O/// Finally Shouting Into The Void That Is Tumblr.Hello DPS Fandom, I Just Have One Question To Those

o/// Finally shouting into the void that is Tumblr. Hello DPS fandom, I just have one question to those who would like to answer, and it's one that i've been thinking about a lot, recently. Are you more invested in Neil and Todd's relationship, or Charlie and Neil's? I tend to find myself leaning more towards Neil and Charlie and their friendship. I have no clue why, I just do. PS: also, huge shout out to my mutuals who followed me back when I had no posts on my blog- you guys are real ones.

100%!! Say it louder for the people in the back.

I think some people forget that some literature and some media is meant to be deeply uncomfortable and unsettling. It's meant to make you have a very visceral reaction to it. If you genuinely can't handle these stories then you are under no obligation to consume them but acting as if they have no purpose or as if people don't have a right to tell these stories, stories that often relate to the darkest or most disturbing parts of life, then you should do some introspection.

Vampires. I will not elaborate further. Ifykyk.

I love it when a special interest is useful, like yesss ask me for information...... I will help you.... Let me ramble it makes me unreasonably happy....

Will the Wise won a solo victory on the battlefield of Vecna

Woot woot! All aboard the Gravity Falls AU train!! So, yeah. I've fallen victim to the recent resurgance of Gravity Falls, and i'm not even mad. This is my first fic on AO3, and i'm really excited to see what y'all have to say! Here's a part I very much enjoy from the first chapter: "Gravity Falls was a sleepy little town nestled in the woods of Oregon. Ford knew that going in, pouring over books, and connecting traced anomalies all the way to this backwoods town. It surprised him, really, that while it was lacking in people, there was never a shortage of secrets.

The loneliness, though, he couldn’t have prepared for. While he hadn’t lived with his parents since before his college days, there was always someone in his room. Whether that be Fiddleford, Stan, or even Shermie on some nights, there was always a living, breathing person next to him- a continuous source of noise to shut his brain off, to.

Here, there was nothing. Sure, the quiet hum of insects was audible, and the floorboards shifted and the house creaked, but there was no reassurance. No quiet breaths or gentle noises to fill the night. His eyes always move, his brain always produces one thought after the other, and there is no lull of another tired person to stop them." Hope you enjoy!!

I mean…I kinda wanna hear facts about planes? The only thing I really know about them is that they fly. 💀

I love it when a special interest is useful, like yesss ask me for information...... I will help you.... Let me ramble it makes me unreasonably happy....