#youtube link

[sonicexelle-junkary]

HA! Well, I lied! Actually I didn’t think I’d get this done by the end of today. BUT I DID! Enjoy my favourite part of my favourite song from a new musical I really love!

Go watch the full musical

#art #fanart #animatic #sonic.exe #hungryhero.exe #link #YouTube link #link post #Youtube

[soft-girl-musings]

Cry (MK Spring Bingo #1)

Marc Spector x Reader

cross-posted to ao3

tags: panic/anxiety attacks, possibly inaccurate description of an emergency room visit (i don't remember the exact process i borrowed from my own experience bc i was sick… in the ER…), no use of y/n

wc: 1,356

fic summary: Three times Marc told you it was okay to cry, and one time you returned the favor.

A/N: Finally got around to writing something for someone besides jake lockley, bless. once again this is self-indulgent, but if anything hits home for you i'm glad <3 (based on Adam Melchor's "Cry" , which is the most marc-coded piece of music i've ever heard. in this essay i will)

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The first time came out of nowhere.

Nothing was wrong per se; no major injury or crisis had come up. All you knew was that you were frozen in the corner of your room, hot tears streaming down your face as your mind raced between a million different things.

“Sweetheart, have you seen my–” Marc’s request stopped the moment he saw you frozen in the darkened room, gripping the sleeves of your shirt as you bit your lip so hard you risked giving yourself another reason to cry.

“I just need a minute,” your voice came out trembling and heavy, as if too many syllables would cause the tears to fall with greater force. Not that you knew how to stop them, or how they even started.

Quick strides across the room brought Marc to your side. His warm hands wrapped around yours, cold and losing color from digging into your arms. 

Words were never his strong suit; Marc’s a man of few, usually letting his presence and actions suffice. So when faced with consoling you against some invisible threat, he could almost hear the sound of his own heart breaking in tandem with your staggered breath.

So he stood there. Until your fingers relaxed and entwined with his, he stood there until he could guide you to the floor. Arms wrapped around your shoulders, he cradled you as you continued to cry.

“This is so stupid,” you groaned as you wiped your face with your sleeve. “So fucking… ugh.”

“Hey,” he shushed you. “Not stupid. You’re feeling what you’re feeling.”

“But I don’t know why,” you choked out. It was hard enough being so distraught; not having a valid reason for it made everything hurt more.

“You don't have to justify it. Don't have to do anything but just… be here.” A hand to your temple eased your head against his chest. “I'm here, as long as you need me to be.”

This was all the permission you needed to let another rush of tears spill down your cheeks, soaking his shirt. He didn't mind.

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The second time was in the emergency room.

You'd never struggled to catch your breath like this before; a common cold turned south and triggered long-dormant childhood asthma, making your lungs betray the rest of your body. Marc drove you to the ER when your hollow coughing didn't let up for the third day in a row. Head spinning and chest aflame, you were rushed to the back as soon as Marc told them you couldn't breathe.

“You've got to breathe steady, honey.”

“I'm trying,” you muttered around the medicated tube in your mouth. It had to be almost 3 in the morning; your body ached like crazy and you didn't catch a word of what the nurse told you to do with your medication. All you knew was that you were cold, exhausted, and grateful to have Marc there to time your breathing.

But even with his hand holding yours, you still felt tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Every inhalation brought medicine to your airways, but the ragged sensation resonated through your chest and made your body ache more.

“I'm so tired,” you finally said around the device. With that, your tears fell faster than you could swipe at them. Your frown pushed the device from your mouth, but you didn't care.

Marc sprang up, catching the equipment when your grip faltered. He said nothing; instead, he climbed onto the bed with you, leaning your back against his chest and taking your hand in his once more, bringing the medication back to your lips. You let him bear your weight, immediate relief washing over you as he took over keeping the device steady with one hand and gently dabbing a tissue at your cheek with the other. 

“Nothing wrong with a few tears, honey. Means you’re alive.”

When you finally went home, the fire in your lungs extinguished, he held you again until you fell asleep.

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“.....The movie just started.”

(The third time was on the living room couch.)

