationship between Cooper and his daughter Murphy is so heartbreakingly loving from start to finish, I always, ALWAYS cry during the last half hour and frankly, the director Christopher Nolan is a genius. To finish it all perfectly, the score comes from Hans Zimmer. And if Nolan and Zimmer in combination aren’t reason enough to watch a movie, I don’t know what. ... Ah, wait, you asked about my favourite Harry Potter movie, right? That would be 7.1 for the terrors of war displayed realistically for the first time and the Shell Cottage scenes with Dobby that moved me to tears. Also, riding a majestic dragon will get me every time. 10. Which character do you relate to most, and why? A mixture of Luna and Hermione. People say I’m like the latter one all the time due to my perfectionism in History and Literature (that honestly only developed when I started uni last semester, I was a mixture of okay and shit at school) and, as I said, being bullied makes you like the bullied characters more. But she’s unbroken. I admire that a lot in her. It sure as hell didn’t leave me as untouched... 11. Who was the most evil character? Umbridge. Discussion over. No, seriously, I’m well aware that Voldemort was a fascist, killing people, using Black Magic, yada yada, and Bellatrix was mad and cruel, the Dursleys abused and neglected Harry... but who didn’t hate Umbridge the most? Let’s be entirely honest there. :D 12. Thoughts on Severus Snape? Misunderstood arsehole. His character is fascinating and I loved his redemption ark, but I’d never in a lifetime want him anywhere near children to teach because he was the picture example of How Not To Be A Teacher At All. Being amused by scaring students, a fucking cynic (which stems from his character, yes, but keep that out of the class room please), favouring and mistreating certain students due to their House (or parents, for that matter)... Nope. I’ve had enough of that type in my school time, thank you very much. But as a character, he’s very interesting indeed. If you want to read a Snape that’s just as grumpy, magically capable, dark and dangerous but very much lovable in the end, read Naomi Novik’s Uprooted. Trust me. The wizard the Dragon is Snape 1:1 and it’s just so hilarious how blatant the adaption was done, I loved it. 13. Who was the bravest character in Harry Potter and why? Harry himself, I think. To sacrifice yourself so that others can live is the greatest act of bravery in my opinion. He stood up for others time and time again, somehow survived years of neglect and difficult years in school at the best of times, he would have had every right to throw it all to hell at one point, turn his back on everybody and leave. But he didn’t. 14. Best subject at Hogwarts? Transfiguration and Charms would fascinate me the most, I think, because essentially it’s the core of everyday magic. It fascinates me infinitely what one could do with Magic in Harry Potter. 15. Worst subject at Hogwarts? Potions, by far. I can’t cook, I’d be shite at Potions. xD 16. Who would be your enemy or enemies at Hogwarts? I absolutely agree with Harry that Draco was the worst, although I ship the two to death in a fanon sense and in the movies. I hate bullies and Draco was precisely that. Yes, he was scared, forced to do horrible things and under a lot of pressure by his parents, but he was arrogant and said horrible things from the very beginning until he finally grew up in book 7. You asked for my enemy, not for the worst character, because he’s absolutely not. 17. Who would be your best friend at Hogwarts? I’d probably gravitate towards Luna, Seamus, Hermione... Those are the people I’d like to have as friends. 18. If available, would you use a love potion on someone? Nope. 19. Favourite Weasley? The twins. By far. I love them so much. :D 20. Favourite Death Eater? O.o Uhm, ehrm, Snape? If he counts? Because he’s not murderous and mad and all, you know? 21. What would your boggart be? Either a very big spider, Aragog would make me scream like a child, or my math teacher from 10th grade. Yeah, no. The giant spider. Definetely the spider. 22. What is your patronus? An applemare horse according to Pottermore, personally I’m fine with that, but it wouldn’t be the first animal to come to my mind as a patronus. It’s supposed to represent me as a person, isn’t it? That would be a cat without any doubt. :D 23. Fuck, marry, kill *Insert 3 characters* Fuck Gellert Grindelwald (don’t ask me, honestly), marry Luna, kill Dolores Umbridge a dozen times over. Torturing children is Not Cool. 24. How do you feel about Cursed Child? Meeeeeeh. 25. How do you feel about Fantastic Beasts? Fucking loved it from the start, still hyping it and very much looking forward to the next movies.

#tagging games #tagging games part four #Harry Potter asks

[nightshadedawn]

This is a link to my Slavery!AU. And it’s actually kinda interesting?

Basically, I followed a prompt that said “ When you save someone's life, it becomes forfeit, and they're forever in your debt. Effectively, this means that superheroes are some of the largest slave owners on the planet." And I ran with it. 

But I’m also not continuing it, but there’s a lot of world building going on here, so I wanted to share it. Keep reading for the world building.

Things I wrote about in the notes:

- Toshinori is Izuku's dad. Inko was saved by him early on in his career and he's been supporting them both from far away to keep them both safe. He has not seen them in years due to his hero work. - Izuku still got One For All, but didn't yet know that All Might is his dad. - Izuku managed to get Katsuki into UA by taking the tag off the collar and fashioning it onto a bracelet. Neither of them will get into trouble for it (at UA), by the order Izuku gives that Katsuki will only be free if Katsuki saves him. - Both end up free, but Katsuki doesn't leave because LOVE. - All Might's Servant community is fucking fantastic. - All Might has more slaves than Endeavor, because his main focus is making sure everyone is safe while Endeavor focuses on beating the bad guy. - The idea of slaves, and slave holders, is not not weird or looked down upon because they have grown up with these laws. They're not perfect, and some wish things about them could be changed, but in the end no one directly wants them GONE. - Illegal slave holding is still punishable by the law. Like kidnapping someone and selling them into slavery.

Thing I wrote about in the comments:

Q:  With heroes saving so many people, it kinda feels like the majority of the population would be slaves.

A:  That's where the direct saves come in. Take the episode with Mt. Lady for example from early in in the first season. Those people gathered to WATCH the fight, but weren't in any life threatening danger. So she wouldn't have aquired any slaves. However, All Might, who saved hundreds of people in his debut, did. A good portion of the population being slaves though, would likely keep a surplus of heroes happening.

Q:  Do you know what would be the extent of slave-owning? Would the government object if a master chose to kill their slave/s?

A:  - Basically, a Master could likely use their slave for anything and not get in trouble. However, slaves are STILL human, therefore, if a master were to kill their slave, they would be put on trial. Their punishment, if they received one, wouldn't be as harsh as it would be if it were a free person. Judges, after all, are humans as well with their own opinions on slave owning and their bias would likely filter in.

Q: Does the concept apply to the whole world, or is it just a thing that happens in that particular country?

A:  - It applies to the whole world. It's basically something ingrained in the people by that point.

Q; Is there no way for an owner to let go of their slave/s?

