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i hate the term proship so fucking much lol, how does something refer to both incest and pedo headcanons as well as just. like basic levels of enemies to lovers. its a word that could get hundreds of people to hate someone and run call out campaigns against them without even hearing out how theyre using the word. do i identify with that word? no i dont. but do i disagree with all usages of it and the decision to attack people based off it? honestly no. i really just wish everyone would leave each other alone to be in their own little niches dkfhgdk its the internet, you arent being forced to see or interact with every person online

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i'd get crucified on twitter for some of the shit ive put alex kralie through djhgdkjgf

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The httyd la was so good auagsuaushsjfj ill say something more coherent tomorrow probably but i really loved it and already want to see it again

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more hijack sketches ;-)

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Good soup 👌🏼

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hijack hand kisses or kisses on the nape !! 🥹💙 i love your art so much btw it's so good aaaa

nape kiss

Jack is typically associated as being the goofster but I really love the idea of his playfulness rubbing off on Hiccup at unexpected times! (Jack gets a kick out of it.)

thank you so much! ;;

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Will you work with marble hornets again?

i barely know him!

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Day and Night Song

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makes my timlex plushies kiss but tims fuckass cigarette keeps getting in the way. god.

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They're two weeks into shooting Alex's god awful movie, and Tim doesn't have a ride home. His cars in the shop, and Brian took him out to the shooting location, but he had to leave early for work, and Tim had been in the middle of a scene and...

Well. The details and excuses didn't really matter. He didn't have a ride, so his choices were either to walk or get a ride from Alex or Jay.

"I'm sorry," Jay says. "I took my bike, so.."

Tim rubs a hand down his face. "That's fine."

"You can ask Alex! He hasn't left yet!" Jay suggests, pointing to where Alex is carefully loading equipment into the trunk of his truck.

"Yep. Guess I will." It was a twenty minute drive. Could he tolerate Alex for that long? Or would it end early with him jumping out of the passenger side and onto the road?

"Let me guess," Alex says when Tim begrudgingly approaches him. "You want a critique on your performance today?"

Tim grits his teeth. "No." He barely resists rolling his eyes. "I, uh, need a ride home. Brian was, and he left."

"I see." Alex shuts the trunk with a slam, and pushes his glasses up his nose. "Yeah, alright. Get in."

Alex drives fast. He brakes too harshly at stop signs and red lights. He has this CD playing that's, frustratingly, Tim's same taste in music, and he taps his fingers against the steering wheel as he drives. He refuses to ask what band it is, knowing that Alex will lord that over his head next time Tim complains about anything during a shoot.

"You wanna stop for food?" Alex asks as they near a stretch of fast food joints. And well, it was a long day, so maybe Tim can't be faulted too much when he sighs out a yes. Alex does a stupid little grin, and turns sharply into one of the parking lots. Tim jolts and grabs onto the seat so he doesn't rock into the door, and Alex must find that funny, because he laughs.

They get burgers and eat in the parking lot, silent and hungry and listening to Alex's music. The sun is past setting, the sky a dark blue, except for where its teal and thinly yellow. The big light poles in the parking lot cast a much stronger yellow across Alex's features. Its easier to share his company without the pressure of Alex directing Tim's every action, Tim thinks.

"I need you tomorrow," Alex says. "For a scene with Sarah. Did you get my email about it?"

No, he hadn't seen that. "Yeah," he says. "I'll be there." He'd check it tonight. Alex was excruciatingly thorough with details. Anything he needed to know would be included in the email, he bets.

Alex fixes him with a look. "Bring that, uh... jacket again. The leather one. I think your character would wear it."

"Okay," he says. He has no idea where that jacket is, but he'll look for it tonight. "I'm gonna kill you if you make me wear it out in the sun for five hours again, though."

Alex's eyes go wide, and for a second, Tim thinks that joke might have been too much, but then Alex does this.... weird.. thing. He does a kind of snort-laugh, that makes his whole face scrunch up, makes him sound a little breathless afterward. And it rings through Tim's head so strongly that he nearly misses what Alex says next.

"Oh, boohoo. Don't get Jay to help you dig the grave, he has weak arms."

Tim lets out a sort of startled, confused laugh. Was Alex.... joking with him?

