fully tuned

Here’s the full transcript of Mark talking Darkiplier in the livestream

(Time approx. 3 hours, 52 minutes to 4 hours, 4 minutes into the stream. And, yes, this took forever). Thought you’d like this, maybe.

I’ve bolded stuff I find especially interesting.


Mark: Long ago, a long time ago, I liked to do these scary edits because I just felt like doing scary edits and this is how Darkiplier got born. And then what happened was over time Darkiplier became less and less about the scary figure and more about this romantic figure, and it always rubbed me the wrong way. And I kind of shied away from Darkiplier for a while. And I really really really- if I was going to bring Darkiplier, and when we thought about this, we thought, okay there should be a Darkiplier route. And that was there from the beginning, and so when I wanted to do it I wanted to do it my way, and I wanted to do it right, and I wanted to have this unending level of creepiness. And at the same time, I didn’t want to step on the toes of Antisepticeye because I know there’s a big fan base of that, and I didn’t want to get in the way of that at all and I really don’t care that there’s more than one dark personalities of people. But when I saw the opportunity to have this character here, I spent like 8 hours editing this, like just meticulously every single RBG. This is a layer, we green screened this one, I color corrected it, I separated the RBG layers I added the shakes and glitchiness every frame. I worked on the voice, too. The voice took me the longest to figure out. Like the shakes! And my computer was dying this whole time cause I put my effects on here.

Tyler: The amount of time you had to spend rendering this.

Mark: And so, the audio’s actually three separate layers. It would have been two, but Kathryn helped me out on that one to make it more clear. It’s a normal pitched layer that’s edited, echoed, reverbed, mastered, and convoluted which means it’s just thrown off to the left and right, and then it’s a deep layer of that. But then to make it really come together- it didn’t live without this center channel that wasn’t convoluted but was centered. But getting that voice right was so pinnacle, so paramount to what I wanted to come out of this. And we did like thirty minutes of shooting various versions of me talking to the camera and I wanted to pick the exact dialogue that really kind of gave away my idea of what Dark is in not a terribly obvious way.

Tyler: The other thing, this was supposed to all be one video.

Mark: But YouTube annotations, this new version doesn’t allow you to link the same video multiple times, so these are literally the old videos that I first did when Darkiplier first came about, like, these are the ones, especially this one here, and then this is my cheap knockoff Darkiplier.

Amy: Canon Darkiplier.

Mark: Canon Darkiplier. And I’m going to readily admit something. I joked about Darkiplier because it didn’t seem like something people wanted to take seriously, and I’m okay with that on certain aspects but it had diverged into multiple different facets and multiple different personalities, and everyone had their own version of Darkiplier, and I thought it was hilarious that, “Hey, here’s my version of Darkiplier, and he’s an idiot.” Like, he’s just this weird emo kid. And then I stepped back from that, like, I stepped back. And you can even- in that time, when I was doing those videos, in this era, I was not very happy. I was kind of… I was pessimistic about a lot of things. And I felt like that bled through in a lot of things I did. And that’s why even October of last year I literally made Darkiplier an emo character. And then when we were getting to this, I thought about it like very carefully and I thought back to why I did it originally, and I did it originally because, well, Darkiplier wasn’t even a thing. Darkiplier was not a thing when I was making those videos. I just wanted to make some creepy stuff. And then I thought about that, and I was like if I want to make a statement about who this is, I need to own that and I need to put something out there that is not ambiguous, because I realize that’s where I went wrong. I didn’t have a solid character so obviously, people would come up with their own versions, they would fill in the gaps where they saw fit. So, when I made this I had to embrace it fully and fine-tune it down to exactly where I wanted. When you choose the “fake” choice carrying through to this one, I really wanted that to come through, except at the end to this video, where it gets silly, but that’s because the real me comes in and the real me’s an idiot. And I’ve actually watched this over and over again because I’m listening to the takes I put in here and I’m listening to my inflection and my tone, my demeanor and I’m imagining like how to refine it better next time when I bring him back, like how to do it better.

Tyler: I remember now, I set up the table.

Mark: Yeah, you did. You set up the table we had to change it out for clear glasses because the green screen was reflecting through. But yeah, even this, like the intersplices of anger, and this is me getting real deep in the meta of Darkiplier, like if that’s even a thing that can be- let me just pause it here. I don’t read too much into this but if there’s something that I want to take seriously, I want to actually do right. So, in my mind, Darkiplier is an entirely different person from me. But, much like Warfstache, doesn’t obey the laws of physics. He exists in another world entirely and bleeds through into this one. This is sounding really nerdy of me.

Tyler: I remember the Warfstache talk.

Mark: So Completely unironically, Darkiplier is a completely separate entity from who I am. But, he admires what I’ve accomplished, and he’s very much… people picked up on this, and people thought it was really creepy, because it’s what I wanted. He’s a social manipulator. He is literally, 100% manipulative. He leads you into this false sense of security, and he wants you to trust him because he wants to take advantage of you. That is literally what I wanted for Darkiplier. And how creepy and scary that actually is from the surface. Especially in this first bit, where he says, “If dinner is what you want, then I can provide.” And I wanted this to come across in a seductive way while also masking, like, this burning rage inside that breaks through the suave nature of it. That was my clue to reveal he’s not your friend. He’s not here to help you. He’s here to use you. And that also came across when I was thinking about, like, the effects. Like, his image shatters, he separates because he’s not entirely kept together, you know what I mean? So, I wanted like the drastic impacts of the rage pulling back suddenly to the calm nature and the demeanor and this last one, I was thinking was especially telling. It’s not me trying to break through, it’s his shell cracking.

Kathryn: I love that.

Mark: Yeah? It’s my favorite of all of them.

Kathryn: That’s one’s my favorite. I have legitimately just gone and watched that bit.

Mark: Yeah?

Kathryn: It’s really good.

Mark: Oh, thank you.

Kathryn: I really like that.

Mark: Yeah. And number 1 the visuals work hard on this one, but nailing the audio- that high-pitched ringing that a lot of people were like wow that really hurts my ears, that was by design. That was supposed to hurt because listening to him- a lot if inspiration for him comes from G-man from Half-life 2 and 1, like this weird interdimensional person that seems human but is obviously not and doesn’t obey the laws of physics, and is just like this shell of a person that’s in a suit. Not a suit, literally a human suit, and is trying to figure out how to puppet it right that you believe him, but he’s really good at it. And that’s where the scariness of Darkiplier, I think, really comes from, is because he seems like someone you can trust, and he will manipulate you, and take advantage of you, and literally use you, and to me that’s terrifying. Like that’s the antithesis of what I want to be and so if I’m going to make an opposite version of me, he’s gonna be the fucking worst. Like worse than any romantic story can ever bring about. He’s fucking awful.