A:  - Kinda like the Katsuki/Izuku thing, there can be arrangements made. Some could go the route of "Seven years complete servitude to me and you go free" or "Do this and you're free". Some people on the more wrong side could go the Beauty and Beast approach and do something like "in exchange for [family member], I'll give you your freedom". However, unlike the slaves in this world, most of them are pretty well off. Because of it usually being people high in power who become Masters, they take care of their slaves (like All Might does). And the only things slaves really CAN'T do is go into positions that would enable them to easily save people.

Q: Also, (this is going to be complicated) let's say a master has multiple slaves. If one of the slaves attacks the master and another slave saves said master having planned this as a mutiny together, does the slave who saved his master become the master himself, or are they now back on equal ground? And if it gets found out that it was indeed a mutiny, does having saved the master's life still count?

A:  - I think that it would only really count if the one who saved the master wasn't involved in any mutiny plots, because otherwise they would be part of attempted murder. If they just wanted to transfer power, there was no real need for him to be saved in the first place and therefore no transfer would happen.

Q: If a master with multiple slaves become a slave himself, do they still get to keep their own slaves, do they lose them, or are they transferred to the new owner?

A:  - I was actually thinking about this as well. It'll probably depend on the writer. If you have slaves prior to being saved, then you can probably keep them. It just becomes a hierarchy thing and your slaves end up with two masters. But it probably depends mostly on the writer, as said before.

Q: If someone pregnant is saved, does the slave-owning apply to her baby as well?

A:  - Another good question. As slavery doesn't pass on to children, but the woman is pregnant... This is also likely to depend on the writer as well. As an unborn child is still a person, I would believe that yes, you've just obtained two if you saved a pregnant woman. But probably only if she's so far along. Some maybe don't see babies that way? So, it all depends there as well.

Q: If someone is a slave and gets saved a second time by a different person, do they become a slave to both of their saviors?

A:  - I don't think so. The second would likely just be compensated for the rescue of the slave.

Q: Are slaves/masters obligated to keep in contact with their slave/master?

A:  - They're not. But most Masters keep their slaves close to keep an eye on them in case they DO want something. But in case they don't, this is where the collars and bracelets come in. The collars have the name of their owner on the outside while their name is on the inside (I imagine this to be a little slip on thingy, I can't recall the name of), and it has a tracking device in it. The bracelets have the Master's name on it while there's a bar code under it. Take a picture of the bar code, and all the slaves under this master pop up. With this page of people, you can find out just about anything about them, including address and number, so you can give them an order. Many hero masters keep their pages locked with passwords so their slaves aren't in danger from getting hacked.

Q: What are the governmental repercussions of not following orders from owners?

A:  - There's not a lot, honestly. Depending on the severity of the order they disobeyed, they could end up with a fine or light jail time (at most, two to three years). But most of the punishment for disobeying orders falls on the Masters. But say if Master ordered their slave to not tell anyone about something illegal they were doing, like smuggling, but they did get in trouble and their master was caught, there wouldn't be any repercussions. - So answer the question you're probably wondering now- if a Master is put in jail for anywhere upwards of two years, the slave is free.

This commentor didn’t split up the questions up like the previous one, so most of it will be in a block of text.

Q: All Might submitted izuku's DNA profile to the police for his collar before the rescue, which made the whole mess involving Izuku and the slime villain moot. Would they check if the rescuer is related to the one they rescued in case of unknown connection? When the profile came back with paternity to All Might, /could/ All Might have been his master if Izuku is his kid? Or would it have been become null void anyway because parents are expected to save their child? What about people in positions of protection like police officers or teachers? Obviously Heroes are some sort of exception, but does CPS have a stack of slaves of their own from getting children out of bad situations that risk their lives?

Also in your notes you say Bakugou would be free if he saved Izuku and only Izuku due to him making some sort of special deal, I'm assuming in that case both would be free? And not that ownership would simply transfer over to Bakugou; it would be a 1-1 situation?

What would happen in situations where it was a coordinated rescue like the Bakugou rescue Arc? Todoroki made the ramp, Izuki kicked off, Iida kept them moving, and Kirishima actually grabbed him. Would none of them get ownership because it took more than one life to save the life, or would it go to Kirishima for actually grabbing him, or draw a lots or something?

What would happen if someone who's already owned by somebody else is rescued? Would the second person be able to get some sort of renumeration for saving the property of another?

A: - "The second [savoir] would likely just be compensated for the rescue of the slave." - So I haven't actually gotten there yet? Almost, but I haven't gotten to Bakugou's rescue. If we're speaking along the lines of Bakugou wasn't yet a slave, then it would either be Kirishima or none. Because if Kirishima hadn't grabbed onto him and the rescue failed, well, yeah. But if he wasn't actually in danger of DYING (as I said, I haven't gotten there yet) then they wouldn't get ownership. - "Kinda like the Katsuki/Izuku thing, there can be arrangements made. Some could go the route of "Seven years complete servitude to me and you go free" or "Do this and you're free"." So, yes, they'd both be free. Izuku could have told him to do the easiest thing possible, but that would have been insulting to Bakugou, and this way, things will still likely work out. - The direct saves come into play here. If I hadn't added that rule, they probably would. But... it takes a lot of work. There needs to be evidence. And who would get ownership of the child? The one who reported the situation? CPS? It would get too complicated. If it were reported and CPS walked in at the time of the child being hurt, then they'd likely end up with ownership. Otherwise, the child is still free. - Under heroes, police workers and firefighters and doctors are the largest slave owners. Teachers... I feel is almost a long shot. A teacher steps in front of a shoot to save one of their students? If they survive, likely. Other than school shootings, teachers would likely have to act as any other would to obtain a slave... - On the All Might things... Um, good question? Parents are, mostly, exempt from being Masters of their children. Heroes, however... Ones light All Might, who doesn't show his real image to the public, would have to take Izuku on as his slave even with the knowledge of who he is. In this way, he'd also probably be protecting him... If by unknown connection, you mean blood relation, eh, it's a bit iffy. People could occasionally become Masters of their siblings, though not all that common. Here, I think it depends on who write the story. If by connection you mean if they knew each other and were friends or something- no one really cares.

Q: How young is a child exempt from slavery, are they exempt even as babies? If a 2 year old is being babysat and the babysitter sees there about to stick a fork in an outlet and grabs it at the last possible second is that enough? Because I could see daycare workers, especially when new quirks are manifesting having saved more than a few kids. Kids are dumb. I mean, teenagers are dumb too, but at least they can differentiate between fantasy, reality and what's going to maim them. Usually. If someone's dying or injured badly enough they could die and you step in to heal them would that count? Because if that's the case Recovery Girl would probably own Izuku in under a week.

