#Dan Buri

[maribird444]

soz in advanced if this makes u cry :,)

[evilvalentin3]

i can draw literally anything

[astradyke]

i think i was so thrown off by the puppy spit slow motion that i completely forgot about the oh my God they kissed joke. i am sincerely happy that they don't have to filter themselves out that much these days, they deserve it. i do wish that didn't involve the various kinds of foreplay they've done on camera over the course of june, but i guess kink does belong in pride . so

[cafephan]

Saying Goodbye Forever

… to pre-coming out danandphilgames

[manchesterau]

random dnp gifs 24/?

[dnptheinfinity]

we're all doomed!

also bonus pov: you're a cube about to hit dan in the eye

[goldenpinof]

I feel like we are getting a “baking dans birthday cake” maybe??

that's where i was heading. thank you for reading my tags <3

baking a cake and eating it — mukbang

[lordartsy]

2/10 - Naga's birthday coincides with me watching the finale of this show. I miss him already 🐍

[that1overthere]

Take them

[certifiedfae]

rhaenyra’s girlkissing is like when dan and phil both came out separately. like rhaenicent is half confirmed and the girlkissing recontextualizes the whole relationship as shown in the show. im losing my mind u guys

[vertigoartgore]

1990's Wolverine Vol.2 #33 cover by Marc Silvestri & Dan Green. Source

[astradyke]

pacing back and forth waving my hands wildly no because. i wasn't on team hard launch soon but now i'm reconsidering because even though the reality is that they pick "harmless" tweets and react to those, that's the reality BEFORE this current era. this is the "how open is that door going to be" era. this is taking back what the internet took from them era. this is we're going on world tour and they're not going to hard launch during the tour so it's now or never. it's our fifteen year anniversary is coming up on the 19th and we're not doing a show that day. this is we're not taking anything for granted. asking for phan conspiracies like... even if they don't explicitly SAY anything, they're going to say so much. we already know, is the thing, but it's going to be loud as fuck. all of this is loud as fuck. i need CPR

[parkeryangs]

waitt do yall think we'll get a mullet quick round in the next dnp twitter video now ..

[terrainofheartfelt]

A Dair Moodboard

��Rebecca Lindenberg, "Marblehead"

[daybreakrising]

@resolutepath: "What if they kissed?" ( Dan Heng & Blade )

Do you trust me?

A loaded question, even heavier when it settles between them, two beings bending beneath the weight of a complicated history, and even as he asks it, Blade knows the answer could never be that simple. Do you trust me, he asks of a man he has hunted across the stars, of a man forced to kill him over, and over, or be killed himself. Do you trust me, he asks, when Dan Heng's only reason to do so is memories of a life that is not his own, of emotions that belong to another.

The vidyadhara has every reason to mistrust him, yet it is with a carefully considered nod that he answers. No words spoken, and though there is trepidation within those familiar eyes, there is also curiosity. There is a fleeting furrow between Dan Heng's brows that, combined with the quiet set of his mouth, transposes another's image over his, almost identical save for the slightest differences that only one who knew that face so well would ever notice.

Blade closes his eyes against memory, and hardens his resolve against the itch that crawls beneath his skin. He keeps them closed as he draws forth a length of cloth from a pocket, smooths it through his fingers. He says not a word as he lifts the cloth to his face, winds it about his head, so that even should he open his eyes he will see nothing but darkness.

If it works for her, maybe it will work for me.

Do you trust me, he asked of Dan Heng, but it is he who now places trust in the other, depriving himself of a vital sense, willingly making himself vulnerable in his presence - and though they both know he does not need to see to be a threat, he hopes the message he sends is clear.

"..." Lips part with intention to speak, but he falters, unsure which words he wishes to utter first. There is so much he desires to say, yet untangling the complex weave of their lives, their emotions, their memories, seems like an impossible task. Where to even start, when there is no safe path upon which to tread?

He can feel the presence of the other, like an aura that both comforts and electrifies him in equal measure. There is a warmth upon his wrist that soothes the itch, quiets the howling in the depths of his mind, and he wonders if Dan Heng feels a similar warmth upon his own, or if this is some imagining conjured by his own longing. He doesn't know if the vidyadhara still wears his half of this matching pair, or if it is lost to history, and he has not yet dared to ask, for fear of the answer.

