I hope I did this right, I really don't want spoilers....and Deltarune spoilers seem to be a lot harder to avoid than Hundred Line spoilers

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I hope I did this right, I really don't want spoilers....and Deltarune spoilers seem to be a lot harder to avoid than Hundred Line spoilers
Talking with Targ stans is like talking with a wall. And even then, the wall is infinitely smarter than them.
I mean, for real
You guys all know I’m probably the most laid-back and ‘you do you, have fun and be happy’ person on the planet, but I swear, there are some days when I wish Tumblr had a method where I could temporarily block or unfollow people. Not because I don’t love them, but because sometimes, some of the things I see them posting make me so uncomfortable and squick me out so bad that I question my commitment to Sparkle Motion - I mean, fandom.
(sorry not sorry for the Donnie Darko reference. I love that crazy weird movie.)
now i have a legit excuse for aya to lock herself in her room and not come out for days
I am not extreme.
Or maybe I am.
I don’t really care. I just kind of sit here, with my own views. I usually disagree with most peopls about most things, especially on this site. My opinions might be seen as radical by many, moderate by others. Thing is, I don’t really care. I just kind if exist with my own views, opinions, and politics, and if you don’t like that -
Well, screw it.
When I was a kid my mom got me this really awful sweater for christmas. For months, I tried throwing it out, 'losing' it, everything. So, I went out back to the river behind my house, drowned the sweater, and buried it.
When I want something, I try to secretly imply that I want it. Then, I end up never getting it and cry in a corner until I die.