I kind of wonder what happens if you save someone who's a slave owner. I can't remember if that was mentioned. Like Izuku and the others saved Native. Native was a hero and so might have had some slaves. Obviously I'm ignoring the whole publicly they couldn't acknowledge fighting Stain thing, but if Izuku was deemed as having done the saving because he called the back up and fought Stain in the meantime while he was making a concerted effort to stab the two, and he'd said he had no interest in killing Izuku so he could have just walked off, and all that would he get Native's slaves or would those slaves go free?

For the unknown connection I was mainly thinking of if the person didn't know that they were a parent. Like say a hero screwed around way back and ended up rescuing their own kid years later that they didn't know about. Would the fact that they thought that they were saving a stranger making a difference either? Would they do DNA checks to make sure something like that doesn't happen or was the DNA simply to have it on file in case he tried a runner?

If all of the collars have to be in his real name, and he's the person with the most slaves in the entire country, I'm guessing his real name is more or less an Open Secret at this point. Just saying. Which would actually be pretty funny if the person who (hopefully) takes this up ran with, though that might be hard to justify. If it's so easy to let those under your control free, does All Might pick really simple little tasks so he doesn't have so many? Considering his personality and the risk of his name being out there, you think he'd want to get rid of them as fast as possible.

Also if the name of the owners on the collar and his mom is owned by him, why doesn't he recognize the name Toshinori Yagi? Does she hide the tag or do they make little tag covers or something so they can't be read by people you're interacting with? Is it a classist thing to hide your tag if your owned, like if you're above a certain class you never go out without it covered or the opposite? Any other cultural effect to tag hiding even if slave themselves aren't look down on?

I think you mentioned that Izuku's mom and him lived comfortably because of her owner though the way it's phrased it might just have been because he was Izuku's father, how much taking care of does the owner actually have to do? Can they just ignore them, or are they required to give them a stipend or see to their housing? Is Izuku now required to go over and interview Bakugou's parents and make sure his needs are being taken care of? Because while hilarious I think that might be awkward.

A:  - Okay, so, with the daycare thing, very little of those children would likely end up slaves. Even babies are not exempt from the laws, but toddlers can get into a lot of mischief. However, if it's not reported, then no one does anything about it. Most daycare workers probably don't want to take the small children away from their parents, or be sued by angry parents for letting the children get into near death experiences they needed to be saved from in the first place. So they probably don't report it. There's a lot of "would be" slavery that goes on but doesn't actually happen because both parties decide to act like it didn't happen. - "I was actually thinking about this as well. It'll probably depend on the writer. If you have slaves prior to being saved, then you can probably keep them. It just becomes a hierarchy thing and your slaves end up with two masters. But it probably depends mostly on the writer, as said before." To add on a bit to this idea, I feel almost as if some of the things UA does helps to weed out students so there aren't so many. Because in the entrance exam, Izuku saved Uraraka... I think that's a bit off topic for this question. - The DNA is mostly for those who try to run and forcefully escape slavery. It doesn't matter if they're related, to those who make the collars and bracelets. But if the hero finds out, they'd likely make a task or something for the child to do. - Those who ARE his slaves know who he is (and Izuku, because he basically prematurely spilled the beans). But because most all of his slaves live in the same community, they aren't too badgered about it. Most outsiders leave it alone, because while the world knows it's "All Might's Space". Sure, someone could infiltrate it, but it's not like it's big lettering on the collars. It's average and mostly blends in. It's made so it can be easily seen up close. Those he can't trust with his secret- maybe a convict or something- he likely would set them free. But those he needs a reason to justify taking care of- like a kid who's got no home, or abusive parents, he'd move to his little community where they don't have to worry about it. Because they basically know that if his secrets gets out and he's sabotaged, everything good goes away. (Though, an open secret would be interesting, if played right) - On another note- the reason why Inko doesn't live in the community is because a) she could be trusted, and b) she was pregnant with All Might's kid and he thought they'd both be safer if no one made any connotation to him. - Izuku likely didn't recognize the name because he was freaking out too much. If he'd gone home and told his mom, she would have spilled all the beans about knowing everything and right then and there would have probably contacts Toshinori and went all Mama Hare on him. (Yes, I call her Mama Hare because it's a pun and Izuku's hero outfit makes him look like a bunny) As for the social effects of a collar... Well, some places would likely consider them liabilities due to the fact their master could call them away at any time. But given a trial run, they'd probably get a job if they could perform it better than any other. The tags on collars are removable, so some people make stylized ones, and for those people they're an accessory. For someone who was saved by a hero or the way they're saved is cool, they're proud to wear it. Some people do hide them, because they're ashamed. Or the reasons for being saved are shameful. It's not strictly illegal to take the tag off and put it on another accessory- like Izuku makes Katsuki's into a bracelet- but the repercussions of claiming to be something you're not can be troublesome.

- All Might takes care of all of his slaves, but even if he hasn't spoken to her in years for her own safety, he's particularly fond of Inko. The master is not obligated to take care of their slaves, but they're usually looked down upon and guilt rides up if they don't. If they really so wish it, they can just ignore their slaves. Some could, during the presenting of the collar, say "I never want to see you again."

If anyone has anymore questions, feel free to ask. I love world building. And if you would like to make anything for this world, please share it with me! I’d love to see it! But I’ll go for now. This is my contribution to the world of AUs in the My Hero Academia fandom.

#bakudeku #katsudeku #toshiinko #toshinori x inko #slavery!au

[longsightmyth]

Chapter-by-Chapter, The Naming, Chapter 3

Intro

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

(or you can just click the tag ‘Myth Reads The Naming’)

Pellinor

In this chapter we are reminded that the author is Australian, as the word ‘dingle’ is used for a grove of trees. The word choice isn’t important, it just tickles me every time I read it. Anyway, the dingle is a very nice collection of pleasant and protective trees who may or may not be slightly aware of the world.

This chapter is, however, mostly about Maerad being scried by Cadvan, who asks for her permission and waits until she gives it. He does not try to argue her into accepting. Scying is sort of mindreading or penseive-diving?

“It means I wish to look into you and see what you are.”

“Does it hurt?”

‘Well. Yes, it does, in a way. It’s a little like my asking if you would take all your clothes off and stand in front of me while I pore over you with a seeing glass.”

…

“What if I don’t agree?”

“Then I won’t do it, and we shall continue on our journey.”

She agrees to try. We see some memories of the Sack of Pellinor and more of Gilman’s cot, and she says that it did hurt, which Cadvan expresses sympathy for and apologizes, but the good news is that Maerad doesn’t have any bad intentions or evil designs and he can now tell anybody that with 127% certainty. We also learn that Maerad has a Very Special Harp that doesn’t need to be tuned and is SUPER OLD, even if it looks like plain old wood.