Slowly, he raises a hand, reaches cautiously forward until he feels the texture of cloth beneath his fingers. He jerks back as if burned, his blindfolded gaze lifting to 'meet' that of Dan Heng's. "May I...?" He asks, and once again the answer that comes is one of silent gesture. He feels fingers curling about his hovering hand, feels the gentle tug guiding him forward. Now that he has been given consent, he does not hesitate - hands come to rest upon shoulders still tense with uncertainty, hold firm, and he takes a step forward, then another, until he can feel the whisper of breath against his skin.

He feels a stirring within the shadow of his mind, a familiar burn - but unlike previous meetings, it is less of a fire and more smouldering embers, present but dormant. It is working, he thinks, and he surprises himself at the relief that bubbles within his chest at the thought. He cannot know how long this trick will contain the mara - as much as he wishes to savour the moment, time is ever borrowed and must not be wasted.

One hand grounds him upon Dan Heng's shoulder, but the other does not linger in place for long. With the lightest touch, his fingers trace a path across cloth, seeking the warmth of skin instead. Do you trust me, he asked, and now that trust must be tested - fingertips skim the vidyadhara's collar and his hand, at last, meets the line of his throat. He is careful, of course, to keep his touch light, but still the other tenses, and he cannot fault him for it.

"It's okay," he utters, so quietly he fears it may be lost beneath the rapid beat of the vidyadhara's heart, beneath the pulse that he can feel racing under his fingertips. "Trust me."

The thrum of life he can feel beneath his skin is tempting, exciting, and if he could he would linger there for an eternity. Alas, he cannot ignore the other's discomfort - he trusts him this much, yes, but it is still too soon, too raw. Perhaps, in time, he can convey what it means for him, to feel that life within him, to be comforted by it. One step at a time.

And so he moves on from his throat, his touch instead creeping further north, to skim the line of his jaw, the sharp angle of his cheekbone, tracing each contour of Dan Heng's face with a careful reverence.

So like his, he thinks, yet not his.

He feels Dan Heng frown, and the corners of his mouth twitch into the faintest of smiles. There has been no question posed to him as to his purpose, yet Blade suspects he can predict the other's thoughts. Dan Feng is at the heart of their complicated tangle of threads, an ever-present obstacle they must overcome if they can ever hope to move forward. Does he believe this is to imagine another in his place? Is it Dan Feng I am seeing when I touch him, does he wonder?

That he is allowing this at all is meaningful - that he could believe himself a stand-in and still allow it is something else entirely. Your heart is too good, Dan Heng. "I know you're not him." Both hands now shift to frame his face, fingers skimming ears that are so very, very human in this form, sinking slowly into hair cut short. "You may look like him, but you do not feel like him."

Still, there is silence from his companion, but again he feels fingers curl about his wrists - at first he thinks they intend to revoke his consent, until he feels the grip tighten, anchoring the two of them together. He can hear the quickening of breath between them, and it is impossible to determine if it is Dan Heng's, or his own. "You feel different," he continues, the pad of his thumb brushing softly against his cheek, "here," and he leans in, the touch of their foreheads igniting a heat within him that for once has nothing to do with the mara, "and here."

One hand shifts, catches Dan Heng's in the same guiding grasp the other used only minutes prior, and settles it over the swordsman's own racing heart. "And here." A sigh breezes past his lips, a sound of quiet yearning that surprises even him. "You are not him, and neither am I. They are our past, no more than an echo that refuses to fade. We may not be able to escape them, but that does not mean we must be shackled by them. I once rejected all thought of you because you were him, but not him - and now all I once rejected, I embrace because you are not him."

He presses further against him, the hand that still frames his face holding firm, fingers twisting lightly into dark hair. He draws him in, bodies sliding snugly together like lost pieces of a puzzle finally reunited. When he angles his head, leans down, he finds Dan Heng leaning up to meet him.

It is a tender kiss, eager but gentle with it, as if it is the first they have ever shared. Absent is the desperation of that fleeting opportunity once gifted beneath a downpour, a final goodbye to what was - now there is only peace, the promise of a new beginning. And as they part, Blade feels a little of the weight that hangs over them lift.

"It is ever a complicated path for us ahead," he utters, and he would meet Dan Heng's gaze with his own, were it not shielded still, "but nothing worth the effort is ever easy." A smile, gentle, easy. "We have both endured so much in our lives; I think we can endure this, no?"

[endlessfuckup]

need to find some more >2012 phannies to reminisce with