Amy: It was convenient, though, I like the way it goes from Relax to this, like the video “Relax,” because then people were not expecting this. But it’s so nice to have it on Valentine’s Day. It works so well.

Mark: And then came the bullshit transition that we had to do. So, this is comical in a way.

Amy: It doesn’t drag it though.

Mark: Yeah it doesn’t drag. You get the scary. Tyler’s here-

Tyler: In Mark’s suit, which I have fit in, but not the pants.

Mark: He didn’t fit, we forgot to get a tie, like, we printed out a mask, and I looked at this and was like I could try to make this creepy, and then I went, I objectively can’t. Let me throw in some punch sound effects.

Tyler: I have to make sure, cause-

Mark: He couldn’t see shoot.

Tyler: No, I couldn’t, and I had to keep moving the mask cause there was one time we did this that the mask ended up completely on the side of my head and I was just like, hey Mark, you can’t touch my face.

Amy: The convenient thing about this, though, with all the glitches is that you can hide stuff with it.

Tyler: Yeah, and there’s a reason I never let go of Mark I have no clue where anything is.

Mark: Yeah, oh man. Oh, this, oh my god. Oh, and secret Easter egg- you know who Dark is because he doesn’t have a shadow. Totally intentional and by design.

Amy: His toes are missing too, but.

Mark: Shh he doesn’t have toes he’s so scary.




heedless;  showing a reckless lack of care or attention

rules: make a playlist using 20 songs that describe your aesthetic. each artist can only be used once. link to the playlist in the post. go!

tagging: @minvardandrew @petalloso @wesnenski @softrichard @reneewvlker and idk who else @audreil tagged everyone

“Never Think” - A ‘Riverdale’ Imagine

Archie Andrews x Fem! Reader

Author Note: Thank you all for being so patient! I’ve made a full recovery and I’m ready to get back to posting. Hopefully I’ll be posting almost every day if I get enough requests. So, this imagine is going to be a tad different as its inspired by Rob Pattinsons song “Never Think.” I can really imagine Archie writing and playing this song and would advise you to go listen to it as it will be in the imagine. Here’s the link; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R89K1zydhPI

I hope you all enjoy! I would really appreciate feedback and feel free to send me requests!

Archie smiled looking across the table at (Y/N) as she pulled out her purse to pay for the milkshakes they both had. “Put that away.” He gestured towards the purse and chuckled at the funny look she was giving him. It was somewhere between surprised and confused. “Don’t look too surprised, I’m allowed to treat my best friend to a milkshake every now and then.”

(Y/N) shook her head and sighed “Archie just let me pay for…” but before she could finish her sentence the redheaded boy was already handing the waitress the money.

“Keep the change” he smiled towards her before looking back at (Y/N) “Sorry, were you saying something?” he raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk playing on his face.

“Yeah, I was just saying how much I secretly don’t like you.” She stuck out her tongue and skipped to the door. Archie just smiled watching her. Truth was he had liked (Y/N) for a very long time, ever since he met her really. He didn’t know what it was about her specifically. He didn’t know if it was the way her eyes would seem to light up whenever he played her music or if it was how her smile was the brightest and realest he had ever seen or if it was the way she was never scared to be herself and how she wouldn’t take any rubbish from anybody. What he did know was that he loved her, everything about her. He just didn’t know how to tell her. “Hello! Earth to Archie!” (Y/N)’s voice brought him out of his small daydream.

Archie shook his head a little and blinked. The look of confusion on his face. “What?”

“I was just asking if you were ready to go or if you’d prefer to stand and stare at nothing for the rest of the night.” She raised an eyebrow “What were you thinking about?” she asked.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” He replied a little too fast. “I’ll walk you home, okay?” he smiled walking towards her. (Y/N) just nodded, trying her hardest not to look too concerned for him.

They were only 5 minutes down the road from Pop’s Diner when (Y/N) decided to break the silence. “Are you sure you’re okay? I swear this is the longest you’ve ever been quiet the whole time I’ve known you.” She joked

Archie let out a small chuckle “Yeah, I’m fine (Y/N). I was just thinking about how much money I just lost. It’s breaking my heart a little.”

“Excuse me, but I clearly remember you telling me to put my money away and then paying before I could even put up a good fight. I had a great speech prepared about how its men like you that create the stereotype of women never paying.”

“Oh you prepared a speech. So, you knew I was going to insist on paying?” Archie glanced at

(Y/N) while they both walked. A goofy grin plastered on his face.

“Archie Andrews. You know fine well that is not what I meant.” She frowned. “ I just know you like the back of my hand and enjoy being prepared.” She chuckled before letting out a small shiver.

“Here take my jacket.” Archie smiled as he started to take it off.

“No! I’m not even cold.” She protested.

“Well that’s an obvious lie, You’re shivering like mad. Just take it please.” He held out the jacket to her.


Archie shook his head, a small smile  on his face. “You, (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) are unbelievable stubborn.”

She chuckled “I learn from the best” she replied while playfully elbowing him in the side. Almost buckling in laughter while he pretended to be in agony.

They continued like that most of the way back, they must have been around 5 minutes from Archie’s house when it started to pour down in rain.

“Oh My God!” (Y/N) squealed as the freezing cold rain hit her.

Archie grabbed her hand “My house is just around the corner come on.” He said as they began to jog up to his house.

“I should have taken your jacket when I had the chance!” she laughed as she jogged along with him.

“Dad, I’m home! (Y/N)’s here!” Archie yelled as they both clambered to his room. Rain water dripping onto the floor from their wet bodies. Closing the door behind them Archie let out a laugh seeing the mess of them both. “Do you want some dry clothes? I mean I probably won’t have trousers that will fit you but one of my t-shirts will probably act like a dress or something.” He shrugged.

“Yes please!” She smiled, still shivering as she watched him look through the drawers in his room for something she could wear. After a few minutes, he handed her a baggy blue t-shirt. “Thank you, I’ll just you know, go get changed.” She laughed, leaving the room to go to the bathroom down the hall.

Archie let out a small laugh as he watched her walk away before quickly undressing and putting on some dry clothes. He was fully changed and tuning his guitar when (Y/N) came back into the room. “What d’you think?” she asked, giving a playful spin. The baggy blue top was still baggy on her but very short, it came up very high on her thigh, just below her bottom.

Archie glanced up at her from his guitar, speechless for a few seconds by how beautiful he found her. He gave her a small smirk “Would you prefer what I think or the response from a straight teenage male?”

“Actually, just forget I asked.” She sat down on the bed, facing him while he was sitting in a chair. “Have you been working on anything new?” she asked, nodding towards the guitar he was holding. Archie sheepishly nodded. “Play it for me?”