Throne of Glass (pages 27-38)

By coincidence, there is also discussion of trees in this bit of Throne of Glass, as they are travelling through an ancient forest that used to be home to fae and little fae or whatever. A soldier makes a remark about how Adarlan has gotten rid of the fae. Celaena snaps at him that he should watch his mouth, since Oakwald (the forest) used to belong to King Brannon and the trees probably remember him, prompting probably my favorite bit of dialogue in the entirety of Throne of Glass.

“They’d have to be two hundred years old, those trees.”

“Fae are immortal,” she said.

“Trees ain’t.”

Celaena stalks off and contemplates that maybe it was a good thing magic vanished. They travel some more. We are given six sentences about Celaena’s suffering through bad weather with a tent and cold toes.

We are treated to a poetic description of Prince Dorian and how his crimson cape crests like a wave when he comes back to take Celaena and Chaol to get a good view of the capital. Celaena talks about all of the Eyllwe slaves who helped her, naming none, and saying how ‘each night one of them would stay up to clean my back’ of her three parallel well-healed whip scars.

Then she angsts and says she isn’t fated for anything anymore, and THEN we get Dorian angsting about how beautiful and mysterious and fascinating she is.

THE COMPARISON.

Look I’ve mentioned the discussion of suffering thing every time, but here we actually get a glimpse of Celaena’s suffering at the expense of all the brown people she was incarcerated with. She says she was ‘whipped often enough that the wounds on her back never really closed’ and then had salt rubbed into her wounds.

I hesitate to say this. I do. But now we’re focusing TOO MUCH on the suffering? For whatever reason, now we’re told that Celaena was specifically focused on for punishment and special suffering, and… why?

I am impossible to please, I know. I think it’s the language: the book is trying so hard to make this The Worst Thing that my contrary self glares at it.

Also, I didn’t mention it in the Pellinor recap because it was so matter-of-factly mentioned in the text, but Maerad and Cadvan are cold too. They can’t have a fire in the dingle for fear of upsetting the trees, they are now pursued by something, and it’s still fucking freezing. All they have are their cloaks and clothes, of which Maerad’s are slave-quality for indoor-outdoor work and Cadvan’s are super beat up from being stuck in dark places and losing all changes because he sensibly held onto the travel rations instead. They’re curled up in cloaks on the ground! Celaena has tents and fires and sleeping bags and horses and changes of clothes! PRETTY CLOTHES. Her misery kind of palls, I’m just saying. She probably gets dry socks.

Something I want to dwell on here that isn’t actually a direct comparison to Throne of Glass but is important thematically: Cadvan worries that Maerad might be a trick of the dark sent to murder him (long lost daughters of murdered Bard Schools not usually being thick on the ground and all) and still won’t scry her unless she gives permission. He gives her all the outs. She chooses to go forward. He still apologizes for her fear and hurt, and clearly feels badly about it.

Nowhere is this kind of consideration given even to the Special Main Character in any of Maas’ books. The Special Main Character’s actions are always justified, and any hurt visited on them by their love interests or any dude on their side is not only justified but explained away as being good for them. Nowhere is a woman’s choice about her body or her mind or her abilities given precedence. It counts even in things as small as what women put into their bodies: in a later ToG book, Celaena/Aelin overdoes the magic despite her mentor being literally right next to her and watching her. He fusses incessantly, blames her for not eating enough beforehand even though she told him during the whole magic use thing that she was hungry and he decided he knew better, THEN during the coddling, when she says she’s full, he tells her he knows best and she is definitely still hungry. She takes another bite and decides he’s right.

Compare that to Maerad and Cadvan’s actions here. I’m moving on.

Also, Maerad and Cadvan thank the trees for their hospitality before they leave. I think Celaena thanks somebody maybe once the whole series, and Maerad and Cadvan are thanking trees.

This chapter of The Naming had 13 pages, 9 fragments, 3 em-dashes, and 17 ellipses.

This section of Throne of Glass had 11 pages, 17 fragments, 20 em-dashes, and 3 ellipses.

#myth reads #Myth Reads The Naming #Myth reads The Books of Pellinor #myth rags on throne of glass

[metricanxiety]

for diamonds do appear to be just like broken glass to me

Genre: oneshot- idk. 

Pairing: Phan. (dan and phil in case you didnt know that already.)

AU: Highschool/sixth form. Whatever you prefer. 

Warnings: Swearing, underage ??, mentions to sex 

Summary: After two years of heartbreak, Dan ends up sleeping with Phil off a drunken decision, and old, unexpected feelings come back up. 

Author’s note: i am aware that this is really crap, but i am trying to improve, so please send me requests of prompts, hc’s, etc, because I will write them for you when I get the time. I’m kinda new to posting on tumblr sooooo. PLease keep this out of the main tags, (i.e danielhowell, danisnotonfire, amazingphil, philllester, etc) because i did not write this for them to see. If you are uncomfortable with mentions of gay sex/same sex relationships then im pulling a mannymua and telling you to please dont fucking read it. 

“Pretty pretty.” Phil kissed the dimple adorned on the boy’s cheeks, making them turn a deep crimson. It wasn’t often they could be alone, where it was just the two of them, and they could do whatever they wanted. Dan was completely content. He was wrapped in the arms of Phil Lester, the guy that he’d completely fallen for. And although they were only young, he could sense something really strong between them. 

Phil was warm, having his Adventure Time sweatshirt pulled over him, and a blanket draped over his legs. Dan rested comfortably between Phil's knees, back to his chest. The blanket, which they were sharing, was up to Dan’s chest, as he didn’t have a hoodie on. Phil’s arms crossed over Dan’s chest, with no plan of letting go. It was moments like these that Phil longed for. He couldn’t wait to have someone special to him, so they could be entertained just from the company of one another. And he finally had it. 

Dan couldn’t help but to think about how lucky he was in that moment. Normally, on Fridays, Phil would be off with friends, spending time with them, but due to a holiday trip, they weren't going to be doing anything all together this summer. Which meant Dan had Phil all to himself. 

Phil leaned down, pressing his lips to the skin poking out of Dan’s tee, and it may have been the cold, but Dan shivered under the touch. This was all new to him, he’d never been in a proper relationship before, or had anything romantically special with somebody before. So he was still growing accustomed to the constant affection, not that he didn’t like it, but everything was so new. 

Dan turned his head slightly, only to see Phil, resting his chin on his shoulder. Phil tilted his head to look at Dan, and they both smiled, bumping their noses together. 

It was Dan to finally close the gap, kissing Phil, just because he could. 

- 

When Dan was awoken this early morning, he wasn’t aware he had company. His eyes fluttered open when the rays of sun washed over his face, blinding him. The curtains were never closed the night before, because well, he didn’t even remember half of last night. The sun light lit up Dan’s bedroom, making the edges of his desk shine bright with the natural highlight accentuating the sharp corners. His plant drank up all the light it could get, as it never got much in the first place in it’s dark corner of the room. The pictures that littered his wall had a glare, making the faces unidentifiable, but Dan knew them well enough to know who was being blurred out. 

