#phan spam?

[idkanametoputhere]

OH SWEET MOTHER OF JESUS

OH MY GOD I AM SO DOEN BAD

BELOW EARTH

BELOW HELL

BELOW THE LOWEST OF LOWD, THATS HOW DOWN BAD I AM

OH MY FUCKING GOD I KNEW TODAY WOULD BE A GOOD DAY

[simplydnp]

hi so do reblogs count for the fandometrics or not? because i have seen people say they do and also others say they dont

reblogs count as interactions/notes on a post that is tagged phan, but tagging a reblog 'phan' specifically does not suddenly add the post to the phan tag. it does good for killing 'cringe bad' in your head, but reblogging & adding #phan doesn't help the numbers.

just like if i post with no tags, and you reblog it #dog, it won't show up in the main 'dog' tag because it wasn't 'labeled' as #dog to begin with

[sapphosclown]

i wish dan and phil would continue it takes two

[pseudophan]

Nora how come our asks aren't being tagged with #phan on this blog

(bc as we realised the other day. the anons run this blog, you just work here) (I hope this comes across as a charming joke and not as degrading. Much love)

i just don't really tag my asks at all i'm sorry, but i should maybe tag any actually phan related ones with that yeah

[organized-chaotic-disaster]

Alright everyone, I've done it

I made a tally of Dan vs. Phil that delves into the truth of ALL OR NOTHING— what kind of difference did it make? Who suggested it more? Who is the true winner of Dan vs. Phil?

What you find may not be what you expect, but I promise you that the truth is there, waiting for you to discover it

[locamotivednp]

I knooooow we say it after every video these days but… some vibes in that video huh?

[invisiblyvisiblejay]

ive looked at the phan tag for too long im like actually genuinely on the verge of tears lmao like this is embarrassing this is like my biggest ever hyperfixation that was my entire life for OVER A YEAR and it's BACK oh my god it's fucking back and it's back in a way that would have driven me FUCKING INSANE when i was 15 like. undescribable have u SEEN it oh my god. too bad they're real people or my like really insane amount of knowledge abt them would be cool instead of just kind of creepy 😭😭 maybe it's good ive forgotten so much in the last 5 years lmao

[chaosphil]

see yall on the other side of wad 🫡

[phanchester]

i think one of the reasons why we didn't go higher in the fandometrics is yes, because no new video, but also because our efforts weren't organised. we just started tagging everything with phan which is a good start obviously because there was a stigma around that before this but it ended up being more like spam and not phan content everyone could reblog

not this week but maybe in the future we should do a "phan week" like we've done in the past where we make specific phan content, like gifs, edits, fics, spreadsheets, etc. so everyone can reblog that. imo i think that would be better than just tagging everything phan so we can promote phan content. also maybe have a specific phan ask game floating around because i think the asks tagged with phan was definitely a good idea but we only did that near the end of the week

i think our goal was a bit ambitious because although we are a very passionate fandom we are relatively small compared to others on this site but i think our target for this week was tagging everything phan which we definitely reached. in the future we should def continue that but maybe with more focus on rebloggable creator content next time ALONG with the general spam we were doing because not everyone in the phandom is a creator.

GO PHAN!!!

[yonpote]

I have a confession. i only just recently converted to the phan side because english is my second language and dnp are so damn confusing sometimes. because of all their emphasis on not wanting to share their private life and I think phil said he wouldn’t want us to know if he had a partner in one of his q and as? I just kind of went with that and was like “yeah they’re not dating!!” despite the proof in the opposite direction. that’s also why I get a little upset when people claim that those that think dnp are not in a relationship are homophobic bc honestly I don’t think that’s the case. I think some people are just confused about what the hell they’re talking about lmao

okay. there's a lot here i'm gonna go thru this step by step.

- heres both the clips of dnp's separate statements on privacy wrt their relationship. neither of them say that they are not dating but rather they want to keep the particulars of their relationship to themselves. these were posted in 2019 and 2021 respectively.

- dan did a bunch of interviews and podcasts from 2020-2023. in a couple of them, he extrapolated further upon his and phil's relationship, saying things like "best friends, enemies, husbands, partners in crime, who the fuck knows," "4000 year old tortoises watching the sunset" and the classic, "so youre just a normal gay couple?" "basically yeah."

