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Last Words. (Dean Imagine)

(A/N: THIS IS AN END OF S11 FIC. Technically, the oneshot itself has no spoilers...I think. But just so you understand the context, this takes place the night before the end of the season finale. I apologize in advance for the ensuing tears.)

Pairing: Dean/reader

Rating: PG13 for sadness

Dean sat down on his bed, laptop open in front of him, a blank document staring back expectantly. He sipped his beer, and set it on the nightstand, sighing heavily.

She would find it after everything was over. He'd print it up, seal it in an envelope, give it to Cas, ask him to give it to her when he was gone. When they were safe.

"Let's get this over with."

Dear (Y/N),

He deleted it.

(Y/N),

He deleted it.

To my girl.

Here we are again. End of the line. The world's going out tomorrow unless the Winchesters step up, right? Tomorrow night, I'll probably be dead, and in the Void.

How many times have we been here? Too many. This time, though, I'm pretty certain I'm not getting out of it. This time, it really is the end of the line. Everybody off.

So I thought I should leave something behind. Kind of a will, but not really because legally I don't exist anymore. Sort of a...goodbye. You know I'm not good at them. Soppy crap has never been my thing, but this time...I don't know. It just feels right to go out properly.

Sammy gets my Baby. It's always been that way. Don't let him chuck my music, though, doll. Those cassettes are classics and really valuable, trust me.

You and him keep on at the Batcave. Don't move, you won't be safe if you do. You know that, though. Also, don't let them touch my room, okay? No one but you gets in, babe, promise me. Everyone else would touch my stuff and move it and mess it up, and I swear if you guys break anything I'll pull my damn self out of the void to haunt your asses.

Watch out for Sammy for me. Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. And tell him to get a haircut.

Watch out for Cas. Don't let him do anything stupid either. But still mess with him sometimes, too. He's still got a stick up his ass.

Take care of yourself. Move on. Find someone who's actually worth your time now that you're not stuck with me. Just don't be alone, okay? No one should be alone. And don't do anything stupid, either. Don't try to bring me back. I don't want that.

I love you so much, and I don't say it as much as I should. Tell Sam and Cas I love them too, because God knows...well, you know what I mean...I can't say it to their faces. Too much of a chick flick moment. Soppy crap.

But I do love you. All of you. And I hope that I can't miss you in the void, because I know I will if I can. I'll miss you so damn bad.There's no way in hell I can thank any of you enough, or tell you how much you mean to me.

Tell Sammy I'm proud of him, and I'm sorry he never got that normal life he wanted. Tell him he can stop hunting now, if he can find a way out. He deserves that much. Tell him I'm sorry I dragged him back into that crap, and I'm sorry he was born into it all, and I wish more than anything that we'd gotten normal lives dealt to us. But tell him I'm so proud to call him my brother, and I loved every minute we got together.

Tell Cas thank you, for everything he's done, and that I'm so sorry that I brought him down with me. Tell him he's the best friend I ever had, and I didn't deserve anything he did for me. Tell him I'm so damn proud of him, and I hope he can patch things up with Claire, and with at least some of the God squad. Tell him that to me, he's always been a brother. Tell him he's family, and he's earned that place, for what it's worth.

You are so beautiful, and so wonderful, and so strong. I never deserved you, and I don't know why you stayed with me, but I am so damn glad that you did. Thank you for making these last few years so real, and so great, for staying with me through literal hell and high water, for every kiss and every touch and every word you ever said to me. Thank you for being alive and for being mine. Thank you for letting me be yours because you deserved so much better than this washed-up idiotic alcoholic mess.

I love you, (Y/N). My girl. My babe, my doll, my honey, my cherry pie. I love you.

Goodbye.

Dean Winchester.

I GOT INSPIRED AGAIN

Mark was in the middle of cleaning his gun when Jack surprised him.

