danisnotinteresting, rainbows do not represent me, 14:18 🫡

i owe you my life and will reblog this with the link to the fic when it’s finished as a thank you

i think so many of us are very, very lucky to have had him growing up

hi ok this is my first fic in the phandom and also the first time i’ve ever tried to do fanart? i hope you enjoy at least one of them

the howell horror picture show

rating: m archive warning: no archive warnings apply dan howell/phil lester dan howell, phil lester, louise pentland, pj liguori 

Dan knows the couple's costume with Louise is a laugh. At least there's one other person at the party who's in on the joke.

“Er, sorry. I don’t actually know how to dance.” Phil lifts his brows, jokingly accusatory. His hand is still on Dan’s shoulder. “Well, that didn’t stop you, did it?” He colours; finds difficulty in suppressing the grin. “I—" “Dan!” At the sound of his name, he whirls around, immediately releasing Phil’s waist. His shoulders retract a bit in relief when he realises, again, that it’s only Louise, though he’s not entirely sure whether he’s wanted her to see him like this, whether better her or a stranger. He smiles; shifts, restlessly, as if to brush off any awkwardness, and champs at the bit. “Oh. Hey, I’ve been looking for you." “I see you two’ve already become acquainted,” she muses, brushing off the blatant lie (which, honest, Dan is rather grateful for), and lifts forearms that trail into four small shot glasses, sparkling with coloured liquid. “Jelly shots, anyone?”