"Who says I need Jay's help? I'll dig it myself." Albeit, they were joking about him murdering Alex, but that was kind of.. well, it was something, right? They hadn't spoken so easily since Tim's audition.

"I don't know, you might get tired. I'm pretty tall, it'd take a while to dig out," Alex says, something braggy in his tone.

"Pretty tall, huh?" Tim does roll his eyes then. "Well I'm pretty strong. I think I can handle it."

"Oh, can you?" Alex teases, leaning forward to smirk at him. And the weirdest thing happens. Tim gets this vivid, scary image in his head suddenly, of grabbing Alex's stupid face and kissing him. The shock of that image must do something to his own face, because Alex's brows crease (kissably) and he looks confused. "What?"

"Nothing," Tim says too quickly. "Idiot."

Alex scoffs. "Dumbass."

And Tim laughs, too fast again, and looks away, because looking at Alex is weird now. It makes his stomach flip over now that he imagines arguments turning into banter turning into kissing Alex senseless.

"Well, lets get going, I guess," Alex says, wiping his hands on his jeans. Tim watches the motion too closely, and then looks away sharply. Shit. Shit.

Surely this won't have any consequences.

(Spoiler: it definitely will.)

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[throws dart at the wall] today my hyperfixation for the next hour will be..... hiccup? but im writing my jayvik fanficiton right now. that cant be right. [throws second dart] timlex???? enough that i wrote a whole drabble last night? no, but im writing my jayvik fanfiction still!!! [throws third dart] KIRIBAKU????? STOP

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I'm never going to pretend that it isn't peak internet culture, and peak culture in general

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I know ive posted this exact thought before but literally. Alex had the fattest unspoken crush on Tim literally since auditions. Like Tim walks in all slouchy and mysterious and cool with dark hair dark eyes and sideburns, some friend of Brians Alex had never met before. Alex convinces him to audition, finds out he smokes and immediately is just.

“Okay Tim! 😄 Im gonna have you read for the part of the cool mysterious hot sexy bad boy best friend of Brian he usually smokes and wear leather jackets and hes really cool and hot and mysterious really attractive and sexy I think you could play him I bet”

NO FR FAGGOT BEHAVIOR he didnt hear a word of tims audition he was busy planning their wedding

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alex has tim wear a leather jacket for a scene in marble hornets and it's definitely just for the movie and theres no ulterior motive

alex (drooling): yeah uh can we run the scene again im just not really feeling it youre not convincing me

tim, the only cast member who got called in on a saturday for reshoots and has been standing in the alabama sun in black leather for at least a half hour: did i piss you off or something

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looking at an old timlex ask i answered and like......... thinking about something i pointed out which was like they wouldn't feel guilty about giving the other operator sickness because both of them already have that and liek... i was cooking actually. After marble hornets I feel that Tim would (obviously) feel insanely lonely (although maybe he's already used to that?) but he'd also feel too guilty to become close with anyone because he knows then he'd be spreading the operator sickness to even more people and like. of course he doesn't want to infect anyone else he might as well just isolated himself. Which would in turn make him feel worse and grieve more and just get liek consumed in all the sadness and stuff. But if Alex survived he wouldn't feel guilty about becoming close to him since... well they both already have operator sickness. hes not ruining anyone's life like his was ruined (or perhaps he was always meant to end up like this, the operator has targeted him since he was a little kid). in fact, he might be making someone else's life better. he might be making Alex's life better. fixing his 'mistakes' (he can't help but believe that's it's all his fault. of course it's his fault. maybe he should have just isolated himself from the start, no one would have suffered if he'd just done that) and helping alex block out the operator. And in turn, maybe alex would make his life better as well. he finally has someone who understands what he's gone through. It's funny, alex doesn't think he deserves a second chance. come on, he's killed people. and he thinks that tim should have just left him there to die. sometimes he gets mad that tim is healing his neck wound and oh so tenderly changing his bandages, he shouldn't be helping him. he should just kill him already. But Tim thinks that Alex (or anyone for that matter) would deserve a second chance in this situation. except for him. it's all his fault. if he hadn't made friends in college, no one would have suffered. god, how selfish is he for that? benefiting off of making friends while he's ruining their life by making the operator target them as well? how could anyone think that its not his fault?

