Speaking from experience, I can tell you that Jack Zimmermann, who grew up chubby and awkward and strange-looking, will now sometimes catch a glimpse of his reflection and not recognize himself. And in those little jarring moments he’ll see his dad, not how he is now, but how he looked when Jack was still growing up.


Hey guys! So you know I’m fairly new to the community, and I really want to make something special for Mark’s birthday.

Mark, in your interpretation, as a hero.

Because we know he is one, in different ways. To many people, he is a hero. He had made people laugh. He had made people smile again. He made days better. He helped people make friends. He helped in so many things.

And for his birthday, I want him to know how much of a hero he really is.

Today is June 17. As of this moment, he has 17 million subscribers, 17 million people he calls as his heroes. If you see that shirt sleeve with hearts? He calls you as a hero. He’s a hero too. He’s the leader of this wonderful community, and

I want to see all of your interpretations of him as a hero too.

Draw him in your own interpretation of his suit/costume. Write about the superhero Mark, or that Mark who saved you from his daily videos. Crop him or photoshop him as your favorite hero, Marvel or DC, or even other comics. Make gifs or animations. Quotes that he has said, pictures of him, so much can be done! Just show him as your hero.

And I want to see all of them, so tag it in #MarkIsAHero! It’d be awesome to show him for his birthday!

(If anyone is on-board with me, we could also do a “T minus 10 days” series of whatever-you-want for the birthday guy, where we countdown to his birthday ‘Blast off to space’ kind of style.)


so free up the cheaper seats
here comes a greek tragedy

FightClubChat—- 17:33

Magnus: T-Minus 3 days, boys

and then it’s cabin time. 

Mahdi: How long are we staying again? A week? fuck i haven’t even packed yet

Even: neither have we.

Jonas: you mean neither have you… packed for both of you ;)

Isak: excuse me?

what’s the supposed to mean?

Even: :)

Jonas: it means you are spoiled and blessed to have Even put up with you


Mahdi: should i bring swim trunks? And a bong? And weed?

Isak: SPOILED???

Magnus: and i can’t bring vilde?


Jonas: yes to all of Mahdi, no to all of Magnus.

Isak you are the most spoiled. but its okay we love you anyway

Even: ^^^

Isak: Even??!??!?!

Even: I went down on you for two hours last night. and then you made me go out and buy McDonald’s



Magnus: ayee

Isak: huh.


Summary:   Jack hates conventions – the crowds, the noise, the forced socialization, but it’s a work thing that must be done. Enter Samwell Hockey Player, Eric Bittle, who attends the convention with a group of friends. Suddenly things begin to look up. Jack and Bitty meet at Falcs Fest. Flirting, shenanigans, and love ensue. 

“Jack, I realize it’s not how you want to spend your weekend,” George said then paused to take a long sip of coffee. “But it is what it is, and everyone has to do it.” She smiled and added, “So suck it up, mister.”

Jack frowned, “Fine. Fine. Everyone else has to attend, too, right? Everyone?”

George leaned back in her chair and nodded, “Yes. Tater, Thirdy, Guy, Marty, Snowy, Poots – everyone. Misery loves company, after all.”

Jack huffed petulantly.

“I’m kidding!” George said with a laugh, “Come on. The Hawks are always bragging about their convention, so we have to make our inaugural one fantastic and have everyone there.”

Jack shrugged and took a pen from George’s desk, he twirled it absentmindedly in his fingers.

“Jack, it’ll be fine, and guess what? You might actually enjoy it. An entire weekend surrounded by adoring fans, eating anything you want, being handed people’s babies, dancing and whatnot?”

Jack got up and pushed his chair in. “Thanks, George.”

George smiled, then took her attention back to her computer, as Jack loomed in her office doorway.

“Yes, Jack?” She asked as she wrote something in an appointment book.

“Do we have to stay at the hotel, too?”