Dan’s hand formed a fist, and rubbed both eyes, as if it would help him wake up, wipe away his constant feeling of restlessness, but alas, it never worked. He yawned, leaning over to check his electric that sat on his bedside table. The numbers lit up in read told the brunet that it was half past six. Dan groaned, throwing the white duvet over his waist, as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, getting ready to be up for the day. A chill washed over his skin, giving his goose flesh up and down his arms, realizing that, yes, he was completely naked. Not a cloth bared on his back. 

Dan decided that maybe a few more hours of sleep would do, even though there was probably people piled in his downstairs level of his house from last night’s endeavors. They’d be okay for a little while. 

Dan was known for his awesome parties, that’s the only thing keeping his name high in the food chain at school. And lat night was special: the first party of their last year of sixth form. It had to be amazing, because there was now a countdown to the very last party of their secondary school life. Everyone knew Dan would do well with this important night, and judging on what he remembered, he nailed it. 

He tugged the duvet back up, flopping down onto his side, and was startled when he saw a body directly next to him, in his own bed. 

And it wasn’t just a random stranger from his class, no, it was Lucifer himself. 

Phil Lester. 

Dan couldn’t believe it, because holy fuck he actually gave into this bastards antics, after two goddamn years of rejection, Dan finally gave in. And he hated himself for it. 

You see, Dan never got on with Phil. At least, that’s what Dan told himself. When they were both sixteen, they had this fling over the summer, but they never took it farther than cuddling and holding hands. But, before school started, Dan thought he was finally with the guy of his dreams, but then dumped because friends got back from holiday. Specifically, Phil’s friends. 

Dan was so heart broken, he didn’t ever think he would be able to leave the safety of his bedroom ever again. He never thought that Phil, his Phil, would ever hurt him after what happened between them. Sadly, however, people make promises that the probably will not keep, which Dan had learned the hard way. 

Ever since, Dan watched Phil, seeing that he wasn’t the only rose petal being ripped apart by Phil’s hands, he wasn’t the only broken heart in the school. Poor, sweet, Liz Brekell, thought Phil was the love of her life after being asked out by him. She swooned over his exterior, and, even Dan admitted, was pretty fucking hot. Phil had muscles in all the right places, with straight, black hair that swept to the right, and his fucking smile, it definitely stole the show. But sadly, Liz was dropped for well, the net girl to drop to her knees. It was disgusting to Dan, that he too, had fallen for the scumbag called Phil Lester. 

Dan gasped, brown eyes met blue, one screaming out of horror, disgust, the other of smug, and satisfaction. Phil had a fucking smirk spread across his cheeks, and Dan tugged his duvet away, covering his modesty. Phi, however, didn’t budge. The look in his eyes began the memories to flood back into Dan’s mind. 

The alcohol, the kissing, the dancing, all the way until They stumbled into Dan’s bedroom, lips attached, zippers being pulled, buttons being ripped. Everything happened so fast, Dan felt as if he couldn’t breath. 

“Morning, sunshine.” Phil’s voice was deep, raspy from its lack of moisture, and the strum of his vocal chords was probably the most sexy thing Dan had ever heard in his entire life. And if he didn’t have self control, he would have melted in Phil’s fingertips right then and there. Instead, he built up his walls of defense mechanisms. Last night was a mistake, he decided. 

What Dan didn’t know, was that Phil thought it was hilarious that Dan hated him. He loved it, actually. Phil always liked a challenge. But when the rumors spread, about Dan and him, he was broken to have known Dan was no longer interested At least, that.s what Kyle Lockins said. So Phil did what any man would, moved on, and tried to make him jealous. He only succeeded at one of those things. He only really wanted the boy he had grown close to that one summer, the boy he kissed for the first time in the flatbed of his dad’s truck, under the stars of the country side. 

A true night to remember, one of the best nights of Phil’s life, and he let the precious diamonds slip through his fingers, mixing with sand after returning to the rocks he was used to. Dan shined brighter than any gem in the treasure chest of their student population. But Phil could never say that out loud. Picking up pieces of the diamond you lost is more difficult than thought. 

Phil shifted closer to Dan, trying to edge himself to the point of human contact, just to be able to touch him, but Dan had other thoughts. Dan did not want Phil any closer than the 38 centimeters they had between them, and ended up falling off the bed on the process. In some degree, Phil was hurt, but at the same time, he needed to take the situation in Dan’s perspective. He, as dd Phil, barely remembered last night, and was woken up to be naked in the same bed with the person he hated for two years now. He had to give the guy a little space. 

“Oh my g-” Dan couldn’t even finish his sentence, before covering his entire face with his hands. the duvet flopped down over his waist, but was still half on the bed, over Phil. Dan wasn’t a monster, so he left it. 

Phil too had his defense mechanisms, his just wasn’t as effective as Dan’s. He hid his emotions through flirting, being an asshole, basically turning into someone he isn’t. It was a barrier that very few people had broken down, but unfortunately for Dan, they built back up for him, without a realization he’d even torn them down. 

Last night, Phil didn’t even know how he convinced Dan to sleep with him, because any time Phil tried to get Dan’s attention, he’d get shot down. Fuck, he wasn’t even personally invited to this party, like everyone else was. (Phil had no idea how Dan had talked to so many people to invite them to a party, because usually the entire class, plus more showed.)

“Dan, let me-” Phil began, but was interrupted by a sudden jolt, seeing the boy that was in his arms not ten hours ago, hide under the duvet. 

“Just get your clothes and go.” 

His beautiful voice, in Phil’s opinion, was muffled by the thick fabric separating the oxygen into two. He could never have Dan like this again anytime soon, but had to respect his wishes. Phil rolled off the bed, sliding on a pair of boxers, followed by his jeans. He didn’t want to waste too much time, as the embarrassment of the situation was worsening by the second. 

Dan heard the door slam shut, and took it as the all clear. Well, not really. Nothing was cleared but his room. His mind had no source of ever being the crystal form of relaxation ever again, even if he only had that at rare times. 

He had just broken every single rule in his book. That is, he only had one rule, (never fall for Phil again) but he seemed to be having trouble with that. You may be thinking that two years must have been enough time for these two to recover, and get over the bridge of heartbreak, but their connection was so special, Dan thought about it all the time. Sure, Dan had dated a few guys since, but they all just seemed to be short, no longer than two month, flings. Phil was no different, the only thing keeping him out of this category is the fact that Dan and Phil were never dating. Phil was never Dan’s, and Dan was never Phil’s. Yet, it seemed to be the opposite at the time. 

The time Dan and Phil became a thing, Dan had just turned sixteen, and Phil brought him on a date as a birthday present. They’d been talking quite a bit before, but Phil thought this would be his big break with Dan. He was head over heels for the curly brunet, and only wanted him to be happy. He truly was the diamond in the rough in Phil’s eyes. 