Archie smiled as he started to play. It was a slower song, filled with lyrics that were seeping with emotion. Every now and then he would glance up from his guitar so he could see her eyes sparkling. He silently prayed as he continued to sing that she knew the song was about her. Once he had finished he looked back at her, waiting for her response but all she did was sit there and stare into nothing. Much like he had done earlier that day back at Pop’s Diner. “Well?” he asked quietly.

A large smile grew on her face as she focused again. “Archie, that was amazing. The best thing I’ve heard so far. It was so emotional like it was filled with raw emotion.”

“So, you liked it?” Archie bit his lip while watching her. God, he loved her.

“Of course, I do! I loved it.” She grinned before lying down on the bed. “What was it called?”

There was silence for a while as Archie raked his brains for a name to the song. “I was thinking maybe ‘Never Think.’”

“I love it.” She let out a small yawn. “Will you play me some more?” Archie responded by gently strumming the guitar and starting to play another song. At some point during Archie playing (Y/N) had fallen asleep. Not long after that Archie’s dad came in to check on them both and to say he’ phone her parents to let them know she was staying so she didn’t have to be woken up.

Once Archie had finished his final song he put his guitar down as quietly as possible as to not wake (Y/N) up. It was late now and the rain still hadn’t stopped. He could still hear it pounding down onto the window behind him. He yawned loudly as he slid off his shirt before moving to lie on the bed next to (Y/N). “Archie?” she quietly murmured, stirring from her sleep.

“Sorry, go back to sleep.” He sighed, watching her.

She nodded a small okay before moving to place her head on Archie’s chest. In response, he wrapped his muscly arms around her. “Are you sure you’re okay, Archie?” she whispered. “You got really weird at Pop’s.”

There was silence for a few minutes as Archie tried to think of something to say. He couldn’t decide if now was the right time to tell her or not. Things felt so perfect the way they were in that moment he didn’t want to ruin it. “I’m positive,” he whispered back “I was just daydreaming.”

(Y/N) frowned into the darkness as she decided not to even question what about. Instead, she asked “will you ever tell me what about?”

“Soon, I promise.” He replied before very quietly singing the lyrics to ‘Never Think’ until they both drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.


Written for @sunflowerseedsandscience and quickly reposted because formatting sucks and I’m also possibly brunch drunk.  This is un-edited un-betaed, and will show up better later here and on AO3.  Til then.  Cheers.  


It’s essentially his last-ditch effort.  The phone call was out of the blue and also not quite unexpected.  


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chapter 16 sneak peek #1, steroline

Stefan and Caroline in the living room.

“Beks, slow down, I can’t—” he slipped into a tired sigh, scrubbing a hand over his ‘here we go again’ expression before curling it around his chin, propping it up. His eyes flickered up to hers in something like remorse. ‘This might take a while,’ he mouthed.

Caroline waved off the apology, sinking back into the armchair and settling in for a bit of work. She flipped her laptop open, legs curling up beneath her, hand fishing out to loop around the handle of her cooling tea mug, fully intending on tuning him out—in fact, she thought he might take the call elsewhere for a little privacy.

But instead he remained on the couch, body pitched forward, elbows propped against his knees as he rubbed his jaw with one hand and held the phone with the other. Unintentionally, she found herself watching him. His thick brows were drawn inward, eyes tapered into a listening gaze, the kind that vaguely pinballed from spot to spot without really focusing on anything in front of it. He looked serious, and for a second she wondered if everything was okay.  

And then he sighed, knuckles slipping off his chin. “Remind me why him texting back ‘lol’ means he’s with Bethany again?” Something appeared to be snapped back in response because he lifted a surrendering hand. “Right, Tiffany, sorry.”

Caroline felt her lips slowly tugging upward, kindling, disbelieving. His sister had called him to bitch about drama. College-y, immature drama, if that snippet had been anything to go off. She felt a tide of amusement rising inside her, at the idea that of all the people she knew, Stefan was probably the least suited to be a teen social guru, but it had an undercurrent of something warmer, too.

A wash of endearment.

Because judging by his reaction, this happened pretty often, and judging by the lack of lull on the other line, his sister felt pretty confident that he’d sit through every word of it, and judging by the fact that they had two other sisters but she chose to call Stefan instead, he was probably the only one who would, and if that wasn’t the most annoyingly Stefan thing ever, she didn’t know what was.

The wry curve of her mouth softened. He was dragging an absent thumb across his lips, eyes thinned into a ruminative peer, seemingly taking the story being told to him genuinely seriously, and on an impulse she knew wasn’t smart at all, she wondered what it was like to have that. The certainty of him waiting at the finish line of a bad day. The reliability of his voice on the other end of the line, patient, sincere, calmly parsing through the bluster to try and understand what was wrong.

Bonnie had always said he’d been something of a rock for her growing up, but it wasn’t until recently that Caroline really understood it. Not only because of the things she’d learned about Bonnie, but because of the things she’d learned about him, how suited they made him to the role. Like the murmuring timbre his voice took on when he was trying to talk you down. Or how effective the steady hum of his heartbeat was as a calming metronome for racing thoughts. Or the uncanny way that every taut, carved out line of him somehow gave whenever he took you into his arms, molding to you, swathing, tensionless, a boneless blanket of warmth.

Before this week, she’d always cast off his whole ‘savior best friend’ role as just another self-righteous thing about him—Saint Stefan, the perpetual ‘aw shucks’ hero, swooping in to humble brag and save the day. Now, though, knowing what she knew, that felt so petty. She was grateful as hell that Bonnie had him to lean on growing up. She couldn’t imagine how things would’ve turned out if she hadn’t.

As if sensing her thoughts, his stare flicked up to hers, and it promptly took on a bemused flicker at the attention. Likely because she’d propped her chin against her hand and had been straight up staring at him for the past two minutes. She straightened up hastily and slipped her hand through hair, trying to play it off as nothing, and the corner of his mouth took on an amused tug at the twitchiness of the reaction.

Thankfully, it only took two seconds for it to dive back into a frown, stare averting. “This is still Bethany we’re talking about or—” a sigh cut him off. “Tiffany, sorry, Tiffany.”

Caroline might be unofficially meeting the first of the Salvatore sisters! Catch up on the fic here.

asketchbookthing  asked:

1 and 12 for the fic meme!!!! <3

#1 “Oh my God. You’re in love with her.Ao3 Link (Note: This takes place literally right before Liam sets them up on their infamous first date. <3)


The quiet moments were the ones Kallo waited for. It was rather convenient that they were also the ones he remembered in much grander detail. The way she’d give him that sideways smile. The glances and little laughs that filled the silence. The work ethic accompanied by a light hearted hum as the time passed by.

Then there were the loud moments. The powerful moments. The ones that just made him appreciate her in the most unusual ways. The moments when he’d see her standing there in full armor, sniper rifle in hand, looking so dangerous and protective at the same time. The last thing he thought of when he imagined Sara Ryder was guns, but she played the part beautifully, and he was helpless.

