Gal

Bisexual Canadian Phillie/writer

[allthephils]

I was tagged by @its-always-sunny-in-phil-lester to do this . I’m not going to tag anyone this time but you should all do it anyway because this is actually kinda looks like me!

[shady-orc-npc]

These picrew self portraits are my new favorite thing! I'm gonna tag @insectbah @phantasticlizzy @quercussp @sweetcharite and @adorkablephil in this one. I want to see everyone who did the last round in this version too though so jump in! Let's make a string of these that's just dnp blogs!

[lizzzybooo]

lol I WISH I was that cool looking haha but that's as close to me as I could get! Thank you for the tag 😊 this is fun! I tag @psychicmoth @honeywreath @ohforphuckssake, @winstonlives and @alphalester (if you want to of course!) 🙃

[winstonlives]

It me... kind of. As close as I could get. This was fun, thanks for tagging me @phantasticlizzy. Now I tag @drycerealthief and @tulipau. (Only if you want obvs) have fun. 😉

[tulipau]

it me! (kinda?)

anyone who sees this and hasn't been tagged already, feel free to share your beautiful selves.

[galhowell]

👋🏻

[artofthephan]

phil: new vid? i'm workin' on it

dan: more like twerkin' on it, from what i've seen

[llwho3]

[o0-snowdrop-0o]

“ Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there… ”

Rumi

/this was the hardest photo manipulation i’ve ever done so far, hope you like it guys💙

[lousolversons]

YOU ARE MY STARS TONIGHT - Slowly by Susanne Sundfør

[teenytinyfrog-deactivated201904]

:)!

[silvasaliva]

having cash is like having secret money. like whos gonna find out i’m buying tacos with this crisp $20 bill??? not my bank account, that’s for sure

[trust-me-im-satan]

owning a cat is hearing things crash during the night and deciding its a problem for tomorrow you

[alittledizzy]

hi mandy do you remember the series of tweets dan replied to where he said something & then phil tweeted something back and everyone “freaked out” that phil “noticed” dan, and dan pretended along with them & it was so cute and wholesome & I can’t find it 😭 i have no idea if what I said makes any sense sorry it’s hard to explain cause I can’t remember the details of the tweets 🤦🏼‍♀️

and everyone’s favorite self-aware response: 

[galhowell]

Hello, and Fic Requests!

Hello everyone!

I’m hoping to start using this blog a bit more over the summer to connect with you all 🙂

Since I have some more spare time, I was wondering if anyone had any fic requests for me? Please shoot me an ask if you do, or if you have any questions for me at all!

[charliestudyblr]

r e m e m b e r

You are allowed to take breaks, resting for a bit does not in anyway make you lazy. You need to recharge every once in a while.

[danslawdegree]

dan’s sexual awakening: a boy,,, delicately,, , ,lifting his pencil from his pencil case,, , soft manly hands,, ,, 

phil’s sexual awakening: HOT SHIRTLESS DUDE ON BEACH LETS KISS  

[pseudophan]

dan and phil vs. the world

[galhowell]

the greatest fan of your life

rating: T

words: 665

summary:  

He’s not perfect at loving Phil. But one day, he will be the kind of person that Phil deserves in his life.

Or

learning to accept yourself is harder than it seems

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19427422

author’s notes:

Well. Pride month 2019, eh?

Really though, I'm so proud and happy for D&P. My heart still feels like it's going to burst. They really did that.

This fic is a dedicated to this INSANE pride month, and the song that helped to inspire it is 'I'll Be' by Edwin McCain.

Please leave a like/reblog/comment if you enjoyed!

You can find me on twitter @Gal_tic

 i'll be your cryin' shoulder

 2010

 Dan’s not great with this. The whole...emotional thing.

 He couldn’t help it, really. The stream of ‘that’s so gay, Howell. Man up.’ that taunted him whenever he felt an ounce of emotion. Turns out the ‘you can take the boy out of an all boys school, but you can’t take the emotional trauma back’ was true (ironic considering he always joked about it to cope.)

 However, when it came to Phil and Phil crying, it was a different story.

 “I just don’t know where I went wrong.” Phil had blubbered to him, wiping his eyes as he sat on the couch, looking incredibly small for someone over six feet tall.

