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Finally! Thanks dad! For this AMAZING Christmas present❤
@amazingphil @danielhowell
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xxgottaloveshipsxx · 6 years
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Pinof edit, yikes, look at me... Ew
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misguidedspirits · 6 years
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_I need you Daniel_
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imalivetoflyhigher · 7 years
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Today my family went to a water park, but my grandma has a phobia of water so she stayed behind. We (my cousins and sisters and I) had left both TABINOF and DAPGO on her table for the day to keep them dry (we were camping). When we got back to her after the water park we were sitting around the table and this happened:
Gma: “Have you met those two guys…Dan and Paul?” *reaches for DAPGO* “Oh Dan and Phil, they go around to theaters and preform.”
Cousins and I : *confused but answering anyway* “No… their tour was last year and we sadly missed it.”
Gma: “Oh that’s too bad, they’re pretty funny guys. I like their humor”
Cousins and I: “Yeah! They’re pretty great.”
*few minutes later, one of my cousins is reading DAPGO*
Gma: “When you guys were gone I saw the book and flipped to a random page, after seeing it I thought I might as well start at the beginning. I got to about page 100.”
Cousins and I: *trying to stay calm bc omg* “Oh that’s cool.”
Gma: “It was funny when they were talking about the Midwest and how there’s nothing there, what did they say about the corn?” (We live in the Midwest btw)
My cousin: *is on that page coincidentally* “Oh it was that they were confused about why there’s so much corn and they called it a corn-spiracy.”
Gma: *laughs* “Oh yes, that’s so funny”
Basically after that we just explained their YouTube career and their lives. So yeah that happened and my cousins/sisters and I and still freaking out.
UPDATE: a week later she ended up watching tatinof and the story of tatinof with us... she loved it.
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Drag queen Daniel
Sir Phillip Michael Lester sat in the smoky lounge. Such a filthy place. Smoke cloaked the air with the scent of a cheap tobacco and whiskey. The musk of hundreds of sweaty, unwashed bodies, packed into a small club filled his nose, and revolted him slightly. He would have excused himself from the scandalous scene hours ago, but he was here for one reason and one reason only. A burlesque show was in town. He had never seen one, but his usual nightly theatre had become too stuffy for his liking. Plus he loved the taboo nature of the whole thing. A man dressed as a woman? He didn't find it strange at all but he knew his "friends" would. Those snobbish bastards st the club would absolutely die if they knew he was at a burlesque show. How outrightly rougue he had gone in that awfully stiff world of 'how do you do' and 'you look stunning madame'. There was one queen in particular he had attended the show for. What was that name? He racked every shelf of his brain for the information. Who was h-she? It rhymed with something. Like...Spaniel Towell? Ugh. Mr. Lester knew that he would remember the name as soon as she stepped on stage, because apparently this woman was unforgettable. He had heard so many things abut her through cut chat in pubs and on the streets while he walked home late in the night. The apparent grace. The supposed beauty. The way she (possibly) moved so seamlessly. He simply could not wait. He had been building this up in his mind ever since he had heard about the show. He had never heard of something so unmentionably illusive. His thoughts were interrupted by the thick red curtain parting to either side of the old wooden stage, and a booming voice. A tall man in white face paint, a red suit jacket and pinstriped pants appeared on stage. "Welcome one and all to the traveling burlesque stage show!!!" His voice easliy projected throught the small room, with no microphone. The first queen stepped out. Clad in emerald from head to toe, wearing a bright red wig, and caked cosmetics. A comedian. She was very loud and got in people's face. Most of the guests enjoyed the rowdy demeanor of the woman, but phil found it undignified. She noticed the subtle disdain on his face, and released a slew of slurs and swears. Phil merely behaved himself and took the insults with a grin. What a superb start to the evening. The next queen stepped on stage. She was short, and sported a little bo peep look. Bright pink lips, a bleached blonde wig, and electric blue eyeshadow. She was very quiet and didn't really have a lot of sass. She was painfully boring to Phil. She was far too basic. She performed a breathy song, and swooned off stage. The next queen stepped up. Black long wig, black boots, smokey eyeshadow and an ill fitting black leather mini dress. The woman began swaggering about the small platform. She then proceeded to come into the audience and dance on the members. Phil found this to be a bit excessive and lacking in class. She stalked backstage, her dress full of bills. The announcer made an appearance on the stage "And now, the moment many of you have been awaiting, welcome to