But his favorite moments? The ones he loved most were the unexpected moments. The impulsive actions that lead the Tempest all across the Cluster on a whim. The days Sara would burst through the door with a plan so insane, so stupidly brave, or so unbelievably reckless that the crew couldn’t help but follow her in her excitement. Perhaps trying to ride Fiends on Eos was taking it a little far, but still, they made the most of it.

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@cherik-is-really-gay You are such a sweetie and thank you for the prompt!


“What. Is. That.”

Charles smiled nervously as his best friend glared furiously at his face. “Um… fell down the stairs?” he offered, wincing as Erik’s lips peeled back in a snarl, showing quite a few of his shark-sharp teeth.

“No. Someone did that to you.” He grabbed Charles’ shirt with one hand and yanked him closer, inspecting the edges of Charles’ black eye with gentle fingers. Charles blushed a little, but did not squirm or flinch. Erik wouldn’t hurt him. Erik would never even think of causing him discomfort, let alone pain.

But from the look on his face, he was thinking of causing pain to others.

“I didn’t see them,” Charles lied with a sigh. “They just… hit me and ran.”

“Liar. Who did this? I’ll break their hands. I’ll tear the iron from their blood. I’ll–”

“Erik, stop.”

Erik stopped talking, but Charles could certainly still hear him thinking. He usually tuned out the thoughts of his classmates (teenagers were such predictably disgusting people), but he’d never been able to fully tune out Erik. That was alright, though, seeing as he was utterly infatuated with him and didn’t really want to tune him out. 

Charles took a breath and said firmly, “It doesn’t matter. Come on, we’ll be late for class.”


Charles might have thought it unimportant, but Erik did not.

He knew Charles liked him. Well, he liked Charles. And if anyone had a problem with that, they could take it up with Erik, who could at least hit back.

He watched sharply for reactions to Charles’ poor eye. Most were surprised, pitying, sympathetic; but there was a group of jocks who snickered behind their hands, until they saw Erik staring at them, unblinking. Then they began to look nervous. Erik smiled cruelly.

He’d found his prey.


“You didn’t have to do that.”

Erik shrugged and slung his arm around Charles’ shoulders. “But I wanted to.”

Charles glanced back, seeing the pitiful pile that was the five bullies who’d tried to take Charles. Of course Erik had leapt out of a tree to land on the biggest bully’s back, driving him to the ground. Of course Erik had lashed out and given another bully a shiner to match Charles’. Of course he’d beaten up the bullies, and now he was walking Charles home.

“Charles. Read my mind.”

“What?” Charles asked blankly, looking up at Erik, who smiled, the soft, non-sharky smile he gave only to Charles.

“Read my mind.”

“Erik, I don’t think–”


He could never resist when Erik said please. He sighed and opened his mind to Erik’s.


“Oh,” Charles whispered.

Erik grinned. “So. Can I?”



Caleb groaned and stirred, his head and back aching. He looked up just in time to see Erik nearly pick Charles up and kiss him fiercely. And Charles kissed back.

Caleb let his head drop to the ground, scowling. Now he’d never get Erik. Fucking Charles.

Piss off, dumbass, Charles’ crisp voice said in his head, and then everything went dark again.

You’re Beautiful

Characters: Scotty x Reader.

Summary: Scotty comforts you but will this lead to him finally confessing his feelings for you? (I am really bad at summaries!)

Word Count: 870 words

A/N: This is for a lovely Anon who requested this from my 300 celebration ‘100 ways to say I love you’ .

Originally posted by chekovpavels

Sitting in the canteen after a long shift you had your head in a book, wanting a bit of peace and deterring people from attempting conversation with you. Unfortunately, the men sat behind you didn’t seem to have a volume filter and their conversation permeated your concentration.

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anonymous asked:

you have a really nice taste in music. what are some of your favorite songs? i need more things to listen to

oh man lol

i’m currently listening to The Shoes specifically their album Crack My Bones. my favorite songs on that are cliche, people movin’, crack my bones, time to dance and wolf under the moon

BUT that’s just my current favorite music rn & that changes often. a better list can be found here. (um idk if this link works but on the computer right click & open in new tab if it doesn’t)

some added songs to that would be:

Mitski - Townie

Black Kids - Hurricane Jane

Japanese Breakfast - The Woman That Loves You

The Modern Lovers - That Summer Feeling

The Cramps - Like a Bad Girl Should

Black Kids - Partie Traumatic

Sufjan Stevens - The Predatory Wasp of the Palisades is Out To Get Us!

Foster the People - I Would Do Anything For You

there’s so many i’d just say check out Sufjan Stevens, The Drums, Strawberry Switchblade, Mitski, Black Kids, Japanese Breakfast, The Modern Lovers, Beat Happening, & Best Coast. Those are the bands I’m listening the most to rn. 

But I also like Beach House, Marina and the Diamonds, Studio Killers, St. Vincent, Carly Rae Jepsen, Fitz and the Tantrums, Devendra Banhart etc.. idk it really depends on the mood lol. This is a lot of info sorry for dumping so much on u! aha i just love my music. and of course my tunes tag has a ton of songs that i like so! you could always look there

bubblebuttsugden  asked:

Mo.. dear precious mo.. I follow you because you make my heart sing songs of joy.. You make me want to be a better person.. You bring me happiness even when I feel like all I have left in me is tears and sadness... You make me smile. Every time I see you, talk to you, or just go stalk your drawing (hehehe) I get this feeling deep down.. A feeling of joy.. pure joy that makes my days become something to look forward to.. Thank you for being such a great friend.. I love you so dearly <333

Sara, I am all teary-eyed and speechless and I don´t know what to say. You are so sweet and I am alway so happy, when you drop by at our art streams, talking with us and brightening just everything with your sunny, cheerful self! 

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy, when the fandom is gray. *sings off tune but fully from my heart*

Thank you for being you and being a friend to me, it means so much to me! 

Starscream was never a newspark, bitlet, nor protoform - he’s cold constructed, not forged nor kindled. His fully-formed and fine-tuned body came off a production line, had a soul shoved in it, and was auctioned off to a military company before he ever even awoke for the first time.

Naturally, I needed to draw him as a baby anyways for r e a s o n s.

As a hatchling, Starscream is very…simplified- he wouldn’t develop many traits until later, like most of his additional armor- even his wings are basically just flappy, unjointed boards that are little more than the basics of a strut system and stored sentio metallico that will continue to develop as he grows more complex.

He’s also very small, just look at the size comparison with that human, but would grow to reach his adult height in about a month, month and a half, given the right diet. He’ll be eating nearly constantly and be eternally hungry, but I mean…that’s all babies. This is why his armor is covered in a constantly-shifting set of seams and exposed “circuitry” formed by nutrient paths for growing nanite colonies.


