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It was a Saturday and Phil was sat on the sofa, scrolling through Twitter on his laptop while he sipped at his tea. He looked towards the clock at the bottom of his screen, noticing it was nearing six in the afternoon. He drank the rest of his tea and stood, placing the empty cup in the sink to wash later before retrieving his laptop from the coach and retreating to his bedroom. Closing the door behind him, he walked to his bed and sat down, going onto YouNow and joining the queue, soon smiling as he went live, greeting his watchers as he began. When Dan was called into the bedroom, he raised an eyebrow at the pen mark on the other's lip. H

Phil set up the camera as Dan sat down on the bed, resting his arm on his crossed leg while looking at his phone. Phil pressed record and sat down beside his tanned friend as they began filming Phil Is Not On Fire 3, Dan saying in a voice that was meant to impersonate a girl, "Do you guys have a cat whiskers fetish or something?" "Er, no," Phil said before they began drawing on their cat whiskers with a black pen, Phil singing beneath his breath, "Whisker cat, whisker." As the video went on, both boys having fun, laughing and smiling together throughout the video, Dan scrunched up his face slightly as he said, "I want to scratch my nose bu

 You walked into class late, as usual. Your (h/c) hair was worn down as it typically is and you dressed yourself in a black T-shirt and scarf paired with dark skinny jeans and black leather combat boots. This also was very usual for you. You weren't exactly one for change; stubborn, hard headed and set in your ways was a better way to describe you. Although you were very open minded to other people's ways, as long as they didn't try to force them onto you. because you were so set in your ways the move wasn't your favorite decision your father had made. But you had to deal with the fact that you were the new girl, showing up in the middle of

Wind danced through your hair as you stood on the edge leaning toward the open sky. Your hands gripped the rail behind you, the only thing holding you back from flying was that hold. A few silver tears fell from your eyes and plummeted, landing on the rocks below. A small smile adorned your lips. A smile hadn't crossed your path in months. It felt nice to smile again, even if it was faded with pain and self loathing. You finally had the courage to fly. You let go of the railing and you flew. ~A Few Months Prior~ Orange, yellow and red leaves littered the cracked road you walked down on your way home from school.  You weren't popular but rat

The funny thing is, his name is always on the tip of your tongue. His friendship--- and then your crush--- were so unexpected. Because, after all, his personality doesn't really allow for friendship, let alone friendship with humans. And yet, here you are anyway, no quadrants filled but your closest companion a certain violet-blooded seadweller troll. He doesn't complain at you about his quadrants quite as much, anymore; you think he figures you're probably a little tired of hearing his troubles. And, you are, but mainly because you want him. You want him to notice you the way he wants people to notice him; and you've just been getting quiet

You sighed lightly as you continuously  smashed your face in with  your loving  panda pillow pet . If your where looking at this from an outsider’s pint of view most people would be wondering what the hell was wrong with you. But since you where alone in you and your ever loving girlfriend’s bedroom you could do what ever you wanted.  Until she would walk in. Now  this is the pint where the writer should stop narrating this and continue on. Now the reason why you where smashing your head onto a pillow consecutively  was not because you where dieing of boredom. No you had Tumblr to entertain you for that.  No the reason why was be