all these tags for

You know, at first, I thought that Mina’s constant blabbing about a “doctor” was a reference to a Sailor Moon villain bearing the same name. Considering Mina’s design and overall aesthetic, this could make sense as she downright seems like a parody of such “anime magical girls” characters.

But then… it hit me.
Mina didn’t age, as if someone messed up with her genes or something.
Mina is crazy and obsessed with hunting down “monsters” and conquering.
Mina has access to weird powers that no other Mewman seems to have.
Mina, again, often talks about this “doctor” and its “oders”.
Mina, after all, may be even someone’s puppet.

Now though, did we ever see someone or something in the show that may look like some kind of weird doctor AND a puppeteer at the same time? YES.

And it was right at the beginning of every episode until Season 3 changed the intro. But wait, there’s more! In a “blink or you miss it” moment, they apparently added in this short sequence (in Season 2) a very familiar silhouette looming in the dark as Star and Marco leave this weird-looking dimension. 

Zoom in, enhance and you’ll instantly recognize Mina’s signature hairstyle and helmet. This that the doctor she’s talking about actually exists and it’s a possibly malevolent force pulling strings in the background. 

This is not even the first time that the SVTFOE crew hid something in plain sight as a hint to what’s to come. Interestingly, they did it again with Mina in the early Season 3 epsiode “Book Be Gone”. In this establishing shot, you can clearly see Mina hiding in the monster temple, subtly foreshadowing her bigger role in the mid-season finale “Monster Bash”.

Does this mean that we’re gonna face a space robot dentist soon?
Welp, we just have to wait.

Somebody send this man a fruit basket

“If one day… you have someone that you like please tell me. Alright?”

(I don’t like putting signatures so, PLEASE, if you want to post this gif somewhere GIVE CREDITS! Also, don’t use it in videos/amvs. Thanks~)

this probably wont get seen bc of tungle.hell policy but

would you guys like if i compiled a huge list of lush correspondences? like not just bath bombs but shower gels and shampoos and soaps and lotions and stuff to make it more accessible to my witches who dont have bathtubs/bath bombs? i could also include spells/rituals involving them it could be a whole masterpost ee
tagging some people to maybe help spread it sorry if this is annoying @orriculum @witchtips @lavenderwaterwitch @lunaesteria @floralwaterwitch @persephoneandthepomegranates


I’m sorry for the terrible gif quality. I know that someone else– someone who knows what they’re doing– will make a lovely gif set in the morning, but right now, it’s the middle of the night, so you’re stuck with me. I needed to make these because I needed to hear it so badly, and I thought maybe some of you did, too. 

I didn’t realize how badly I needed to hear it, I think. It’s 3:30 am, I’m supposed to teach a bunch of 14-year-olds in five hours, and I haven’t even fully looked over the lesson plan. My house is a mess. My finances are a mess. I’m a mess.

But I’m doing fine. And so are you. 

Usually this is the part where I’d write an emotional novel that uses an excessive amount of italics and semicolons, but you guys are probably sick to death of that. So, instead, I’m going to provide links to a few of the posts where I talk about how Mark changed my life. That’s just in case he happens to stumble upon this, or one of you lovely people has some time to kill and wants to read about some mundane miracles in the life of a girl with a silly, teeny ponytail.

Here’s one of the many posts where I talk about how Mark single-handedly saved my career with some words of encouragement after I nearly quit.

Here’s the one where I talk about how his community helped me raise the funds to cremate my dog Max, who was my best friend.

And, on a lighter note, here’s the video/post that is definitive proof that Mark helped me get my confidence back– me being an idiot onstage at one of his shows.

Thanks, @markiplier. I’m proud of you, and I hope one day I can do something so spectacular that you’ll be proud of me as well.

I love you all, owlets. Remember, we’re all gonna be okay.

You’re doing fine.

