i did some homework!

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*drops off doodles of the kiddos*

Darkiplier and Antisepticeye

Ok first of all, holy mother of fucks, @markiplier ‘s valentine’s day video was absolutely the best thing ever! (along with @therealjacksepticeye ‘s halloween video).

if you haven’t watch Mark’s video, I suggest you you go now before reading this post (if you actually even read it xD) because it might contain spoilers.

Ok so we now have physical proof of Darkiplier’s existence, just like Anti’s. I love how they both act alike with the glitches and all, but they’re still so different from each other. from what I saw with Jack and Anti, it seems like Anti fights Jack for control of the physical body. Anti was restless, he’d do anything and everything to take full control of Jack’s body, including killing Jack which is kinda what he did in the halloween video when he cut his throat. He just wanted freedom, and he has no problem in blaming us (the fans) for his actions towards Jack (“you all said my name”, “YOU” “its all your fault” “you all made this happen” “you could’ve stopped me… but you just watched as this happened” “now he’s gone forever”). He knows exactly what to say to make us feel guilty. that sounds an awful lot like a sociopath. I might be wrong but I just did some research (I wouldn’t be writing this without doing my homework ahah) and some of the traits are:

  • Repeated violations of the law
  • Pervasive lying and deception
  • Physical aggressiveness
  • Reckless disregard for safety of self or others
  • Consistent irresponsibility in work and family environments
  • Lack of remorse

you can see most of these behaviors in Anti. Antisepticeye is a sociopath.


now Darkiplier on the other hand…


from what I saw in mark’s valentine’s day video, Dark looked like he had more self control. he seemed awfully calm. he wasn’t trying to fight Mark for a chance of controling the body. he was waiting for Mark to actually let him in (”I’ve been waiting patiently” “he promised he would let me in again”) and this makes me think… Dark is strong enough to take over Mark’s body without actually attacking Mark the way Anti did with Jack. and Mark knows it. so he made a deal. he would let Dark get in from time to time, if he promised not to hurt anyone. obviously Dark wouldn’t keep that promise like we see in the 14 million subs video for example. now lets take a look at some of the psychopath traits:

  • Lack of guilt/remorse
  • Lack of empathy
  • Lack of deep emotional attachments
  • Narcissism
  • Superficial charm
  • Dishonesty
  • Manipulativeness
  • Reckless risk-taking

I don’t know about you but these scream Darkiplier to me. you can see how emotionally detached he is from us. he just wants to toy with our emotions. this is all but a game to him. and he doesn’t care about the consequences (”take your pick. anything of four different choices”, “and lets see how far down this rabbit hole really goes” “so take your pick. show me what you got”, “and maybe we’ll have a good date after all”). he gives us a sense of security and happiness(?) (”if dinner is what you want, then I can provide”, “and I can take you to wherever you’d like to go”), only to be crushed by a statement that makes us fear for our own life (”I can specially take you to places where you DON’T want to go”), leaving us on the edge. he makes us think he actually cares about us (”I’ve been waiting a long time to get some personal space between us”), when he actually just wants to hurt us (”THERE’S NOTHING YOU OR HE CAN DO TO STOP ME”, “youre never, ever going to escape me”).

and if you notice, after you’ve chosen who to kill, you’ll see that if you choose the left option, Mark looks so worried and empathetic over us, trying to reassure us… after all we just killed someone and he’s worried about us (compared to the Mark we’re left with, if you choose the right option). at the end, it turns out we killed the wrong Mark, and we’re left with Dark in front of us. for a second we believed we killed the right Mark, seeing how calm and not evil M(D)ark was acting towards us. that is manipulation. Dark made us believe we were safe now, that we made the right choice, only to crush that sense of safeness right when we were starting to get confortable and at peace (”oops… looks like you made the wrong choice”, “but now we’re going to be together…. forever”)

I strongly believe Darkiplier is a psychopath and Antisepticeye is a sociopath. they both act differently towards Jack and Mark and their fans, but at the same time, in a very similar way. I believe the reason Anti is so glitchy and Dark is so “HD quality” (xD) is because Anti forced his way into Jack and obviously thats gonna leave some damage, while Dark waited (im)patiently for his turn to take over the body.


I just want to congratulate @therealjacksepticeye and @markiplier for portraying these characters, made up by the fans, so unbelievably well, and thank them for taking their time to make something, created by the community, come true like this. you guys are amazing.


this is just my theory, if you disagree or have something to say, I’d be more than happy to hear your theories, but don’t be rude or anything.

also, if you read this giant post till the end, thank you so much for taking your time to do so :) sorry if this was a bit confusing xD 

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edit: if you want a bit more input on their disorders, take a look at this post

please, I would love to hear your opinions on it

we know the game

on Ao3

nothing like some good old fashioned nonsense

this is basically crack. right well, i should stop writing after 11pm

enjoy~


Marinette has a few rules when it comes to her partner.

