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lovethistoomuch · 2 years

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Jack and Mark discussing their friendship at the end of their latest video together:

Jack: you... you're genuinely one of my favourite people in the world.

Mark: awww

Jack: and I feel like, despite our (sigh) I don't know... cause people for a while were like: why don't they talk anymore? why don't they play together anymore? and, like, man, life get's in the way. eveybody has like different things going on.

Mark: yeah, sure do.

Jack: and I feel like we've both been on, like, parallel paths for so many years and every now and then, they like connect, but they're always kinda like, going in the same places and we always kinda, like have the same mentalities on things and... I don't think there's ever been, like, proper bad blood between either of us.

Mark: nooo! no! yes! so for anyone thinking, you know... I mean, all, all human relationships are interesting and dynamic in a way... but, no, yeah, you're one of my favourite people too. I love seeing the stuff that you make. and I can't wait to help you make some of the cool projects, ah, you've got on the horizon, cooking up in that noggin. and, uh...

Jack: that big old brain of mine

Mark: yeah.

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i'm really just so happy that they've addressed this! when i saw the video i was just delighted to see them talk to each other in a chill environment without having to interact with and comment on the game at all times. it felt like a step further than normal gaming videos. and then that ending totally made me cry.

seeing them from starting this really fast, intense friendship (that everyone was obsessed with at the time) and then it kind of falling apart with them not doing anything together any more and Jack even putting out a statement that they were never as close as people thought they were, a long time silence and then, pretty recently starting to do projects together again. it just makes me happy that they are so chill with each other now.

goes to show that things can probably get overwhelming pretty fast if you are pushed in a certain direction all the time. it's just so good to see they can be normal friends now without all the hype sorrounding it and i'm happy for them.

#jacksepticeye #sean mcloughlin #markiplier #mark fischbach #made this transkript mostly for me #so i can read it #cause i've watched that part 5 times in a row immediately #they've both been such a huge part of my life for so long #and seeing them reconnecting is just nice #not saying that they had to #or that they absolutely have to be friends #i am just glad that the crazy whirlwind of it all seems to be behind them now #and they can just chill together #and they don't shy away from the topic #it's very healthy i think #also maybe someone is happy to know this whithout sitting through an hour of them chatting about various topics #also i know jack said septiplier didn't push them apart #but even then #developing a friendship while being in the spotlight constantly must still be hard #long post

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floating-above-sea-level · 4 months

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There is no world where I am beating the weird kid allegations but for the sake of the trend

Lowkey still listen to this album, just…far less unironically…

#queer #trans #neurodivergent #audhd #jacksepticeye #markiplier #septiplier #septiplier away #Robertidk #weird kid #2016 #youtubers

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itwascrabpeople · 9 months

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Triple X Groovy [12/12]

....is officially COMPLETE!!! Holy cow that took forever and I am so so sorry for how long it took to finish off.

Thanks if you still care and stuck with it, and if you ever left a comment or kudos or sent a kind word 💕

As I said in the post, this fic (and all my other fics) will be made to only be viewable to ao3 users in about a week or so. Thank you so much for everything and ilu.

Here's a link to the playlist on Spotify with all the songs from the story.

Fever for the Flava, Hot Action Cop

Nobody Move, Nobody Get Hurt, We Are Scientists

Hey Now, The Regrettes

WTF?, OK Go

Kiss Me, New Found Glory

First Date, Blink-182

Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo, Bloodhound Gang

The Happy Song, Kate Micucci

Linger, The Cranberries

I Want You, But I Don't Need You, Amanda Palmer

What'll It Be, Santino Fontana (Crazy Ex-Girlfriend)

Hold On Hope, Guided By Voices

The Calendar, Panic! at the Disco

All I Wanted, Paramore

#septiplier #fanmix #complete fic #triple x groovy #septiplier away!

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thetwelfthcrow · 6 months

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I know that most of the drivers know about fanfiction being out there but the thought of them discovering ships still freaks me out so much.

A lot of people will say don't write RPF then but there is a big difference between just writing it for fandom and locking it on ao3 OR actively pushing it towards the people it's inspired by. The latter can easily be avoided and not avoiding it is the sole thing that can make RPF problematic.