I have so much respect for people who ship one person with multiple people but, like, how??? How do you quell the deep and sometimes frightening passion you have for that one ship that person’s in??? How do you deal with the second hand jealousy??? How can you read or see that person without what you believe is their true pair???

Asking for a friend.



omg but when I saw those tags I fell in love fell. in. love. with your au like?? It’s perfect?? Anyway a thousand apologies for this–but I couldn’t get the brilliance of your au out of my head so I doodled a little montage of sorts I hope you don’t mind!!

J’avais du temps libre, je voulais faire un fanart MAIS aussi tenter le huevember. Et bim.

(même si en toute honnêté j’ai pris pas mal de liberté. je crois que j’ai pas encore bien compris le concept de huevember.)

can i just say denial!!

also stop using han’s lines and just no he’s not taking after han bc han never actually hated leia or ever tortured her or tried to kill her unlike kylo who did all those things to rey and literally hates her (and really stop with you freaking reaching and using han and comparing him to his freaking murderer and just being so wrong)

and lastly i’m just going to say you’re going to be disappointed and are in denial so badly


rogue one as hindu saints paths to spiritual freedom:

the devoted: dedicated to their unquestionable beliefs, fulfills duty without expectation of payoff nor reward

the recovered: led astray in dark times, eventually finds their way back to the light

the disbeliever: the dismissive one who realizes the truth in the end

the believer: the faithful, the devout, the unshakably resolute, the typical devotee

the enlightened: the commoner who rises to the challenge

the non-human: to prove that all who are capable of acting are capable of acting for the greater good and justice


  • She could hold you down with just one arm
  • And she will
  • Goodbye to whatever morning plans you had.
  • Kisses the back of your neck constantly.
  • Endless teases.
  • She’ll even wrap the blanket around your feet so its harder to get out.
  • Will bribe you with whatever she thinks it’ll take to get you to stay longer.
  • Will slip her shirt over you so her scent can lull you back to sleep.
  • Loves to play with your hair to help you fall asleep.
  • Is most likely to take selfies with your sleeping form and post them everywhere.
  • She’ll probably apologize with a late breakfast in bed.


  • Will lock her limbs around you.
  • All four if that’s what it takes.
  • She’ll probably even lay on top of you.
  • Expect more than kisses.
  • She’s gonna leave some hickeys to try and to get you stay with the promise of sex.
  • 9 times out of 10 you never get it lol
  • Will scent you more in this state.
  • The only thing that can get her up is the promise of coffee.

The first laptop started out being more about practicality than anything else. They had just returned to the bunker for the first time after- Well, just after. Cas was gone, and Jack was here, and Jack deserved some way to entertain himself, for those times outside of training, because expecting him to just sit in silence all the time would have just been cruel. It wasn’t until he told the kid that the laptop had originally been Castiel’s that he truly understood the precise nature of the task he had undertaken.

Because, where Sam had just seen a painful reminder of a lost friend, Jack had seen a single, tenuous link to the father his mother had chosen for him. A memento of a father he would never have an opportunity to know. And the look on that young face- so young yet already so familiar with the dark taint of a Hunter’s world- had been more than enough for Sam to just know.

Jack was his to protect now. Not just for Castiel. Or for Mom. Or for the safety of the world. But because Jack deserved better. Because Jack deserved a family.

That was then. And this was now. And now Castiel was back. Jack had his father. They had each other. And Sam, while happy, couldn’t quite banish the bitter feeling in the depths of his chest. The slow, sinking sensation of dread. The tiny voice whispering in his mind, reminding him over and over that Jack didn’t need him anymore.

And that? That hurt.

Despite his better judgement. Despite his own joy over Cas’ return. Despite his happiness on both Jack’s and Cas’ behalves. It still hurt. To think that this one connection he had somehow come to cherish so much was suddenly going to be gone.

So call it stupid, or call it sentimentality, but for some reason or other… he wanted to give Jack something to remember him by.