  1. Don’t let him take patrols on his own. He’ll fall asleep on a random rooftop somewhere because he likes to stay out until the break of dawn, watching over the city as it sleeps.
  2. If he calls after midnight, always answer.
  3. Don’t trust him with gifts. He always goes unnecessarily over the top and spends far too much money for her (or anyone else) to be comfortable with it.
  4. Don’t put him in charge of food. For the same reason as the gifts, but also because he’ll eat half the food before she shows up.
  5. Don’t smile at him too much in class. Alya is getting suspicious.

But it turns out that Marinette has to add a new rule to the list:

  • Don’t let Alya and Nino plan anything for the four of them.

—«·»—

“Are you sure you can’t come?” Marinette asks, pacing back and forth as Tikki watches her burn circles in the floor from the desk..

I really can’t,” Alya apologizes over the phone. “We can’t find a sitter this last minute and there’s no way my mom is letting Ella and Etta stay home alone.

“Could you bring them?” Marinette tries. “Because I can just bring more food and—”

Marinette,” Alya interrupts gently. “With this last week of akumas, I don’t think my mom wants even us going to school. A park without adult supervision? No way.

Marinette chews on her bottom lip and resists the urge to ask ‘what about superhero supervision?’ Instead, she asks, “Are you sure?”

Positive.” Alya sighs. “I’m sorry, I really wish I could come. But you’ll be with Nino and Adrien, you’ll still have a fun time without me there.”

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Just like this whole week, today had its ups and downs. However I looked super cute and got lots of compliments. I did homework and took time to relax. I saw some friends and felt pretty good over all.
Now I’m just going to get ready for bed and not give into my intrusive worrying

Drunk me really likes to clean/has a natural tendency to clean and I think my calling is drunk asexual trophy wife, who wants to marry me

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27.01.17 || 5/100 days of productivity

happy chinese new year eve!! im so happy that it’s finally CNY because it means holidays but my teachers gave me so much homework ugh

i finished up some of my math homework and did some revision & also also started on my social studies notes today so yey pretty productive day so far i would say !!

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100 days of productivity day 32// hey everyone!! so one this day i did some maths homework, worked on my ILP assignment, and did some science and history questions!

i hope you’re all having a lovely day ♡

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09.03.17 - Thursday

day 37 of 100 days of productivity

i feel like I’m gonna get a cold so I felt kinda miserable today, however I still managed to be pretty productive. i did some revision and the homework for my history and politics class and tidied my room because it bitterly needed some tidying🙊

Day 2: I meditated this morning, and I washed my hair as self care so I could feel better about working. And I took time on my makeup. I might buy coffee today. I’m sleepy. I have under eye bags. I feel less anxious about the day and the week. I also did some of my homework due this week so that I can’t stress about it later. And I’ll finish even more homework tonight so I won’t have to worry about it during the week. And I plan on working at least 8.5 hours today because I wanna buy really nice groceries this weekend but still be able to save what I expected to!

Update I switched to a new drink and it’s less money so I can drink coffee!!! Update I hate coffee and I’m tired and my feet hurt and idk how I’m gonna do this
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feb19//11:19am

I actually started working at the time I planned, and I’ve got some stuff done! I started my calculus homework and did some reading for AP Literature. I’m trying to get everything I need to do done today, let’s hope I stick to it :)

Day 17/100 of Productivity: 26 March 2017
Kinda busy day today, didn’t get too much done. I did a couple of pages of maths exercises, some was homework, some was revision for a test next week, reviewed some science notes and wrote up some more agriculture notes - these are on the components of an aquaculture system for keeping crayfish.

Red Alert (James T. Kirk x Reader)

Word Count (1,599)

Summary: The Enterprise is nearly set to continue it’s deep space mission, with the construction of a new ship near completion in Yorktown. As the crew prepares for two more years of adventure, Captain Kirk and his commanding officers are introduced to some new crew mates as well as given a daring mission.

AN: Chekov will ALWAYS be in my fics bc he deserves it and I love him and don’t want to cry for 10 years explaining his absence

Also PS I’m going into the medical field and that’s just what I’m comfortable writing the reader for, because I know more y’know compared to like engineering not being sexist with like only women are nurses nah I promise

PPS the best friends name.. I know. Lance Beck. Lance Tucker. Dr. Beck. I’m so original………. Carry on!