He hadn’t kissed Dan until three weeks into the summer, when his dad finally let him borrow the truck. There was a scheduled shooting star shower happening that night, and it was the perfect setting to finally feel Dan’s lips against his own. Phil thinks about that moment every night, to this day. The electricity shared between the two could have lit up a city. And if I’m honest, things may have gotten heated, but Phil never pushed Dan. He was younger, and barely sixteen, and Phil was like, the third person to commit to him. (Dan doesn’t consider the other two important because he was so young.) 

Phil regrets every decision he made by the end of that holiday, however. His friends hated that he was spending too much time on a boy that wouldn’t last, so he kicked Dan to the curb. Rumors spread, and that was it. Yes, he did find it funny that Dan hated him, but there was always apart of him that wanted to prove to Dan that he wasn’t the piece of shit Dan had mad him out to be. 

Dan kicked himself, for he didn’t even remember the feeling of the touch of Phil’s lips against his own last night, Even though he didn’t plan on going back to Phil, he wouldn’t trade what they had for the world. Maybe he needed a reminder, how he felt with him, even if those feelings are no longer adamant. 

But for god’s sake, he fucking slept with Phil. He’d done something that his sixteen year old fantasies were based upon, and he barely remembers it. 

Dan threw his duvet back up onto his bed, walking over to the closet that held his clothing. He felt the same as he did two years ago. Betrayed. Used. Desperate. Feelings he hasn’t felt with anyone else, and he gets so drunk on it. The taste is so bitter, yet so addictive. 

Pulling up a pair of sweat pants, Dan thought he’d kick everyone out now, so he’d have the house to himself. He didn’t want to deal with his feelings, but pushing them away would only make then blow up in his face later on. He didn’t bother with a shirt, nor boxers, but it’s not like he wasn’t going to try and scrub off all of his shame in the shower in ten minutes. 

The minute Dan opened the door out of his bedroom, he regret every substance he allowed into his house. Because not only was there a pungent scent of alcohol lingering in the air, he could smell the weed that people decided to smoke in the living room, which meant he had to wash the fabric until it was gone. Fuck. 

Dan wasn’t really one to say no at parties, but everyone knew they had to at least ask. For example, the first time somebody brought alcohol, they asked Dan if he’d allow it, because it was his house after all. Until it caught on that yes, Dan wants you to bring all the alcohol your heart desires. Other questions consisted of if body shots were allowed, stripping, cigarettes, and now, I guess, marijuana. He doesn’t remember denying the question of weed, so he must have taken a drag last night. Usually he’d be against the whole ‘drug use’ thing, but when he’s drunk, his decisions can be unpredictable. Hence, the fact that he slept with Phil. 

There wasn’t as many people sleeping on his floor as he expected, making his job much easier to complete. He stepped up onto his coffee table, bringing his hands to cup around his mouth. 

“Everyone out!” He yelled. “My parents are on their way!” 

And yeah, he may have been lying, because his parents both traveled for a living, so he still had four days until they’d be home. It was the best solution to get people to wake up, and scatter. People thanked Dan as they headed out the door, a thanks for an amazing night and a night to remember, a party that can only be topped by the final one. He put on his most believable smile, giving brief, friendly hugs to the last of the fish in the sea that was his own home last night. 

The door clicked shut, and Dan immediately fell against the wall. His back slid down to the floor, and he pulled his knees up to his chest, as if he was protecting his heart from shattering, which, in some ways, he was. It took Dan so long to accept that Phil chose his friends over him, that now, it just felt like Phil was hurting him on purpose. He was slowly shattering into millions of pieces of heart break, all over again. 

Dan felt sixteen again, going through the same process of regret, and hurt, all starting with shame. 

He was really glad that last night was not the night he lost his virginity, because that would have made this situation even worse. Even though, that guy wasn’t all that great either. 

His name was Henry, and he was the person to comfort Dan in his mourning over Phil. And, Dan was brainwashed, thinking that some guys are better than the one he fell for, gave him everything he had, but not four weeks later, did the end things. Dan thought he was doomed ever finding any sort of real love. Because even though Dan had Phil for a few short months, he still felt something more than just attraction. 

He wished he remembered last night, to feel how Phil touched him, kissed him, felt him. How they connected in a way that they’ve never before, but both under the influence of alcohol running through their veins, making decisions for them before their minds could interfere with all the consequences that would follow. 

Dan just felt like crying, because all of his feelings for the boy who had taken him for granted were flooding back like tidal waves, and if he just hadn’t fucking slept with him everything would have been fine, you dumbass, I can’t believe you-

He dragged his feet back up the carpeted stairs, just enough to turn the tap on his shower. Dan hadn’t quite seen himself that morning yet, so the surprise bruises scattered around his neck was quite the scare he saw in the mirror. 

Hickeys were never something Dan liked, his neck was too sensitive for him to allow people near it, but well, Phil was an exception, he guessed. The marks were deep purple, fading into a red, then his skin tone. They were fucking dark. And they went from his neck, around his collar bones, to his V-line. The thought of having Phil’s mouth all over him made his skin crawl, and shiver. When he was sixteen, he dreamed of Phil’s mouth all over him, and now, after it happened, he only wanted more. 

Phil was always so talented with everything he did, especially kissing, Dan decided. His plump lips were always so smooth against Dan’s, and the one time he actually moved to Dan’s neck, he never left a mark. Now, his neck is sensitive, and his actual skin is no different. He was so surprised when Phil pulled back, leaving no evidence that he was even there. And god, did Dan want proof Phil actually kissed his neck. 

Looking at himself in the mirror now, was like a dream. This was his past self’s goal in life, to be marked up, claimed by Phil Lester himself. Dan had a sudden urge for more, to be covered in hickeys that Phil would have to suck and bite him to leave. Every sad emotion he was having before just turned- dirty. He wanted Phil to come back over, and have sex so they have something to remember by. It could be his teenage hormones, or it could be his crazy talking, but we all know it was both. 

It would have been so easy to just ring him back over, logistically, but Dan had literally kicked Phil out earlier, so he wouldn’t be surprised if Phil hated his guts now. Could he blame him though?

Suddenly, after two years of telling himself no, Dan was saying go for it, despite his rule. Because maybe this was his shot again. Maybe Phil wasn’t an asshole, and had actual reasons to break up with Liz and every other person to ever date him ever, maybe Dan was different. 

All this hype, and confidence, made Dan take the fastest shower he’s ever taken, because ohmigod he was actually going to do this, he was going to make the first move, he was going to invite Phil back over-

He was going to get Phil back. 