You had finally talked Marc into watching La La Land with you (with the promise of his getting to choose the next movie night film, of course). You were barely 30 seconds into the opening number when you'd started crying, eyes glued to the screen as dozens of up-and-comers danced and sang about their dreams to make it in the industry.

“They haven't said anything.”

“They're saying everything.”

“He's dancing on a car.”

“Because he's excited!”

“Why did they stop traffic to dance?”

You didn't hear the rest of his quips, too engrossed in the scene. The colors, the music, and the highly impractical interstate  choreography had a way of getting to you ever since you first saw this movie. Meanwhile, Marc sat with his arms crossed and eyebrows knit together as he tried to follow along.

When you noticed his body language, you reached for the remote and paused the movie. “Do you… want to watch something else?”

Marc's face fell when he realized this new batch of tears wasn’t because of the movie, but because of him. The thought of making your cry hit like a punch to the gut.

He took the remote from you, moving closer to your side. “Nice try, but you're not getting out of it that easily. I need your commentary if I'm gonna keep up.” He hit play and choked down every criticism as he saw your face light up, tears of joy brimming during the remaining 2 hours of the film.

The next morning, while making breakfast, you could have sworn you heard Marc humming Another Day of Sun under his breath.

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As you'd grown closer, you began to know Marc as your rock, your steady landing place when you had thoughts and feelings too big to deal with on your own. He never had to say much to be there for you. He kept you tethered and together, happy to be of service no matter how ugly your hardships felt. 

It was only a matter of time before you saw a crack in his foundation.

You got home late one night, a thunderstorm hot on your heels. You had shrugged off your coat and shoes, calling out to Marc to see if he was home. No response.

You checked each room diligently, until you found him sitting on the corner of the bed.

“Marc?” You asked softly, walking toward him. You knelt in front of him, and the sight of his face twisted into an unfamiliar expression, a steady stream of tears spilling from his reddened eyes, was more than you could bear.

The first time came out of nowhere.

“Can you give me your hands, Marc?” He complied, his breath short and his eyes fixed on the storm pelting the window with sheet after sheet of rain. His vision darted between drops of water and streaks of lightning. The room shook with the echoes of thunder as the worst of the storm hit.

“Hey,” you urged him. “Just be here. With me.” Your thumb traced his wrist as you tried to stay calm.  “Can you breathe with me, Marc?” You sat up on your knees. He nodded, slowly but surely matching the pace of your breath. 

You didn't know what was on his mind, only that it was racing. You couldn't tell what had him so worked up, only that his breath escaped him even as you counted to ten again, and again, unrelenting in your focus on him. You had no idea what made your rock, your anchor, cry like this.

Maybe he'd tell you later; maybe it'd remain a mystery. None of that mattered in the moment. All that mattered was the rhythm of your breath as the rain let up; the way his tears drenched your sleeves when you dabbed at his flushed cheeks; the steady thrum of his heart as his body relaxed beside yours. All that mattered was how, with your chest pressed to his back as you lay on top of the bedspread, he let you hold him for a change.

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event tags: @moonknight-events @spacecowboyhotch @juneknight

addtl tags: @mrs-lockley @lunar-ghoulie @shadystarlightgentlemen @casa-boiardi (lmk if you'd like to be added/taken off this wee tag list)

#moon knight #marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector x gn!reader #moon knight fanfiction #marc spector fanfiction #marc spector/reader #marc spector/gn!reader #my works #mk spring bingo 2024 #moonknightevents #youtube link

[shitolodise]

SJDFKSDGBJ

uuuh based on this video right here

#my art #digital art #fanart #doodle #tf2 #team fortress 2 #art #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #link #youtube link #Youtube

[honiaoma]

cursed cat alastor is a blessing.

#my art #my youtube channel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel animatic #animatic #youtube link #alastor #vox #Youtube #cursed alastor cat

[muppet-facts]

Muppet Fact #919

According to his laboratory door in the "Flowers on The Wall" video, Dr. Bunsen Honeydew is a Ph.D., Esq., Incomp., C.S.I.C.O.E., or Chief Scientist in Charge of Everything.

Source:

"Flowers On The Wall | with Bunsen and Beaker | Muppets Music Video | The Muppets." The Muppets. YouTube. September 6, 2015.