“Fresh graduates and hand picked by Admiral Ta to serve aboard the Enterprise. The Enterprise! How cool is that?”

You stifled a laugh, resting your head back against the seat as the shuttle was slowing to approach the Yorktown entrance. After traveling for approximately three hours, you counted, the indication that the shuttle was near suddenly made the nerves in everyone spike. Except for your friend Lance, he embraced his nerves and used it to produce words. And wasn’t close to stopping.

“To be fair, we graduated 4 months ago, so we aren’t that fresh.”

Lance looked over at you, not at all surprised to see how calm you were but when your eyes met a smile was shared. It was exciting. After years of hard work, this was your reward. Of course, it was also disheartening knowing why there was so many people on this shuttle. News of Yorktown’s attack was known all over the Federation planets, and the casualty count was also a well known fact. When Admiral Ta approached you and fellow classmates, all the information was presented. Some turned down the assignment and requested to serve on different starships, and others like yourself were happy to serve on the USS-Enterprise.

When the shuttle began moving again, almost everyone’s attention shifted to look out the window, and take in the sight of the new Starbase.

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14th january 2017 // 4/100 days of productivity

yesterday (cause this is all from yesterday -the 14th but oh well) i had a football match quite early so i had to wake up Earlier to get some homework done, and i did! here u guys have some doodles i did with my n e w brush markers and my bullet journal eee ,,also!! i watched la la land and ohmygoddasfg

Lacrosse Girl (Part 5)

Summary: Being the only girl on the lacrosse team was supposed to be the hardest part of Y/N’s junior year.  Now people want to kill her.  Great…just great.

Word Count: 1450

A/N: part 1


I didn’t sleep.  Like at all.

I mean, how could I? Someone could come in and try to kill me.

And I haven’t mastered these powers so let’s be honest, they’re probably useless to me.

Around midnight, I finally gave up.  I sat on my bed and looked at my desk.  I tried as hard as I could to get the coffee mug to move.

I threw two people against walls.  I healed a person.

And I couldn’t move a coffee mug?

Seriously?

For hours, I tried. It was four in the morning when I finally gave up.

I did some homework, trying to distract myself.  It worked for almost three hours.

I then showered, got dressed and started making breakfast.

“You’re up early,” Grandma said, walking in.

“Stiles is picking me up today,” I replied, scooping the eggs onto the plates.

“And you’re wearing that?”

“Grandma,” I gasped, looking over at her.

She just laughed and continued pouring the juice.

“He’s just a friend,” I sighed.  I put the pan in the sink and grabbed the plates.  “And besides, he’s seen me in my lacrosse uniform.  Anything is a step up from that.”

“True,” she said.

We ate in silence.  I got a text from Stiles, saying he’d be here in half an hour.  I cleaned up and waited.

“Are you okay, baby?” Grandma asked, looking down at me.

I sighed.  “I’m fine Grandma.  Just a little stressed with school.”

“Well, you know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

“Yeah.”

I couldn’t look at her.

Did she know about my powers?  Was this hereditary?  Maybe it wasn’t, but she could still know.

Or maybe she doesn’t know. And if I tell her, I’ll sound crazy and she’ll lock me up.

But maybe telling her will get her killed.  I mean, think about how many people will want a shot at $20 million.

“I’m okay, I promise.”

She smiled and kissed my forehead.

“Have a good day.”

“Thanks Grandma.  I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

Stiles arrived a few minutes later.  I grabbed my stuff and hurried out.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I didn’t sleep,” I sighed. “But…I’m okay.”

He nodded and we started towards the school.

“You don’t have to go to school.”

“No, but I want to.  I want to distract myself.”

He nodded again.

“Listen,” he started. “I’m not gonna be in school today, but you can always call me if you need something.”

I nodded.  “Thanks.”

We rode the rest of the way in silence.

“You’ll be okay, right?” he asked, just before I shut my door.

“I’ll be fine,” I said with a nod.  “Thanks.”

I shut the door and walked into school.

“Where did you go last night?” Danny asked.

I made my way to my locker and he followed.

“Uh…my grandma called me. I had to go home to make sure she was okay.”

“We just…we saw you walking off with Garrett.  He’s missing now.”

“Yeah.”  What do I say?  I know I have to lie but what do I say?  “He wanted to talk but ran before we could talk.”

“Why’d he want to talk?”

I shrugged.  “Probably about running.”

Danny nodded and that seemed to be good enough for him.  “I’ll see you later.”

I nodded and headed to my first class.  The rest of the day was normal.

A little too normal, maybe.

