hiiii everyone!! this is super very important especially if you’re going to playlist live
or even if you aren’t! just help spread the word please?
my friend geri aka @punkphan is travelling halfway across the world to go to playlist live. she stayed up all night to reserve the meetup for dan and phil - but as you all know, it filled up very very quickly and she wasn’t able to get in. she’s from the philippines and opportunities like this are really rare for her, she can’t come back next year and she’s afraid that this is one of her only chances to get to meet dan and phil - so if anyone is willing to trade their MEETUP #17 for MEETUP #8, that would be very much appreciated!
please please please reblog and spread the word, i know you all know how much geri loves dan and phil :(
A short little drabble I wrote after reading The 5th Wave by Rick Yancey. ((If you haven’t read it this might not make much sense to you but eh)) I might continue it if it gets a good response but we’ll see.
Summary: Phil finds an old subscriber in the last place he expected. (In which Phil is Cassie Sullivan and Dan is Evan Walker, but then again not really)
If you had told Phil a year ago he would survive this long after the end of the world, he would have probably laughed in your face. Now he sits in what was once his family home with his family buried in the garden, one grave's freshly churned soil darkening under seemingly endless rain as he watched from the kitchen window. His brother had been the last of them to go, the third wave taking him the the simple ease the first two took his parents with.
What a strange world to live in.
London had been wiped out in the second wave while his father visited some relatives. The water pushed in and destroyed as though it was meant to do so all along. His mother was gone with the third. He remembered her quiet sobbing from the bathroom the first day she cried blood. Her heavy breathing still seemed to echo throughout the house.
His brother was more fortunate than most, if Phil chose to admit so. He was killed by the Fourth wave quickly when a soldier shot him while he and Phil made a supply run at the abandoned Tescos. Phil remembered looking into the "man"'s eyes as he smiled and re-aimed his gun. Phil grabbed his brother's cooling arms and dragged him as fast as he could to their house. He knew it was too late, and the soldier knew too judging by his hysteric laughter as he shot around Phil's feet.
Just before he could aim properly another soldier came around from behind him, pushing his gun just in time as he fired. Phil swore he felt the bullet kiss the stubble on his cheeks as he rounded the corner with his brother's body.
"What the hell's your problem, Howell!? We have a mission to complete." Was the last thing Phil heard before he was out of range.
And now he stood in his kitchen, rubbing his hands clean in a bucket filled with cold rain water to wash off the remaining soil from his fingers.
He didn't know why 'Howell' had saved him, and he wasn't sure he wanted to be saved anymore.
A month later, he finds himself on the same street his brother was killed on, heading towards the same Tescos because he had eaten his last can of peaches the night before and he didn't have much of a choice. He needed food to live, after all.
He heard muffled chatter coming from ahead of him, and he panicked, throwing himself into a nearby alleyway and biting back a scream when he landed on his ankle wrong. His foot throbbed desperately and he was too scared to look so he didn't. The voices came closer and closer as he held his breath and fought back gasps of pain.
What a way to go.
"I'll check this area, you check the back street." A voice called. Footsteps approached his hiding place, getting louder and louder until he swore he couldn't tell what was the soldier and what was his heartbeat. The man spotted him, locking eyes with Phil's watery blue ones. He shook his head quickly and silently as he held his ankle tightly between his shaking hands. A silent plea: 'Please don't kill me, please don't tell him I'm here'
The man stared silently, his mouth opening and Phil sobbed, preparing himself for death the best he could.
"It's clear here, Kendall!" Phil's eyes bulged, and he looked into what he could now see were Brown eyes. He recognized the face immediately.
The brunette smiled, crouching and bringing a finger to his lips before whispering, "I can't let you die when I already decided the other day to let you live. I didn't think you would come back to the exact place we killed your friend."
So he was one of them after all.
“He was my brother.” He said it instantly. "Why me? Why let me live?” The other shrugged, smiling in a way that was all too human.
"Phil, if you got killed because of me I would never forgive myself."
Wait, what?
"How do you know who I am?" This was all so confusing. "Why save me? Aren't you one of the others?" Brown eyes lowered, as though he hated the fact as much as Phil did.