“Up to you, Jack. Do you feel like driving home back and forth early in the morning and late at night? Most of the guys are making a weekend of it and staying there. There’ll be team brunches every morning. We still have a couple rooms available in the block we reserved, so you can stay there if you want.”

Jack frowned again.

George paused and looked at him, “A little fun won’t kill you, Zimmermann.”

Jack nodded, attempted a meager smile and exited George’s office.

“Oh, and Jack?”


"Can I have my pen back?”

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A Matter of Time

Originally posted by yourboi-steverogers-imagines

Summary: (Soulmate Timer AU) Steve awoke with a start. A baseball game was playing softly on the radio. He sat up, incredibly disoriented. He looked to his right arm. 3 Years, 84 Days, 2 Hours, 0 Minutes, 5 Seconds. He’d woken up 70 years in the future. 

It was a surprise for Mr. and Mrs. Rogers, when on July 4, 1918, their son Steven was born with ‘95 Years, 14 days, 10 hours, 22 Minutes 35 seconds’ on his forearm. Steven Grant Rogers, sickly boy that he was, wouldn’t even meet his soulmate until well into old age.

Steve did his best to not let it bother him. Ever the optimist, he believed that it just meant that whoever he would meet in 75 years would be so special, they’d wait their whole lives to find one another.

Bucky had a different outlook. As one of the rare few without a timer, James Buchanan Barnes was basically the definition of ‘playboy.’ He saw it as 75 years for Steve to be with whoever the hell he wanted without having to settle down. The two friends weren’t really that alike when it came to matters of the heart.

Both philosophies faded into the background when they entered the war. Steve gave up the theories of finding love in favor of striving to survive. After the serum, Steve had more women (and some men) throwing themselves at him than he’d ever thought would.

The only person he even thought he might have a shot with was Peggy, but after Bucky fell he was far too consumed by his grief to do anything. As his timer slowly ticked downwards, he fought the good fight. His last hopes were winking out as he flew the plane into the ice.

Steve awoke with a start. A baseball game was playing softly on the radio. He sat up, incredibly disoriented. He looked to his right arm.

3 Years, 84 Days, 2 Hours, 0 Minutes, 5 Seconds. He’d woken up 70 years in the future.

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  • Jeongyeon: [Holding a clipboard] Ok people we have T-Minus 1 hour until Dahyun shows up for this surprise party. Jihyo how's the layout coming along?
  • Jihyo: All I need to do is move the couch back and then we've got ourselves a dance floor in the middle of the living room
  • Jeongyeon: Perfect, you can use your godly strength for that. Mina, how are we doing on decorations?
  • Mina: Streamers are nearly done. We ran into a bit of trouble after Sana and the helium incident but now that she's on cake duty we should be fine.
  • Jeongyeon: ... I honestly don't think I want to know the details of that. Speaking of, Chaeyoung, my loyal second in command! What's the latest update from the cake team?
  • Chaeyoung: [Holding her phone] Sana and Momo have arrived at the cake shop. Apparently there was some confusion and the cake ended up over our budget. They don't have the money to pay for it.
  • Jeongyeon: Ok, we can work this out. I think we have enough time to send someone else down there with the mon-
  • Chaeyoung: Sana stole the cake
  • Jeongyeon: SHE DID WHAT
  • Chaeyoung: Yep, Sana and Momo are now running from the bakery with a stolen cake
  • Jihyo: Don't worry, Sana can charm her way out of it... probably
  • Jeongyeon: What about Tzuyu? She's responsible, how she's going with her distraction detail.
  • Chaeyoung: Tzuyu's not running distraction. She's manipulating one of our soundcheck guys to try and borrow one of the good speakers.
  • Jeongyeon: Wait if Tzuyu's not the one keeping Dahyun distracted then that means...
  • {Meanwhile}
  • Dahyun: [Banging on the windows of the locked car she's trapped in] Nayeon-unnie! Don't leave me!
  • Nayeon: Sorry, gotta keep you occupied for an hour. I mean what else am I gonna do, actually spend time with you?