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#THANK YOU MARK FOR THAT. I GUESS.
skitskatdacat63 · 7 months
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For Dru (@fortheloveofaussiegrit), thank you for completely and utterly brainrotting me with this moment 🙏
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gunsatthaphan · 1 month
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🏳️‍🌈!!!
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screwpinecaprice · 2 months
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She's on a hospital bed, amnesiac after an accident and she's having a crush on this man who is apparently her husband.
@dragonuva's part on an art trade with them from last year! 🥰 It's based on the first chapter of Chiptune by Newlense.
Guys. This fanfic is my favorite FAVORITE connverse fic and I love it so much I don't care if the last update was in 2020 nor if it's never going to be continued. It's so tender and the angst whalloped my guts in the right places. 😭💕
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omaano · 1 year
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A pair of cowboys, just chilling for @manofbeskar's DTIYS on IG
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goldenpinof · 3 days
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i think the hand is mark's :// you can see the person is also wearing an apple watch with a black band, and if you look through mark's tagged pic's on insta you can see he has one
oh, i didn't notice the watch in the shot. i was trying to understand if i recognise the jacket. well, Mark, Mark, it was fun while it lasted :(
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anaalnathrakhs · 2 months
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i feel it's so fucking stupid and ungrateful but it still hurts a little when someone gifts me something i just don't like. i don't know. i know it's dumb and inaccurate to astrain that much meaning to a simple gift, but it feels kinda like they don't know me. i guess it feels like people don't see me, like a reminder that the person i reflect and the person i feel like are incredibly different.
#two fairly recent examples jump to mind#last year my class did a secret santa#the guy who got my name barely knew me so instead he asked our litterature teacher for tips#i was doing an effort to participate a lot in her classes and discuss stuff and i felt like she was an adult i could really trust#and adult who Gets It#and she picked just. the wrong gift. a classical philosophy essay.#stuff i hate reading. stuff i hate thinking about.#i said thank you to both of them and tried to read it during christmas break still. but i was right. i hated it.#and this year's christmas#recently i tried patching things up with my parents and we are a lot more communicative now#so they've opened up that my demand not to receive any gifts was painful to them#so we had an agreement: we write open-hearted letters to each other on christmas.#and they can gift me something if they'd like but no pressure if they don't find anything they feel would be a good gift#bc i myself opened up about the whole ''inaccurate gift'' thing being one of the reasons i dislike receiving stuff#and guess what. christmas comes. they got me a printed card from an artist whose work we saw at a local art thing earlier that year.#that artist does mainly either plants or nice architecture. stuff i love.#they picked the ONE work of hers that doesn't look like that. some reinterpretation of the great wave of kanagawa#a piece which i dislike with a passion for aesthetic reasons#i had promised i'd be honest if their gift missed the mark but tbh i couldn't. it's just an aesthetic thing it's completely begnin.#it's not like they spent lots or tried to pick something that was USEFUL#so i smiled and the picture is hanging with other stuff in my room#and i thanked them and i can't express how genuinely glad i am we have a better relationship#but man i felt my heart break a little under the tree in that moment#idk#i know it's silly but it makes me feel weird. and cold.#broadcasting my misery#vent
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michameinmicha · 8 months
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Im so full of love for justus jonas i hope you all know i think about him a lot! I have zero energy to write or draw anything but i hope you are aware hes rotating in my brain like a little ballerina in a kids jewellry box every day and if i could make some art i would okay!!!
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horreurscopes · 2 years
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this is the new rug i got !! it looks like grass 🥺
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schizy-angel · 1 year
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a little over 2 years after unus annus ended and i've finally found myself in a safe enough environment to get this tattoo that i've wanted since the final livestream. the phrase was something one of the viewers said in chat during the livestream itself in reference to the video "a conversation under the stars" and i have the stars arranged in the constellation horologium, the clock, in reference to the motif of the clock ticking down
not only did unus annus affect me while it was running but it continued to affect to the point that, even after 2 years, I still wanted it permanently inked into my skin and I really hope that @markiplier, @crankgameplays and amy will get to see it
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ltstrikesback · 8 months
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Idk why I did this but I *think* I got all the scenes from the trailer and have broken it up between what we’ve seen so far and what’s still to come. Tumblr mobile limits images so here are screenshots of my screenshots.