"How else does anyone know AmazingPhil?" He chuckled. "I'm a subscriber, or was anyway"
Phil shook his head. "But... But that was all before the first wave. You weren't here before the lights went out." Dan smiled ruefully.
"But wasn't I, Phil?" And he left, leaving Phil with a broken ankle and more questions than answers.
I just wanted to say that you are an AMAZING writer, and your one shots/stories/smut are PERF! Keep doing what you're doing, and hope your life is amazhang. (Btw I know this isn't a question, but I just had to tell you.)
Excuse the terrible title/pun but I regret nothing.
summary: Phil is haunted by not-dead university student and fan Dan Howell. Set in 2009 prior to the filming of Philisnotonfire1.
A/N: Yeah this is a weird little oneshot don’t question it too much lol REAL PHIL VIDEOS ARE USED IN THIS including “Paranormal Activity” and “Quickfire” go watch them first :D
Warnings: Ghosts that aren’t really ghosts, no beta\
Tags: Supernatural, 2009 Phan, etc
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Dan shut his eyes, trying desperately to block out the sounds of his roommates’ screaming and bickering just feet away from where he lay in bed. Dan was never one to cause a fuss, though the same couldn’t be said about the two boys he roomed with. It was like this every night, back and forth like table tennis, except their words were the ping-pong balls that somehow always managed to hit him in the head…
Metaphorically, of course.
He sighed, grabbing his laptop and checking twitter and sighing when, yet again, he had no notifications.
He never really did if he was being honest with himself.
Opening youtube, he watched Amazingphil’s newest video, even though he’d watched it at least five times the past 2 weeks.
“Quickfire”
Clicking it, Dan put his headphones on and settled into the pillows, focusing on the screen and smiling as Phil’s voice drowned out the voices of the bickering boys in the room.
As Phil’s room came into view, Dan thought about how much happier he’d be, there with his favorite youtuber and making random videos instead of attending boring classes for a career he never really wanted in the first place. He closed his eyes, letting the deep voice lull him to sleep.
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Dan watched the room fade into focus, green and blue wallpaper oddly familiar yet somehow foreign. He knew he’d seen it before, but it was all too hazy to fully take in. He looked down, noticing he was on somone’s bed. He looked up as the silhouette of a man formed, and he reached out, dropping his hand when he couldn’t find his voice to speak.
“I was so scared I wouldn’t find… Did you see the lights flicker then?” Dan looked up from the bed at the voice. Phil? What was he doing in Phil’s house? He took a moment to admire the new perspective he had, watching Phil talk into the camera. It seemed surreal, since he’d always seen him from the other side… And hadn’t Phil always filmed on his bed, and not at the foot of it?
This was all very strange.
Dan tried to speak once more, but the world went black and Phil’s voice faded with it.
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Dan woke in his own bed, laptop turned on it’s side beside him as the windows screensaver bounced the logo around his screen. Breathing through his nose he looked around the room as he pulled the headphones from his head.
All his roommates had already awoken and left.
…without waking him.
Typical.
He got up, rushing to throw on his clothes and get out the door, dismissing the events of the night before as a weird dream. It had to be a dream, right?
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“Paranormal Activity”
Dan smiled, putting on his headphones and blocking out his fighting roommates, as per tradition.
“Well hello there –woof- So this is my new location; what do you think? It’s a bit of a mess”
Dan furrowed his brow, trying not to think about how Phil was in the same spot during his dream. He continued watching the video, shaking it off as a weird coincidence.
“And also you may have noticed that this little guy has been missing from my videos. Yeah he was kinda… lost. I was so scared I wouldn’t find… Did you see the lights flicker then?” Dan froze, watching the video with wide eyes.
That was a little more than a coincidence.
“But I’ve just noticed some total paranormal activity going on; do you remember when the light flickered? Well just look to the left and you’ll see one of those ghost orbs coming down the screen. Which means I was right and my house is haunted. So… now I’m scared… and-“
Dan felt himself shaking as he watched the white object move, knowing immediately it was his own hand.