the stage, the classiest and badassiest, of our queens tonight." He paused for an overwhelming applause. Phil felt his hopes raise slightly. "Welcome DANIEL HOWELL!" That was the name he had tried to remember earlier in the evening. All the lights went out and the audience silenced. A melodic voice began singing a tune which swam through Mr lester ears, like musical honey. It was a song like no other. "Its these substandard motels on the, lalalalala, corner of fourth and Fremont street" the voice cooed. A string quartet joined. This was more his speed. Then a large spotlight illuminated an angel in the center of the stage "Appealing only because they're just that unappealing, any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering" This queen had inhuman beauty. He studied her in rapt fascination. He was enamored. Not wearing a wig like the others. Natural chocolate curls sat atop her head. She rocked a short curly style with shaved sides. The fairly masculine style threw Phil off, but then he looked at her face. Her makeup was so light, but well done and natural. The magenta eye makeup complimented her mocha eyes in a splendor like no other. She rocked a red satin gown. He could not believe his eyes. There was no way in hell that this was a man. Phil felt himself falling back into questioning if he was fully straight. " the rooms have a hint of asbestos and just a dash of formaldehyde, and the habit of decomposing right before your very eyes" Th music picked up slightly "Along with the people inside! What a wonderful, charicature of intimacy" She belted out the notes with the same beautiful tone she had earlier, but with more power as the music crescendoed. The song continued. Each note gave the noble a spark of euphoria. He was caught in a trance. She had him in a trance of sirens song and didnt plan to let him go. They locked eyes. She stepped off the stage and began sauntering towards him, avoiding the grubby, groping hands at any side. She maintained the eye contact as she stepped through the sea of filth to the diamond in the rough. The more she neared to the the noble, the more anxiety he felt in his chest. He was a bumbling fool in her presence. She kneeled slightly to get level with his eyes. She sang more passionately now than she had before. Placing a silk gloved hand on his freshly shaven cheek, she began moving closer. Phil was afraid that she would hear his heart racing. He did his best to keep still and play things cool. She slowly, and seemingly begrudgingly distanced herself from his face. She returned to the stage and bowed. The rest of the show passed by like seconds. He couldn't get his mind to focus on anything but her. His eyes refused to pay attention to any other girl. After the show he left the venue slightly shell shocked. His eyes were a bit glazed over. He walked briskly home, as the time of night caused the streets to get dicey. He suddenly felt something pull his shoulder to turn him around. All he saw next was a fist getting larger and larger. He blacked out. He woke to see a feminine figure walking away. Before he could get his wits about him she was gone. He looked around. He was surrounded by beaten men. All that was left behind, other than limp bodies, was a bloody heel and bag. What happenned? Was all he could think. He hadn't the energy to play Sherlock, so he simply picked himself up and continued walking back to his flat. The next morning he arose with a splitting headache. Getting himself dressed, he realized he was missing his wallet. He panicked, knowing that if he didnt find it those thugs or that woman had it. He looked through all his drawers. He turned the well furnished flat upside down looking for that stupid wallet. Then he remembered. His jacket. He ran to his front door where it was lying on the ground, crumpled. He must have forgotten to hang it up in his sleepy haze last night. He picked it up and began rifling through the pockets. AH! There it was, his precious wallet. But he felt something else in the pocket. A piece of paper? He didn't remember putting this in his pocket. He pulled it out and read it. "Daniel Howell 823-776-8902 You were the only tasteful gentleman in the crowd. Let's meet up sometime. Ps: I saved your arse and broke a nail in the process. You owe me a drink. " Sir Lester simply couldn't believe his luck ----- Might do a sequel if requested ;) Also this isn't meant to be disrespectful to dnp's sexualities. Just made this for fun, pls don't attack me or take this too seriously. Have a nice day lovelies
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mediocrephan · 7 years
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Daniel the drag queen