Just the though made the sixteen-year-old Dan squeal, and tap his toes on the floor out of impatience. He denied his feelings for Phil every day, and suddenly, his entire path changed. It took a complete 180, because he went from hating Phil with every drop of blood in his body, to trying to get him back. 

Even if it ended up only being sex. 

Dan couldn’t stop staring at himself in the mirror. The marks on his skin, he knew, would turn into some type of drug for him. He loved it. He wanted to look like this all the time. The feeling of being claimed really turned him on, which was, apparently, a kink he had discovered this morning. But it wasn’t just being marked up, and claimed, he wanted it to be done by Phil. 

A simple, comfortable outfit, would have to do for Dan, because, if Phil were to come over, he would need something easy to take off. Joggers and a t-shirt was the best he could do. And as Dan lunged for his bedside table to text Phil, tell him to come back over, he was notified that well, Phil had beat him to it. There were two notifications waiting to be read on his lock screen, both next to the simple name, of just Phil, no emoji, or anything to mark him as someone special. 

Dan- sorry for last night, i understand if you need some space, but i really need to talk to you 

text me if you decide you want to, i guess

Dan’s heart sank like a rock being thrown into the ocean, floating all the way to the bottom before being engulfed by the murky water, making the ocean floor not visible. Dan could’t just invite Phil over now, I mean, it hasn’t been forty minutes since Phil has left, and now things would be awkward, especially since Phil needed to apologize face to face, Dan thought that had to be the reason. 

Then the memory of Liz, having her heart ripped out, and thrown in the garbage, right next to her v-card, by Phil was drawn back into his mind. Liz, who cried for months over Phil, probably never got an apology. What Phil did to Liz, was probably going to happen to Dan, for the second time. 

The urge he had for Phil still remained, however. So Dan did what any person would do, wait it out. 

Phil, on the other hand, was also freaking out. He too, still had feelings for Dan, obviously, and he doesn’t even know how he finally convinced Dan to give him a chance. He thought that after they reconnected, (literally, in this case,) he wouldn’t feel guilty, and everything would be great, and Dan wouldn’t hate him any more than he already did. 

Except not really, they were both drunk and happen to hook up. It wasn’t really Dan giving him another chance, but more so, not saying no. 

Phil could see it now, the broken pieces were coming together, but only if he doesn’t fuck up like he did again. 

-

Phil scrambled for his phone, as he had left every conversation on do not disturb, except for the only person he cared to talk to, and his phone had finally chimed for the first time in two weeks. And it was exactly who he wanted. His beautiful diamond had finally shined over the sand again, and his was so grateful. Phil couldn’t get Dan off of his mind, because unlike Dan, Phil actually remembered that night with Dan more as time went on. And god, did he want Dan like that again. 

He remembered having Dan all laid out in front of his, and he only wanted to kiss him, mark him, because he knew Dan loved it. After two years of trying to get him back, (well, trying to get him to go out, but he was never good at expressing that, as in, he attempts to make Dan jealous) this could finally be it for him. Phil wanted to kiss Dan like he did when they were sixteen. 

He wanted to go back to that summer and change his decisions, so maybe he could have had Dan for as long as he wanted. Because even though Phil dated a few people, he never liked them, and appreciated them, as much as Dan. And they were purely to try and get Dan’s attention back on Phil. It never really worked. 

“Hello?” Phil slid the screen so fast, it may have seemed desperate to Dan, with how quickly he answered. 

“uh, hi, Phil. Look, I’m really sorry about kicking you out the other day, I was overwhelmed and I didn’t know what else to-”

Phil interrupted the sweet voice he had fallen in love with, even though he didn’t want to cut his time short from hearing it. “It’s okay, Dan, I came on too strong, and it was your house, you had the right to do it.” Phil exhaled. He seemed to talk faster and faster as his sentences dragged. Phil could hear Dan’s voice stutter, as if he was about to laugh, but held it back. 

“In the text you sent me, um, you said you needed to, um, talk?” Dan could barely spit out his words. This moment had him so anxious these past two weeks, he basically forced his hand to hit the call button. And even then, he nearly hung up immediately. 

Phil’s eyes lit up, because Dan actually remembered, but Phil didn’t. He couldn’t for the life of him remember what he needed to tell Dan. Of course, he could go with the plain obvious, and just fucking say how hopelessly head over heals he was for Dan, but there was something more, something that was perching on the tip of his tongue, but couldn’t quite spit out. 

“Phil? If you don’t have anything to say, then I should probably-”

“Wait, sorry, just, uh, can we, um, meet?” Phil stumbled. He got onto his knees to attempt to search for his shoes under his bead, eventually pulling out the worn black converse. He held the phone between his cheek and shoulder as he awaited a reply. 

“Like, now?”

“Um, yeah? If that’s okay?” Phil laced up his shoes, and shrugged on a light jacket- the England weather had turned quite shit, with rain being the most common in their area, oppose from the lovely sunshine they had a little bit ago. 

“I don’t know, Phil, I-”

Yeah, two weeks ago Dan was literally ready to have Phil back, but he was glad he gave himself time to think. Because maybe he didn’t want his fucking heart broken again, by the same person that ripped into pieces in the first place. He couldn’t make it that easy for Phil to just waltz back into his life.

“Please? I can be quick, i just don’t want to do this on the phone.” Phil took a deep breath, about to walk out the front door of his house, still not remembering what he had to say to Dan. 

“Fine.”

Phil cut the call, running out to his car, and speeding to get to Dan’s house. 

Dan hadn’t been to keen on letting Phil come over again, but he needed closure, and if having a cup of tea in the awkward silence of his living room meant closure, then so be it. The marks on his neck had faded drastically, but you could still see the ghosting of where there was one before. That wasn’t fun explaining to his parents. 

He really just wanted to take back everything that happened at the party, because it brought up old feelings that he really didn’t want anymore. Dan sighed, running a hand through his hair. What was Phil Lester doing to him?

Dan had his music on the speaker in the leaving room, trying to calm his nerves as he waited for Phil to arrive. And all that was running through his mind was  ohmygodwhy on repeat, but it was too late for him to cancel. He didn’t even know what to expect from Phil this time, if he was looking to just hook up again, or if he was going to apologize, he had no idea. 

Dan tried to distract himself, counting the freckles going up and down his arms, rearranging the cushions on the couch, changing his outfit for the billionth time, he just had to keep himself busy. 

Dan was feeling so anxious over this, he couldn’t stay still, so when he heard the doorbell, his jitters intensified, and he could barely walk to the door without stumbling. He yanked the door open and it looked like Phil was in the same state of him. 

He was wearing all black, and god, did he look so hot, in that form fitting t-shirt, and when he saw Dan, his smile was just so- calming, knowing that yeah, this is Phil. This is the Phil that he care for so deeply two years ago, he was standing right in front of him.The eye contact they shared, it made Dan feel like they were sixteen, both with very awful taste in clothing, inexperienced, and much shorter. 