 Sitting down beside him, Dan, in a moment of true vulnerability, had taken his hand.

 “Hey. Listen here, Bub. If anyone doesn’t like you for being who you are, then they’re a tosser.”

 Seeing Phil prepared to argue his point, he shook his head.

 “No. You’re an incredible person, and I love you. You being gay is part of who you are, and you deserve to be treated with respect.”

 Sniffing, Phil had rested his head on his shoulder, seeming to have calmed down a bit. “You’re too good to me” He had said after a moment, moving to press a kiss to Dan’s shoulder.

 Smiling softly, Dan had returned the kiss, placing it on the top of his mop of black hair. “Shh. You know what you’ve done for me.”

 He may still have struggled to show true vulnerability himself. But when it came to Phil, he was always prepared to be there for him.

    I'll be love suicide  

 2012

 He’d never seen Phil that stressed before.

 “Look. I didn’t mean for the video to leak, Dan! I thought I had taken it off of my account fully. Turns out I hadn’t. I - I don’t want to put a barrier between us because of this. I know you’re upset.”

 Running a hand through his hair, Dan had huffed, not knowing exactly what to say.

 “I’m effectively outed now. Everyone online is saying I’m gay. You know how that word effects me, Phil. Yeah, it was a nice video. But now we’re going to have to deal with it being online forever.”

 Looking up, he felt himself soften slightly as he saw Phil’s expression - half scared, and half concerned.

 Sighing, he had shaken his head. It wasn’t Phil’s fault. He had been right - this couldn’t tear them apart.

 “I’m not upset with you. I’m sorry that...I’ve been so hard on you since this happened. I just...don’t know how to process this yet.” He had said after a few moments, looking up at Phil sheepishly. In that moment, he felt 18 again. He had come a long way since meeting Phil, but old habits always die hard.

 Feeling the bed dip beside him, he had felt relief surge through him as Phil put a hand on his shoulder reassuringly.

 They would be fine.

 He was trying.

        I'll be better when I'm older  

2019

Post.  

Dan had shrunk back as the video went live.

This was it. He was out.

For once, the word ‘gay’ didn’t seem so scary. Not with Phil in his life, anyway.

Maybe it was being 28. He didn’t give a shit anymore what people thought.

      I'll be the greatest fan of your life  

  Phil posting had been a different story, however.

 Pure joy had spread through him. He’d never been so proud.

 Smiling from ear to ear, Dan had immediately wrapped him up in a big hug.

 Their entire future was ahead. For the first time, he had never felt so far from the scared kid he had been at 19.

 And beside him, there was Phil. Always Phil.

 Phil, who had always been braver than him. Who had loved him despite everything.

 He had the whole rest of his life to make it up to him.

 The future had never looked brighter.

[galhowell]

got my name on this treasure

rating: Teen and up

category: M/M

words: 667

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19219984

summary:

He seems to exist in his own universe - and Dan can’t take his eyes off of him.

Or

Dan sees a very pretty boy across the club

author’s notes:

Hello Everyone!

Wow - it has really been a wild few days, and I couldn't be happier for them both.

Due to recent comments about fan fiction in this fandom, I would like to say that all of my works are fictional, and I do not claim to know anything about their real life relationship.

These fics are just for fun, and should not be taken seriously or be read by Dan and Phil.

As always, leave a comment/like/reblog if you enjoyed! It means a lot. You can find me on Twitter @Gal_tic

This piece was inspired by the song My My My! by Troye Sivan.

  Shine on, diamond  

  Don't make me wait another day  

 Dan doesn’t really go to clubs.

 Well - his roommates force him to. But it doesn’t exactly feel like an experience that he ever really tried participating in, choosing instead to lean up against a wall and nurse a lukewarm beer that he had purchased over an hour ago.

 Not that he liked beer. On the contrary, he didn’t enjoy it at all. Especially the only kind he had enough money to purchase.

 Taking a sip, Dan grimaced slightly as he observed the people on the dance floor, looking to be having much more fun than he was.

 If you could call grinding and shouting over the music to be heard fun.