“M...M...?” Mark frowned and looked over to the corner of the room where he’d tied Jack down. It was raining outside and he’d taken shelter, dragging Jack along with him. They’d...or, well, Mark...needed a break, just for a little while. It was hard enough to lose everything without being out in the elements constantly for so many months. Jack never protested being dragged along. He never agreed, though. He never did much of anything these days, he didn’t even seem to be conscious of where he was, or even who he was, anymore. But that was what made Mark look in the first place, and what made him slowly put down the gun, get up, and walk a little closer. The sounds Jack made nowadays didn’t mean much. He grunted when he was hungry, or when he was being dragged. He snarled occasionally when he could smell other zombies, or, very rarely, people. But this noise was intentional. It was a specific “m” sound, as opposed to the usual generic vowel noises. And when Mark looked over...Jack was looking at him. Staring, squinting right at him, and he looked...almost curious. Confused. Did he dare to hope? “Jack?” “M...ma...” he tried again, clearly trying. “Ma...rk?” He could’ve laughed out loud if he wasn’t so shocked. “Yeah...Yeah, man, it’s me.” He paused for a moment. “Do you...know who I am?” “I...” He shook his head very slowly, shakily putting the palm of one hand against his face, rubbing clumsily, as if to get rid of some of the grime and blood. He still seemed very foggy, but for the first time...here. Present. “I...d-don’t...kn-know...D-don’t...kn-know...wh-who...” “Who you are?” Mark supplied, and Jack actually nodded. “Try. What’s your name? Can you remember it?” He spoke quietly, as if to a small child. Jack sat up slightly from where he was slumped on the ground, tilting his head to study Mark again as he thought. After a long pause, he mumbled, “J...Jack...I-I’m...” But then he shook his head. “N-no...S...Se...Sean...” “Take it easy,” Mark moved a little closer, one hand out, almost to pacify him. His heart was in his throat, and he was finding it very hard not to get worked up. “Yeah, that’s you. You’re Sean.“ He smiled a little bit. “Welcome back.” And he never thought he’d been happier to see Jack smile.

post apocalyptic mark & zombie jack –

   “C’mon bud,” Mark pulled at the rope tied around Jack’s waist, leading him away from the dead animal on the side of the road, “Leave that alone.” His friend did nothing but grunt and groan. It was all he ever did these days. Whatever had happened to his brain after the infection had made him incapable of speaking, along with many other things. He was once a loud, outgoing fellow with smiles and laughs for miles. Now, he was a walking corpse with lifeless eyes and sickly grey skin. 

   The best friend that Mark knew and loved was seemingly gone, but he couldn’t let him go. He brought him along on his travels day after day in hopes that he’d find a cure and bring his best friend back to life once again. He just had to make sure Jack didn’t infect him before he could accomplish his goal.

New. (A Regeneration fic)

Pairing: Ten/Rose

Rating: G

Light. Blinding, painful light. Burning through every part of him, he can feel it. In his hands, his face, his body, a burning. He's shrinking, stretching, compressing, every proportion changing, and burning.But he's seen it all, done it all before. He's old, impossibly old. But he's also new, untested, young. He's seen everything and nothing, knows everything and nothing, met a million people and not even one.Suddenly, the light is over, and he stumbles, adjusting quickly to a new body. Difficult to move, to balance. He pulls air into new lungs, his first breath. New eyes search across the room, taking in the familiar unfamiliar place all over again. But something's different this time.

There's a girl, small and blond, in a pink jacket, staring at him with wide hazel eyes. She's frightened, and shocked, and tired...and the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. She's his Rose, and he died for her, he remembers suddenly. He died to save her because...This mind acknowledges the feeling, at least to itself. That's different...He likes it. Anyway...he cares about her. He cares so much about her, and she's alright. Good. Job well done then.

Wait, wait, wait, he was in the middle of something. What was he doing?

He was saying something. They were going to go somewhere. OH! But he ought to introduce himself again, as he's changed, even if he doesn't quite know who "himself" is yet. He could be anyone now. What what he like? All he knows  right now is the Rose, Rose Tyler, is so important, and he ought to introduce himself.What if she doesn't like him anymore? The thought occurs to him suddenly. He's changed. What if she hates him now?

What is that little feeling? In the pit of his stomach? Is he...nervous? That's different. Nervous. Alright.

Say something! Alright.

"Hello. Alright-oh."He feels around his new mouth. It felt awkward, less room."New teeth, that's weird. Anyway, where were we?"