Dan had forgotten how much Phil actually meant to him, as all he did was suppress the pain he went through when Phil left him.The only reason he didn’t grab Phil’s face, and kiss the life out of him, is the fact that Phil came here to talk. 

“Dan, I-” Phil started, but Dan flung the door open, letting him in. He didn’t want Phil to talk while standing outside, because A) its rude, and B) he didn’t want Phil to just be in and out. 

Phil smiled, walking in, letting Dan lead them to the couch. “Do you want some tea, or anything?” Dan asked, procrastinating this talk even more. Phil chuckled, grabbing Dan’s hands, and pulling him down onto the couch. Dan took a deep breath, trying to relax himself. It was just Phil. 

And that thought scared him. 

Even though he was looking at the Phil he fell for, two years ago, he couldn’t forget about all of the awful things he had done in the time between now, and when they broke off. He just wanted his Phil back.

 “Dan, I wanted to talk to you about what happened between us,” Phil started. Dan sat on one of his leg, so he could face Phil better. He sighed, running a hand through his curly hair.

 “It was a mistake, Phil. We were both drunk, and our bodies did things before our minds could inter-”

“I wasn’t really talking about that. I meant, um, two years ago.” Phil gave a small smile, and Dan’s face fell.

 Dan didn’t really like talking about him and Phil a whole lot, he didn’t want to remember what he felt for Phil, so his solution was to just not say anything about it with people. He hated remembering how happy Phil made him, because it only made him feel responsible for all the shitty feelings people had when with Phil, even though he had no reason to feel that way.

 “Oh.”

“Yeah. I just, I couldn’t stop thinking about you after I made the clearly wrong decision. You were always on my mind, everything I saw reminded me of you, and it was like anything just screamed ‘Dan Howell’ to me, and it honestly was destroying me.“But I couldn’t just go back to you, no, my fucking choice was to try and make you fucking jealous, and end up hurting you more, and I was hurting others because I just, it didn’t feel the same. 

“Now don’t get me wrong, I loved the fact that you hated me. I have no idea why, it was just, I don’t know, I found it so hot that you didn’t like me, or some god awful reason, and it was like a challenge for me to win you back.” Dan’s frown was slowly turning into a smile. 

Phil wasn’t even looking at him as he spoke, but his hands were moving all around, expressing so much passion into this conversation as he rambled. Dan couldn’t believe that this was all about him, Phil was talking from his heart, and he was falling for him all over again.

 “And I thought I was over you, I really did, but when you started dating someone, it would make my skin crawl.” Phil laughing slightly when Dan did, and Dan moved a little closer to Phil, laying his arm across the back on the couch, as if he had his arm around Phil, without touching him. “I couldn’t even imagine somebody holding you under the stars like we used to do, because I was supposed to be the person doing that. I was supposed to be the person holding your hand in the car as Muse blasted through the speakers, I was supposed to be the person running my fingers through your hair when you were stressed, and couldn’t deal with anything else. I hated the fact that I had taken the connection we had for granted.”

Dan blushed, looking away from Phil. His words were magic, and he could tell Phil had thought about this a lot. Phil grabbed Dan’s hand, bringing his attention back to him. And Dan let Phil hold his hand, something that Phil thought he would never be able to do again. His slightly calloused fingers slotted perfectly into his, and he swore he felt sparks when they touched. 

“And then we fucking slept together. We slept together, Dan! I barely remember anything, but I knew I had convinced you, I had kissed you, and I hate myself for it, because I didn’t have the guts to tell you how much I fucking like you sober. Because I do, god, I do. And I just, I’ve wanted you back since that summer. Since our summer had ended.” Phil had moved himself so they were almost on top of each other. Dan’s mind was racing, everything he had just said made him want to cry. Nobody had ever spoken about him that way, and the feeling was so indescribable.

They sat there, remaining eye contact with one another, hand in hand, processing the feeling just exchanged, and Dan did it. He launched forward, smashing his lips against Phil’s, nearly knocking him over. Phil responded immediately, letting go of Dan’s hand, and bringing them to his back. Dan brought his hands around Phil’s neck, and pushed him, so he was laying on top of Phil. 

Both of them laughed, when they separated for air, bumping their noses together. Phil leaned back up, pressing their lips together. They had forgotten how amazing their kissing was, electricity was flowing through their bodies, sparks were flying, because fucking finally, they realized hoe meant for each other they were. Their lips moved together as if it were natural, like they were made to do this together. 

-

“Are you sure it’s tonight?” Phil asked, he hugged his hoodie closer, as Dan practically dragged him to the pickup truck in Phil’s driveway. Dan rolled his eyes, throwing the blankets into the flatbed. 

“I promise. Now c’mon, I don’t want to miss it.” Dan threw the keys at Phil, who caught them with surprise. 

Today was the day Dan was supposed to throw the last party of sixth form. Everything was planned as well, Dan’s parents were out of town, again, Phil had helped spread the word, and they had a shit ton of food. But when Dan found out about the meteor shower happening, he dropped the party like a hot cake, and was dragging Phil out to the county at eleven p.m. 

They were relaxing on the couch, with Dan’s head in Phil’s lap. Dan was paying attention to the anime on the telly, but Phil had his eyes on the iPhone game, while the other hand played with the curly locks of the boy he loved, when Dan suddenly sprang up, remembering the exact reason he had cancelled his party that night, why they were at Phil’s house instead of Dan’s, and dragged Phil out the front door, leaving the warmth behind, and entering the bite of the cold outdoors, even though it was June 

Phil didn’t mind though. The only thing he cared about was the beautiful diamond that he had to hold in his arms tonight, because he finally collected all the pieces he had lost. It was nice to call Dan his after so long of a disconnection, he’d do anything for his Dan. And if that meant going out to sit in the middle of nowhere to see shooting stars that probably won’t be very visible, then he’d damn well do it. He’d do it just to see the little crinkles in Dan’s face when he smiled, the sparkle in his eyes when he’d finally see what he was looking for, or the way he’d get jumpy, and excited during times leading up to plans. It was Phil’s favorite. 

As Phil drove, he realized that he lived for these moments with Dan, he couldn’t imagine his life without Dan by his side anymore. All his future plans revolved around him,(but Dan didn’t know that) Dan was the actual reason of his existence. Just the thought of not waking up in the morning and not having his usual ‘good morning, love’ text from Dan made his face fall. 

Phil really didn’t know what he was missing out on during their two year gap. 

But all that mattered now, was that he was heading out to go watch the stars with his favorite person on the planet, and he couldn’t have been more happy to say that. 

//hello hi this is the end. I really tried w this one, but i didn’t like the end result as much as i hoped, sorry the quality went to shit after the first bit lol. tanks for reeading :) also the theme didnt really keep up but its whatever im sorryyyyyy

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