 Looking around, Dan sighed as he saw one of his roommates, George, making out with some girl on a very wobbly looking bar stool. Typical. He was the type to bring a girl home every other night, and have very loud and rambunctious sex that everyone could hear.

 There had been too many nights when Dan had been stuck wide awake listening to his latest hookup and wondering 'how can anyone possibly be that loud? Is she dying?’

 Looking away, Dan focused back on the dance floor. Well - his eyes stopped their lazy movement on a very, very pretty boy.

 One who was…covered in glitter?

 He appeared to be with a friend, a girl who was unfairly pretty and giggling as she grabbed Pretty’s (as Dan now had chosen to refer to him) hand and let him spin her.

 If he was a better and braver person, Dan could see himself going over to Pretty. He would somehow manage to strike up a conversation with him, and hopefully find out that his companion was his sister and he was very much gay.

 In a dream world, where he wasn’t stunted by self doubt.

 -

 Later on, when he had about enough of the club atmosphere, Dan stood near the door of the club, waiting for an uber.

 He had offered to share with his (very) intoxicated roommates, but they were far from done. “The night is young! It’s only 1 am.” They had insisted, laughing off his announcement that he was leaving early, as he always did.

 Out of nowhere, seeming to shine all on his own, Pretty was standing beside him.

 ‘Now’s your chance!’ Dan heard his inner voice yell, pushing him to say something.

 Luckily, he didn’t have to.

 “Hey, are you getting an uber by chance? I can’t get my app to work...would you mind if I share yours? I’ll split the cost.” Pretty said, looking over at him. It was unfair that he somehow managed to look so adorable with glitter in his hair, and mismatched socks.

“Yeah!” Dan managed to make out, voice slightly squeaky. “If you don’t mind me forcing them to play Muse, that is.”  

 Pretty smiled, causing his entire face to light up. “Fine by me. I’m just happy to meet another person who has the same superior music taste as me.”

 A small smile crossing his face, Dan turned to face him more. “I’m glad I’m not alone.” He chuckled. “I’m Dan, by the way.”

 “Phil.” Pretty replied, eyes scanning over him. “Glad I came here tonight even though I didn’t want to. Not everyday you meet a guy who likes Muse who also happens to be your type.” He replied, a nervous gleam in his eye.

 Smile getting bigger, Dan chuckled to put him at ease. “Same. I happen to like blue eyes and snow white skin. What a coincidence.”

 -

 Later, after Dan hadn’t gone back to his apartment as he had planned, he asked Phil about the mysterious glitter in his hair.

 Wrapped up in a bright blue sheet and shiny from sweat, Phil giggled.

 “That’s a long story. Let’s just say...it was a dare from a friend that gave better results than anticipated. You.”

     Oh my, my, my  

  Living for your every move  

[galhowell]

babydoll when it comes to a lover

rating: G

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19073416

wordcount: 652

summary:

It’s pride month, and Phil has a crazy dream. 

Or, the result of too many marshmallows before bed (and being in love.)

authors notes:

Happy Pride Month, everyone! I thought I'd write a little fic to celebrate - also to help me dip my toe in the fandom once more. It has been a long few months, and I sincerely applaud all fic authors in this fandom who have kept writing through it. I hope that everyone has a wonderful month of celebrating, and that you enjoy this little drabble. As always, comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated.

You can find me on twitter @Gal_tic

 Wincing, Phil shrunk back in his seat as blinding lights hit his eyes.

  What?

 This couldn’t be right. Only a few hours ago, he had been heading to bed with Dan and laying his head down on the pillow after being put through a (self -induced) sugar coma.  So what if Dan hadn’t remembered to hide the marshmallows that he had bought for those nights when they were craving a hot chocolate? It wasn’t HIS fault.

 Jumping as he felt a very cold and wet tongue hit his ankles, Phil looked down to see a small corgi puppy looking up at him, head cocked.

     Okay….  

 A thousand questions on his lips, Phil couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped his lips as he saw the state of his clothing. Gone were the emoji pyjamas he had gone to bed in, and in their place….a pastel pink suit?

 Standing up, Phil took in the room for the first time. All around him was lavish velvet furniture, marble side tables, and outside the massive windows looking outside….thousands of butterflies filling the sky.