Of Steadfast Feelings and Lingering Stares

Prompt: Person A of your OTP always wears baggy clothes that are too big for them. Person B does a good job of hiding their crush on them, until Person A shows up one day in clothing that actually fits. Cue Person B choking as they run their eyes over every inch of Person A’s body, trying desperately to act normal despite their sudden surprise and intense dirty thoughts. Bonus: Person C is in the background laughing, complimenting Person A and asking if Person B likes what they see.

I just felt like doing this prompt, so here it is! It’s a riarkle College AU drabble. I tried to intertwine one of my favorite poems, “Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art” by John Keats, into this. If you’ve never read anything by John Keats, I would highly suggest it.

Thanks for reading!

Winter comes to an end, and the weather is finally warm enough to leave the heavy coats and baggy sweaters behind.  Spring demands to be welcomed on this particularly sunny Monday, but Farkle doesn’t think twice about it as he throws on a black t-shirt and jeans before his afternoon class.

Maya, Farkle, and Riley are taking some core courses together to make them slightly more bearable. Maya and Farkle are sitting in their poetry class waiting for their professor to arrive. They’re already settled down in their seats and having a conversation when Riley comes through the door.

Farkle immediately senses her presence, but no one else turns to look. No one else seems to care as she enters the room. Just Farkle’s eyes are drawn to her. In that moment, he’s inclined to stop thinking altogether because she’s wearing a flowy, orange dress that cuts off mid-thigh and her hair is in a high ponytail that bounces with her every move.

Farkle’s mouth drops open slightly as he takes in the sight of her. It seems like it’s been forever since he’s seen her dress like that, and with every year that passes, he doesn’t understand how she continues to get even more beautiful.

He’s totally oblivious to the fact that he’s staring at Riley as she walks over to them. Maya notices Farkle’s reaction, though, and lets out a low laugh.

“Hey guys! Sorry I’m later than usual. I had to stop at the bookstore,” Riley says a little out of breath from rushing to her seat.

Maya exaggerates each word as she says, “Riles, you look really cute today.”

“Thanks, peaches!”

Maya continues, “And you’re wearing orange. It’s so bright and pretty.” Then, Maya turns to Farkle and smirks. “Farkle, isn’t that your favorite color?”

Farkle shoots her a glare but then turns to look at Riley as he stutters, “Y-yeah it is. You look great in orange, Riley.” 

Their professor comes through the door at that moment, and Farkle lets out a relieved sigh at the seriously needed distraction. He reaches into his backpack to find his notebook as the professor begins speaking.

“Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art-”

The professor accentuates the words as he recites “Bright Star” by John Keats. As he continues speaking, Farkle feels Riley lightly grab his shoulder to get his attention. She mouths “thank you” to him with a light blush spread across her cheeks.

Farkle smiles in return and begins to fully tune into what the professor is saying. As he listens to the words of the poem, he realizes that out of the corner of his eye he can see where Riley’s orange dress ends and her long legs begin. He lets his eyes linger on her bare knee that is dangerously close to his. The trance he’s in is broken when the professor’s speech gets louder.

“Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath. And so live ever—or else swoon to death.”

Farkle lifts an eyebrow after the professor delivers the last line. He’s trying to decipher the meaning of the poem when he feels Riley’s leg brush against his. He fights the urge to look over at her as he attempts to gain control of his heartbeat, but he can already tell that this is going to be a hard class to get through.


You know how much I love these things, and I hope you do, too. Here is another great AE86 showcase brought to us by StanceNation; feel free to check the source for the full article and pictures. Takanobu Sugahara’s first car ever was one of these beautiful Toyota AE86’s, but after having sent it off, he missed it dearly and hoped he would one day find another Trueno that would be his. Six months ago, Takanobu-san was brought together with a stock ‘85 Sprinter Trueno Apex CP2. It’s like something out of a fairy tale story!

Takanobu-san said that his favorite thing about the automobile was its engine. He noted that you couldn’t tell by just looking at the exterior, “but it’s fast!” The vehicle now has a more powerful “red-top” 4A-GE power-plant from the Toyota AE92, as well as having ported the motor, added a metal head-gasket, big valve kit, Escort 82.5 cast pistons, Toyota Vitz lifters, Toyota AE111 connecting rod, individual throttle bodies, TODA Racing high camshafts (IN 304, EX 288), TODA Racing adjustable camshaft pulley, and a Freedom computer for proper tuning. This Japanese dream also features a TODA Racing lightweight flywheel, SECTION racing clutch, and a TRD 2-way differential.

The biggest challenge for Takanobu-san was dialing the fitment and cutting the stock body to make way for one of his favorite parts of the automobile, Crystal Body Yokoyama (CBY) over-fenders. Cutting the stock body wasn’t difficult, it simply pained Takanobu-san to bring himself to cut the body of such a beautiful car. Once done with that, finding a proper tire size was a problem. Takanobu-san stated, “They didn’t fit and so I have bought brand new sets of tires 3 times. Even then, the tire still rubs, so I’m currently working on sorting out the front suspension.”

Also concerning the stature of the vehicle, Takanobu-san has added a TRD short-stroke suspension from AE92 shock cartridges and Swift 8K springs coilovers up front. In the back, this AE86 sports Tokico HTS dampers with TRD 6K springs. He also put on adjustable control arms for the front and rear , and reinforced the tie rods up front. In the future, to eliminate the tire-rubbing problem, Takanobu-san plans to add a Nissan Silvia suspension.

Beneath the brilliant CBY over-fenders are amazing Work Meister CR01s Takanobu-san chose. They are 16×9 on all four corners with an impressive yet efficient offset of -51 up front and -66 in the rear. All around the car are 195/45R16 Toyo Proxes tires. Other exterior work includes adding a Duce front bumper, CBY side-skirts, Aero Master rear bumper, and FRP bonnet with bonnet pins.

Takanobu-san says people overlook his seats; custom wrapped Recaro SR3's—wrapped in denim, ecsaine, and carbon leather. Other interior modifications include an ATC steering wheel, Alpine speakers, Pioneer door speakers, and Toyota navigation system. One thing to notice is the lack of gauges. Despite having a fully tuned enging, Takanobu-san wanted to keep his interior free of gauge clusters. Future plans for the interior include wanting to wrap the door cards, rear seats, and headliner in the same fabrics and patterns as his Recaro seats.

