i was over you a long time ago

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.

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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.

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‘The X-Files’ star David Duchnovny has a new gig: touring musician
The actor and singer-songwriter performs at the Birchmere on Feb. 26.

Q: You returned to “The X-Files” last year. How was that experience, and is there talk of doing more of those?

David: We’re talking about doing more of those soon. The experience was strange at first to go back to something that I’d started, at the time, over 20 years ago, and I hadn’t done for seven or eight years. But since I had done that character for so long, it was really simple to find it again. But it was also an interesting challenge, because it was playing a guy who’s older, and maybe character doesn’t change, but we change a little bit — our energy changes as we age. Our maturity changes. So it was interesting to try to bring that to the guy.

Thank you to everyone that has sent me kind messages. I really appreciate them all and I just wanted to make a mass post about it because I don’t have the energy to reply to everyone.

I know I said yesterday would be the last update but…yesterday was really hard. In all of my life experiences I don’t think I’ve ever had such a terrible day. The news of my aunt’s passing was really hard to take in. No one expected that she would pass away. Somehow, through it all we had faith that she would recover. She just wasn’t the type of person that deserved this. She was the most caring individual I had ever met and she just didn’t deserve any of it. I’m so angry and sad all at once. It doesn’t feel real. My heart aches but my mind is constantly thinking about it all not being real. I don’t want it to be. I want to wake up tomorrow and know she’s there. That it was all a misunderstanding. For me, for her son and daughter, for my mom and the rest of her siblings, for my grandmother, for us all. It wasn’t her time and deep in my soul I ask myself if there was anything else we could possibly do.

Yesterday I received the news from my father through the phone. I could hear my mother sobbing in the background. At the time I was home alone and I just broke down. About 30 minutes later my parents were back home and my mother couldn’t even make it up the stairs alone. She was hysterical. As time went on my mother began to have a panic attack. Her whole body was trembling, her hands were getting stiff, her breathing was completely off and her crying…it was heartbreaking. She slipped in and out of consciousness as we tried to check her blood pressure while attempting to calm her down. That was only one of the three or four panic attacks she had that day. Each as terrifying as the last as she slipped in and out of consciousness for brief seconds at a time. We were close to taking her to the emergency room but were luckily able to calm her down for the rest of the day. Our family friends that came to visit and pay their condolences would trigger her attacks each time they cried.

To top that off the hospital refused to give us her body unless the family paid a huge lump sum of money, more money than any average person could possibly give. It was a huge worry for hours not knowing if we would be able to get her back. Our family had to call out to as many people as we possibly could to please help us. Everyone literally gave as much as they possibly could and luckily by around 7 pm our family was able to receive her body from the hospital.

My mother took a flight back over there and my aunt was laid to rest this afternoon. The pain we are all feeling right now is just too much. We’re all just looking in ourselves for the strength that we so desperately need.

Does anybody else remember a time, long long ago, when you could just enjoy things?

You could watch a movie and just appreciate it instead of over analyzing every single scene to make sure there’s nothing remotely offensive about it.

You could have a favorite character and just like them and appreciate how great they were written and portrayed, without being told you’re terrible because they’re a villain. Even though they’re FICTIONAL and most likely were deliberately written to be likable. (Even if they were written as an evil character, I still think you have a right to like them, but maybe that’s just me)

You could love and be a fan of the actors without having to go full on FBI agent, looking into their backgrounds to make sure they are 100% perfect and had never made a mistake ever.

You could post about said actor without some busybody little fandom cop, slithering into your inbox to tell you(all too happily) that your fave is “problematic” (god, I fucking hate that word), and you’re disgusting if you still like them.

I’m in my 30’s so I remember those good ole days and it’s kind of sad to know, that most of you will never truly know how great that was. That’s a time long since forgotten. Bummer.

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Very late, but I wanted to get this dang thing finally over and done with ;A; For Day 4 of Voltron Week: Day Off/Vacation. The Paladins have some time off so Allura starts teaching them one of her favorite Altean pastimes: dancing! 

Meanwhile Coran… the little princess he took care of is not so little any more, and all these Altean dances bring back memories and it really hits them both that they are the last to pass on their traditions to others…sorry my thoughts got a bit heavy– also! First time drawing Coran!! 

I think I’ve finally lost it. Actually, I probably lost it a long time ago; I knew you could never want me, but for you to point blank tell me you want her. I lost it. I cried and screamed and shut everyone out. And over what? A stupid crush? Me thinking we could actually have something? Believing you when you told me that I’d find love with someone and me thinking it could be you? I lost it. And now I’m broken and hurting, and this is the one time I can’t ask you to pick me back up.
—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #1189
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i’m like 110%  sure i’ve used that gif before but whatever - also this is rly good like read it you won’t regret it lmao, i’m begging 

Series: Paid to be Popular - The Purpose of Love - Bittersweet Generation

Requested: no, but i had a convo w @calumofficials a very long time ago about college!ashton lmao

Pairing: Art major!Ashton x Y/N

Description: When Y/N looks over the cute and curly-haired art major’s shoulder, she realises who he has been drawing for a long period of time; her.