TWITTER IS TOO CLOSE.

This makes me so uncomfortable and angry at people who are not thinking about boundaries. Even if the author consents to their fanfiction being out there (but why would you?) you can't get the consent from the people it's about. If they discover it on ao3 then that means that they sought it out and that's okay but if they stumble upon it on twitter because it gets basically shoved into their faces? No.

It's not funny and if you're unlucky, they'll not only think it's weird, they might actually hate it and feel gross about people writing about them having kinky sex with y/n or their colleague.

In extreme cases, famous people discovering fanfiction about themselves altered how they behaved in public. In other extreme cases, they took legal actions, because they felt really ridiculed or uncomfortable.

Fanfiction is for fans. Leave it in strict fandom spaces. How often do people need to say that? You can't always avoid the drivers seeing it, but you can at least make sure that it's not jumping at them when they don't want it to jump at them, which will be the case for most if not all of them.

I don't want drivers to get linked to my tumblr without either my or their consent. It's overstepping a line.

there's a huge difference between Knowing About The Existence of Fanfics and being Actively Made Aware of Certain Fics. sure, they know about fanfics. sure, they know they're being shipped. but to have the shippy things/fanfics/fanart actively shown to you is a whole other thing.

'don't write RPF' is a very dumb thing to say. that is not the issue. the issue is that fandom is for the fans and Not for the people it's about. when i'll make the silly little 4433 discord server, that's for the shippers, the FANS. that is Not for max, lewis, or anyone who knows them personally. when we write fics, that's for the fans, Not for the guys in question!!

twitter is indeed too close. tumblr is The Perfect platform for it. i remember when the people from Watcher Entertainment announced they'd make a tumblr blog and sooo many fans were like Alarm Alarm Must Change My Main Blog So They'll Never Find Out!

i've heard charles is notoriously known for looking up his own name so for the love of god don't post shippy things with his name on twitter.

and also a huge fucking annoyance of mine is that the official accs (red bull, f1, mclaren, whatever) have started using shipnames. don't. that's not for you.

100% agreed w the difference between 'stumbling upon ao3' and 'getting a tweet sent to you with your name'. also a PSA to all RPF authors: if twitter accs ever ask if they can rec your fic on twitter, be flattered and say no. that is not the place for us to be.

i don't think that the drivers will actively read what it's all about, i think they'll see a link and go oh No Nope I am Leaving. years of PR training must've also taught them what to stay away from. but this is the same w people in Max Fewtrell's chat telling him to go to ao3 & wattpad. i was fuming. you Do Not Do That. (sure i wrote a fic about it but that's beside the point).

yeah so i wouldn't worry too much about the extreme cases. this isn't septiplier. the most important difference being: these drivers barely handle their own social media anyway. they're incredibly well managed. this doesn't mean we can do whatever, but it does mean that the chances of something bad happening are smaller i'd reckon.

recently made this metaphor which may be a bit tough to convey in words but: the drivers, the sport, the factual things are like a planet, and fandom is the moon. the moon is for us fans to gather and circle around the planet and occasionally visit and say hi. but to never ever get the drivers with us to the moon. they don't belong there. if one driver gets to the moon, the moon will get closer to the planet and before we know it, the moon is clashing with the planet and nothing's left of either of the two anymore.

drivers knowing about the existence of fanfics as a term is fine. drivers knowing about certain fics is not. drivers knowing about your tumblr is not. fandom for the fans. not for them. don't make those two world collide.

#Anonymous #rpf #f1 #keep rpf away from f1 #zhalia’s lil’ chit chat

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auyouni · 11 months

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some kind of madness has started to evolve // septiplier

"Why didn't you tell me??" Mark demands, and it would surprise Jack how readily he accepts Jack's reality if they hadn't already had this conversation in a million different ways.

It left such an awful bitter taste in his mouth. He tried to maintain normalcy for so long, but he's played every video game in the world by now, and all of his friends feel like damn NPCs, and he's so tired of this cycle. His only solace is his dreams.