- there's a difference between acknowledging things that they have said publicly and further prying into the details of their life.

- it's understandable that not everyone's heard about these interviews! and esp if english isnt your first language, it can definitely be difficult to read in between the lines, which dan and phil understand that some fans have done ("we know you know" at the end of a newsletter.) so the homophobia thing wasnt against you or people who just havent had full context

- i am talking about people who do know all of the context and still frame them as EXCLUSIVELY best friends or queerplatonic.

they ARE best friends! it's not INCORRECT to call them best friends! but some people then get upset when others are like yeah they're husbands and married and dating and in a relationship and love each other on the basis of "breaching privacy." when it's like, HOPEFULLY no one is stalking their family members, trying to figure out their address, harassing or spamming them etc. we're going off the basis of the things they have said publicly and more importantly RECENTLY. not when they were in the closet.

i hope this makes sense and i hope it doesnt sound like im coming after you! and like i said its understandable for people who havent had the full context, but at the same time if youre someone who's just watching their recent videos, the vibes are just clear to me.

[idkanametoputhere]

PART THREE BANGBING

and this is when I start crying, sobbing and jump off a window

he's just like me fr

but also, lmao, couldn't be me, when I dream I can think "wake up" and wake up

SHUTUPPPPPPPPPPP

also I love this lilia sprite I want to see it in the younger-peepaw form

okay, I like his overblot in grayscale

it sucks dick when it's coloured

HERE HE IS

[thistooisphanyuri]

The urge to just spam post and tag everything with phan…. I’m just Doing My Part

[pseudophan]

i rarely make gifs bc im lazy n 9 out of 10 times they upload just when ive gotten in bed but i tag phan when i do ✊🏻😔

and that's great that's all i ask love u <3 i'm not saying anyone needs to start spamming its just like if you're posting dnp content anyway you might as well throw a little #phan at the end of those tags. for fun. for whimsy.

[danrifics]

Now I’m tempted to make a phan blog rather than spamming my general

But also people on my general could deal with seeing Dan and Phil

it’s up to you! i think it’s hilarious making your general deal with that but also think how cool having a specific side blog would be 😂

[bookwormscififan]

The Masks We Have Wear Thin, Part 2 [END]

Read on AO3!

For @iamvegorott (I'm so sorry)

A/N: The final part. Warnings include details of science experiments, namely injections, and death. And vomiting.

“Phan? What’s wrong, love?” He blinked at Jackie’s voice, stomach rolling as guilt filled him, then pressed a hand to his mouth and made a beeline for the ensuite, depositing his stomach contents into the toilet.

He coughed, bracing his arms over the bowl as he rested his forehead against his forearms, breathing heavily as he heard Jackie come into the ensuite.

“Phantom?” He flinched as Jackie touched his shoulder, sighing and shaking his head with his eyes closed as Jackie crouched beside him. “What can I do?”

“Stupid,” Phantom mumbled, grimacing when Jackie’s grip tightened on his shoulder. “I’m so stupid.”

“Phan, I don’t understand,” Jackie began, snaking a hand around to push Phantom’s hair out of his face. “What happened?”

After ensuring he wasn’t going to vomit anything else, Phantom spat into the toilet and flushed it, sitting back on his heels and leaning into Jackie’s chest, breathing heavy as Jackie wrapped his arms around his torso.

The tears fell silently, landing in quiet splashes on Jackie’s bare arms, and Phantom numbly pressed his hands to the skin there, using his thumbs to brush away the teardrops. Jackie just sat and held him, humming quietly to comfort him before slowly leading Phantom back into the bedroom, gently sitting him on their bed.

“Phan, honey, tell me what’s wrong,” Jackie asked, kneeling on the ground between Phantom’s legs and looking into his eyes, tilting his head when he sniffled.

“I did something so stupid,” Phantom began slowly, choking back sobs. “I didn’t think it’d do anything. I thought it was a scam. Then I forgot all about it. Oh god, I should never have done that.”

Jackie frowned, moving away from Phantom briefly and returning with a tissue and a damp cloth, pressing it against his face while wiping his tears with the tissue. He waited until Phantom calmed down a little, sitting on the ground and looking at him as his face crumpled in guilt and despair.

