#ditl

[diphowell]

youtube date days

[thegayneapigs]

Chappell Roan: a Day in the Life ❤️‍🔥

[lornaillustrates]

Just a couple of partners enjoying breakfast before their anniversary date day (mapped by Ben the Rat 🐀)

@amazingphil @danielhowell

[amazingphil]

dan and phil react to a day in the life of phil and dan

[emmathe82nd]

Happy 10 year anniversary to festive ditl of dnp!!! I can’t believe it’s been 10 years!

[funky-little-archivist]

Dan and Phil just vlogged their anniversary date where they went touring around London and had high tea and a romantic ride on the London eye and accidentally got so plastered they couldn’t film anymore by the end of the night and posted it on YouTube dot com for millions to see and this is a real thing that just happened and not a phanfic I read at 1am while crying in my bed in 2013

And now I just have to go back to making dinner like nothing happened

[iamthecomet]

The Things We Tell Ourselves in the Dark

AKA: Aeon's Tour Diary

Rating: Mature - [SFW but there's implied drug use, swearing, and a conversation about how hot Cumulus is that made me go with M to be safe.] Pairings: None, implied polyghouls but only vaguely. Featuring: A day in Aeon's life. Angst. Pining. Aeon misses Swiss, that's 90% of the fic. Aurora is a menace. The pack being a family. More character study than anything. Aeon's got a lot of feelings and he's just a little guy. Implied drug use. Ghouls being ghouls. Mountain talking about being irresponsible with mushrooms. Soft--well as soft as I do anything. But also kinda sad? (not like SAD, Aeon just doesn't like change, who does?) Word Count: 5.2k.

Aeon wakes to the sound of Tempest slipping out of the bunk above his. The bus engine rumbles all around him and makes the walls of his bunk vibrate. The bus cradles him swaying slightly as it lumbers down the highway. A strange lullaby that almost pulls him back under. He can't tell what time it is—not with the curtains pulled tight, but they’re still on the road so he isn’t sure he cares.

He's almost back to sleep when there's a sharp slap on the panel right next to his bunk—next to his head. He jolts upright banging his head against the top of his bunk.

He swears expertly about it, rubbing his forehead, checking the bus for damage, the last thing he needs is to gouge something with his horns. Good luck explaining that to the rental place.

"Rise and shine!" Aurora calls from just outside. Her voice too chipper—too awake. Aeon groans, and no sooner is the sound out of his mouth is Aurora dragging the curtains back and filling his bunk with blinding light.

Morning then, probably mid-morning judging by just how bright everything is. Aeon tucks his head into his pillow in a hopeless attempt to protect himself from blindness.

Read it all on AO3.

[yugh0st]

09032026 // a day in the life of my late 20s

happy international women's day to all who celebrate 💐 i went out with my family and some friends and just enjoyed the nice weather. we gotta live despite the horrors.

i'm feeling the itch to read again