there are two heads of the table, and only one of them is standing.
i have no clue if anyone remembers me or anything, but i’m really back into mark’s content so i’m gonna try and revive my blog. at a different url obviously! i’ll link it here once it’s made. for now, my current blog is @kaylaylaylayla !!
now at @arinharin.
now at @arinharin.
now at @arinharin.
I think I'm gonna restart my blog.
2013 was five years ago let that sink in
PLOT TWIST: This was a shitpost made five years ago that we brought back in 2018 because now it’s funny in a different way.
My favorite Off Broadway Hamilton lyrics that didn’t make into the Broadway version
Bonus:
When someone attractive on the internet starts messaging you
The Assistant - Chapter One.
SUMMARY: You just recently landed a new job working with a group of strange (and nearly identical) men. You thought it would be a normal assistant job…boy, were you wrong.
WORD COUNT: 1,111 (lmao)
WARNINGS: None.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hey everyone! This is my brand new series about Markiplier’s egos. It’s a sort of choose your own adventure, so at the end there will be a poll on what decision the main character will make. Please read, reblog if you like, and vote!
To say you were nervous was an extreme understatement.
You were twenty-three, fresh out of college with your bachelor’s in journalism, and it had taken you a while to find a steady job that paid well and was willing to take students with little experience. Now that you had, you were starting to wish you had just taken that promotion at McDonald’s when you were twenty and let your dreams be dreams.
You’d already gotten the job, but you could feel anxiety bubbling up in your chest nonetheless. Your job would be to manage roughly eight men (which was not your dream, to say the least), and just keep them all on track. It paid fifteen dollars an hour, so you settled.
power move: put the fbi agent watching you through a series of endurance tests. stay awake for 72 hours. put obscene images over your webcam. chew gum really loudly next to your mic. they may have wiretaps but by god they won’t have peace
And most importantly, keep calling them FBI agents, that’s what’ll really grind on those NSA agents’ nerves.
THIS is why representation is important
What a fishfuck
(okay but big thanks to @lum1natrix for giving me tips on how to make the darkiplier effect :D)
The Assistant - Chapter One.
SUMMARY: You just recently landed a new job working with a group of strange (and nearly identical) men. You thought it would be a normal assistant job...boy, were you wrong.
WORD COUNT: 1,111 (lmao)
WARNINGS: None.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hey everyone! This is my brand new series about Markiplier’s egos. It’s a sort of choose your own adventure, so at the end there will be a poll on what decision the main character will make. Please read, reblog if you like, and vote!
To say you were nervous was an extreme understatement.
You were twenty-three, fresh out of college with your bachelor’s in journalism, and it had taken you a while to find a steady job that paid well and was willing to take students with little experience. Now that you had, you were starting to wish you had just taken that promotion at McDonald’s when you were twenty and let your dreams be dreams.
You’d already gotten the job, but you could feel anxiety bubbling up in your chest nonetheless. Your job would be to manage roughly eight men (which was not your dream, to say the least), and just keep them all on track. It paid fifteen dollars an hour, so you settled.
why does everyone sleep on the early darkiplier videos like mr kitty saves the world, error #53, and raspy hill?? those are SCARY as FUCK.