“What did you do?” He pressed gently, placing his hands on Phantom’s knees. The man shook his head, pressing the cloth to his face as he wept some more. One hand dragged along his leg, slowly, almost desperately searching for Jackie’s hand and entwining their fingers when he found it, squeezing tightly as more sobs were torn from him.

“The experiment,” he hiccupped, moving the cloth enough to peer over it, red-rimmed eyes looking into Jackie’s sky blue ones. “I signed you up for it.” His breath hitched as Jackie’s grip on his hand and knee got painfully tight, eyes hardening before he stood and walked to the other side of the room, hands going through his hair as he paced in a circle before turning and looking at Phantom again.

“Why?” His voice was low, laced with both anger and betrayal. “Why did you do it?”

The morning after Phantom’s decision had been met with tears and repeated apologies. He had woken with a stiff back from sleeping on the sofa, and Jackie walking out of their room in Phantom’s shirt had him launching off the sofa into his arms.

“I’m so sorry we had that stupid fight,” Jackie whispered, arms encircling Phantom’s waist as he buried his face into his shoulder, lips brushing against the marked skin there. “I was so lonely in that bed last night.”

“I’m sorry,” Phantom sobbed, hands gripping tightly to Jackie’s - his - shirt. “I’m so sorry.” He pulled back enough to lift Jackie’s head by his chin, pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss and making a surprised hum when Jackie lifted him, carrying him to their room and nearly throwing him on the bed.

“I should apologise properly,” Jackie whispered, crawling over Phantom with a smirk.

“I thought it was a scam, and if I provided your email address then you could get spam emails. I was so upset with you that night,” Phantom explained, face red and splotchy from his tears as he waved his hands uselessly.

“And when you forgave me, why didn’t you go back and cancel it?” Jackie asked, arms folded against his chest as he leaned against the dresser. Phantom shook his head, letting out a bemused laugh at the memory.

“The next morning you apologised in several different ways,” he began, embarrassment in his tone. “I couldn’t think of anything but you for most of the day, and by the time my sense was back, I’d forgotten all about the form.”

Now it was Jackie’s turn to laugh, face red from his blush as he pressed his thumb to his teeth. He remembered that day, waiting on Phantom hand and foot until he was able to get out of bed himself again.

“I suppose I did possess your mind that day,” he admitted, eyes twinkling as he looked at Phantom. “You crying apologies into my shoulder did not help that.” His eyes darkened, light fading as memories resurfaced. “The virus they put into me changed a lot of my biology, Phantom.”

Jackie screamed as the needle broke through his skin, injecting the virus into his veins. He hissed, feeling burning liquid tracking its way through his body, incinerating nerves in his arms and replacing them with molten lava, causing him to fall to his knees in pain.

The observations of the scientists were muffled compared to the whimpers forcing their way out of his throat, tears streaming down his cheeks as he clawed at the ground, nails digging deep trenches into the concrete of the floor. His teeth felt like they would fall out, heart aching as it pounded.

He caught a glimpse of his reflection in a shard of mirror on the floor, gasping at the electric blue glow coming from his eyes, the blood red tear trails on his cheeks. Pulling his hands from the concrete, he raised them shakily to his head, pulling at his hair in fear.

Would he even be able to go back to Phantom now?

“When they finally let me go, I had no idea how to even begin to find you,” Jackie said, picking at his fingers as he sat in the corner of the room. “I recoloured my hair and went back to our apartment, but you’d moved out. Calling myself ‘Jackie’ didn’t seem to fit anymore, I wasn’t who I was before.”

Phantom sniffed, wiping his eyes as he watched Jackie mumble to himself. Slowly, he stood up and made his way to the dresser, tugging on a pair of sweatpants before moving to sit opposite Jackie.

“When we first met in the bar, you as Sean,” Phantom began, words halting as he formed his question. “Why didn’t you tell me who you were?” His lip trembled as he leaned forward, tears clouding his vision making it difficult to meet Jackie’s gaze.

“I’d been gone six months,” Jackie whispered, words sticking in his throat as fresh tears began to fall. “It took another two months to find you. And you were happy, you were flirting with other men at that bar, and I just…” he sighed, shaking his head and dropping his chin to his chest.

“I gave you my real name because you didn’t recognise me. I lied because the thought of seeing your face again after so long was physically painful. I’ve never wanted to hurt you, Phan,” he finished in one breath, panting as he looked at Phantom’s heartbroken face. “I thought if I could reset it all, start again, maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much as telling you the truth.”

