a lot of low quality stories about a high quality ship ((I wrote a lot of these more than a year ago so sorry if they suck ass))

IS YOUR CHILD MENTALLY ILL? ARE THEY CONTAGIOUS? ARE THEY POSSESSED BY SATAN? OR WERE THEY SIMPLY EXPOSED TO TOO MUCH ELLEN DEGENERES??? However this happened, whoever made your precious offspring this way, we assure you THIS. CAMP. CAN. HELP! Just bring your confused teenager here in June and when they come home in August they'll be the perfectly normal, heterosexual, cisgender, son or daughter they were before they became tainted! You might've seen this prompt on your Tumblr feed about a thousand times.

in which Dan's phone number is written on the toilet seat of a train station bathroom ((and also i try to let out some feelings about emotional abuse and manipulation and it turns out really sucky because thats hard to do with a texting fic GODDAMMIT))

Dan Howell has telekinesis - a power just like out of a comic book. Yet instead of protecting the universe as a brave superhero, he hides. He hides his power and himself, fearing nothing more than getting attached to somebody and dragging them down. Of course, Phil Lester, the new kid in school, just had to come waltzing in, destroying his entire view on nearly everything in the worst (and best) ways possible. Phil's like a drug, and boy, is Dan addicted. Warning: contains self harm, depression, boyxboy, references towards abuse, and other possible triggers or content you may not be comfortable with. you can message me in private for the specifics if you feel you need it and remember to stay safe. (Top: #89 in Fanfiction, #1 in Phan!)

in which dan is a barista at mahogany's café and phil is a school counsellor who loves caramel macchiatos. cover artwork by @maddox_rider on instagram or maddox-rider.tumblr.com !! lowercase intended.

"People are always so much more complex then you think, but you'll never get a chance to find that out if you keeping walking with your head down." * Phil is a musical prodigy. Dan is still figuring himself out. Neither of them have anyone to talk to, so a simple tutoring gig quickly turns into something more meaningful. And while they both might be terrified of that change, it's kind of hard to avoid it when they can see directly into each other's bedroom windows.

my name is dan, not danielle × somewhat based off of the short film boy (HIGHEST RANKING: #2 in fanfiction)

I don't really want to write this but whatever here we go

the air smells like the promise of tomorrow and nothing has ever smelled more terrifying

The year is 2096. The earth has seen two more world wars since 2016. The last war that destroyed a quarter of Canada and half of Japan, was enough to make the government enforce strict actions. Countries are now split, no communication at all between them. Humans now live in conglomerations of small pods stacked upon each other. Each person has their own space, but they're all confined to being underground. Half of the people living inside the pods have never seen natural sunlight. Birth rates are violently controlled due to the lack of space and pods constantly having to be built. Couples are allowed, but physical contact reaching past anything more than a hug is forbidden. Sex is strictly banned unless it is agreed by contract or an operation is done to assure a baby cannot be created. It's a tough life. It's a boring life. And it's a lonely one too. A life underground simply isn't good enough for some and sooner or later, you have to leave the shadows.