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Antisepticeye Conspiracy

The Drama.

So has you know, recently antisepticeye has been flooding around the community due to @therealjacksepticeye ‘s  Bio on Twitter and Tumblr.

How to crack the case.

First of all, Just to make this more fun, try to look at jacks posts more closer to try find any more clues: Ear piercings, glitches, Words written with a low opacity. ect. In his Youtube videos, look out for voice changes or glitches on his camera. These are signs of anti.

So…why now

Some of you may be wondering. Why is anti here now? Well… Notice anything about the month? Its almost August… then September.. Then October! You get my drift? He’s preparing for Halloween! Jack is being REBORN so Anti can destroy him again for Halloween.

So… Ive read this whole page…. Who is anti?

Antisepticeye is @therealjacksepticeye ‘s Alter ego / Enemy / whatever you want to call him. He is famous for popping up in his videos at special occasions like Halloween or PAX. He uses the Zalgo font That looks like 



The first clue is that he wears earings. The ones that leave a massive hole in your ear. Second, He uses the Zalgo Text. Whenever appearing on screen, glitches sounds are heard and the jacks camera goes fuzzy with different effects. Normally his voice goes glitchy too.

Recently, @wiishu Re-blogged a drawing of “Anti Wiishu”. I’ve got a good nme for your Alter ego. WiishuWereDead ;) (Im not saying i wish you were dead or anything its just the name of the character fjaldsab)

Thanks for reading this long ass post! <3

Sns week day 4! Since I’m not posting a selfie of myself please accept this selfie of the boys. I’m so glad the sns fandom is such a fun place to be even after all these years.

The Habit of Planning

Prompt: During a busy day at Central Park, Lin mistakes Y/N as a paparazzi and he is not happy.

Pairing: Lin x reader

Words: 4,759 (brace yourselves)

A/N: I’ve been writing for this for so long, I’m glad it’s out of my head. I wrote the basis of the fic under the tags for ‘Monochrome’, and a couple of you guys happened to read it and told me I should write it! So thank you to all of you! I hope you guys enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

Steve being his SJW Brooklyn-born self.

Thanks Veronica for letting me know this one was yours!

“I’m Irish,” Steve said, “which means I’m very stubborn. And I was born in New York, which means I’m not afraid to throw a punch. And I was raised as a decent human being, may my Ma’s memory be a blessing, which is how I know which fights to pick.”

The reporter, microphone in hand, brushed his windblown hair out of his eyes. “But surely, Captain, as a representative of the US Government, this is a….polarizing place for you to be.”

“I don’t represent the government,” Steve said. 

“But you’re Captain America!”

“Yeah, not President America,” Steve retorted. Behind him, a tall, willowy woman snickered at the reporter. “I represent the people of America. In specific I represent the people of America who need someone who is too stubborn to give up and knows how to throw a punch.”

A guy in a Captain America shield shirt, standing next to Steve, grinned at him. 

“Do you worry how this will affect your image?” the reporter asked. 

Steve rolled his eyes. “Do I strike you as a fella who worries much about his image?” he asked. “Look, if you’re done askin’ me dumb questions how about you give the mic to the folks who actually need a platform?” he added, and plucked the microphone out of the reporter’s hand. The man gasped and grabbed for it, but Steve had already passed it over his shoulder to the woman standing behind him. 

“TRANS WOMEN ARE WHAT?” she yelled, and the crowd yelled back WOMEN! “TRANS MEN ARE WHAT?” MEN! 

The news feed cut out at that point, but not before the cameras caught Steve’s sign, which read KEEP YOUR BIGOTRY OUT OF MY BATHROOM. Tony muted the TV and glanced at Steve.

“You really don’t worry at all about it, do you?” he asked. “Your image in the media.”

“Do you think I came outta that looking bad?” Steve asked, curiously.

“No, but some people will.” 

“What do I care what a buncha bigots think? What are they going to do? I’m too big for them to knock me down and they can’t take anything from me I value. Captain America isn’t a job you get fired from; only way to lose that mantle is to walk away from it, and I’m bad at walking away from things.”

“Yes, as demonstrated,” Tony said with a grin. “Well, I hope you know what you’re doing, going up against The Man.”

“Son, I came out of Brooklyn,” Steve said, and Tony laughed. “We were born to fight the Man.” 

Imagine Jack running into Beyoncé at the airport, prolly in the VIP waiting area and at first he doesn’t realise she’s there because he’s very into his book, but when he does he’s torn because obviously he understands she might not want to be bothered but on the other hand Bitty might marry him just so that he can divorce him for wasting this opportunity.

Then he has an idea. The best idea.

Fast forward to a year later.

“Hey Bits, you need to see something.”

“What is it hon?”

“Just sit here and press play.”

Bitty does.

Video starts playing. Beyoncé is talking.

“Hey Bitty, Jack has been telling me a lot about you in the past ten minutes and I have to say, I think you got a keeper! He mentioned this song was part of a very special moment for you both, so let’s keep the tradition going!”

*Beyoncé starts signing Halo*

Camera moves to a nervously grinning Jack.

“Hey Bits, I hope you forgive me for not telling you who I met at the airport straight away…”

*signing in the background is interrupted by Beyoncé laughing but quickly resumes*

“I know we have only been dating for a few months, but from the moment we kissed I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, and I hope you feel the same. So…”

Jack shows a napkin to the camera that’s says, “Yo Marry Me Eric Bittle” on it.

“Say Yes Bitty!” Beyoncé whispers in the background.

Video ends.