I congratulate Takanobu Sugahara on the incredible AE86 he has crafted as well as the many difficult feats he had to overcome. I know only the best is in store for the future of this automobile. Here is the modifications list:

Duce front bumper
Crystal Body Yokoyama fender flares, side skirts N-Design side flap
Aero Master rear bumper
FRP bonnet, bonnet pins

Work Meister CR01 F 9J 16 -16 R 9J 16 -31 35mm spacers in front and rear
Auto Staff wheel nuts
Toyo Proxes T1R 195/45R16

TRD 92 short shock Swift 8K springs coilovers
Tokico HTS damper
TRD springs 6K
section pillow adjustable lower arms, pillow tension rods, reinforced tie rods
pillow adjustable control arms, lateral rods

92 kouki base
TODA Racing high camshaft IN304 EX288
TODA Racing adjustable camshaft pulley
Toyota Vitz lifters
BIG Valve, cut seat rings
metal gasket
Escort 82.5 cast piston
AE111 connecting rod balanced
AE111 4 throttle funnel type
Freedom computer

Drive line:
TODA Racing lightweight flywheel, SECTION racing clutch
TRD 2way LSD
maker unknown exhaust manifold, and exhaust

Recaro SR3 denim, Ecsaine, carbon leather
ATC steering wheel
Alpine speakers, Pioneer door speakers, Toyota navigation system


Imagine Kili Sweeping You Away In Rivendell To Dance With You

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It had been all but silent since this unexpected journey began. Just when the adventure seemed like it couldn’t get any worse, you and the company were raided by orcs. A shadow in the dark had found out about Thorin and the company’s quest to reclaim Erebor and take back the thrown, and this creature has done nothing but try to stop them.

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Hello Gorgeous- Pietro Maximoff x Reader PT 7

Part 6, Part 8

Hey babes! Hope you like part 7! Message me if you have any questions about the story or myself! <3

Description: Reader is hurt in a fight, and she is taken into S.H.I.E.L.D for her injuries, and ends up being there longer than expected, gaining new friends and falling for a certain speedster.

Warnings: Swearing, Violence.

You and Pietro strode into the training room, in which you took a seat between him and Barton. Cap stood at the from of the room, next to Widow, and settled into the meeting.

“Alright guys, it’ll be a pretty clear week, no one has any training to do, so we would be completely of this week, if Tony hadn’t insisted that on Friday, we have a banquet, celebrating the addition of Quicksilver, Scarlet Witch, Vision, Blue Jay, and Falcon to the Avengers.“ Everyone let out a small groan in protest. “Yeah, Yeah. I know. So feel free to mope around and do nothing for a few days, but just be ready for Friday.” Steve said, dismissing the group.

Wanda bumped her hip to yours. “Hey, want to help pick out each other’s outfits?” 

“Yep! I’m curling your hair, by the way.” You tease.

“What if I don’t want it curled?” 

“That’s too bad, then, isn’t it? Listen Wanda, I’m doing it whether you like it or not. Your hair is absolutely perfect for it, and you never do it. Like, ever.” You complain to her. 

Pietro dashes in front of you both. “Wanda, is she causing you trouble?” 

“Actually yes, perhaps you could do away with her?” Wanda smiles at her older brother.

“Hey! Wanda, I thought we were friends!” You shout.

“Pietro, take her away!” Wanda walks out of the room, following the rest of the team, leaving only you and Pietro. You knew there was nothing you could do, because before you had the chance to think of an escape plan, you were already in Pietro’s arms, being basically shipped up to your bedroom. Pietro threw you on the bed, turning and slamming the door.

“Hey asshole, let me go!” You giggled, trying to push past him, as he was leaning against the door.

“Nope! This is what you get for messing with my sister. The worst possible punishment. Stuck in a room with me.” He said maniacally.

“That is pretty terrible!” You agree. “But you seem to have forgotten.”

Pietro chuckles, crossing his arms. “What could I have possibly forgotten?”

“That I, can do this.” You say, lifting a finger to trigger Pietro to raise up off of the floor. 

He facepalms himself in the air. “Damn it.” You held him in his position, swinging open the door with a wiggle of your fingers, walking out, and slamming the door behind you. You hear Pietro struggling to reach the ground, and that gives you an opportunity to speed off, using his usual strengths. You sat there a moment, only letting Pietro circle your brain, then, when you felt fully tuned into him, you dropped him, bolting off towards the entertainment room. You knew he was gaining on you, so you swerved, taking a turn down a different hallway. It didn’t take long for him to catch up again, leaving you only one more option. You stopped harshly, and Pietro passed you by. Zooming quickly, you headed back to the housing area. You swung open Wanda’s door, jumping onto her bed.

“Wanda help! Your brother is attacking me!” You cried, Wanda looking unamused as she stood near her closet. Pietro bolted in, leaping onto the bed as well, letting his hands wander to your sides to tickle you. 

You kicked the air, screaming, “Wanda, help me I’m dying!”

She let herself smile a bit. “You guys are too cute. Now leave, I have to clean up my room.”

Pietro groans. “Ughh, fine!” and before you know it, you are swooped up and taken to your room again. “So, we’ve got until Friday to do whatever we want. Do you want to,..” He paused, eyes wandering to the floor. “Is that my shirt?” He raises an eyebrow. 

You spot the royal blue t-shirt on the ground. It obviously was, it read his last name on the back in capital letters across the shoulders. “Oh, that? Um, yeah. It is.” You blush.

“Why is it in here?”

“I uh, well, uh, I stole it.” Your pitch got higher, and you scratched your neck.

“Why?” Pietro smirked.

“Because it’s comfy. And baggy, and good to sleep in. and it smells nice.” You ran a nervous hand through your hair.

“You mean it smells like me?” He would never let you live this down.

You coughed. “Maybe.” 

Pietro’s smile widened. “You should keep it. I’m sure it looked better on you anyway.”

“If it helps with the fact that I stole from you, maybe I should tell you that the only thing that I wear with it are panties.” You flirt.

Pietro was the one nervously putting his hands in his hair now. “Uh, well, you know, I haven’t actually seen if it looks better on you, so I’m going to need to make sure before I give you the shirt.”

“You’re disgusting.” You snicker, throwing a pillow from your bed at him.


The next morning

You wake to the door closing before you could see who had been in. On the foot of the bed, you see a stack of 3 shirts, a note on top saying, “Who wore it better? -P” You smile, stretching out your arms. 

Later, you walk down to the kitchen in your pajamas to get a cup of coffee. (The shirt you stole from Pietro, and some white pajama shorts you had slipped on before leaving your room.) Speak of the devil, he sits at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of cereal.

“Nice shirt.” He comments.

“Thanks, a cute blonde boy gave it to me.” You say over your shoulder as you prepare a coffee pot.

“So did you and Wanda select your outfits for Friday?” He attempts to make conversation.

“No, but do you really care?” You smirk.

“Hey, I could get into fashion.” He spoons more cereal into his mouth. You scoff at him. 

Vision approaches the kitchen, Pietro practically growling at him. 

“What’s up with you two?” You ask.

“Well, he is mad, because Wanda and I are going to be attending the banquet, as each other’s dates.” Vision answers.

“Aww Pietro, you’re so protective. What’s so bad about Vision?” You sip your newly made coffee.

