Just an account dedicated to YouTubers, mainly those named Dan and Phil. Yes I do realise the name sounds more like Dan than Phil but...I have no excuse. I MAKE REALLY BAD EDITS AND LATE NIGHT TEXTPOSTS PLEASE FOGIVE ME FOR BEING A DISGRACE TO THE PHANDOM AND YES I SHIP PHAN AND I WRITE THE PHANFICTION BUT IT'S COMPLICATED LEAVE ME ALONE I AM A FREAK WITH NO LIFE AND WHAT KIND OF A BIO IS THIS OH GOD WHY. I just realised how dark my blog is *sigh*
To sum it up, I'm a Filipino living in this shitty mess called America who fangirls over two amazing people who will never acknowledge her existence or meet in her years of living on Earth. Wow long bio.
If you know where this is from, then i am really, really sorry for you.
WHY WOULD YOUI JUST
oh great thank you i almost forgot
*curls into ball*
NO *violently sobs and writhes around on the floor*
When Zalfie share a microphone vs when Phan share a microphone…
Zoe is really sharing but Dan is really just holding the mic for Phil
this is really selfish but
why can’t mental illness be like any other kind of sickness where you go to hospital and your loved ones come and give you flowers and tell you that they love you and hold your hand and make sure you get better
why doesn’t that happen instead of awkward silences and embarrassing tears and messy bedsheets and a bunch of other stuff no one actually talks about
w h y
I can’t find a single selfish thing in that.
Hi guys! This is my first piece of phanart! yay! It’s quick, very simple and it’s messy- but I hope you like it! I plan to try different styles.
Feedback is appreciated! I will be posting more soon, thank you <3
mom: so are you almost done with your homework
*reading coffeshop au phanfics instead of doing homework”
me: yeah im almost done
im really ill and tired and stuff but i wanted to write and this sort of happened. it’s really not good quality because i’m ill but yeah grebipg idk.
New message from Phil.
im on my way. im sorry, i can explain, please dont move. please.
Dan sighs, sliding his phone back into his pocket and he waits.
He isn’t quite sure of where he is. He’d told Phil he’s across the street from an Italian restaurant with a name he can’t pronounce. One last chance, one last explanation.