It had become a normal thing for Ashton just to sit outside on the grass with a sandwich by his side and his sketchbook in his lap as he leant up against that one bench and then he would just draw whatever or whoever crossed his road. Sometimes it would be a gloomy flower in front of him, other times it would be scenarios or a person with a crazy hairdo just walking past. This had become a habit. After lunch, he would just sit down on the grass, not on the bench, but on the grass. Normally, he would take his lunch with him, maybe even some music occasionally. Drawing everything that he could think of.

This day was no different. He sat with his brown, round glasses on the bridge of his nose, the curls laying perfectly messy on his head, and his tongue sticking out as he focused on the current drawing. A girl. The girl he had slowly become more attracted to. He didn’t know her. All he knew was that after lunch she would be sitting with her friends on the lawn, the exact same time Ashton was.

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Long chaptered fics with delicious slow burn and world building. 

Last updated 4/2/2017.

Fics over 50k words.

Just before the events of Iron Man, a baby is left on Tony’s doorstep. He wants nothing to do with it at first, but his time in Afghanistan changes his mind and Tony vows to become a better man for his son’s sake.

Six years ago, without the Avengers Initiative there to save the day, scientist Dr. Eric Selvig sacrificed himself to save the world, the almighty demi-god Thor was lost to a terrible storm, and vigilante Iron Man – spotted with a nuclear weapon trying to take advantage of the situation – was forever labelled an enemy of SHIELD.

This is a comic book office AU, where Steve is defrosted a year too late, Thor has forgotten who he is, and no one knows Tony is Iron Man.

Also includes: office pranks, inappropriate post-it notes, and superheroes who like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain

Steven Rogers never wanted to be king, but he knows his duty, and he does it well. Lord Tony Stark, the king’s appointed consort, does his duty as well, even though he’d enjoy his duty more if it actually involved sleeping with the king. As it doesn’t, he’s just resigned. The war that made Steve king and cost him nearly everything may be over, but a meeting of old enemies might stir up some ghosts none of them are prepared for.

Steve Rogers has plenty of friends. He just doesn’t know two of them are the same man.

That’s just how Tony Stark/Iron Man likes it. Until he comes to regret it.

And Tony realizes that working out who the Winter Soldier used to be and who he is now are two entirely different things.

Soulmates have their first words to each other written on their wrists. This should make it easy. For Steve and Tony, it is anything but. Steve’s problem is that the future he has awoken into is nothing he was ever expecting: he has a soulmate now. Who might be a robot. And if his soulmate is Iron Man, how can he be so attracted to Tony Stark? It should be impossible. Tony’s problem is that he is Iron Man, his soulmate is a man whom he in no way deserves, and he is going to fight everything in his heart and do his best to make sure Steve never, ever finds out the whole truth.

A visit from a Reed Richards from a parallel world convinces Tony and Steve that they must do whatever they can to prevent their world from falling into Civil War. They can save the world…but at what cost to themselves?

After a tragic accident, Steve is given a chance to go back in time and deliver a warning to Tony in the hope of avoiding their fate. Something’s gone wrong, though, because this is not his world he’s ended up in. And that is definitely not his Tony who’s planning to delete his own brain.

Sometimes your second chance isn’t at all what you were expecting.

Where Steve doesn’t quite die, ends up stranded in the multiverse and would quite like to know how the hell so many versions of himself ended up sleeping with Tony Stark. Well, that’s going to make things a tad awkward when he gets home.

Age of Ultron-based, but not entirely canon compliant. Written for the 2013 Cap-Iron Man Reverse Big Bang. Ultron has attacked, obliterating most of the world’s superheroes and resistance in a matter of hours. The remaining heroes band together and share what strength they have to get through it, to survive, and defeat Ultron once and for all. Steve Rogers grieves in the wake of the disaster and the heroes’ defeat, and no one knows if he will be able to provide the leadership they need–but Tony Stark isn’t about to let him slip away that easily.

When Tony and Steve’s son from the future, Jake Jensen, arrives at Avenger’s Tower, the two of them are forced to confront some hard truths: Tony that he might not actually become a horrible father, and Steve that he might not be able to set aside his discomfort with sharing a child with another man. When they both get a second chance at a first try at fatherhood, it’s up to the two of them to learn from their own future’s past.

Tony Stark spent his childhood making weapons, filling the hole his father left in the world when he succumbed to alcohol, grief, and his own demons. At the age of fifteen, he ran away from home, and made it as far as MIT before all of his responsibilities caught up to him. Now seventeen, he just wants to finish his degree and escape from everything connected to the Stark name.