“He’s taking my sister on a date.” His eyebrows droop.

“Yeah, well, you’ll also be at the place where they’ll be.” You remind him.

“That does not matter. What matters is that she is my sister, and I am the only person she has to protect her. I do not want her to be hurt.” He raises his voice.

“I would never hurt your sister, you know that!” Vision points out.

“Hmph.” Pietro said, clearly having nothing else to say.



“Wanda, you ready to pick out dresses?” You hurry to catch up to her in the hallway. 

“Sure. A chest full of them was sent up to my room yesterday.” She tells you, and you both head there.

Wanda tries on multiple dresses, including a hot pink one that had holes cut on her sides, an open back, and a low neck. “If I wear this, Pietro might just peel off his own skin just to have something to cover me with.” Wanda mentions, making you giggle.

You end up trying on just about three dresses, then going back to the first one you picked. “It’s black, like my soul.” You joke.


The rest of the week flies by, since most of it was spent lying around and watching Netflix with Wanda. 

Friday morning 

“You ready to dance? I’m going to have to kidnap you sometime tonight so that I can show you my moves.” Pietro tells you over breakfast.

“Yeah, I’m just hoping that Tony didn’t invite a bunch of people we don’t know. We’ll have to learn so many names, and I can guarantee you all of them will be old, so if you can’t find me for that dance, I’ll probably be at the bar.” You rest your head on the table.

“I did hear that Thor will be there. Don’t you want to meet him?” He asks.

“Well sure, Pietro, but that’s one person, or god, out of the whole party that I’m actually waiting to meet.” You explain.

“I don’t think it will be that bad.” He sips his cup of orange juice.


That’s part 7! A little dull, I must admit, but part 8 will be full of excitement, so I guess you could say this is the calm before the storm, lol. I will try to have it up tonight hopefully! Who’s as excited for the banquet as I am?


Most Unexpected

Prompt:   i was at work today serving a family of 4 and I could hear the mother and father making homophobic comments about me behind my back because of the way I look but the joke’s on them because when I opened up Grindr and their son popped up on it so now i’m talking to him and he wants to take me on a date 

This went a bit different than the prompt exactly and the prompt is a random text post I saw on here as a matter of fact.  Changed Grindr to Tinder which is  a dating app here in the US.  Hope you like it!!  

“Dios,” Raphael said as he leaned against the wall next to where Magnus was entering his order for his party of eight in the back. “Not another one.

”“Hmm?” Magnus straightened to full height and peered over to the newest table the hostesses had just sat. It was the fourth of July weekend and they were packed to the brim with the high end customers of Manhattan. The latest family being seated was a family of four that obviously had money, as a lot of people did in this city. Manhattan was, in Magnus’s experience, made up of the really rich and the homeless. You could bet that the homeless weren’t here on a day like today. “They look alright. They brought their kids along, or at least I think they’re underage ”

“Yeah, so did the last family with that baby.” His younger colleague moaned. “If one more person makes another comment about me being Mexican I’m going to lose my job.”

“Alright,” Magnus sighed as he put a hand on the younger man’s shoulder. “I get it. I’ll take the table for you. You have to grab my next one though, no matter who it is.”

“Deal, amigo! I owe you!” Magnus rolled his eyes and hurried out to his newest table and hoped they would be alright. Difficult customers were the absolute worst during a busy day, and they had all had their share of horrible people over the last six hours they had been here. He was off at nine, barely in time to change clothes and book it over to Ragnor’s for fireworks and a few drinks. If he made it through two more hours he would be home free for twenty four hours.

“Hello, my name is Magnus and I will be your server this evening. Can I start you out with something to drink?” Magnus said the rehearsed phrase without thinking as he unfolded his pad and got his pen at the ready. He glanced up to see the father looking at him with a tint of horror in his gaze, and the did not bode well for their visit.

“I’ll take a lemonade.” The younger girl put in before either of the parents could say anything. Magnus sent her a smile in thanks and jotted it down. The parents put in an order for water and a bottle of wine. Finally Magnus looked in the corner of the booth, and that’s when he thought that Raphael might not owe him a favor after all.   Sitting in a corner of the booth beside his sister sat the most beautiful boy he had ever seen.  His head was bowed to stare at the menu intently as his black hair flopped over his forehead.  Magnus could see a tattoo peeking over the collar of his shirt and it was turning him on more than he thought possible.  He was tall, much taller than any guy Magnus had ever thought about dating in the past.  He was used to being the tall one in his relationships, but he couldn’t say he minded being the short one if it was a guy like that. 

 “Can I have a water?” His soft voice carried easily, even through the chaotic air that was around them.   It tugged at Magnus how soft and genuine his voice sounded.  He smiled at the young man before jotting it down.  The other slouched in the booth and Magnus saw him slowly turning a very evident pink. 

 “I’ll have that right out for you.”  Magnus normally wasn’t one to stick to the script, but these people didn’t seem like they were much into small talk  He got a last glance in at the boy huddled against the wall before he had to dart into the drink station to get the drinks organized. 

 “Are they as awful as they look?” Raphael hissed to him as he also slipped into the station to prepare his own drinks.  The young man barely came up to his shoulder and it always made Magnus smirk to himself.  “They look like completely awful people who make you want to tear your hair out.”

“Worried about your missing tip there, Santiago?” Magnus quipped as he finished his tray of drinks.  “They look like they have a lot of money.”

“Bane, the money would not be worth it.  The day celebrating America is never kind to me.  Though I am American despite everything else.”  

The younger sounded upset so Magnus laid a hand on his arm.“You alright?  Did someone say something again?” Raphael took a deep breath before straightening his shoulders and shaking his head.“It’s not worth worrying about.  We only have an hour and a half left now.”  Magnus checked his phone and realized Raphael was right.  The time was flying by and he had that cute guy to impress and ask out in under ninety minutes.  He tossed a towel over his shoulder to clean tables with after he delivered the drinks to his table.  He nabbed the bottle of wine from the bar and headed out.  

“I don’t see why you can’t even try dating a girl,” Magnus heard the father saying as he approached around the corner.  He slowed his steps and waited to see where this was going. 

 “Dad, not now.  Can’t you let it go for today?” It must be the younger woman speaking and her voice sounded a lot like her brother’s except it was louder, and obviously more used to being heart. 

 “I want to hear this answer Isabelle,” The voice was unfamiliar and must have been the mother’s.  Magnus held his breath and waited to see if the beautiful boy would answer the question or if he would throw something in his father’s direction and storm off the way Magnus himself would have. 

 “There would be no point in trying-” The soft voice started, but was cut off almost immediately

.“No point in trying to respect this family?  No point in trying to be normal and make your life easier?”“Why haven’t you ever tried kissing a boy, Dad?” The soft voice had a bite to it now and was loud enough to carry a bit.