Just what the hell was going on?
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He didn’t sleep well for three days, but on the fourth day he found himself yet again in his favorite youtuber’s house. This time he was in Phil’s bathroom, watching the steam rise from the hot water the older boy was using to brush his teeth fog the mirror.
Dan reached out without much thought, smudging through the condensation with his finger.
HI. MY NAME IS DAN. He watched as Phil flung his toothbrush behind him when he looked up and found the words on the glass.
Dan smiled as the world faded to black, just as it had before.
He could work with this.
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When he woke the next morning he opened twitter immediately, for once not concerned that he had no doubt missed his first class.
He typed out a tweet to Phil, sending it before he could rethink it.
“@AmazingPhil Hi. My name is Dan.”
Within five minutes he found a new message in his DMs, from none other than Amazingphil himself.
Amazingphil: I didn’t know Ghosts had twitter accounts? XD
Dan grinned; this proved without a doubt that his suspicion was true… He was the “Ghost” in Amazingphil’s home.
Danisnotonfire: Well then you’re really not ready to hear that this ghost is also studying business. BOO. I AM THE GHOST OF LAW AND DARK SUITS.
Amazingphil: I’ll make millions on this. The Business ghost. Maybe make a movie as well. >.<
Amazingphil: But really, surely you’re not really a ghost. So how are you doing it?
Danisnotonfire: Would you believe me if I told you I’ve been lucid dreaming and you see dream-me when it happens? Because that’s the best theory I’ve got righ now. I have to admit just reading this back myself I want to throw myself in the looney bin.
Amazingphil: That does sound rather looney, no offense. But I can’t think of a better explanation. I take it you’re a fan of my channel?
Danisnotonfire: Yeah a bit… Ok more than a bit but I promise I’m not creepy.
Amazingphil: Well, Dan the Business Ghost, I’d love to get to know you, escpecially if the pictures on your twitter are what you look like ;)
Danisnotonfire: Are you flirting with me?
Amazingphil: What can I say, I’ve always wanted to be a Ghost Hunter. Maybe save me the hunt and come to Manchester some time? I’d love to show you around when you’re not transparent and writing on my bathroom mirror.
Dan grinned, shaking his head as he typed out his reply.
um so I’m taking a weird hiatus from ONLY my chartered WIPs mainly because I’m taking a hella lot of online courses rn and can’t commit to a steady schedule of updating. Hope u guys understand, and if there’s any chartered WIPs that you’d be interested in finishing (So long as you credit me when doing so) feel free to just link to my page and continue your own chapters on your blog. Send a message to me if you want to/are willing to do so. ((It would actually take a lot off my shoulders and would be much appreciated but if you don’t want to just be patient and I’ll finish them in my own time)) OK thank you for reading much love <3
expect some new one-shots and short fics from me in the very near future though thank
Hey, I recently found your "you are a beautiful abomination" phanfiction (which is really good by the way), and it stopped at chapter 5. Is there no chapter six, or is it just not linked on the fic? If it's just not linked, could you link the parts? Thank you (:
Hi this is the same Anon from just now and I'm a fucking idiot I found the link you already posted BUT THANK YOU FOR YOUR BEAUTIFUL WRITING LORD BLESS THIS ANGEL (pun definitely intended)
Hi could you please put up the link to your fics? I've read You're a Beautiful Abomination and The Sky is Falling and YOURE A BEAUTIFUL ABOMINATION KILLED ME AND I ACTUALLY MAYBE CRIED A BIT (tumblr likes to exaggerate, but these were actual tears) (and I may or may not have ended up reading the smut even though I told myself I wouldn't) HAHAHHAHAAHA I HAVE NO REGRETS but seriously I'm desperate for good fics help (donate to the cause by giving a link)
SORRY THAT MOST OF THE BEAUTIFUL ABOMINATION CHAPTERS DON'T HAVE THE NEXT CHAPTER LINK ON THEM IT IS COMPLETE PROMISE JUST TO TO MY PHANFICS MASTERPOST HERE FOR NAVIGATION SORRY FRIENDS.