“If you wanted to start again,” Phantom scoffed, leaning back against the dresser, “Why did you ask about the photo?”

“If you wanted to move on,” Jackie rebutted, glaring at Phantom, “Why did you keep the photo?” His eyes darted briefly to the bedside table, to the framed picture of Jackie, then flicked back to meet Phantom’s eyes, seeing the wide-eyed stare being directed his way.

Phantom stared at Jackie, eyes wide as his mind raced with thoughts and realisations. The man sitting in front of him was the man he’d devoted years of his life to, but he was so different as well. A chill ran down his spine as he became aware of a fact: Phantom had fallen for the hero, not the man. The chill in his spine hardened into icy anger as he hardened his look, glaring at Jackie as words formed.

“I worshipped you, Jackie,” he began, voice low as he stood up, towering over Jackie’s curled form. “My entire being became you. I didn’t know who I was after you left. It didn’t matter what had happened to you, I only wanted you back.” He turned to the wall, tearing the photographs off the surface and tossing them at Jackie.

“You lied to me,” he seethed, continuing to tear photos off the wall. “You let me believe you were dead, you pretended to be someone else. I let you into this house, I trusted you, and you lied! I would’ve accepted you back with open arms if you’d told me, but instead you hid it from me. Four months I’ve let you into my bed, cooked for you, danced with you, believing you were someone else. Someone who could maybe, just maybe, replace the hole you tore in my heart. I wish I’d never seen you at that bar,” he finished, throwing the last photo he could reach at Jackie, face wet again with tears as he sat on the bed, turning away from the man in the corner to hide his face.

He didn’t move when he heard Jackie stand, picking up every photo delicately. He hid his face in his sleeve-covered hands when Jackie passed him, trying in vain to ignore his presence. He flinched at hearing the room door click shut, falling to his side and letting the grief overwhelm him.

----

Jackie moved out the next day.

Phantom watched numbly as he cleared the place of his things, carefully setting the pictures and sheet music in boxes and folding his clothes. He took the hoodie Phantom had worn the previous day as well, silently taking it from the hamper when Phantom wasn’t looking.

He left his key by the door, cheeky acrylic keychain still attached. No words were spoken between them as Jackie packed his things into the moving van, atmosphere still tense as they passed each other in the hall.

When the rumble of the van’s engine had faded down the street, Phantom let out a shaky breath as he walked through the house, brushing his fingers against every hole the thumb tacks had made in the wall. He took a deep breath before stepping into the room, letting it out in a choked sob as he saw the empty bedside table. Holding a shaking hand over his mouth, he moved to his own bedside table, reaching out to pick up the photo frame, running his fingers over the photo of Jackie.

A shape caught his eye, and he shifted the frame slightly to see a piece of paper sticking out of the back. With a shaking breath, he gently plucked the paper from the frame, unfolding it to see Jackie’s handwriting scrawled on the reverse side of a picture of them from years ago, happily sitting in the sun.

Phan, it read, I’m sorry I lied. Since leaving that lab, these last four months with you have been the best. Being able to just exist as my true self, as Sean the musician instead of Jackie the hero, waking with you by my side every morning, I’ve never been more grateful.

I hurt you, and I can’t fix that. Not until you’ve healed enough to let me back in. I don’t know when that will be, or if it will ever happen, but I’ll be waiting for you. No more lying and pretending.

I think the healing starts with truth. I’ve told you my truth: I’m not Jackie anymore, I’m just plain Sean. I’m not human anymore either, but I don’t know what I am. I just know I love you.

Phantom took a shaky breath, lip trembling as he wiped at his eyes. Walking to the window, he looked briefly at the sunset before reading the final sentences of the letter.

This is my favourite photo. The day we had a picnic. We were laying in the grass, and you’d fallen asleep on my shoulder while I played with your hair. Everything was so calm and serene, no masks to hide our feelings. I took the picture because I wanted to remember the moment.

You were not who I wanted to fall in love with, but you were exactly who I needed to fall for to show me true happiness. You were my sunshine, my shooting star. I just wished we could have been truly honest from the start.

I leave with a single question in my mind, something I hope your answer will be the key to. Masks off, complete honesty: who are you really, Phantom?