I felt different.  I was different.

I had powers.  I could heal people and I could throw people into walls without touching them.  I was so different.

But no one seemed to notice.

School was fine. Practice was fine.

Everyone was still worried about Garrett.  No. Worried isn’t the right word.  It was more curious about Garrett and Violet and the whole mess.

But no one knew he tried to kill me.  No one knew about Brett.

I don’t know how I feel about that.

No one can look at me with pity for almost being killed.  No one can look at me like I’m a freak for having powers.  No one can steer clear of me because I could kill them.

I went home after practice. I showered.  I studied.  I ate dinner. I did everything I would normally do.

It was just a normal day.

So why did I feel so weird? Why did I feel like something was wrong?

I was just studying on my bed.  I tried to move the mug again but gave up fairly quickly.  It just wasn’t going to work.  So, studying is what I needed to focus on.

I blinked and I was suddenly somewhere else.

I was in the woods.  Why was I in the woods in the middle of a cold night?  And why was I wearing my pajamas?  Where were my shoes?

In front of me was a boarded-up hole, except a small section had been cut away.  I slowly walked over, put my hands on the edge and looked down the hole.

There was a boy, maybe a year or two younger than me.  I recognized him from the lacrosse team.  He was climbing the wall of the well, which was partially filled with water.

“Oh my God,” I breathed.

His head shot up and he looked at me with wide eyes.  And then he fell.

“No,” I screamed.

I don’t know why I did this but I threw my hand down as far as I could, like I could actually catch him. Well, apparently, I could.

He stopped just before he hit the water and just floated there.  Both our eyes widened as they met.

I glanced at my hand and took a small breath.  I slowly pulled my hand up and watched as the boy came with.  Neither of us breathed until he was on the ground outside the well.

I knelt next to him and looked him over.  He didn’t look injured.  He was just cold and wet.

“Are you okay?”

“Liam,” a voice yelled.

We both looked up sharply. There was Scott running towards me. Except he had glowing red eyes.

My eyes widened and I jumped to my feet.  I’m not one hundred percent sure he knew I was a good guy.  Well, then again, I’m not sure I’m a good guy.

Okay, one hundred percent sure he didn’t know.

He jumped over Liam as I backed away a little, as far as I could before I hit the well.  Claws came out quickly and I held up my hands in front of me like they would actually protect me.

Well, they did.

Maybe I should stop doubting myself.  My first instinct seems to be to use my powers and they seem to be keeping me and others alive.

Scott was frozen in place.

My eyes widened and I sucked in a breath.  That wasn’t what I meant to happen.

I quickly put my hands down but that knocked Scott to his knees, again, not something I planned to happen.

“I’m so sorry,” I breathed, kneeling in front of him.  “I’m sorry.”

“You’re Y/N?” Scott asked, looking up at me.

I nodded.

“Stiles warned me about you. A witch?”

“We don’t know for sure.”

“How’d you know where I was?” Liam asked, sitting up.  He was still panting.  And he was starting to sweat.  I don’t think he’s okay anymore.

“I don’t know,” I said, shaking my head.  “I was in my bedroom, studying, and then I was standing in front of the well.  I don’t get it.”

We were silent for a minute before Liam started shaking.

I scrambled over and looked him over.  It was just like when Brett was poisoned.  He was starting to foam at the mouth.

And if it worked last time, I hoped it would work this time.

I put my hand over his heart.

Nothing.

I furrowed my eyebrows. It worked last time.  I’m assuming the poison was the same.  I’m also assuming it wasn’t a one time thing.

“What are you doing?” Scott asked.  “We have to get him to Deaton.”

“Give me a sec.  Trust me,” I said, glancing up.

I bit my lip and pulled Liam’s tank top down a little.  I then put my hand over his heart on his bare chest.

My entire hand connected. My breathing stopped.

And then it was over and I was on my back, panting.  I hadn’t caught myself that time.

“Liam,” Scott practically yelled.  He was by his side in seconds.  “What did you do?” he roared at me.

“I took the poison out,” I replied, still panting.  “I did the same when Brett was poisoned.  He’ll be okay.  I promise.”

After another minute, Liam sat up and was fine.

“I’m taking you both to Deaton.”

somehow I was reminded of the post with the traffic light on fire, the caption saying driving school didn’t prepare them for that, and an added poem

“Stop says the red light, go says the green,
Wait says the yellow light flashing in between.
KNEEL SAYS THE DEMON LIGHT WITH ITS EYES OF COAL,
SATAN KNOWS YOUR LICENSE PLATE AND STARES INTO YOUR SOUL.”

and now the poem is stuck in my head