Dogs. No noses. The planet, not the city.

"Oh yes!"

His first grin with this face, and it's for her, all wide and cheeky, teeth and tongue. He hopes she likes it.

"Barcelona!"

is it like official that Engineer!Mark is Actor!Mark? bc like....i wanna believe that Engineer!Mark is just his own character. il ove his story so much even on the surface level bc it’s so fuckin tragic. this absolutely dedicated and loyal man, totally destroyed by his own invention, rescued by the person he always had faith in right when his faith waivered most. it’s a great story. like, it being Actor!Mark adds another level of tragedy i guess but i like them as separate characters.

hahahaha

WKM: A Closer Look At The Bedroom.

So earlier today I made my general theory post about Ch. 2 of WKM, but I thought I’d spend a little more time now on the bedroom we’re led into. Mark’s room. I’m gonna do what I did with the pictures from the countdown and discuss certain points.

Angle 1:

No. 1: Where does this door lead? Who had access to Mark’s veranda/balcony? If it’s not a veranda/balcony, then what is it? Clearly an outdoor area, but where outside? Is it the same balcony we’ve been walking around with the Mayor and the Colonel?

No. 2: The books and the envelope on the ground. One of the books is wide open, thrown down apparently. Was it being searched for information or did it fall open? And what about the black book, what’s in it? What about the open and presumably empty envelope? Was it always empty or did the contents get taken?

Angle 2:

No. 1: The bed is thoroughly messed up. Did Mark come in here to sleep and get disturbed, maybe get into a fight? Because I highly doubt the bed would look like that after a scuffle if he hadn’t just been in it and had to get out in a hurry.

No. 2: Another open book on the ground. So many books but no bookshelf.

And now, the table and the pictures:

No. 1: We can piece together a sort of story from the pictures, or at least understand that the Colonel, the Mayor, and Mark were at one point good friends (Why else would he keep these pictures in his private room?). But the last picture doesn’t feature the Colonel, so it’s from after the falling out. 

No. 2: The Seer is in this middle picture, hanging on Mark’s arm. The Colonel and the Mayor don’t look too happy about this. Do they not like her? Or are they jealous? The Mayor almost seems more nervous than angry.

No. 3: The picture of the Colonel alone, which we discover a few seconds later is the only broken picture, is turned down. And the placement of all of these pictures is very deliberate, laid out to tell us a story by whoever ransacked the room (And from this table, we can say it was ransacked. This is too cut and dry to be random). But why turn down the Colonel’s solo picture and none of the others? Was this done by someone who doesn’t like the Colonel? Or was it done by the Colonel himself, ashamed of what happened between him and Mark?

Overall, the room is curious. This whole thing is curious, and I love it.

Game Theory: The Secret Life of Markiplier

(I’ve no idea whether Mat and his team actually check tumblr, but I thought I’d put my two cents out there anyway.)

MatPat, I love that you covered this!!! And I think you did a wonderful job connecting, covering, and pulling it all together! I want to welcome you to the very specific subset of theorists that have devoted their time to decoding the YouTube-specific world of the egos; we have a lot of fun here when we’re not on fire! A request before we get into the meat of this post: Cover Antisepticeye? I’d love to hear your take on him! I reccomend you start with Jack’s Sister Location series from October of 2016, and go from there. And hey, if you want to collab with someone who’s been tracking all this stuff for literal years, I’d love to work with you! I’m sure tons of us would. :D

Anyway, to my point: There’s a couple of things I wanted to talk about in your theory. Specifically, I want to address Wilford’s role in the backstory of WKM, the cabin, the timeline, and the composition of Darkiplier as a final character. Also, bonus personal theory at the bottom of the post!

First, The Colonel (whose name we now know is William Barnum) didn’t kidnap Celine. The general concensus is that they had an affair, and when Mark found out, Will was forced to leave, Celine left Mark and Will, and Mark became reclusive. It was only at Damien’s urging that Will even came to the poker night, and he still had a major beef with Mark until he snapped at the end of WKM. Now, this isn’t 100% confirmed, but it’s confirmed that Celine made a decision of her own accord to go with Will (Mark says this in the BTS for WKM).