Steve Rogers crashed into the icy North Atlantic in the 1940’s, sacrificing himself to save the world. He never expected to wake up, and now that he has, he’s not sure he’s glad. The US Army has other plans for him, but for now, Steve is slowly learning to live life in the 21st century, and taking classes at Boston College. He’s beginning to suspect that there is no escape.

Boston College is on the T’s Green Line. MIT is on the Red. The two lines meet at the Park Street Station, and so will Steve and Tony.

Tony goes to see Wanda, and suddenly Steve is alive and there are Skrulls! Or maybe Tony is just going crazy. Nothing happens in this fic, until the very end. Seriously. There’s a lot of talking, mostly at inopportune moments, Tony’s views on the acceptable gifts to give people are slightly different from everyone else’s and he spends more time than would seem necessary being (half-)naked. What else is new?

When Captain Steve Rogers wakes from an injury-induced coma, a lot has changed in the battle against the Kaiju. There are new Jaegers with new pilots, new advances in the study of the beasts, even new rules in the Shatterdome. It’s starting to seem like they’re finally ready to defeat the monsters once and for all, but first Steve must learn to get along with his new team of pilots. Especially the troublesome Tony Stark, who’s proving to be harder to deal with than the Kaiju problem itself.

A story of recovery. In a world without superheroes, Tony Stark, the disinherited son of a billionaire, goes to Afghanistan as an embedded media star, only to be held hostage for months until he’s rescued. During his recovery, his therapist Doctor Bruce Banner prescribes an unusual treatment; volunteer work at a rehab center. He meets an eclectic assembled group including a vet who thinks he’s Thor, a physical therapist who might be a spy, and an all American hero, Steve Rogers. It is Steve Rogers, the soldier in a coma, who captures his interest and, eventually, his heart.

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A series rewriting MCU verse, beginning with an alternate version of Iron Man 2, in which, instead of Natasha, Steve got assigned to help Tony while the genius was slowly dying of Palladium poisoning. Continues there in unfolding Steve’s and Tony’s journey through acceptance, trust, and eventually love.

Steve takes things like personal responsibility and respect seriously. Tony’s got people he pays to take care of that kind of thing, and anyway, he’s pretty sure that he’s going to die of some exotic disease in his workshop, because Dummy’s still a little spotty about what is ‘clean’ enough to put on an open wound. The rest of the Avengers are in this for personal gain, except for Clint, he just enjoys being a dick.And some things shouldn’t be a chore.

Tony Stark is Iron Man.

Before that, he was an man with bigger heart than brain. Before that, he was an asshole with a bigger mouth than sense. And before that, he was was a scared little boy. Not that it matters. Stark’s always have had iron in their backbone.

Tony has been held by Stane since his escape from Afghani terrorists, marked dead in the eyes of the world while Stane is free to use his mind, inventions, and company as he sees fit. Tony feels there’s nothing he can do and has resigned himself to death to save those he loves. That would be when JARVIS lets Captain America stumble into his old lab.

Steve has been wandering Avengers Mansion in the steps of a ghost, seeing empty spaces, and recurring oddities that mean nothing to anyone but him. He doesn’t know who left them, or why the ghost lingers. It isn’t even until he enters a dusty lab that things start to fall into place as he meets Anthony, a computer program named for its creator Anthony Stark.

There were days when the realization that he was someone’s father made Steve’s head hurt, but mostly he was grateful that he could trust his instincts, because apparently Peter was what had been missing from his life. Yes, he still had lingering, unresolved issues from his time in the Army, and sure, he had what Bucky annoyingly referred to as a criminally untapped ass, and no life outside of work and Peter, but Steve was okay with how his life had turned out because of trusting his instincts.

Unfortunately, those same instincts had straight up betrayed him by going absolutely haywire upon being exposed to Tony Stark.

Tony is a King with a surprising number of people out to kill him. Steve and the rest of the Avengers are fighting for Pierce’s rebellion and end up with Tony as their prisoner. Oops.

Basically one of those bodice-ripping romance novels I don’t read (ahem) but with far more gay.

A story of revolution.Captain Steve Rogers is just trying to pay off his debt to SHIELD, carting cargo from the Rim worlds to the Inner Belts in his bucket of bolts ship, the Howling Commando. He keeps a low profile and makes sure his crew is safe and happy. But the universe has a different plan for the once highly decorated Captain of the Honor Guard. The universe drops a Courtesan by the name of Tony Stark into his life. The Captain doesn’t like it, but Bucky convinces him that providing transport to the most elusive Courtesan in the Guild could be their ticket to freedom. His crew from the engineer with anger management issues to the pilot who may be a beautiful but deadly assassin wants him to take the commission. What ends up being a simple commission puts his crew in jeopardy and could change all of humanity, because the Courtesan is not really just a pretty face and the Captain of the Honor Guard can fall in love far too easily with a man of conviction - and Tony Stark is a man of conviction.