Scenes from the trailer:
Already seen ~ 22
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Pending (going into Ep. 4) ~ 19
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amee-racle-ofmyown · 4 months
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(for some reason tumblr wouldn't let me edit the post draft? so I've had to screenshot this ask)
how can I say no to someone asking me so nicely for heist mark content? and thank you!! I'm so happy you enjoy it🥺💖
I decided to go with 11. picking a leaf/flower petal out of their hair, or brushing dirt off of their face
mud on my face and heart on my sleeve, when I'm with you
Heist!Mark x reader | Words: 1,264 | Read on AO3
A masters degree in digging, huh?
A bad luck magnet and reckless idiot at times though he may be, your partner in crime never failed to surprise you.
You were left reeling, barely enough time to process the deep hole that had appeared on the floor of your shared cell in what was surely an impossible amount of time. Or had it been longer, and you had simply zoned out while he was digging? No, that didn't seem right.
Years of carefully planned heists — down to the precise minute for certain jobs — had allowed you to develop a near impeccable sense of time. But today you felt strange, as if something was throwing off that instinct, making you doubt your judgement.
Self-doubt, however, was something you could not afford to pay any mind on a high-stakes job such as this, especially when Mark always seemed to rely so heavily on your choices in the heat of the moment. So instead, you allowed yourself to indulge in his confidence, using it as a springboard to bring you back to certitude.
You followed him down into the tunnel as the two of you made your way under the penitentiary to the Warden's office.
When you emerged, the pair of you were covered head to toe in soil and dust. It wasn’t the first time you had both ended up dirty on a heist, having to throw your clothes in the laundry when you returned to base, but the smug satisfaction and relief that came with bringing home your loot was always well worth it.
Once you had secured The Box, it was only a matter of fooling the nearest prison guard into aiding your escape. You watched as Mark absolutely milked his performance, feeding the guard some sob story he’d made up on the fly about him and his grandmother both being on death’s door, while you gestured dramatically to emphasise parts of his tale when it felt appropriate.
You struggled to stay composed seeing Mark’s expressions — he’d always been one for theatrics. In your opinion, he was overdoing it too much for the act to be convincing, but all that really mattered was the guard was completely buying into it, far too distracted by Mark to notice you fighting to contain your laughter (or the gaping hole in the ground, apparently).
‘I know this sacrifice, and what it means to you. But it means so much more to me,’ Mark declared with as much gratitude as he could muster, clutching the guard’s phone tightly.
The guard responded with various distressed noises, and you honestly couldn’t believe how well this was going.
‘But if also, you know, I could hear my gran-gran’s voice in peace,’ Mark continued somberly. ‘I don’t want you to hear her. She’s real sick.’
‘Ok, yeah, she’s probably got some kind of weird co- I get it,’ the poor guard stuttered.
‘They’re okay, they can hear it,’ Mark said, nodding and gesturing to you.
‘Yeah you guys — y’all shower together n’ whatnot,’ the guard replied, getting up to leave.
Mark nodded dismissively while you frowned and raised an eyebrow at the guard’s words. As he trudged sadly down the hall, though, you felt a little bad for lying to him. Either he was going through something himself or was just a particularly emotional guy.
Mark perked up, dropping the act as soon as the guard was out of earshot. ‘Well, that was easier than I thought it’d be. But we got a phone, which is the only thing we need to get outta here.’
You stood up, stepping towards the edge of the room and poking a finger against the gate, which the guard had conveniently left ajar, pushing it wide open with a creak.
You turned to look at Mark, then back, gesturing to the open cell door and the obvious escape before you.
‘Nooo, that’s too easy. We’ll leave that as a backup plan for our backup plan. I’ve got a call to make.’
You simply rolled your eyes. At times like this, it was better to just let your heist partner do his thing.
You hear Bubba’s voice over the phone, letting you know he’ll arrive in five.
‘Now, I don’t know if that was five hours or five minutes—’
The squeal of tires is all the warning you get before a pickup truck bursts through the back wall of the cell rear-end first and you hear Bubba yell for you to get in.
What immediately transpires is a blur of motion as you feel adrenaline in your veins and your heart thrumming in your ribcage. Mark ushers you to the back of the vehicle, yanking the door open and letting you go first as you clamber into the safety of the cargo bed, pushing aside fallen bricks from the collapsed wall. Mark follows suit, pulling the door closed behind him, and the car speeds away into the night.