…Which was why he found himself, shortly after checking in, excusing himself from the hotel (under the pretext of checking out the neighbourhood), trekking over to the city’s Sears and immersing himself in the computer section. Less than thirty minutes later (because he knew computers, and he also knew he hated browsing for long periods of time) he left the store again, brand new laptop firmly in his possession.

He didn’t reveal it to anyone when he got back, though, choosing instead to tuck it safely into his duffel for now. When they finished the case, he could present it to Jack as a sign of congratulations, and then they could all move on with their lives. Cas and Jack would likely head off to do their own stuff, and Dean would feel better now that the “Anti-Christ” (a term he still insisted on using even though he knew it was inaccurate) was out of their hands, and Sam… well, Sam would just have to forget how it had felt to have a (kind of) son of his own.

They would move on. And he would make do. That was the plan. And, in the meantime, if he got the chance to arrange the partnerships so he got to spend just a little time around Jack alone, to reassure himself that the kid would be okay? Well, then, he would take that chance gladly.

And, for a short time, things went well. Relatively speaking.

…And then Jack tried to help, and the guard stepped out at just the wrong moment, and suddenly Sam’s own feelings didn’t seem all that important anymore.

And he tried. Both he and Cas. They tried in the car. They tried again when they reached the Bunker. But it was too soon, and Jack wasn’t ready to hear it, so they sat instead where they knew Jack would be able to see them- to reach out to them- at any time, and waited for the moment when Jack (when his son, that traitorous voice still whispered) was ready to hear that he wasn’t a monster. That a mistake didn’t mean he was evil.

…They forgot to take into account that Jack could fly.

The first night was the hardest. That’s what he’d always heard.

What a load of crap.

Because the pain and the worry? They didn’t fade or go away. They just got worse. Cas left, deciding that doing something was better than just sitting around feeling useless. And Sam? Sam did what he did best. He researched. He searched online. He used every virtual tracking method he could think of.

And still nothing.

And it felt, especially after Mom, kind of like it did whenever Dean died- like some part of him had been ripped away, and like he could never breathe quite right, and like the entire world was just that tiniest bit dimmer in the weight of what he had lost. The only positive thing was that Dean (while his reasons were different) also thought Jack needed to be found and, as such, never questioned Sam about either his motives or his urgency outside of merely saying that he should “at least take a break while we’re on a damn Hunt, Sammy. Geez, you’d think you were actually worried about the kid or something. You forgetting that he can’t even be hurt?”

Sam didn’t bother to remind him that lasting injuries weren’t the only indicator of pain.

He also didn’t bother to tell him that ‘worried’ didn’t even come close.

It wasn’t until they returned from their third Hunt (a simple salt-n-burn in Western Colorado Dean had kind of enjoyed because the widower had practically plied them with home-made pies in gratitude) that Sam even thought about the laptop again. But he needed a change of clothes (because he’d been kind of remiss on the laundry front lately) and, while digging around, his fingers pressed against the cool, hard plastic.

He couldn’t think of the last time he’d been so close to breaking over someone who was still (because Jack was- he had to be) still alive.

In somewhat of a daze, Sam moved the couple of steps over to his desk, setting the laptop down almost on autopilot and opening it up, logging in to the as yet un-password-protected main account. Before he even really knew what he was doing, an empty document was open on the screen, and his fingers were dancing their way back and forth across the keyboard.

Jack,’ they typed, ‘I don’t know if you’ll ever read this- or even why I’m doing it, really. But video messages are your mother’s legacy, and I don’t want to intrude on that. Well, that and Dean would probably take the piss out of me for weeks if he ever found me making one. I just… I miss you, Jack. And I understand why you left- I really do- but I still wish you were here. I’m looking for you, and so is Cas, and even Dean’s doing his bit here and there, but in the meantime… just be safe, Jack. Please.’

After saving it, he closed the laptop again, and that was that.

Or, at least, it should have been that.

Instead, the messages became a regular thing. Every day (sometimes twice a day) he would make a new one- some short, some longer and more detailed, but always just… honest. Yes. Maybe that was the best word for them.