 “I have your drinks!” Magnus thought this would be the opportune time to interrupt the family gathering before it got out of hand.  The last thing they needed was a fight today.  He set down their drinks and took their orders with the parents each ordering the prime rib, the young woman a pasta dish, and blue eyes only having an appetizer to pick at.  Magnus figured he probably wasn’t very hungry considering the circumstances  He turned away to clean some surrounding tables before going to put their orders in.  He could still distinctly hear his customers talking amongst themselves quietly.  They were talking about the young woman in college with the father still making snide remarks.  

He was on the last table, right next to theirs, when he fully tuned into their conversation again.

“I thought they had a uniform at this place,” The mother commented and Magnus could almost feel her steely blue gaze on his back.  He washed the same place continuously as he waited to see where this was going. 

“Nothing wrong with adding a bit of flair to things,” The younger woman spoke and Magnus got the impression she was the kind used to pressing boundaries.  He could relate well. 

 “When you’re a man his age, there is something to be said.” The father said curtly.  Magnus really didn’t like this guy and thought the entire universe would be better off without him existing.  Couldn’t people just let others live their lives?

“What is so wrong with what he’s wearing?” The younger woman questioned. 

 “He’s wearing a scarf,” The man spoke as if it was something that personally offended him.  “Not to mention the belt he’s wearing I’m almost certain we saw in the women’s section the other day.”

“He’s being festive,”  Magnus stopped pretending to clean as he stood shaking slightly from rage.  He knew he should move away and go about this business before he did something incredibly stupid, but his feet were refusing to cooperate. 

 “No, Isabelle, he’s dressing like a fag.  I think I’m going to say something to management.”  The father sounded completely entitled to what he was saying and obviously had no issue with telling everyone just how personally offensive he found a sparkly belt. 

“Dad, you don’t need to do that.” Alec spoke up at last and his voice held a certain amount of hurt mixed with anger.  Magnus was falling in love with that soft voice.  “Can’t you go one meal out without complaining about something?  He isn’t making you wear the scarf.”

“Of course you would defend him!” The father snapped.  “Is that how you like your filthy faggot boyfriends?  All decked out in eyeliner and sparkly clothes like a drag queen?”

“The nicest person I’ve ever met was a drag queen!” Magnus smiled to himself and finally was able to move away to put in their order and attend to his other tables that were much less problematic.  He shortly had not a whole lot to do besides wait for their food to turn up.  He ducked into an alcove by the kitchen and leaned against the wall to check his phone.  He returned the text to Ragnor confirming their fireworks plans for later that night.  He added that he may or may not be bringing a plus one depending if he ever got blue eyes alone tonight.  Perhaps they had driven separately because both of the kids seemed to be of age.  Magnus could catch him casually in the parking lot and try not to look like a complete stalker.

With how busy they were he still had at least a ten minute wait on the prime rib meals and he wa just about to put his phone away when the flame came up on the top left of his screen to show he had a new match on Tinder.  Magnus had joined the dating app a few weeks ago out of curiosity.  So far it hadn’t really impressed him even with the great selection of New York.  This city was one of the biggest in the country, and yet Magnus felt like it was very small from time to time.  The match was nobody worth wasting his time on and he swiped over to see who was in his area.   He quickly grew bored with all the swipes to the right, but then a picture caught him by surprise.  On his screen was Alec, the boy at the table with a homophobic father.  His blue eyes were unmistakable.  He was twenty years old and lived in Brooklyn.  He had a cat and worked in school to be a physical therapist.  He liked to read and played soccer.  He only had the one picture, but Magnus knew it was him without a doubt.  He decided to quickly message him before serving their food to see if he would respond. 

   The red tint to the boy’s face when Magnus showed up at their table with food and a knowing smirk was absolutely priceless.  It was clear he had gotten his messages and he wasn’t opposed to be hit on by a member of the waitstaff.   He walked off and couldn’t resist ducking aside again to see if he had responded

I’m so sorry you have to put up with my father.  I told myself I would stop talking to him two years ago when I moved to Brooklyn but my sister begged me to come to dinner. 

 Magnus smiled and felt his heart ache at what this beautiful boy had to put up with from family.

You don’t have to apologize.  We don’t pick our family.  I’m so glad I met you in person.  Your pic is nice, but doesn’t do the real thing any kind of justice. ;)

He didn’t have to wait long before his phone vibrated again.  He took another order and cleaned a few more tables before finding time to read the message.

I don’t know what kind of contacts you’re wearing, but they are severely altering your perception of reality.  

Magnus rolled his eyes  before replying.

Darling, a blind man could likely tell how gorgeous you are just by listening to your voice.  You have any hot plans tonight?

The night was flying by and while Magnus avoided that table a bit so he wouldn’t aggravate the father further, the blue eyes never left his mind. 

 “Well, today was completely horrible.” Raphael told him as the two of them sat at a table rolling silverware.  “I mean, all holidays are kind of awful but this is the worst.  Then again, the tips have been very kind.”

“If you survive the hell you get paid well,” Magnus agreed.  “Did I tell you I might just get a date out of today?”

“Seriously?” Raphael asked with a raised eyebrow.  “How did you find time to flirt?  I could barely find time to do my job, let alone anything extra.”

“It gets even better,” Magnus whispered with a smirk as he saw Alexander’s family going up front to pay.  The boy he had his eye on was nowhere to be seen just now.  “It’s their son.”

“The homophobic ass?” Raphael asked in shock as he twisted in his chair to see the family he was talking about.  “Are you serious?  That guy has a gay son?  That poor, poor kid.  Can you imagine what he’s gone through living with that?”

“You don’t want to imagine it.” They both whirled around to see Alexander Lightwood standing next to their table. Magnus had the grace to blush a bit at having him listen to them tear apart his father.  “Hi Magnus.”

“Alexander,” Magnus folded his arms on top of the table and leaned forwards.  “What a pleasant surprise.”

“Don’t decide it’s pleasant yet.” The younger man said softly as he pulled at his long sweater sleeves.  Magnus would normally scoff at people who couldn’t even follow the simple seasonal rules of fashion, but on this boy the sweater was more endearing than anything.  “I’m pretty sure my dad said something to your boss.  I might have gotten you in a lot of trouble.  I’m sorry.

”“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Magnus sighed and then grinned at his friend across the table.  “And it certainly won’t be the last.  So, are you here to take up my offer on fireworks?”

“I was hoping to.” Alec replied as he shuffled his feet.  Magnus threw the last bundle of silverware on his pile and stood.  

“Let me get my coat and we can get out of here.  Maybe we can even hold hands in front of your father.”  Magnus bit his tongue and hoped he hadn’t pressed his luck too far.

“Sounds like  a plan to me.” The smile Alec gave him was breathtaking and Magnus was truly excited to see where this was going to go.