And that’s how Bitty gets the best proposal of all times and receives a napkin signed by Beyoncé instead of a ring.

(For the record he does get a ring, but we all know which one he went for when Jack got on one knee to ask the question in person.)

(Jack will always jokingly say that he knew Bitty would never go against Beyoncé, so he was making absolutely sure his proposal was be bullet proof.)

I need your help


Hi everyone! (I’m actually really nervous about this.. but.. here goes nothing..)

I am in need of your help. I’m gonna explain why. One of the reasons is actually very sensitive as I would be risking my family and my own safety if I did so say the sensitive reason why I’m asking for your help. Well, I have a few reasons why I’m doing this. I would be fine with sharing it to any of you if you want to know, just message me. I hope that you’ll read til the end. Please bear with me as this might be a long post. But I’ll try to summarize everything as much as I can. I might not share all the details because as I’ve said, it’s really risky and complicated. 

But I can’t take it anymore, I can’t just keep my mouth shut and let life drag me down as the days go by. It’s really heart-wrenching for me everytime I think about my situation, my family’s situation. This mess we’re in is even tearing our family part bit by bit. My mom and I aren’t in good terms because of this. This “mess” is the root of all the disaster that’s happening in my family right now. Ok, so I’m gonna tell you why I’m asking for your help. I have some plans to help my mom because we’re struggling financially, and by struggling, I mean that we’re really having a hard time financially. It’s actually the reason why I think she’s depressed. I noticed how she’s been irritable and sensitive lately, she’s also a lot more aggressive. I honestly don’t know where it started but I have a feeling that it’s due to our endless problems. 

Then, we had an argument. I talked back because I didn’t like the things she said. Take note : I know she didn’t mean any of the words she said, she was just able to tell us such horrible things because she’s stressed. I know because I’m completely aware of what my family is facing. She said things like how me and my siblings are such nuisances in her life, that we’re such a huge “responsibility”, that she wants to leave us, she threatened to poison us so we’d just die. I have two younger siblings and yes, I’m the eldest. My brother’s 12 while my little sister’s 10. So yeah, I know it sounds crazy and complicated, much like straight from a drama film. I cried, of course, I mean, who wouldn’t? I wasn’t able to contain my anger because I was truly hurt by the things she said, that’s why I was able to talk back. I know it’s wrong, very very wrong, but I’ve apologized. I can’t say that she accepted my apology because now she’s being cold to us. Specially to me. She acts as if I’m invisible. She doesn’t call me by my name, refers to me as ‘it/her’ when she talks about me with my younger siblings. I’m doing all the work at home, woke up very early to cook breakfast because she won’t do it. Me and my brother were even late because like I said, I had to do all the work by myself. It’s really taking a toll on me. And the fact that she’s really mad at me hurts me more.

Just this morning, I almost cried when a friend of mine smiled at me. Yes, it is that hard for me. To see someone smile at me, it’s as if someone lessened my pain somehow. I’m feeling really hopeless that’s why I decided to write this, to you. I am in desperate need of your help. Any amount will be very much appreciated. I will use the money to buy a new laptop for my blog because the laptop I’m currently using is broken, it’s actually a gift and it’s kinda old but It’s about to reach its limit. It might just suddenly break again and I don’t have enough money to have it repaired, (I have created a new blog) and a camera (a cheap or second hand mini dslr camera will do.) I’ve signed up to a blog advertising company and once I earn enough money from blogging or any other online job I could find, I want to make a business to help my mom out. Please, I’m not sharing these details with you to act meek so that you would give me money. I can’t ask help from my friends either because they’re all connected to that one “person” who wants to harm us. My boyfriend is trying his best to help me at the meantime but I don’t want to ask any more help from him like money because my mom doesn’t want to accept it. I’m sharing these details with you to let you know why I need your help. :( But all of our problems have one root, and I can’t tell you that root (unless you message me about it, I’d be okay with sharing it with you) because once I expose it, it’s like I’m calling out to the person who wants to .. I’m sorry, I really can’t say it. I actually thought of making a video about this, to explain everything elaborately (verbally) but I can’t either. Because I really cannot expose myself.  My mom doesn’t know I’m asking for your help, and I don’t have any plans of telling her yet.

If you’d like to send any amount of money, please message me via Twitter or here (on Tumblr) for the Paypal link. I can’t share it on here as well because it contains our location. It’s just really risky. We can’t ask help from anyone in my country because 1.) It could make our problem 10x more complicated and worse. 2.) We are all terrified to death if anyone finds us. 

I will be very grateful to any amount that you’re willing to give. And if it won’t be a bother, could you please reblog this? Thank you so much! <3

When things get better in the future, I will make video about this ^-^

Thank you so much and god bless you. <3


They were all available, at least for snippets, somewhere in the two luncheon rooms. Billy Dee Williams, looking a whole lot like Chuck Berry’s brown-eyed handsome man, drawing a crowd and telling all the reporters how much he likes being with children because “children are the future”; Harrison Ford, his top button buttoned on his sport shirt, not at all like the sarcastic, go-for-it macho man Han Solo, in a corner, preferring the kids to the cameras, signing autographs, “Force Yourself, Harrison Ford”; Fisher, moving around the room hardly touching the floor, smiling and joking with the kids, putting her cap on their heads, blending into the crowd like a packet of sugar in hot tea; Hamill – the best of them, probably, the most giving, signing his name and writing a heart next to it, posing with the kids, hugging them, kissing them and telling the press, “This is the constituency of the film, these are the people we made it for.” - Children’s premiere of the Empire Strikes Back at the Kennedy Center, May 17, 1980.