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They're two weeks into shooting Alex's god awful movie, and Tim doesn't have a ride home. His cars in the shop, and Brian took him out to the shooting location, but he had to leave early for work, and Tim had been in the middle of a scene and...

Well. The details and excuses didn't really matter. He didn't have a ride, so his choices were either to walk or get a ride from Alex or Jay.

"I'm sorry," Jay says. "I took my bike, so.."

Tim rubs a hand down his face. "That's fine."

"You can ask Alex! He hasn't left yet!" Jay suggests, pointing to where Alex is carefully loading equipment into the trunk of his truck.

"Yep. Guess I will." It was a twenty minute drive. Could he tolerate Alex for that long? Or would it end early with him jumping out of the passenger side and onto the road?

"Let me guess," Alex says when Tim begrudgingly approaches him. "You want a critique on your performance today?"

Tim grits his teeth. "No." He barely resists rolling his eyes. "I, uh, need a ride home. Brian was, and he left."

"I see." Alex shuts the trunk with a slam, and pushes his glasses up his nose. "Yeah, alright. Get in."

Alex drives fast. He brakes too harshly at stop signs and red lights. He has this CD playing that's, frustratingly, Tim's same taste in music, and he taps his fingers against the steering wheel as he drives. He refuses to ask what band it is, knowing that Alex will lord that over his head next time Tim complains about anything during a shoot.

"You wanna stop for food?" Alex asks as they near a stretch of fast food joints. And well, it was a long day, so maybe Tim can't be faulted too much when he sighs out a yes. Alex does a stupid little grin, and turns sharply into one of the parking lots. Tim jolts and grabs onto the seat so he doesn't rock into the door, and Alex must find that funny, because he laughs.

They get burgers and eat in the parking lot, silent and hungry and listening to Alex's music. The sun is past setting, the sky a dark blue, except for where its teal and thinly yellow. The big light poles in the parking lot cast a much stronger yellow across Alex's features. Its easier to share his company without the pressure of Alex directing Tim's every action, Tim thinks.

"I need you tomorrow," Alex says. "For a scene with Sarah. Did you get my email about it?"

No, he hadn't seen that. "Yeah," he says. "I'll be there." He'd check it tonight. Alex was excruciatingly thorough with details. Anything he needed to know would be included in the email, he bets.

Alex fixes him with a look. "Bring that, uh... jacket again. The leather one. I think your character would wear it."

"Okay," he says. He has no idea where that jacket is, but he'll look for it tonight. "I'm gonna kill you if you make me wear it out in the sun for five hours again, though."

Alex's eyes go wide, and for a second, Tim thinks that joke might have been too much, but then Alex does this.... weird.. thing. He does a kind of snort-laugh, that makes his whole face scrunch up, makes him sound a little breathless afterward. And it rings through Tim's head so strongly that he nearly misses what Alex says next.

"Oh, boohoo. Don't get Jay to help you dig the grave, he has weak arms."

Tim lets out a sort of startled, confused laugh. Was Alex.... joking with him?

"Who says I need Jay's help? I'll dig it myself." Albeit, they were joking about him murdering Alex, but that was kind of.. well, it was something, right? They hadn't spoken so easily since Tim's audition.

"I don't know, you might get tired. I'm pretty tall, it'd take a while to dig out," Alex says, something braggy in his tone.

"Pretty tall, huh?" Tim does roll his eyes then. "Well I'm pretty strong. I think I can handle it."

"Oh, can you?" Alex teases, leaning forward to smirk at him. And the weirdest thing happens. Tim gets this vivid, scary image in his head suddenly, of grabbing Alex's stupid face and kissing him. The shock of that image must do something to his own face, because Alex's brows crease (kissably) and he looks confused. "What?"

"Nothing," Tim says too quickly. "Idiot."

Alex scoffs. "Dumbass."

And Tim laughs, too fast again, and looks away, because looking at Alex is weird now. It makes his stomach flip over now that he imagines arguments turning into banter turning into kissing Alex senseless.

"Well, lets get going, I guess," Alex says, wiping his hands on his jeans. Tim watches the motion too closely, and then looks away sharply. Shit. Shit.

Surely this won't have any consequences.

(Spoiler: it definitely will.)

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Listening to my soft timlex playlist and just started immediately crying to a song, why do these two still have such a deep emotional grip on me