We got a call from Cas today. He said he saw someone who was wearing that same jacket you were when you… left. He knew it wasn’t you, of course, but he said that still didn’t stop him from going over anyway. Just in case.

…I just realised you didn’t take any clothes with you. I hope you’ve found somewhere to wash yours, or maybe a few new sets. Be safe, Jack.’


‘Jack, I’m sorry. That night you left, I stepped back, and I know what that looked like. But I’m not scared of you, Jack. I promise. I’ve had a lot of bad experiences over the past few years, and I don’t always react well to confrontational tones or snapped words because of it. But it wasn’t because of you or your powers, Jack. I hope you know that. You are not a monster, Jack. A couple of mistakes don’t change that, and I’m sorry if I made you think they did. I’m sorry I didn’t do more to help you understand that.’


‘I nearly stepped on your pencil earlier. It had fallen on the floor next to your usual chair. I’ve put it in your room for you- just in case you want it when you get back.’


‘Did I ever tell you that I tried some tracking spells on you, in those first few days? None of them worked. I have this theory that it was because you didn’t want to be found, so your powers protected you. Some of the ingredients are a bit hard to come by, but I’ve decided I’ll keep trying. At least once a week. That way, when you’re ready to be around us again, we’ll be able to get to you fairly quickly, even if something bad has happened to you.’


‘Jack, I told you that mistakes don’t make you a monster. Perhaps I should have told you why I know that. You see, I’ve probably made more mistakes- and bigger mistakes- then you’ll ever be able to make. If you come back, maybe I’ll be able to tell you about a few of them.’


‘You know what, maybe I don’t need to wait until we’re face to face to tell you. So here are just a few of my mistakes:’ (That one was particularly long, spanning five whole pages. And still he didn’t manage to get past some of the biggest, most obvious ones. He could only hope that Jack wouldn’t think less of him when he read it.)


‘Wherever you are out there, Jack, I hope you’re doing alright. Come back whenever you feel ready.’


‘Please be safe.’

And so it continued. Day in, day out. He took to keeping the laptop in Jack’s room, just on the off-chance Dean wandered into his own uninvited and happened to get curious (or mischievous) enough to poke around a bit.

Until, three months, fifteen days and eighteen hours after Jack disappeared…

Sam was taken.

So I may or may not be working on something

I’m not sure this is really “fan art” but it’s something I at least want to try.

I’m attempting to arrange a sheet music score.

Knowing me, I’ll probably never get it done, but I at least want to give it a go, and I can’t do that if I don’t have material to work with.

What I’m imagining here is an arrangement of music from various milestones of Mark’s life/YouTube career, put in chronological order.

The one exception here is that the opening movement is Adagio for Strings (the one piece Mark said he liked from Homeworld, I think it’s fitting to start with that one).

For anyone out there with good musical memory, I need your help.

I’m going to be taking snippets of music from his channel and trying to put them into sheet. That much I can figure out on my own.

I just need help finding more songs to put in, and knowing where to put them.

I have some ideas already:

  • Adagio for Strings, like I said
  • The piano outro from the original Tiny Box Tim animation
  • A rendition of the Toreador March from FNaF
  • Maybe a bit of Crazy La Paint
  • Probably one of the songs from the FNaF musical (night 1 or 2)
  • Space Is So Cool!
  • Doodly Doo
  • Fly like a Butterfly
  • Thinking Out Loud, and/or the other one he performed whose name now escapes me
  • And I want to end with the piano outro from WKM.

If you can think of other Iconic™ songs from the history of Mark’s channel, tell me! This list is NOT complete, these are just some ideas I had. I won’t be attempting to put in every song in its entirety because that’d just be ridiculous and ridiculously long, but I want to at least have little nods to each little bit of history.

I really wanna try this. It might take me a while, but… I hope it’ll turn out, and that I’ll be able to say it’s more from the community than just me.

Thank you!!