He gives a clipped laugh, hands clenching at his sides. "Why would I? Y're barely even the real Mark anymore, t' me. The real Mark gets to leave this fucking school, gets to go on and marry Rosanna and disappear into his fairytale." They're only halfway through this loop, but eventually, everything spills out. It often does. "Or, hell, maybe he stays, I don't even fucking know. But you… There's nothing you could ever do to surprise me anymore." And he still loves him. Mark is an extremely well trodden forest path, but Jack never wants to take another one.

Mark looks stunned. "What the hell, Sean? I'm still a person! I-I have free will! If you're so sick of me, why are you still here?"

Jack goes quiet, eyes stinging with the force of his pain, so distraught and visible and bone-tired. He always cuts honey bunches off early, these past cycles, unable to handle the proximity with their doomed fate. But he can't ever resist starting it in the first place. He shakes his head, eyes never leaving Mark's. "Where else would I go?" he says, voice a little hoarse. "Where else in the world would I ever rather be? You're the best home I've ever known. I couldn't give you up, not for a single cycle." There's no desperation in it anymore, too wrung out to want Mark more than anything - and yet, he'd never give Mark up to get out of the endless plague of restarts.

Mark looks like he's been struck physically by the words, staring at Jack like he's finally understanding him for the first time. Jack's shoulders slump, wondering why he'd bothered. Mark is incapable of making new decisions, has been one of the few constants in this strained existence. He doesn't know what he expected, why this almost felt different for a moment. He shuts his eyes, reaching up to rub his temple, "I'm sorry, we can just ignore–"

There's only a half-second's warning of feeling the other man in his space - the most familiar sensation in the world - before Mark's lips are pressing into his, shockingly.

Jack feels like gravity has shifted beneath him, a tremor in the earth. Nothing has come close to scraping him, let alone rocking him, for decades now. He is shaken to his core, because this is the one thing he'd given up on being possible. It still feels impossible, but he feels an echo in his mind somewhere saying, When thinking in infinities, 'unlikely' is just certainty waiting for its turn.

Mark pulls back before Jack can get a grip on any of it, and his hands fling out to grip his best friend's arms. Honestly, he feels a little sick. It's fucked up, for Mark to swing so low just to through a wrench into this run, prove him wrong, whatever it is he thinks he's doing. "Was that surprising enough? I don't think a version of me has done that, before…" Mark's voice comes low and happy, and Jack's eyes spring open.

"That's cruel t' do, just ta surprise me," he says, voice thick with repressed emotions that have lasted millennia.

Mark frowns abruptly, taken off-guard by his words, or tone, or maybe the defeated look in his eye. Like he's lost this fight over and over and he's ready to lay down and accept his end. "I thought you'd want me to…"

Jack tries to pull away, and maybe his friend - because even with this fresh ache, he could never erase Mark from his side - feels a little tug on his arms, but that's all he can manage. He's tired of pretending he doesn't want it, that he hasn't spent countless attempts just trying to make this, them, happen. "Not just because it's something I haven't gotten before. I want–" he chokes himself off, already sounding strangled, and he's almost disgusted with himself that these feelings can arise after all this time. Will it always be like this? How is he ever supposed to break the cycle? "I wanted you to want me because you want to. I have spent over a hundred years wanting you, Mark, an' I can't… ya can't just kiss me unless you mean it." And if there's anything he's learned, it's that Mark never means it. He's been kissed by Mark, and Dark, plenty of times at this point - never as much as he wants to and always too much - and it's started to just feel cruel.

Mark watches him with molasses eyes, head tilted, and Jack can practically feel the ache in both of their chests. Always for different reasons. Mark looks at him like a wounded bird, but without pity, and it makes Jack's chest shake. "So you do want me to kiss you," he says softly, like approaching a spooked horse, and Jack wishes he could decipher that tone. Mark steps back into his space again, slowly, and let's his hand gently slide up Jack's chest. The shaking slows, eased, but he's been unraveling for lifetimes now and it feels like his bones will never be put to rest.

"Only if you want it the way I do," he replies, voice weak, the fight going out of him. He knows, in his soul, that Mark is going to kiss him again. He doesn't know why. He can only pray that Mark takes it seriously, knows how close Jack is to that edge.