 Heading over to the window, Phil opened it quickly and poked his head outside, taking in his new surroundings. All of London had seemed to be replaced in a pastel dream land. How had that happened? It was summer, technically….but it was never that bright.

 Turning back and scooping the small corgi up, Phil exited the apartment, running down the pristine white staircase of the building down to the main floor, and out the main doors.

 There was no way he could have ever prepared himself for what he saw next.

 In front of him, as clear as day, was Dan.

 Dressed in a vibrant pastel rainbow suit, he had glitter in his hair, and a wide smile on his face.

 “Oh good, you’re awake!” He said cheerily, reaching out his hand. “I thought you’d never wake up. I know the transition can be awkward. But you’re completely done now.”

 Beyond confused, Phil regarded him with suspicion. “What...are you talking about?”

 “Your wings, of course.” Dan replied, gesturing behind him.

 Turning his head, Phil gasped in surprise as he saw the edge of a brightly coloured, opalescent butterfly wing that seemed to be coming out of his back.

 Turning back to Dan, he opened his mouth to speak, and ask what it all meant.

 Unfortunately, it never got that far.

 Waking up in a cold sweat, Phil sat bolt upright. Beside him, Dan groaned, shielding his eyes from the bright sunlight streaming through the window. “Phil? W’assit?”

 Taking a deep breath and rubbing his eyes in an attempt to process what he had seen, Phil shook his head disbelievingly. “I...you….were wearing a rainbow suit. I had wings.”

 Snorting, Dan pulled him back down onto his chest and wrapped an arm around his side tightly. “Sounds like you’re tripping there, mate. I wouldn’t be caught dead in that.”

 Unable to help the small smile that crossed his face, Phil wiggled out of Dan’s grasp, turning to look down at him. “I know. I think that broke the dream for me. Well - that and the giant butterfly wings on my back.”

 Peeking an eye open, Dan regarded him fondly. “It’s the start of pride month. You’re growing your beautiful gay wings.”

 Phil giggled, planting a kiss on his collarbone. “Shut up. I’m not qualified to have wings. I’d somehow decapitate myself. Then who could you kiss?”

 Smiling, Dan opened his eyes fully, leaning up to land a peck on his lips. “Can’t have that. I better cut you off from the marshmallows since they’re feeding the growing process. You have to stay on the ground.”

 “With you?” Phil breathed against his lips playfully, eyes shining.

 “With me. Eternal caterpillars snacking all day and residing in a nest.”

 “Deal.”

            And I promise that nobody's gonna love you like me  

[tr33-g1rl]

weird asks that say a lot

in

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

7. earbuds or headphones?

8. movies or tv shows?

9. favorite smell in the summer?

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

12. name of your favorite playlist?

13. lanyard or key ring?

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

18. ideal weather?

19. sleeping position?

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

21. obsession from childhood?

22. role model?

23. strange habits?

24. favorite crystal?

25. first song you remember hearing?

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

28. five songs to describe you?

29. best way to bond with you?

30. places that you find sacred?

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

32. top five favorite vines?

33. most used phrase in your phone?

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

35. average time you fall asleep?

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

38. lemonade or tea?

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

41. last person you texted?

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

44. favorite scent for soap?

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

47. favorite type of cheese?

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

51. current stresses?

52. favorite font?

53. what is the current state of your hands?

54. what did you learn from your first job?

55. favorite fairy tale?

56. favorite tradition?

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

62. seven characters you relate to?

63. five songs that would play in your club?

64. favorite website from your childhood?

65. any permanent scars?

66. favorite flower(s)?

67. good luck charms?

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

70. left or right handed?

71. least favorite pattern?

72. worst subject?

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

82. pc or console?

83. writing or drawing?

84. podcasts or talk radio?

84. barbie or polly pocket?

85. fairy tales or mythology?

86. cookies or cupcakes?

87. your greatest fear?

88. your greatest wish?

89. who would you put before everyone else?

90. luckiest mistake?

91. boxes or bags?

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

93. nicknames?

94. favorite season?

95. favorite app on your phone?

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

98. favorite historical era?