  • Newborn series by Ilerre | M | 109k | infidelity, body modification, read all warnings

It all started when they stopped trusting each other.

“Billionaire, genius, engineer, philanthropist, submissive.  Yeah, submissive.  Any questions?”

OR

Yet another BDSM-AU.  

So Jarvis is the one who pulls her up onto her feet, presses a tool into one hand and a book into the other and tells her to create. Tells her that if the numbers and the shapes and images in her mind hurt so bad then she should build them, should give them form so that they can finally leave her alone.

Jarvis is the one who finally teaches her how to breathe.

Or

Toni Stark grows up with the tale of Icarus swirling in the back of her mind. Instead of taking it as a precautionary tale about hubris and overreaching she decides it’s more about the limitations of wax.

Years later when she builds herself wings of her own she makes sure to build them out of better material.

He’s The Captain?

This was not good. This was so not good.

There were theories of course, of what The Captain would look like. Most followed the typical Hollywoodesque belief that he was some version of the Godfather, sitting in a dark room with a cigar, commanding his forces with a flick of his wrist. There were even some that even thought that The Captain was not one person, but a whole network of people with eyes and ears everywhere.

The blonde Adonis in front of him was definitely not what Tony was expecting.

Of course, in the end it didn’t matter.

There was a reason no one knew what The Captain looked like.

Because anyone who saw his face never lived to tell the tale.

  • Sins of Omission by Kiyaar | E | 155k - WIP | dark, torture, skrulls (be warned: this hasn’t been updated since 2013)

A Post-Civil War, Pre-Secret Invasion AU where Steve is dead, Tony’s a mess, and everything sucks.

In which Tony deals poorly with Steve’s death, falls off the wagon, sees ghosts, and misses a lot.

Oh, and the Skrulls are about to invade.

When an experiment goes awry, Tony thinks he may have found an answer to his problems and Steve faces something he’s been avoiding for a very long time.

Two men. Two worlds. Life during wartime. 

When Tony was a prince and Steve was his manservant, they were young and reckless and hopelessly in love. But an attack on Tony’s life convinces Steve that he can’t protect Tony, so he leaves in the dead of night to train until he can. Ten years later, Steve returns to the kingdom a strong and able knight, but his king is both furious and broken-hearted. 

Tony is no stranger to paternity claims from his female conquests, there’s a system in place for them. But when one of the tests actually comes back positive, he makes a rash decision to not tell anyone about it, not even Pepper Potts. All Mary Parker wants is for Tony to spend a little time with their son. Tony has a lot to think about in his life now, how he wants to run his company, how his life is going to change with the arc reactor, and what he’s going to do about his son, Peter. Then, the Avengers Initiative pops up, and in waltzes his childhood hero, and enemy, Captain America.

The adventures of Tony as a mutant; how he learned to accept himself and his subsequent growth into his own. Hijinks ensue.


WOAH VANDERWOOD I didn’t add him because i did sevens route so so long ago i don’t really remember him that well whoops

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Zen:

- he had just done / amazing / on his recent big show, he got you front row seats and you’ve never been prouder of your boyfriend.

- when the show was over you met him backstage, he had a bunch of roses in his hand that was given to him by the director.

- when you hugged him he swung you around a few times and held you tight, he set you down and placed the roses in your hands, you tried to refuse since they were for him but he wouldn’t let you.

- he told you he was giving it to you since you’ve been supporting him all the way, you were his angel and deserved them more than he did.

- it was so sweet and genuine you couldn’t help but laugh a little out of disbelief and tell him that you loved him for the first time.

- he instantly is grinning and pulls you in for a big passionate kiss

- it lasts super long and you’re so flustered because so many people are here!!

- he doesn’t care though

- you guys do that cute little forehead touch and you’re both panting

- he says I love you too and kisses you again.

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anonymous asked:

What do you think of Mary's look of realization when Cas said "the things we shared, that changes me."

My first instinct was to cackle to myself, not going to lie :P 

Cas does seem to turn to look at Dean for that whole announcement, and Mary does seem to then look wonderingly around at Dean about it all… For the sake of fan fic, signal boost the crap out of her look here because that’s the Moment. :P

Wait I was going to try and come up with the serious answer but I just remembered the Winchester Gospels meta I wrote a long time ago which concluded that if you only had Chuck’s books to go on, you basically had no choice but to accept that Dean and Cas were banging because of Cas becoming human-er over season 5… And… Cas has been getting steadily more and more human since season 9 when he last tried to be an angel…

There is only one explanation for why Cas has changed.