That's always been the problem, though - Mark alone has always known how to pull him back with ease.

Mark's lips fit over his like a whisper, like a promise, like tender hands picking up a wounded dove. Jack's entire body shudders, and he's so tired suddenly. The world has been crashing down around him for so long now, the prison of this campus and time itself, and why does he keep fighting this when it's all he wants? If he can ignore every failed attempt, every early elopement of Ro and Mark, every breakup that led him to the arms of another girl, every kiss meant to keep Jack from leaving him… He can let it go, just once. For his own sanity. For an antidote to the soul, even if all he tastes is poison again in the morning.

Jack's hand shakes as he reaches up to brush his knuckles over his best friend's cheekbone, and he's kissing back tentatively, afraid. So very afraid. Mark remains steady, slowly moving their lips together, like a reassurance, and Jack feels the stirrings of his long dead - or, apparently, comatose - heart, one he'd put to sleep to avoid more damage. Maybe in that time it's actually healed some, but for now, he just relishes in it feeling alive again. Mark's hand is pressed over it, like his own reassurance, and Jack wants to break and crumble in the face of it. He almost wants to run away. Instead he sighs gently, pressing a little more into Mark, a quiet trust in place. Time and time and time and time and time again, this is the only man he fully trusts with his heart.

Mark has never taken that lightly, even if he knows how to break his heart better than anyone else.

His best friend's hand rests on his shoulder, a solid weight like a tether. Grounding. Safe. Any desperation left inside of him seeps out, the rattling in his chest quieting, and he kisses Mark like everything will be okay.

Maybe this time, it will.

Mark pulls back just a hair, only a whisper left between their lips, and Jack can feel his smile without even opening his eyes. "I do want you, Sean." Jack's breath catches, a lump in his throat. "No buts. I want you too." The last sentence carries the intensity of a man of months-long yearning, and it's like some of the life is breathed back into him. Mark punctuated it with a harder kiss, as if he needs to prove it. Like he's a ghost story that Jack can only roll his eyes at, and maybe that's a bit too accurate.

He'd gone into this repeating prison stay with the idea in his head that the only way to break out of it was to finally end up with Mark. Why else would he be here? He'd healed well enough after his very first youni experience, in his mind. And so many attempts were spent trying a million different combinations to get there.

Now… it's been a while since he gave that up. Or, at least, consciously. It was all still there, and now it's pressing him closer to Mark, breathing him in. Deep inhales instead of gulping breaths, they melt into each other.

Best friends till the end.

That's all there ever was, in the end - the two of them.

"What matters to you most right now? In all of this," he murmurs softly against his lips, caressing the skin under his jawline. There's no hiding how much he's craving more of that contact, how much he still desperately wants to be held by him.

It takes longer than Jack cares to admit for him to find his voice, and when he does it sounds rough, but somehow still so clear and sure. "This." There's such a weight behind that single word. It has to be true. This isn't about the universe, and it definitely isn't about Jack finding peace within himself. Mark can make him believe again, has always felt like the key to finding his peace. His best friend, the boy he loves. He swallows hard, and whispers the next part, even if it pains him to say, even if it might shatter him. "Us."

There's a moment's pause before Mark answers, but it seems to stretch on for ages to Jack. They're both silent for so long that Jack thinks Mark might not answer, but finally he hears him mumble something unintelligible. His name. Mark is saying his name. When he opens his eyes Mark is staring at him like he's never seen him before. "Then let's try. Can we try?" He feels more than sees Mark swallow hard, and Jack shakes. Actually, maybe he just hasn't stopped shaking.

"I want nothing more, Marky," he says breathlessly, and his best friend grins, and kisses him again.

#birthday fic #fic #mark #sean #time loop au #septiplier

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raewritesf1 · 5 months

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angst anon back after sending you my gax rambles and just saw the f1 rpf breach on tiktok. another day the f1 fandom exploits make me want to groan in pain because why must we do this omg. i wasn't around for larry but i saw the after effects and it was-

No cause like f1twt isn’t great but f1tiktok makes me want to strangle someone. I have seen this shit happen so many times and no matter the reaction it never ends well!!