You barely register the chill of the October air as you cling to the back of the truck with your left hand.
The autumn wind whips at Mark's hair as he crouches beside you. You can't help but think he looks gorgeous despite his roughed up appearance, all the dirt from the tunnel and the rubble from the broken wall.
He shoots you a grin, looking positively ecstatic, and you can practically feel the triumph and thrill that radiates off him. It's the same feeling coursing through your nerves as well.
You have had close encounters with the authorities before, but breaking out of prison is a new high for you both.
You give him a wide smile in return, and when he looks directly into your eyes everything around you seems to slow and obscure out of focus. All that matters in this moment is that you're both safe and free, and all his attention is solely on you. The space between you feels static and you think to yourself that any risk, any close call, is worth it for him to be smiling at you like this.
You reach out towards his face with your free hand, cupping his cheek in your palm. His eyes widen a fraction but he doesn't say a word or make a move to pull away.
You almost miss how he leans ever so slightly into your touch as you swipe at the dirt with your thumb.
‘Your face is all dirty, dummy.’
‘So’s yours.’
Your other hand comes up to hold the other side of his face and you shift slightly, steadying yourself (not that you really need to, you seem to have slowed down enough that you won't fall out suddenly and besides, you trust Mark enough to grab you in time should that be a real danger).
His left hand comes up to your right to tenderly hold your wrist in place.
His skin feels warm against yours, stubble tickling your palms. You wipe at the dirt and dust with both thumbs this time.
Your faces are inches apart now. You can't ignore the way his eyes flicker very briefly down to your lips, and you have half a mind to kiss his stupid, smug face right then and there.
The moment is broken as Bubba calls out to you both from the driver seat, letting you know that you'll be far enough to stop soon.
As you and Mark exit the vehicle though, the rush remains present, and it isn't just from the thrill of escaping. His gaze and touch send you on a roller coaster of their own.
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skitskatdacat63 · 10 months
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2011 Japan Post-Qualifying
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mustangs-flames · 11 months
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it doesn't go down like this in the au but I still think it'd be pretty funny if htb Mark genuinely thought his uncle was an alternate trying to be him and Dave is just stood there like 'What is wrong with this kid????'
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astrangerlately · 2 years
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scuffle-with-spirals · 6 months
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I have been introducing fragaria characters to my friends, and one of my friends said about Merold "I want his outfit, but his personality is a bit bitchy in my opinion" and despite loving him i kinda agreed he seamed like the person who would me angry, and the line "Ehh~? What are you getting so angry about~?" would just make me angry more because i'm easy person to get reaction out of, and they replied "yeah, it's just a getting on the nerves, pretending to be innocent"
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Super super super in replying to this, and thank you so much for waiting! But YEAH LMAO for as much as I adore the vibes Merold gives off, I can admit that those vibes aren't like, ones I'd jive with like, in actuality. Like don't get me wrong, in the secure environment, just clown2fictious-cotton-candy-carny-goober' lookin' ahh perspective I cannot wait to see how he interacts with others and potentially ends up annoying the shit out of them lmao?? But like, I'm the same way; my face is super easy to read so even when I'm trying my damn hardest to not look upset people still look at me like "What's wrong? :(" but I can tell this dude would be flipping that shit on it's head like
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LIKE AOBABBOMAOA? BOAMBOOMAAO? BRO I'M FINNA SHOW YOU WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN
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(i will start sobbing uncontrollably and drain the tissue supply) /j
But yeah soaosmsfdoff you and your friend have a very fair assessment there. Like, again, just judging based off of design and vibes alone, he's giving so much of that energy. He's just stirring the pot and acting like he still ain't got the whole damn stirring stick in his hand LMAO
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my biggest issue with the theory of intelligent design is that there's no way you can speak of intelligent design concerning teeth. like those things meant to get dirty. that's their damn job description! ain't no eating without that. but instead of being, y'know, easy to clean cleaning teeth is the most tedious and annoying thing you can imagine. if sisyphus lived - or more accurately died - in our times, he would probably have been damned to floss his teeth forever and always find just a little bit of plaque left between his teeth! it's like designing a machine whose explicit purpose is working in the muddiest conditions possible but it only works if you meticulously remove the mud from every single cog of the machine by hand every 5 hours. not a soul on earth would call this design intelligent.
on the other hand stupid design or the creator being a dentist, that i can totally get behind
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