No, but seriously, I guess that amount of wonder is worth it because she’s the newest character to grapple with the concept of angels by MILES and she BELIEVED in them, and Cas as she’s experienced him has been a bit of a mess but he’s been THEIR hot mess, and this part of the speech isn’t really for her at all, she’s witnessing the history Cas has with them, the awe that she can’t even imagine how old he is but he says the best part of his life was with them… Whatever she knows about Dean and Cas (and I’d bet a very bare bones version of the story at BEST would be on offer, and more likely Cas as weird incidental references except for random moments where he becomes totally central to their story because Dean is so WEIRD about talking about him, and, well, Mary and Sam don’t talk >.>) I don’t think Mary really got the enormity of it even with him hanging out and helping? In a way it’s just because it was too much information to absorb - welcome to the future we have an angel helping us with everything - does she even know it’s weird to them too? Or at least, she’s walked into the middle of their drama? I don’t think until 12x03 she even realised Cas HAD drama and her own was too much to really let it sink in about Cas saying he didn’t feel he belonged… Somewhere along the way he’s gone from “Castiel” to “Cas” and she’s getting a better grasp on him, but this is still a LOT to hear. And DEAN. Did all this. to an ANGEL. 

Wow.

Which makes you want to believe in Destiel from the complete other end of this because she SEES how huge this is all of a sudden, and WE know how much of that history is Dean and Cas, and their very, very personal, romantic drama…

i’m a nice person until you insult sam winchester

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Waterton Lakes National Park & Montana | instagram | flickr | prints - Two weeks ago over the long weekend, I had the opportunity to see Southern Alberta for the first time and I was blown away. We also took the chance to go across the border into Montana for the evening, and Glacier National Park is now on my list of places to go. We didn’t actually go into the park at all because the border actually closes at 10pm every night, so we didn’t want to be stuck in the states for the night.

The photos seriously do not do this area of the world justice, if you have the chance, please see it for yourself!

Shattered Glass. [A Faded Epilogue]

A/N;This series has been my baby. I thought it had finished long ago but the story took on a life of it’s own. It’s time to close the book and bid a due to the story that started me down this path of writing. Thank you all so much for your kind words and encouragement over the course of 2016. I wish you all the happiness in the world and thank you. I love you all. xoxox Lau

Pairing: StilesxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Request: Yes. 

Warnings: Smut.

Word count:  6,346

Part one.   Part two.   Part three.  Part four.  Part five.   Part six.  Part seven.  Part eight.  Part nine. 

Based on this song and this one

Originally posted by carmenr99

If you’ve ever lost someone everyone will tell you that it gets better. That it will pass. You wanted to find anyone who had ever said that to anyone. You wanted to scream in their face that the hurt doesn’t fade, it doesn’t just disappear like it never happened. It’s like a wound that you can’t treat, the darkness gets inside it and it festers and you can feel it throb everyday. Now imagine that you had lost a lot, lost your friends, your family, your life. You lost yourself, now try and get the strength to go through that everyday whilst you can watch everybody around not even notice.  

If a girl screams behind glass can anybody hear her?  

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anonymous asked:

Can you write a supercat and sanvers fic about the Danvers sisters both introducing their girlfriends to each other and to each other's girlfriends?

“Well,” Alex took a deep breath, forcing a smile. “This is a really nice restaurant.”

She tried not to let her eyes glaze over as she read the menu, kicking Maggie under the table at the astronomical prices.

“Cat brought me here a long time ago,” Kara blushed. “Before we started dating. It’s my favorite place.”

“Really?” Alex scoffed. “That’s news to me. Since when are you a fan of ‘foie gras and gooseberry jam on toast?’”

“Since I realized there’s more to life than take out,” Kara glared cheerfully.

“Not that we’ve eliminated pizza and potstickers from our diets completely,” Cat interjected. “Or cheeseburgers for that matter.”

“It’s a little hard to imagine you liking any of those things,” Alex bristled.

“Is it?” Cat smirked, maintaining her promise to take the high road as best she could. “Well, Agent Danvers, there’s plenty you don’t know about me. Yet.”

“So,” Maggie chimed in, grabbing Alex’s hand, plopping it down on the table as she flashed her brightest, most conciliatory smile. “How are things over at chez Grant? Still in the honeymoon phase?”

“I think so,” Kara beamed, nuzzling a little against Cat’s shoulder.

“So awesome,” the detective continued. “You know, I might be setting myself up to sleep on the couch for saying this, but…I think you two are way hot together.”

Maggie,” Alex groaned.

“Thanks,” Kara laughed, hiding behind her menu. “That means a lot, honestly.”

“Yes,” Cat mused, sipping her wine. “And it isn’t untrue.”

“Seriously,” Maggie gushed. “To be honest, I’ve had a crush on you since your primetime TV days. I know that’s like, way dorky to say, but…you’re kind of an inspiration.”

