reading bad fanfiction is like listening to the kidz bop version of your favourite song
why is this so accurate
i dont use this blog anymore sorry
Drake and Josh shaped our generation like I’m 99.99% sure that this show is the reason I’m so sarcastic.
this show is literally my life
on the bright side i am not addicted to crack cocaine
On the downside I’m too poor to afford one.
one crack cocaine
hello drug dealer yes i would like to purchase one crack cocaine please
debit or credit
I actually have a gift card
Man’s best friend
I like how he picks him up and is all, “There you go!”
fucked his shit up
LMMFAOOOOO
He just puts him over the counter all “Yeah that’s right Sparky you fuck his shit up”
For a variety of reasons, this is one shower that should be checked thoroughly before use.
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six-foot-two-phanchild
a/n: this started off with phil having the kinds of synesthesia that i have but they are v boring so it turned into this instead
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Word count: 5363
Summary: Phil has synesthesia, and it’s his most guarded secret as he grows up with the boy who made it the most beautiful.
Triggers: a little bit of physical bullying implied
Genre: fluff!
Shoutout to the baes beautiphillester and gettinhellaspooky for being awesome betas and especially beautiphillester bc our friendship inspired this fic! :)
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Phil climbed into his mum’s car quietly, lost in thought. He didn’t say hello, or tell his mum about his day; the six-year-old simply stuck the tip of his thumb in his mouth and chewed on it.
“Phil, sweetie, are you alright?” his mum asked, noticing Phil’s unusual silence.