(...lots of acronyms today.)

Second, that cabin in “Go Back To Sleep” could be a reference to another of Mark’s egos, The Host, formerly The Author. More thoughts on him in a moment.

Third, ADWM is ambiguously placed in the timeline, as there is barely a proper timeline at all. We the theorists tend to believe that ADWM happens sometime after WKM and now WMW (Wilford Motherloving Warfstache). 

Fourth, Darkiplier’s composition, for a lack of a better term. Darkiplier is, canonically, according to Mark (IRL Mark), Damien’s spirit using Celine’s power in the DA (Audience)’s body. It’s questionable how much of the house’s influence is present in Darkiplier as a final product, but it’s clear that that’s where his powers come from. So, basically, the spirit that was Damien was corrupted by anger, hatred, and the supernatural into a being bent solely on vengence.

Now back to the Host. Can I also talk about how it’s implied that Actor Mark (your Character Mark, but this is the community name for him) has children? Who are they and where are they? Here’s my personal theory: at least one of those kids is the Host. Where would he get his powers other than from the house? Perhaps his need to be a famous author came from a need to be acknowledged by an absent asshole father. And then maybe let’s take it a step further: how did the Author lose his eyes and become the Host, and how did he join Ego Inc? Maybe a vengeful evil spirit made a deal with him to finally get the attention he craves, and that spirit gets his power on his side?

IT’S SHOWTIIIIIIIME

So! What we’ve got here is a basic teaser trailer, but there’s so much more to it than that!

Let’s start with sounds. That right there? Air raid siren, typically used in high security situations or widescale emergency alert systems. For the sake of my sanity, we’re gonna guess that it’s high security here. This museum has top of the line alerts, not just the bells and secret alarms of a normal place. Why is that? What’s it guarding?

That brings us to point number two! The lights. Clearly, we’re seeing down the end of a hallway, slowly lit up as if triggered by the sirens, but that’s a strange way to have your electronics set up. Why not have the lights trigger the alarm? That’d make more sense if it’s somewhere with secure access: you have to turn on the lights the right way or the sirens cut on and you’re busted. It’s weird to me. Someone got a good idea as to why it’s backwards?

And finally! THE PICTURE. That very much looks like Actor Mark. But why? Who would go to all the trouble to steal a picture of some long-dead actor? Who would bother? Even if he’s still “alive”, why would you want his picture that badly? And more importantly, why is it under such high security? Who put it under lock and key?

There’s a lot going on here and I’m HOOKED. It’s been a minute since I’ve had something this interesting to theorize over. I’m excited to see what this brings. :)

It’s not about me. It’s about you.

Ohhhh FUCK I was NOT ready for that “01″ at the start of the timer today.

          Let Gallifrey Go             

The mountains glow dark crimson tonight, Not a Time Lord to be seen. Just me and Koschei left now, While our friends are caught between…

My head is spinning

with these choices in my mind… Do I leave and run, do I stay and die?

What can I do, What can I say? Push the button,  Run and save the day?

Condemn them all,  All them but me? Why is it me?

Allons-y! Allons-y! I’ll just run away, I’ll be free!

Allons-y!  Allons-y! I’m not Rassilon’s devotee!

This Time War has to end… I can’t save them all…

We’re all just stories in the end.

I’d never thought I’d see the day It came to this… The Daleks and the Time Lords wiping one from existence…

I need to find a way to do What no one else is willing to, The Moment’s come, it’s down to me! Why me?

Gallifrey! Gallifrey! In the Time Lock where you’ll stay!

Gallifrey! Gallifrey! Where your crimson peaks are stained!

I’m the last of a doomed race Cursed for all of time…

I tried so hard to find a way to stop it all To be a hero and to save them from the burning fall… But now that’s over, now it’s done, now it’s all through! I’ve locked it all away, they’ll never come back through!

I’m alone!  I’m alone! I’ve locked away Gallifrey!

I’m alone! I’m alone! Was it worth the price I paid?!

I did what I had to do! Couldn’t save them all…!

I’ve said my goodbyes to Gallifrey…