not all ‘old’ music is good and not all ‘new’ music is bad so get your head out of your ass
prompt: started out as sexuality crisis fic spiraled into 2009 flashbacks oh no
genre: angst „„ but fluffy flashbacks „„, but angst
word count: 3,978
NO THAT IS NOT FUCKING OKAY
You made me cry ;(
"Is it recording?" Dan asked, adjusting his hair. Phil nodded, looking at the camera.
"Okay, we’ll just cut that bit out." He amended. "Hello internet," Dan smiled, trying to hide his anxiety. It failed. "So, we told you guys we have a big announcement… We will be revealing that today."