Awkward,” Alex hummed, tapping her foot as she stared up at the ceiling.

“What?” Maggie threw up her hands. “Every lesbian I’ve ever known has had a crush on Cat Grant. It’s no secret.”

“I didn’t,” Alex confirmed.

“Well, maybe that’s because you were buried so deep in the closet you were in danger of getting stuck back there,” she joked.

“Hey,” the redhead warned. “Not funny.”

“It’s kind of funny,” Kara giggled.

“Sorry,” Maggie apologized to Cat. “I didn’t mean to make it weird.”

“Oh please,” the older woman brushed her off. “I’m flattered, though had I known such a fan club existed, perhaps I would have made a bigger splash of coming out myself. I could have bumped Ellen Degeneres off her gay throne.”

“How are you not a fan of Ellen?” Kara almost choked.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t,” Cat clarified. “But I’m never one to shy away from healthy competition.”

She cast a playful glare at Alex, who was sitting back in her chair, doing her best to look like she wasn’t sulking.

“Ladies,” the waiter approached. “Are we ready to order?”

“I think I need a minute,” Maggie confessed.

“That’s fine,” he turned towards the other side of the table. “Why don’t we let mom go first?”

All the sound felt like it had been sucked from the room. Each of them froze. The silence seemed to go on for minutes, light years, ticking away painfully. Alex watched her sister, cheeks aflame as she gently wrapped her fingers around Cat’s wrist, tracing them there supportively.

“Actually,” Alex cleared her throat. “Her girlfriend isn’t ready, so if you could give us a few minutes that would be great.”

“Oh,” he started. “Um…yes, I…sorry. I’ll just…be back.”

They all watched as he shuffled away, tail between his legs. No one spoke again for some time, the silence threatening to swallow up the table right in front of them.

“Fuck that guy,” Maggie finally breathed.

“He’s new,” Cat sighed, waving off the remark. “Clearly he won’t last. The service here is typically impeccable.”

“I’m so sorry you have to deal with that,” Maggie looked back and forth between them sweetly. “Has it…I mean…”

“A few times,” Kara shared. “We try to laugh about it, honestly, it’s just…people and their assumptions…”

“It’s bullshit,” Alex cut in, eyes falling once again to Cat as she swallowed. “I’m sorry, too.”

“No need,” Cat sat up straighter, the corners of her lips betraying just how thankful she was for the elder Danvers sister coming to her defense. “Though I do think we should order another bottle of wine, don’t you?”

“Definitely,” Alex agreed.

Kara couldn’t help but smile, sharing a look with Maggie, whose dimples were in full bloom. She planted a quick kiss on Alex’s cheek before returning her attention to the menu.

Phil Lester: Marriage Proposal Expert

Summary: Phil has been trying for months to propose to Dan, and each attempt has failed spectacularly.

Or the five times Phil tried to propose and the one time Dan did.

Words: 6,075

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A/N: I’ve been working on this for the last few days instead of studying for my upcoming exams so I hope you guys like it. It’s over 6,000 words! I can’t even remember the last time I wrote a oneshot this long.


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Phil had everything planned, to the last bit. All the candles were lit, dinner was done and ready to be served and the ring was in his jeans’ pocket. All that was left was for Dan to get back home from the shopping Phil had sent him to do while he had prepared everything.

He had been planning for this moment for the past month and had bought the ring five months ago. If it had been up to him, Phil would have proposed the second he got the ring. It just had never seemed like the right time. Life had been so crazy for them for the past year and a half and it never seemed like they had the time for much else.

Now that it seemed as if they were finally getting a very well deserved break, Phil had finally decided that there was no better time than this to finally ask Dan to marry him. It took him a month to decide and plan everything because he wanted it all to be perfect. It was not everyday that you got to ask your boyfriend of seven years to marry you and Phil would have nothing ruin the moment.

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“Thanks for never letting go. No matter how hard I tried to run...”

Atop of the warehouse, sat two beautiful silhouettes that were fiercely woven with strength and pure animalistic silence. They sat next to one another, shoulder to shoulder, in comfortable silence as they watched another sunset across the sky’s canvas. A quiet breeze drifted through the stifling air, neither of them moved an inch. Not even a centimeter. They weren’t doing anything important. They weren’t fighting over plans or what the blonde female would be doing when the silver haired man was asleep. In her - their bed.

Aelin Ashryver-Galathynius. Queen of Terrasen. Fireheart. Carranam. Half Fae and half human. Fire-breathing bitch queen.

