can u believe :(( dnp going on a theatre date :(( to celebrate being home for good :(( i’m :(( 

the rest of tumblr after seeing the dnp answer time banner and realizing phannies still exist

i know it’s been almost 24 hours but i just rewatched it and i feel like this is an important post to make 

• “take my giant pen!” 
  
• “by strapping forks to your genitals.” 
  
• “there’s a cold pickle on my nips!” 
  
• “it’s a magical sex stick.” 
  
• “this is one voldemort that i would not bang.” 
  
• “phil, how big is your duck?” 
  
• “the only one i’ve got is a small rubber one in the bathroom.” 
  
• “oh, i’ll show you my duck. remember that.” 

okay but let’s talk about the fact that them making voldemort and this is the most fun i’ve ever had references shows that they know EXACTLY what we talk about and that’s terrifying

“i’ve been a phil stan account for ten years” aight phillies i’m watching you

okay but there were so many jumpcuts in pinof 10 it’s legitimately scary

chapter 9

dan’s eyes hurt when he woke up the next morning. he was honestly quite annoyed, simply because the sting was a reminder of the tears he’d cried the previous night. and the tears reminded him of the reason for the tears. and he didn’t want to remember that.

summary: dan grew up in a normal 1930s london family with his parents and little brother. everything was completely and utterly normal… until the bombs started dropping. When dan was fifteen his father went off to war, and when he was sixteen he and his brother hayden were sent off to a foster family in rural england. he looked up at the stars and couldn’t help but wonder how something that beautiful could exist in such a broken world. just when he thought things would never get better, dan met phil, and he became the shining star of his life. but when phil turned eighteen and went off to war, dan couldn’t help but wonder when, if ever, the stars would twinkle the same way again.

rating: t

genre: angst, fluff, history au, strangers to lovers, teenagers

whole fic warnings: warfare (not descriptive), bombings, fire, panic attacks, ptsd, seizures, homophobia, death
chapter warnings: n/a

chapter word count: 1.2k
total word count: 12.3k

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the year is 2019. it’s winter, and the year is coming to an end. it’s been a whole year since dil and tabitha became seniors. dab and evan got jobs and moved in together; they’re doing quite well for themselves. they got married a few months ago, and they just aged up from young adults to adults. dalien just aged up to a young adult, and he will inherit the family house. the reaper came for tabitha shortly after dab and evan’s wedding, but dil persisted. after quitting his job, through hard work and pure free time, dil finally fulfilled his dream of becoming a master mixologist. finally, after five years, he let the reaper find him too. the kids mourn but live on. it’s time for a new chapter.