I posted 678 times in 2021
158 posts created (23%)
520 posts reblogged (77%)
For every post I created, I reblogged 3.3 posts.
I added 895 tags in 2021
#queue please - 208 posts
#gif chat - 172 posts
#phinnip - 105 posts
#tap - 77 posts
#para - 75 posts
#about - 64 posts
#spotlight - 53 posts
#text - 49 posts
#pipie - 48 posts
#meme - 44 posts
Longest Tag: 140 characters
#look i dont think this song will turn anyone into a shawol but the entire album is maybe some of the best pop music ive heard in 2021 so far
My Top Posts in 2021
#5
Birthday Bitch || Tap Texts
Pip: hi im just going to be perfectly blunt: do you need help planning this party, or is your mum doing it?
@i-am-obnoxious
16 notes • Posted 2021-01-18 19:44:20 GMT
#4
Everything’s Coming Up... || Phinnip
Pip did not get a winter play, no matter how much he cried, complained, picketed, petitioned, etc. He had finally come to terms with this (not really) about two years ago. He decided to shift his focus to an opportunity that already existed: the Swynlake Secondary Annual Talent Show.
And as soon as he was an upperclassman, Pip would be the emcee. The leading man. The best of the best roles, like the Emcee in Cabaret meets The Leading Player in Pippin meets-- sure, Munkustrap in Cats.
Mrs. Darbus was in charge of talent show stuff, just as she was in charge of chorus and theatre club, which meant he already had an in. He began his campaign promptly after winter break, a campaign built on lemon raspberry scones, cinnamon almond muffins, snickerdoodles and peanut butter fudge brownies. Every day, another treat. Every day, Pip mentioned the talent show. His combination of subliminal messaging and baked goods could not be beat.
Sure enough, as soon as the flyers went up, Pip swooped in--
“Yes, you can be the emcee,” said Darbus without him even asking.
Now he was going to work on the script and present his first draft to Darbus. Or like, that was the plan. But who walked into the chorus room??? Not Darbus--
Phineas Flynn.
Pip blinked up at him. No... it couldn’t... no. Darbus would not do this to him...
He refused to accept it. “Uh, Phineas, if you have another ukelele solo to run by me, that is sooooo cute of you, but auditions for the talent show are tomorrow! Byeeeee, good luck!”
@oh-phineas
16 notes • Posted 2021-02-21 17:02:09 GMT
#3
The Story of Us || Phinnip
Pip was not emotionally equipped to deal with waking up from a Swynlake (tm) dream in which he had not only dated Phineas, but broken up with Phineas, and then flash mobbed Phineas with a Taylor Swift Classic. That was simply asking too much of any 16-year-old boy, especially one with an amazing birthday party to plan, and also one with a almost-kind-of-boyfriend-thing.
And so he announced to Amy that he was actually going to drop out of school.
“I’ll just do it all online,” said Pip. “I’ve even looked up this great homeschooling program, I texted you the link.”
“Hilarious. Here’s your lunch for today.” And Amy slapped his lunch tin on the counter, completely ignoring his very valid feelings!!! Toxic!!!!
And so Pip walked to school and explored all his options. He could like, never bring it up. Ignore it aggressively. Pretend, somehow, that HE was actually left out of the dream, and had NO idea what people were talking about. That probably wouldn’t work because Pip was an excellent actor, but way too anxious to pull it off. Option two would be to wait for Phineas to bring it up but HAHAHHA no, that gave him way too much power.
Option Three: take the Texas nightmare bull by its horns. Fix it himself.
And so Pip went straight to Phineas at lunch and sat right down, before pulling out a notebook. “Hello, ex-Texas boyfriend of mine!” he said cheerfully as he hadn’t been screaming inside since waking up. “It’s time for your standard Swynlake Dream Detox! I’ve prepared some discussion questions so that this can go much easier, and then at the end, we’ll come up with some terms about how to address what I’m thinking of referring to as “Texasgate” in the future.”
@oh-phineas
17 notes • Posted 2021-04-12 14:46:10 GMT
#2
The Contract || Pipin
When Pip was eleven years old, he wrote his first contract to ensure that himself and Phillip Ian Nam (known to some as Pin, known to Pip most fondly as his Joshua) never dated.
This contract came on the heels of Pip returning to Amy’s after four months spent outside of Swynlake, with his birth mother. Pip never spoke about these months; obviously, living with his mother again had not worked out. But Pip became determined to protect the most important things in his life. It was a very short list. There was Amy, and there was Joshua, but at the very top of this list was his own heart.
And so the Contract (tm) was born.
If asked, Pip would tell you the Contract was essential because there was no possible way that he could date Phillip Nam, since his own name was Philip. Two Phil(l)ips dating??? Weird! Bad! Impossible! However, the chance of it happening couldn’t be ignored. They were extremely close, they both identified as gay, and Joshua was getting infuriatingly cuter with each passing year, unfortunately. It wasn’t that Pip didn’t trust Pin, persay; he didn’t trust himself. And what happened to like, most teenage couples? They broke up, hated each other, never talked again!
Pin thought it was all a bit dramatic.
Understandable. But he signed it anyway. Duh.
Fast forward now, about six-ish years, and Pip was facing a new dilemma in the form of that tiny bottle of anxiety potion that he literally could not get himself to take!!! The Louie Kiss Fiasco had been avoided, as they had broken up before even kissing (thank god; he would have regretted that kiss, see???), but that break-up just proved to Pip that his First Kiss was never going to be perfect and he wasn’t comfortable with giving it to literally anyone but the one person he trusted almost as much as himself:
Phillip Ian Nam. Who he was contractually forbidden from kissing because of his own neurotic eleven-year-old past self.
Fuck.
And so it was time to revise the contract. Pip did not tell Pin this was why he was here today, but when he walked into Pip’s room, Pip sat criss-cross with the contract on his bed. He wasted no time, thrusting a pen toward Pin. “Hiiiiii babe, it’s time for an extremely important matter of business! Oh, Amy wants you to try those lemon squares on my desk also, help yourself.”
@rich-kid-problems
23 notes • Posted 2021-05-09 12:42:27 GMT
#1
Table for Two || OPEN
It was peak Hatter’s Summer Hours aka: hell!!!!!!!!!!!
Thankfully, it was also Pip’s break. He had quickly made himself a special little frappe of his own creation and punched out for what would be thirty minutes of bliss away from the hustle-bustle of the Hatter’s queue and hot AF backroom (seriously, no air conditioning). However, as soon as he ripped off his apron and Hatter’s Hat (lol), he saw his least favourite thing: a packed cafe.
There was one free chair left at a table with someone already at it. Oh well!
Pip pranced up and pulled the chair up. “Hey, you don’t mind if I sit here, right? Good!” And he plopped down before they could object and started gabbing, “Ugh, I swear, weekend afternoons during tourist season are the worst!”
48 notes • Posted 2021-07-16 12:17:38 GMT
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