Her blonde locks had grown after weeks of coming back from Wendlyn, there was no more cheap dye at the tips like it was when the silver haired man next to her came to Rifthold for the first time. She was wearing a light grass green tunic that was lined with silver on the cuffs, collar, and the rim of the cloth. Her bottoms were a comforting black, fit and loose all at the same time. Her boots were nowhere in sight as they were in her apartment, she was sitting there, shoeless. Her legs crossed and her back slightly slouched in comfort of not being anything she wasn’t. Her eyes were a beautiful turquoise that had a ring of gold near her irises. The color had been passed down the Ashryver family and she was a match with her similarly handsome cousin. She was considerably thin, but better than when he had first met her. Her past occupation was behind her, she was no longer owned and trapped by Arobynn Hamel. The former King of Assassins, who was now dead and underground. Probably in hell.

Rowan Whitethorn. Fae Prince. Prince of Doranelle. Fae Warrior. Carranm. Full Fae. Hawk.

His silver hair was cut, no longer the length it was in Wendlyn. A shame, a pure shame. His green eyes were always as alluring as they were, striking and they sucked the oxygen out of her body. The sun seemed to have glowed against his tanned skin, it added the brush of emphasis of his muscles. His tunic was similar to his queen’s, except it was a dark pine green color and lined with silver. His pants were also similar to his queen’s except his was more of a warrior’s style than a civilian’s. He was also shoeless, when they had entered the apartment and pulled on a change of clothes, they decided that seeing the sunset was better than being in a stuffy room with things to think about.

It was still silent between the queen and her carranam. There was nothing to brood over in the silence, but memories flitted through her mind like a movie. Memories of Wendlyn with the Fae next to her. The last moment in Doranelle, in Maeve’s throne room. She doubted anyone in that room would forget her existence. Forget what had happened. Rowan was held down by the twins of his cadre, his tunic was then ripped from his body by Lorcan and then his back was whipped by Gavriel, his queen’s uncle. Her body was trembling, eyes widened and her breath was unsteady. Ragged. Then, she bursted into flames - no, more like the kingdom had bursted into flames that day. Nothing burned under her fire, rather the only things that were affected by her flames were the edges of Maeve’s dress and the rivers evaporating.

He was more in awe with the girl - the woman - he had trained for mere months to become so beautiful in those moments. Secret thoughts that were only his. His heart had vigorously drummed in his chest in that single moment, nearly afraid what his aunt would do to the fire-bringer. His Fireheart. His carranam. His fear was all for naught. His Fireheart had stood up to Maeve, mocked her, taunted her, and nearly brought her to her knees. The Queen of Terrasen made the Queen of Doranelle tremble, beg for a simple ring, a ring from her former lover, and made her break the blood oath that connected her to him.

The girl he first started training had changed before his very eyes in the midst of everything. She had become a woman whom he respected and sought to protect with all his being. His animalistic instincts insisted on it to be true. When Maeve had released the blood oath, the pressuring bond between them, he had rushed to bring the woman into his arms. Whispering into her ears before going down on his knees and kissed her wrist, only to have her pull back in panic and shock. He had talked her into it and swore allegiance to her. Swore to her through a blood oath. They were then kicked out of Doranelle, to which they were pleased to know, and they left, nearly laughing in freedom.

The only proof she held from Wendlyn was not only her maturity, but the tattoo that outlined those three jagged scars on her back. She had asked Rowan to write down her story there, where the scars on her flesh gave slithering proof of her suffering. He obeyed and tattooed the sacrifices, the memory, and the silence onto her flesh in those ancient words. The same ancient lettering that significantly glazed against his left temple, down his face, against his neck, and down his arm. The same way the words on his skin told his story, she gave her own.

She let out a soft chuckle as the sky began to darken while the sun silently hid behind the mountains. Everything had been so tiring and she finally had a small bit of silence from all the suffocation. She finally had a moment to breathe with her carranam, with the confusing, territorial male fae. She glanced over at him to see that he was staring at her incredulously.

“What are you laughing about?” He asked, his deep, accented voice rumbled in his chest.

That pure, unnerving strength that took her breath away while it gave her that silent mercy of oxygen. “Nothing,” She sang.

His eyes narrowed, assessing her, observing her, and soon lightened. The shine in his eyes was a clear sign of relief, he found no harm or injury on her at all since everything had happened. “Are you remembering something?”

She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep herself from laughing, the large warrior fae had his head tilted to the side as he questioned her. Curiosity filled his eyes and the innocence was enough to think he wasn’t even a warrior to begin with. She looked away and smiled widely, she could still feel his stare as he waited patiently for her answer.

“Yes.” She answered bluntly after clearing her throat.

“Of what?” He lightly pushed, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“The last moment in Maeve’s throne room, do you remember?” She asked, making conversation as she stared up towards the sky, the stars were out, but not as brightly as she wanted them to be. She missed the night sky when she was in Wendlyn.

He chuckled quietly to himself. “You mean when you bursted the whole place into flames?”

“I had a reason.” She exclaims, looking at the beautiful fae prince.

