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Thank you Achilles of phtia for inventing symbolically killing yourself
YES
Some new merch tomorrow! Including a 2017 Calendar ‘Dan and Phil AT THE MOVIES’ danandphilshop.com 🎬✨
This is me its like fuck I have to go to bed fuck I have to wake up PANIC
She's one of the only decent people left
I'm crying so hard right now and it's hard for me to say this but I found the sad PHAN edits again
My college classes are like a high-level Dora the Explorer episode. Person up front asks a question, stares at you blankly for a few seconds, and then answers their own question.
When equality finally happens, I will be able to order off the children’s menu without the dirty looks.
100 years ago children used to be forced to mine coal, now they do it for fun in minecraft.
Other people on Halloween:
Going out trick or treating with their squad in group costumes and then Halloween party
Me on Halloween:
Waiting for Dan or Phil to upload panics when does and reads fanfic till its November
I was really confused for awhile
Idk probably
No "it" drunk
Thinking bout responsibility like
No
NOT ANYMORE MWA HA HA
Again?!!!
”the neighbours are gonna call the police again” what
Just showed a friend fan fics.... I think I scared her for life but atleast she knows my world better
Happy Halloween
Amazing
a lil’ doodle because we all know dan just wants to be a basic b*tch for halloween
Like seriously why has no one thought of it before. They grow slow and stuff like humans and they don't taste bad so do they have feelings
It's fanfic night 4 me which means I'll be staying up till at least 3 crying over stupid "sad" fan fic and praying I won't go to hell because of others so if there's some weird ass shit it's because I'm tired
A friend you can trust with a secret A best friend you can trust with your life A bæ you can trust with your food
Me everyday when I wake up
me when I wake up during the winter
Me rite now
Just finished Dan and Phil spooky week 2k16....now what do I do
“E.” Jake looks at me with wide eyes, practically vibrating with anxiousness. He’d picked E, the most common letter in the alphabet. He was desperate to pick a correct one this time.
I rise, smiling, and he whimpers. I write E on the board next to his other failed letters. O, U, I, G, B, F, K, E.
“The word was ‘Jazz’.” You only got the A, Jake. I’ve built the gallows, made the noose, and now the last leg is gone. You’re going to need to do better,” I say as I walk across the room.
Jake’s face grows pale. “Please, just another guess. Just one more.”
“Now now, you know the rules,” I say, grabbing some nylon rope. “8 guesses and you lose.” I fasten the tourniquet to his wife’s left leg, her one remaining foot pulling desperately at the chains that keep her pinned to the floor, weeping through the gag.
“Please. Please!” Jake yells as I grab the electric saw. I pull the welding mask down and begin cutting Mary’s leg. Blood splashes across my apron and mask, the stumps of her arms flapping uselessly above as the saw bites in. She hasn’t gotten used to not having hands and is trying to grab me, but she passes out as I sever the bone and finish the procedure.
I smile at her still form, her body swaying from the noose now that both her legs are missing. Jake sobs in his cage.
“Cheer up Jake. You may have lost the first game, but you could still win the second.“ I reach for his son, Dylan’s eyes growing wide and tears streaming down his face.
Hangman was so much more fun when someone was at stake.