narrated by morgan freeman

Internet security PSA: Do you have a Facebook? Do you even have an old Facebook you don’t get on much anymore but it still there? If the answer is yes, then there is a better than average chance that there are dozens if not hundreds of apps and websites that have unrestricted access to your personal information. When I first thought to check into my app permissions, I was floored to see how much information and data apps I haven’t used in years still had access to. Photos, birthdate, friends lists, statuses, the list goes on. Above is a screenshot of just some of the permissions I saw a random app I used when I was 16 had. Of course a lot of this happened in my early days of Facebook when I was far less careful about being safe online. We’ve all seen those little games and quizzes pop up on Facebook like “which Game of Thrones character are you” or “how would Morgan Freeman narrate your life”. Every one of these Apps and websites can be built by malicious hackers and used to gain access to profile information. And almost no one thinks to go in and revoke the permissions after they’re done playing. To revoke or limit your permissions, go to settings > Account settings > apps.

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( It’s at times like these that when I’m super proud of my writing I want Morgan Freeman to dramatically narrate it. )

( Hey Discord fam, you up for a dramatic reading any time soon? Anyway, I always love seeing, hearing, and reading the reactions of people after reading my work. Let me know of your theories and opinions! They always help me come up with more ideas and better quality work in the future! )

MINOR WARNING: Manipulation and hints to brainwashing


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The heart is something you can never lie to. Its immediate connection to the subdued corners of your mind force it to be a merciless mirror to your deepest thoughts. It is the statement of the rawness of your very self. The heart is an unchangeable, constant supply of truth.

That is, of course, unless Darkiplier comes along.

The twisted, poised behavior and the venom in his eyes always seems to confuse you. The nature of your being becomes consumed by the shadows of his intent. The intensity of him simply swallows you, leaving you an empty carcass of what you once were. When he is near, your heart doesn’t know what it wants. And yet when he leaves, you always find yourselves craving for his return. Why?

Perhaps when he looks down upon you with that burning carnal stare, you feel wanted. When his body comes close to your own as a grab for power, you feel needed. When he whispers sweet honey into your ear, you feel loved. But deep down you know it all means nothing to him. Deep down, you know you’re another faceless pawn. And yet even deeper down you feel drawn to him as if captured by some spell.

His presence is overwhelming, but you crave it. You’ve buried a hope inside of you that somehow he’ll treat you differently than he treats all the others. That you’ll see a change in him. Only for you. That’s why that cold thrill of excitement rolled through you when you saw the shadowed oily outline of his figure appearing in your room. Perhaps today would be the day he finally treated you differently.

His body came together like a painting. Fragments of reality built up his legs in glitchy tendrils of smoke, up his hips and swimming along his abdomen. Color began to leak into him half-hazardly, showing crisp navy blue pin-striped dress pants. His tuxedo was the same. A formed grey vest tucked to his chest was the next to be revealed, as well as the black button down undershirt to finish the suave of his outfit. Pale grey skin extended to fingers that were built and strong. Smooth flesh of the neck lifted to a stone chiseled jawline mottled by a scratchy small beard. Gleaming crimson eyes pierced into you through waves of black hair. The shadows disappeared as a man stood before you in his proud glory. But was he truly a man?

You could hear his voice begin in your mind before he even opened his mouth, creating an eerie echo effect.

“Hello, Lovely.”

His tone purred as he spoke, obviously admiring the way your body shivered and adjusted in response to his growls. He maintained plenty distance from you, and instead invaded your personal space with just how harshly he stared you down. You watched as he slowly rubbed his lips together.

“I know you’ve been thinking of me. I can see it there, in your mind. It’s displayed to me like thin glass, so easy to observe, so beautiful, yet… just too delicate to touch.”

You didn’t exactly recall him stepping closer. You had blinked your eyes, and in that small moment he had suddenly become much larger, abruptly looming so near to you with his hands relaxed behind his back. It startled you. You could feel your heart pounding as it vibrated against the base of your ribs. You tried to imagine yourself denying the fact that you had been desiring his presence, but some unseen force fought back, and blocked you from doing so. Instead, a distant high pitched ringing stood in its place.

“If only you understood just how futile your efforts are.”

He spoke almost affectionately, but as you looked up to him, you could see the malice buried there beneath his skin.

“You try so hard to lock me away to a place where I cannot reach you. You fight away my influence as if it isn’t exactly what you want.”

Your heart became confused again as it fought against your brain. Some strange thoughts that didn’t feel quite like your own urged you to give yourself to him. They held a desperation that you had never felt before. The thoughts promised that doing so would give you what you craved. You would become special to him. You would make him a better man. He would truly love you.

You suddenly felt warmth against the nape of your neck, along the sensitive curve of your shoulder. You realized that Dark’s face now hovered dangerously close to you, lips dangling beside your ear. You could hear the deep, slow inhales of him. But his hands remained behind his back. He seemed to almost challenge you to the game of cat and mouse.

“But I know exactly what you need.

He whispered.

“Every desire of yours is presented to me. Let me control those desires. Let me give them to you. I can offer you everything that your mind doesn’t even realize it requires.”

You felt another shiver. This is exactly what you had been wanting the second he left the last time. The thoughts followed you like a disease. The pull of his eyes, the sound of his voice. It had taken apart every aspect of reality and made it meaningless. Ever since he first came to you, you could tell you had been altered. But it didn’t matter. You had been made for the better.

“Let me in.”

You deserved to be his. It was so clear that the only true path and meaning behind yourself was him. His offers would change everything. A sense of comfort overwhelmed you, as you could feel the very walls of your mind beginning to break and shatter. His energy began to leak into you, like his very presence was beginning to drown you. You wanted him to drown you. You needed him to. You could see his canine grin in the corner of your vision. You was smiling because he loved you. He was smiling because he was going to make everything so perfect.