Sir Phillip Michael Lester sat in the smoky lounge. Such a filthy place. Smoke cloaked the air with the scent of a cheap tobacco and whiskey. The musk of hundreds of sweaty, unwashed bodies, packed into a small club filled his nose, and revolted him slightly. He would have excused himself from the scandalous scene hours ago, but he was here for one reason and one reason only. A burlesque show was in town. He had never seen one, but his usual nightly theatre had become too stuffy for his liking. Plus he loved the taboo nature of the whole thing. A man dressed as a woman? He didn’t find it strange at all but he knew his “friends” would. Those snobbish bastards st the club would absolutely die if they knew he was at a burlesque show. How outrightly rougue he had gone in that awfully stiff world of ‘how do you do’ and 'you look stunning madame’. There was one queen in particular he had attended the show for. What was that name? He racked every shelf of his brain for the information. Who was h-she? It rhymed with something. Like…Spaniel Towell? Ugh. Mr. Lester knew that he would remember the name as soon as she stepped on stage, because apparently this woman was unforgettable. He had heard so many things abut her through cut chat in pubs and on the streets while he walked home late in the night. The apparent grace. The supposed beauty. The way she (possibly) moved so seamlessly. He simply could not wait. He had been building this up in his mind ever since he had heard about the show. He had never heard of something so unmentionably illusive. His thoughts were interrupted by the thick red curtain parting to either side of the old wooden stage, and a booming voice. A tall man in white face paint, a red suit jacket and pinstriped pants appeared on stage. “Welcome one and all to the traveling burlesque stage show!!!” His voice easliy projected throught the small room, with no microphone. The first queen stepped out. Clad in emerald from head to toe, wearing a bright red wig, and caked cosmetics. A comedian. She was very loud and got in people’s face. Most of the guests enjoyed the rowdy demeanor of the woman, but phil found it undignified. She noticed the subtle disdain on his face, and released a slew of slurs and swears. Phil merely behaved himself and took the insults with a grin. What a superb start to the evening. The next queen stepped on stage. She was short, and sported a little bo peep look. Bright pink lips, a bleached blonde wig, and electric blue eyeshadow. She was very quiet and didn’t really have a lot of sass. She was painfully boring to Phil. She was far too basic. She performed a breathy song, and swooned off stage. The next queen stepped up. Black long wig, black boots, smokey eyeshadow and an ill fitting black leather mini dress. The woman began swaggering about the small platform. She then proceeded to come into the audience and dance on the members. Phil found this to be a bit excessive and lacking in class. She stalked backstage, her dress full of bills. The announcer made an appearance on the stage “And now, the moment many of you have been awaiting, welcome to the stage, the classiest and badassiest, of our queens tonight.” He paused for an overwhelming applause. Phil felt his hopes raise slightly. “Welcome DANIEL HOWELL!” That was the name he had tried to remember earlier in the evening. All the lights went out and the audience silenced. A melodic voice began singing a tune which swam through Mr lester ears, like musical honey. It was a song like no other. “Its these substandard motels on the, lalalalala, corner of fourth and Fremont street” the voice cooed. A string quartet joined. This was more his speed. Then a large spotlight illuminated an angel in the center of the stage “Appealing only because they’re just that unappealing, any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering” This queen had inhuman beauty. He studied her in rapt fascination. He was enamored. Not wearing a wig like the others. Natural chocolate curls sat atop her head. She rocked a short curly style with shaved sides. The fairly masculine style threw Phil off, but then he looked at her face. Her makeup was so light, but well done and natural. The magenta eye makeup complimented her mocha eyes in a splendor like no other. She rocked a red satin gown. He could not believe his eyes. There was no way in hell that this was a man. Phil felt himself falling back into questioning if he was fully straight. “ the rooms have a hint of asbestos and just a dash of formaldehyde, and the habit of decomposing right before your very eyes” Th music picked up slightly “Along with the people inside! What a wonderful, charicature of intimacy” She belted out the notes with the same beautiful tone she had earlier, but with more power as the music crescendoed. The song continued. Each note gave the noble a spark of euphoria. He was caught in a trance. She had him in a trance of sirens song and didnt plan to let him go. They locked eyes. She stepped off the stage and began sauntering towards him, avoiding the grubby, groping hands at any side. She maintained the eye contact as she stepped through the sea of filth to the diamond in the rough. The more she neared to the the noble, the more anxiety he felt in his chest. He was a bumbling fool in her presence. She kneeled slightly to get level with his eyes. She sang more passionately now than she had before. Placing a silk gloved hand on his freshly shaven cheek, she began moving closer. Phil was afraid that she would hear his heart racing. He did his best to keep still and play things cool. She slowly, and seemingly begrudgingly distanced herself from his face. She returned to the stage and bowed. The rest of the show passed by like seconds. He couldn’t get his mind to focus on anything but her. His eyes refused to pay attention to any other girl. After the show he left the venue slightly shell shocked. His eyes were a bit glazed over. He walked