I wasn’t in the 1D fandom but I’ve had friends who were tell me about Louise twt moment, the way you could SEE them actively choosing to distance themselves from each other during group interviews, and I’ve seen video talking about the Taylor/Karlie and the Camila/Lauren situations and the effect it had on their friendships.

Hell, I was front fucking line watching Mark and Sean’s friendship suffer because so many people kept forcing septiplier into their face despite them actively stating that they were uncomfortable with it. It’s literally been years and they still aren’t even close to the same level of public friendship or public interaction that they use to be and it’s fucking sad.

I am, obviously, fine with fics and rpf, but for the love of god keep that shit away from the drivers. Just because RB tags videos with Maxiel, or the official f1 account post Carlando moment does not mean you get to start pushing actual fandom into their face.

And this doesn’t even touch on the fact that gay sex is far from the most graphic thing a driver could read about themselves on Ao3

#my asks #f1

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unnamedpheonix · 8 months

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Funny PAX moment 1: (Jack falls)

"Hey Jack!" The fan said as she approached his booth. Both him and Mark had huge lines of people waiting. Jack still couldnt believe it.

"Can I get a hug?" She asked timidly.

"Sure!" Jack replied cheerfully.

Jack gav her a hug and went to sit back down. On his way back, he tripped and began to fall. Jack braced himself for the cold hard imact of the ground...but it never came. Instead he felt two strong arms around his waits catch him.

"You alright?" Marks voice said from behind him.

The heat of Marks body was radiating off him strongly.

"Y-yeah, thanks." Jack felt his face begin to heat up. He stood up quickly, losing balance once more. He stumbled, and grabbed onto Marks arm for support. His face, inches from Marks, his blush deepening. He turned away, trying to conseal his nervousness.

The fans started squealing, some were taking photos, others were yelling "Septiplier away!" Jack stood up slowly this time, and returned to his seat feeling frazzled.

Anti takeover at PAX:

"Hey Jack!" A fan exclaimed. "Ive been with you since happy wheels!"

"Oh my gosh! Thats a long time!"

"I'm so glad i finally got to meet you!"

Jack heard a familiar voice in his head.

'Hey, this one's cute. Why don't we ruin her life?'

A wave of panic hit Jack like a speeding/derailed train. His heartbeat became rapid. He glanced over at Mark who was still signing tshirts. Jack clenched the adges of his table for support, leaning over it.

"Jack, are you okay?" Concerned voices of the fans ringing in his ears.

'Let me out Jack!' Anti cackled. 'It's time to have some fun!'

Jack doubled over behind the table, sweating bullets, one hand still firmly gripping the table. He dried his face with his shirt before responding with a weak "I'm getting some fresh air."

He stood up gingerly, his arm shaking as he pushed his weight off the table, and made his way outside.

"Not now anti!" Jack said to himself quietly, through gritted teeth.

'Why not Jacky!? Too many people? Or is it because of Markimoo?' Anti laughed maniaclly.

"Don't you bring him into this!" Jack whisper yelled. "This is between you, and me!"

'Oh really?' Anti questioned sarcastically. Jack could almost feel his grin.

"Yes really!"

As jack replied, he heard someone call his name from behind him. Mark must have realised something was wrong and come out to check on him.

"Is everything okay?" Mark asked, looking at him with worrying eyes.

Jack tried to sound as convincing as possible.

"Yeah, just overhwelmed."

"Yeah, it can get that way sometimes. You know you can tell me if something',s wrong, right?"

Jack wanted to tell him. He wanted to pour out his heart for Mark to hold, to let him heal his wounds. But he knew he would never be accepted if he did.

"I know." He said instead, nodding briefly.

They stood there in silence for a moment, before Mark spoke once more.

"How about when this is over with, you come by my place. Play some games, get this day out of our heads? What do you say?"

"Okay." Jack replied, as he followed Mark back inside the doors.

#jacksepticeye #markiplier #short story #romance #fiction #jacksepticegos #story ideas

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