But something small came from the back of your mind. The tiniest challenger to the wave of power overtaking you. It spoke one small word.

Don’t.

You blinked once. Like a hurricane, emotion and thoughts returned to you as you gained your reality. The breaking glass of your subconscious hardened to bricks, forcibly removing Dark’s energy from you.

Dark stepped back with a grunt as if he had just been physically struck. You could feel the warmth of your own thoughts wash over you like a blanket of comfort. Your head was your own. You cast a glare towards the man who had caused you such turmoil, but below that glare was knowing pain.

Darkiplier didn’t look much defeated to his inability to claim you. In fact, he offered you a rather pleasant, amused smile.

“We’ll try some other time, Lovely.”

He chuckled, and black shadows eagerly consumed him from his shoes upwards. The last thing you saw were his eyes as his body was rid from your room.

You stood there alone, as your rage slowly gave way to fear. How long would it be before the loop would start again? How many more minutes of your untouched mind did you have left? You thought of your family, the family that worried so much about you but didn’t understand what was happening to you. You thought of your friends, the friends that had pushed away from you as your obsession with Dark became inevitable. You thought of your life, that you no longer were able to live.

No. No. You could feel it again, lingering there like pressure at the base of your scalp. It wanted to begin again. The loop. You were too exhausted to fight it. You wanted so badly for him to stay away from you. You wanted so badly to be free from whatever horrible trance he had trapped you in. You wanted to experience your own world again. You wanted–

The heart is something you can never lie to. Its immediate connection to the subdued corners of your mind force it to be a merciless mirror to your deepest thoughts. It is the statement of the rawness of your very self. The heart is an unchangeable, constant supply of truth.

That is, of course, unless Darkiplier comes along.

The twisted, poised behavior and the venom in his eyes always seems to confuse you. The nature of your being becomes consumed by the shadows of his intent. The intensity of him simply swallows you, leaving you an empty carcass of what you once were. When he is near, your heart doesn’t know what it wants. And yet when he leaves, you always find yourselves craving for his return. Why?

Perhaps when he looks down upon you with that burning carnal stare, you feel wanted. When his body comes close to your own as a grab for power, you feel needed. When he whispers sweet honey into your ear, you feel loved. But deep down you know it all means nothing to him. Deep down, you know you’re another faceless pawn. And yet even deeper down you feel drawn to him as if captured by some spell.

log off. close ur laptop. delete ur tumblr app for a little bit. walk ur dog. pick ur nose. make ur bed. organize ur movie collection. go on a hike. read a book. download the headspace app bc that helps me clear my mind. play paper.io. catch up on the news. find out a way to better ur grades bc theres always room for improvement. get on stardoll. watch chalkzone. look at kim k’s instagram. listen to some classical music. fluff ur pillows. make some guacamole. smoke some weed. organize ur makeup. take a shower. doodle on ur homework. take a bubblebath. find out if u can make home made BATH bombs. stop n smell the roses. watch something narrated by morgan freeman bc u can’t deny is velvety voice. brush ur cat. change the sheets on ur bed. throw out expired food in ur fridge. smile in the mirror. or cry. create a plan for whent he apocalypse comes. have a talk with jesus. make ur mom a card. look at hair color ideas on pinterestbc change is always a stress reliever. just settle down for a second and stop giving a fuck about ppl who shouldn’t be on ur radar. i say this with zero malice .. relax. 

Things Said on Vacation Starters Part 2:
  • “I can take a lot of damage.”
  • “I think we should go wake him up.”“
  • She has sharp eyes that pierce into my heart.”
  • “I think that’s called, ‘science.’”
  • “That’s not an accomplishment.”
  • “I thought he was gonna pull a groin.”
  • “Morgan Freeman narrated his own birth.”
  • “I think you just became an adult.”
  • “My dad had to mail in my rent today.”
  • “My kids will be paying my rent for me.”
  • “You’re never nice to me.”
  • “It’s that movie with that old guy and that other old guy.”
  • “Stab that crazy bitch’s eyes out!”
  • “I don’t know, I’m just speaking out of my ass.”
  • “I just thought of something— and I forgot it.”
  • “Hey, melonhead!”
  • “Actually, none of that’s true.”
  • “Him and his dog share a heart.”  
  • “I’d rather have wet ass than everyone see my wiener.”
  • “Maybe that’s why he goes home so often because he needs alone time to make doodies in the corner.”
  • “Aww [NAME] pooped in my room again!!”
  • “[NAME] is a cyborg.”
  • “My stomach opens up like a flower.”
  • “That Jesus is always creating trouble!”
  • “That’ll teach them a lesson.”
  • “Oh my god, it’s flying towards us!!”
  • “Are you jumping on the bed?”
  • “Those who snooze lose.”
  • “That was me. I did that.”  
  • “I slipped.”
  • “Why have you been groaning for ten minutes?”
  • “You’ve gotta be careful blowing your nose  because you’ll probably attract the whales.”
  • “Your dad’s going to go out with a broom and attack.”
  • “Speedos, though.”
  • “Good job, [NAME]. I’m proud of you.”
  • “Guard this with your life!! Well.. maybe not your LIFE, but just like.. guard it.”

me, experiencing early symptoms of mental illness: haha this is just something everyone has to deal with
Morgan Freeman, narrating: this was not something that everyone had to deal with

anonymous asked:

Okay....hear me out...but I have a headcanon that the porgs all sound like Morgan Freeman.

now i want an entire porg documentary narrated by morgan freeman

anonymous asked:

Every single Greek myth ever being read by Morgan freeman except everytime something gay happens it gets 0.2 percent faster. The videos only 1 minute long.

now I kinda do want Morgan Freeman to narrate them