briskly home, as the time of night caused the streets to get dicey. He suddenly felt something pull his shoulder to turn him around. All he saw next was a fist getting larger and larger. He blacked out. He woke to see a feminine figure walking away. Before he could get his wits about him she was gone. He looked around. He was surrounded by beaten men. All that was left behind, other than limp bodies, was a bloody heel and bag. What happenned? Was all he could think. He hadn’t the energy to play Sherlock, so he simply picked himself up and continued walking back to his flat. The next morning he arose with a splitting headache. Getting himself dressed, he realized he was missing his wallet. He panicked, knowing that if he didnt find it those thugs or that woman had it. He looked through all his drawers. He turned the well furnished flat upside down looking for that stupid wallet. Then he remembered. His jacket. He ran to his front door where it was lying on the ground, crumpled. He must have forgotten to hang it up in his sleepy haze last night. He picked it up and began rifling through the pockets. AH! There it was, his precious wallet. But he felt something else in the pocket. A piece of paper? He didn’t remember putting this in his pocket. He pulled it out and read it. “Daniel Howell 823-776-8902 You were the only tasteful gentleman in the crowd. Let’s meet up sometime. Ps: I saved your arse and broke a nail in the process. You owe me a drink. ” Sir Lester simply couldn’t believe his luck
—– Might do a sequel if requested ;)
Also this isn’t meant to be disrespectful to dnp’s sexualities. Just made this for fun, pls don’t attack me or take this too seriously. Have a nice day lovelies ---Avery.
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walkinthemoonlight · 7 years
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Can you imagine domestic Dan and Phil, Dan ironing some shirts and Phil vacuuming the bedrooms listening to kpop really loud and dancing timidly. I just want this to be real
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fxckphxn · 7 years
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peace offering between deer phil? and plant dan?
also i tried to do that cool art style were it’s just the color in the lines and no shadows, ya know?
anyway, this took like all day, literally like 8+ hours, love me
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Catch me crying bout this in the club ♡♡♡....12 years . Wow. That's so Amazing! (and yeah, that pun was totally intended) {Tags: #amazingphil #phillester #youtube #congrats #imsoproud #phillipmichaellester ) 💙💚🖤💙💚🖤💙💚🖤 (at ILoveHim)
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rickyhayabusa · 7 years
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#RickyTube365 #vlogger #goviral #viral #viralvideo #newgame #gamer #gaming #gaminginsta #android #smartphone #ios #derekcouture #younower #younow #followme #muser #dna #fanpage #fangirl #danieljameshowell #dan #danisnotinteresting #phillipmichaellester #phil #lessamzingphil #danandphilgames #danandphilcrafts #phanaf #phantrash #pinof (at L A Fitness Lacey)
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amazinglalisa-blog · 6 years
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phil with a dog (≧.≦*)
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danicalithegirl · 6 years
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Phillip Rarester #amazingphil #phan #phillester #phillipmichaellester #dandp #danandphil
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imalivetoflyhigher · 7 years
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Grandma Dan and Phil update
Update: It’s been a day since my grandma told us she had read 100 pages of DAPGO. Tonight we (my cousins/sisters and I) were sitting around our grandparents bed and one of my cousins was reading DAPGO. Our grandma was sitting and talking with us and then my cousin started laughing at something she read in the book so the rest of us got interested and told her to read out loud. She was at the part of the book with the foods they ate on tour and my grandma was laughing along with us at the excerpts she was reading. We eventually got to talking about their YouTube channels and why they went on tour (she hasn’t read TABINOF yet). She was genuinely interested about them touring America and Europe and just really about their lives in general. Later on, our grandpa came in and we were re-reading some of the awkward room service encounters Phil had and all of us were laughing really hard. It was really funny a little bit on when my grandpa was a little confused about the touring and stuff since he wasn’t there from the beginning so our grandma actually started to explain everything to him. Anyways, this is really long but we’re all still freaking out bc they actually are interested in the stuff we are unlike any other adult. I’ll post anymore updates if anything else happens!
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First day in phandom vs current
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phansvines-blog · 8 years
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hi this is my favourite edit i made #amazingphil #amazingphiledit #phillester #pml #phillipmichaellester
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