#muppet facts oc #jim henson #the muppets #muppets #muppet facts #fun facts #dr bunsen honeydew #bunsen honeydew #youtube link

[troythecatfish]

#delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi #video essay #manga #anime #anime and manga #anime video #manga video #character design #character concept #art video #art #art advice #tumblr recommendations #recommend #recommendation #youtube recommendations #video recommendation #youtube #youtube link #video link

[direwolfrules]

There’s this guy on YouTube, his channel is Star Rekt, and he makes Star Trek parodies of songs. “I Wanted Janeway”, “I Kissed a Borg”, “Trill All The Klingons Want”, etc.

Anyway, this Threshold Day I thought I’d share his parody of Barry Manilow’s “Looks Like We Made It”. So, without further ado:

#star trek #threshold day #threshold #tom paris #captain janeway #kathryn janeway #star trek voyager #star trek voy #song parody #youtube link #link #video #star rekt #Youtube

[iamadequate1]

Protip: if you watch this video on repeat for the rest of the evening/night, Ed and Stede will kiss at midnight no matter how bad you are at syncing start times!

#our flag means death #ofmd #youtube link #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #new year #Youtube

[modeus-the-unbound]

Found this on YouTube and wanted to help it get more attention.

#humor #slay the princess #juneartcraft19 #youtube link #the nightmare #me putting my hand on the paranoids shoulder #“tag out. i can take her” #but not in a fight #Youtube

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

Someone edited Super Sonic's expression animations in Sonic Frontiers and I am SCREAMING LOOK AT HIS COCKY LITTLE SMIRK

Source/credit

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sth #sonic frontiers #super sonic #gif #youtube link #edit #not my edit

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Ruby: So ... Cinder and Pyrrha, Huh? How'd that happen?

Jaune: Well you see ... It must've been the Wind.

Ruby: What?

Jaune: It Cast a Wicked Dream~

Ruby: Oh god, you're not breaking into song are you?

Jaune: A Spear Pierced my shield! An Arrow hit my Chin!

SSSN+Ren Jump into frame with Instruments

Jaune+RSSSN: IT MUST HAVE BEEN THE WIND~

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #okay this was purely for me #link #youtube link #the chalkeaters #Youtube

[cupcakeslushie]

I’m imagining to try and understand Leo’s Japanese more Ralph watches anime and picks up cringe anime speech patterns. Like he’s trying so hard

This is all I can think of 😂

https://youtu.be/UOpk0TGf24g

#ask slushie #separated au #youtube link #not my video

[spacetelescopess]

vil schoenheit x gn! listener [audio]

helping a high maintenance vil read lines

contents: when vil lands a big role, you offer to help him read lines. unfortunately, what you’d thought was a clever plan to spend time with him turns into a lecture when vil is dissatisfied with your own ability to add passion into your line readings.

#twisted wonderland x reader #question mark #x listener #youtube #youtube link #vil schoenheit x reader

[jessfandrawer]

Entering Sleep Mode

#my art #fanart #disney princess fanart #sleeping beauty #princess aurora #tron #tron aesthetic #princess.exe #youtube link #timelapse video

[muppet-facts]

Muppet Fact #801

Walter has said in an interview that he owns all of the Palisades Toys Muppet figurines except for the Dr. Teeth Variant Action Figure, which was a Wizard World East convention exclusive in 2002.

Sources:

Dr. Teeth Variant Action Figure. Muppet Wiki.

"Walter Palisades." MuppetWiki. YouTube. February 8, 2023.

#muppet facts oc #jim henson #the muppets #muppets #muppet facts #fun facts #walter muppets #Wizard World East convention #Dr. Teeth Variant Action Figure #Palisades Toys #muppet wiki #youtube link

[troythecatfish]

#palestine #gaza #free gaza #gaza strip #gaza genocide #gazaunderattack #save gaza #stand with gaza #gazaunderfire #free palestine #freepalastine🇵🇸 #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #israeli war crimes #israel occupation #fuck israel #anti zionisim #genocide #ethnic cleansing #west bank #current events #human rights #social justice #tumblr recommendations #recommend #recommendation #youtube recommendations #video recommendation #youtube #youtube link #video link