I See Your Alice Getting Excited Meeting Jon And Martin Because Theyre The Guys From The Computer And

i see your “alice getting excited meeting jon and martin because they’re the guys from the computer” and i raise you “colin meeting jon and martin and immediately going into defence mode because they’re the guys from the computer”

actually not to get too real but i genuinely think a huge part of the reason dan and phil have such a loyal and enduring audience is how good they are about fan content/spaces. like even phil saying he doesn’t want to see stuff we make that’s not meant for them, so he asked ppl to share what they want dnp to see. not to mention how accepting (and even encouraging) they’ve always been about fic and art. fan/creator boundaries are a two way street and they’re so good about that

somewhere else au ft the two headed calf by laura gilpin <3

i saw @milowave ‘s post about this poem being jmart coded and had to draw it immediately

a night vale episode where the citizens are compelled to join a conga line one by one. cecil treats it as a huge threat and keeps updating about it. eventually, he is compelled to join too. after the weather, everything is back to normal. no plot, pure fuckery.

Prompt: Reunion (Discord Drabble)

It's probably too much, Steve thinks as he pulls into the Buckley's driveway a solid hour before Robin estimated she would be back.

His best friend was finally coming home from college on break, arriving back in Hawkins at some point mid-afternoon with her parents. Steve had attempted (and failed) to convince her to drive herself back in her shitbox of a first car but she was still too anxious despite having her license for almost a full year now.

He'd even tried (and failed) to swoop in and drive interstate to pick her up himself but well, she does have a family that wants to see her just as bad. And it's not like this was the first time, either. Nor have they ever gone more than a week without a lengthy phone call Steve made sure would end up on his own phone bill.

But seeing Robin, being surprised by a new hairstyle, listening to her talk a mile a minute before she starts losing her breath, eagerly awaiting whatever still-somewhat-musty thrifted item she shows up in...

Steve cuts the engine and steps out of the Beemer. He decides to settle for sitting under the pine tree that towers over the Buckley's house, its size dwarfing the property so much that the roots have grown under – and cracked – the driveway in parts.

It's hot today, the true heat of summer coming just a few weeks earlier than usual.

Undeterred by the stupid decision to opt for jeans, Steve waits...

By the time the Buckley's car pulls into the driveway, Steve is already on his feet, pacing in the shade and periodically checking his watch.

Richard doesn't even get the car into park before Robin opens the back door on the driver's side a jumps out, her mother's chiding voice following – something about the dangers of such an action that is said in a way that makes Steve think his best friend's general fears about vehicular travel stems from her mother.

"Steve!" Robin beams, swishing her hair (this time, its regular light brown with the slightest hint of auburn) from her face in haste as she runs to him.

Her jacket is jangling as she goes, the red leather adorned with endless badges and chains.

"Rob!" he says, taking a single large stride to close the gap between them and Robin jumps into his arms, the pair of them oof-ing at the impact.

He only just manages to steady them before they fall, knocked askew as Robin wraps her gangly legs around his waist.

"I missed you!" they yell in unison.