He stood at the window, framed photo in one hand and letter in the other, watching the sunset as tears ran down his face. The final rays of the sun were going down, bathing the view in an orange glow. Slowly, Phantom closed his eyes, taking several deep breaths before opening them again to stare determinedly at the sunset.

“Nate,” he breathed, feeling cracks form in his being. “My name is Nate.”

----

Somewhere halfway across the country, Sean stopped performing a song on the stage, falling to his knees as he grasped at his chest, feeling his heart shattering into pieces as his breath grew laboured. Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked over the concerned crowd, racing mind screeching to a halt on one thought: “Phantom…”

———

@brokentimewatch

[manasurge]

GW2 30 Day Challenge

6. Favourite Elite spec?

(I couldn't find any fancy pics of my own to use, so instead have a couple angles of mirage cloak glitching out and turning the Mirage into an eternal swirling and glowing vortex. These are old screenshots before the Aurene mounts were released as well since I use those for my main) It's... Mirage!! (surprising to absolutely no one who knows me). I just LOVE being invulnerable and hard to hit, plus all the mobility that comes with the spec and the SUPER fast gameplay (I love very fast inputs and reactions, which makes playing slower classes difficult for me bc I'm impatient and spam click abilities lkdjflsf). Being able to jaunt/blink everywhere, shadowstep, clone+phantasm distractions, and evasion hax dodging (mirage cloak my beloved) made dodging part of my rotation, making me really dumb with a lot of other classes bc I instinctively want to dodge all the time due to muscle memory. Also fun fact: Mirage/Mesmer was the first spec that I used a 80-boost on, and I was able to learn it just fine! (and even became my favourite!) so boosting a class to learn it is totally okay in my opinion!! Just do cozy open world map comp to ease your way into it and it'll be cherry!

Granted I also don't exactly play the class as intended. While I have 3 builds for her (guess I should say my main, Vespaura), I tend to just use her power build (since Mirage is moreso meant for Condi and boons or w/e, which I have builds for and also never use lol). I think this build I like to use was originally made for the Labyrinth (tagging everything with GS), but I tweaked it a bit with other preferences since it has pretty good survivability and is an absolute monster when I attack huge groups of mobs (Greatsword lasers are the best invention and it NEVER gets old. Also the amount of laser ricochet gets me pretty high damage and looks absolutely bonkers on my side (what a lightshow!), plus my lasers are HOMING lasers, which means they will automatically hit any enemies in the vicinity around me and helps out if I don't notice them from a different angle, allowing me to re-orient myself. I also don't have to worry too too much about aim bc of this too! (oh yeah, and especially with relics being a thing now. Mabon relic has been pretty neat so far cuz I can take advantage of that boost being used to hit all those targets!). Though power GS does fall a bit against single targets, but that's fine! (I sort of have the daggers for that at least!). I also play with a trackpad, which is a funny thing to tell ppl, especially when playing a class like Mirage, lol. I just hate using a mouse and only have it for certain games that force me to use it. I just don't want carpel tunnel and my wrist is more relaxed this way (never had problems! so far at least). I just love playing at ranged with non-ranged weapons (Greatswords, daggers. Mine actually has all 3 types of blades (very lesbian of her) bc she has a sword as well. I literally gave her both of Caithe's weapons askjflfj. I'm so glad that I can give my Mirage daggers now!! much more fun than another sword/axe!). It's just so much fun, and I CAN'T WAIT to see what rifle is gonna be like!! I just love ranged classes bc stacking ALWAYS gets me killed constantly... so yeah I'm the annoying person who doesn't like stacking bc I'd rather not be dead!!!!! (I'm sorry I just HATE stacking. I can't see SHIT and it's just so much visual noise for me!! let me breathe!!) and plus I revive everyone in fights thanks to invulnerabilities allowing me to rez through attacks. You're welcome!!! (I rez so many people during metas and other fights) I also just love Mesmer in a class in general bc it's unique in comparison to a lot of other fantasy classes, and I just adore the concept and the aesthetics (flamboyant fancy dramatic magic user? HELL YEAH. Literally the gayest magic user ever and I'm eating it up). I also love the ability to make clones and all the pretty butterflies, and phantasms and all that! I know a lot of ppl don't like clones/phantasms, but they save my ass every time and I appreciate them very much.