He nods with a smile, his eyes alight as he knew the reason behind her outburst that day. She got angry for him. His heart soared that day, it was broken, but it soared when he knew she cared for him. “Yes,” he said in a near whisper, “I know you did and you still do.”

She had straightened slightly at his gaze, his eyes had lit up a burning fire in her heart and soul. He was the only one that knew, knew her from the inside out. He knew the burden and pain she carried on her shoulders and without a doubt, he’d helped her back up as many times as it took. They both knew they would do it for each other, no matter the risk or the cost. That unfathomable trust that ran so deep within their veins welled up to the point of overflowing.

“I thank you for that, for having her release her hold on me. For giving me the freedom I never had until now,” he turned to her, his body straight and respectful as he bowed his head to her in the position he was in. “I thank you over a thousand stars.” He says, his voice nearly a whisper, nearly inaudible.

She kept silent, waiting for him to raise his head, waiting for him to look up and give her a smile. She rose up, her knees sat against the solid surface of the rooftop. She edged closer to him and soon had his face in the palms of her hands, she tilted his face up to look up at her, to gaze into her eyes as she gave him a wry smile. She shook her head and leaned her forehead against his, the warm touch and action caused him to suck in a breath. Her eyes were closed, her long lashes brushed against her cheeks. Beautiful. That’s what he thought as the peeking moonlight grazed her face in clear illumination.

“No, I should thank you.” She rasps out as she opens her heart to him once more. To still look strong and not weak.

“Why?”

She opened her eyes and looked into his green orbs, a smile painted on her face in the faintest way. “Thank you. For never letting me go.” She whispers. “No matter how hard I tried to run.”

He knew exactly what she was talking about. He’d been by her side in Wendlyn, she had ran and nearly died because of those damned skinwalkers. She nearly died, because of the realization of hers. She thought that training with him was a waste of time and couldn’t protect her friend, her precious friend who had died. She ran once - nearly twice. They had hurt each other with words that would salten up their wounds that were not healed. Wounds that would remain open, new and salted at recognition of what they had lost.

She ran to the lake, sat next to a looming tree that was her support as she cried. Gods, she was a beautiful woman, but was foul looking with a tear stained face, her nose running, eyes a deep shade of red, and her nose and cheeks were blotch like crimson tomatoes. He nearly grimaced when she had looked up at him, but then again, it was another side he saw of her. Vulnerable. Fragile. Special. He had pissed her off after she had saved Luca from near death of a one-eyed fish creature thing. The fight they had was quite a memorable one.

He let out a very protective and intimate growl, “No matter how hard or how far you run, I will always be there. Even if you don’t want me to, I’ll be there, waiting for you to come back. I’ll always be waiting.” He whispered as he placed his hands over her own.

He let out his inner feelings, but none of that mattered. Not when he had already let loose everything inside him. He had already revealed how he missed her so when she was aboard that wretched ship and took off, across the sea. Far away from his reach. He knew relief rushed through his veins when he actually came to Adarlan, he was finally going to see his queen. He was going to see the person he missed the most. Yet, when he got off that ship, his body was like lead, heavy, suffocating, and just damned impossible to work with.

He wasted days to rest, to piece himself back together. He wasted those days where he could’ve found her already and had her in his arms. Yet, the wait was worth it. He had found her scent, covered his own and followed it. He followed it and found her at a bar with two others, one was a human and the other was half fae. Just like his beautiful queen. He could hear her sob that she contained in her throat, the first step she took forward before she rushed to him, into his arms. Her weight would’ve pushed a regular human male onto his ass, but he stayed upright on his two feet. His arms cocooned around her and held her close to his chest. Into the space that was meant for her the moment they met again. The space was filled and he could breathe in her scent. The scent he had missed all those weeks, perhaps even a month had passed. While they were separated, he had felt irritated and impatient. He continued to wonder when she was to call for him.

He watched her tremble, her shoulders shaking as her body racked up with small sobs that she attempted to contain. His long arms reached for her, wrapped around her waist as he pulled her closer to his chest. She sat on his lap and trembled, quietly forcing herself to stop her wretched sobs. When she did stop, she sat there, in his lap and stared off into the night sky.

“The sky,” she murmured under her breath, “it’s dim and not pretty.”

“What does the sky look like in Terrasen?” He asked quietly, his voice rumbling in his chest.

“Just like Wendlyn. Vast, spacious, filled with stars.” She paused and leaned her head against his shoulder, “I want all of this to be over. I want it all to be over.”

He stayed quiet, listening to her clarification of her want. Her need. “I’ll be here when it all ends. I’ll be next to you when it does.”

She looked up, staring into those green orbs that lit fires in her core without her say so. “To whatever end.” She whispers in secret.

He smiled and whispered, “To whatever end.”