ha yeah i know it and i spent the last like.. hours.. looking at the code..
i have found so much
favicon.ico leads to the picture of the icon of the site, the M with the mustache.
i also saw a tumblr post saying that theres 2 pictures of a coffee shop and 1 picture of a white rose somewhere in the code, and i went on and searched for meanings.
“White rose: Purity, Innocence, Silence, Secrecy, Reverence, Humility, Youthfulness, “I am worthy of you”, Heavenly”
“The color white: White is associated with light, goodness, innocence, purity, and virginity. It is considered to be the color of perfection.White means safety, purity, and cleanliness. As opposed to black, white usually has a positive connotation. White can represent a successful beginning. In heraldry, white depicts faith and purity.In advertising, white is associated with coolness and cleanliness because it’s the color of snow. You can use white to suggest simplicity in high-tech products. White is an appropriate color for charitable organizations; angels are usually imagined wearing white clothes. White is associated with hospitals, doctors, and sterility, so you can use white to suggest safety when promoting medical products. White is often associated with low weight, low-fat food, and dairy products.”
Also; White rose (bridal): Happy love
also since a lot of the background is black i went to search for the meaning of black color and:
“Black color: Black is associated with power, elegance, formality, death, evil, and mystery.
Black is a mysterious color associated with fear and the unknown (black holes). It usually has a negative connotation (blacklist, black humor, ‘black death’). Black denotes strength and authority; it is considered to be a very formal, elegant, and prestigious color (black tie, black Mercedes). In heraldry, black is the symbol of grief.
Black gives the feeling of perspective and depth, but a black background diminishes readability. A black suit or dress can make you look thinner. When designing for a gallery of art or photography, you can use a black or gray background to make the other colors stand out. Black contrasts well with bright colors. Combined with red or orange – other very powerful colors – black gives a very aggressive color scheme.”
I dont know about you but a lot of these things remind me of the photo in the countdown page.
i found a link to a site in the wall of code but found this, feels like they’re trying to.. hide something??
i hope you can read that because i hardly can,
a funny word. enjoy bootstrap.
audio-player, it makes me believe that at some point there might be audio on the main markiplier.com site, like a bell dinging when the timer ends at 12 as is said somewher else on the code, on feb 14. or maybe something else?
maybe some static? hello, darkiplier?
makes me think that eventually there might be a change to your cursor which is on the screen? maybe it might change to a bloody one or anything like that?
maybe theres gonna be a thing that kicks people out of the site and only a number of people can join back to learn a secret about it? maybe people are kicked out of the site for a bit when they’re making a change? who knows
the same but a little different.
delete this? as in maybe delete the site when the countdown is over? or in delete features when you ‘removeAllListener’? im not onto anything but, detective samerine.
artistName?? excuse me??
m ore audioplayer,,w hy
more audio n destructor?? function??
who th hell are helpers
also does bg mean background bc
escapeExpression reminds me of like, changing the expression of the picture of mark’s face on the site, maybe it’ll eventually change the picture a little?
seems like its an important number since i saw it repeated a lot too..
i found a site on the original code site and it lead to just a blank page, on mobile it doesnt let you access it at all
makes me think there might be a thing to click on the original markiplier.com site?? like hovering over something and clicking it could lead to a secret?
amy nelson and timezones, hm?
that’s all i found now, im still searching for more and talking with my friends about what i find, im the detective on this discord server, hehe.
but uh i see your secrets mr fischbach, you cannot hide, you cannot run.
Warnings: Can’t think of any. Pretty much just fluff.
A/N: This is a real people fic but it is an AU Mini Series. Jensen is a photographer, Jared owns a bar and Misha is a doctor. It is my first time writing a real people fic in AU so lets hope I don’t fall on my face completely here.
I didn’t write this chronologically as I usually do. I wrote everything that the narrator tells us first and build the story around that. The narrator’s story can be read without the actual story and the actual story can be read without the narration. The narrator only actually tell us the things in cursive, the rest is Jensen’s PoV ;) Again let’s hope I land on my feet with this one.
It is written for @avasmommy224’s Birthday Challenge and Jenn is a total sweetheart who let me make a series out if this. The prompt is in part 2 and the acquired smut is in part one, I reused the prompt partially in this part which is the final part.
Happy Birthday Jenn. Hope you enjoyed it.
Thanks to to my fav Erin aka @blacktithe7 for being the rockstar she is and betaing this for me.
NO HATE AGAINST DANNEEL. I LOVE HER - THIS IS FICTION. PRETEND SHE IS HAPPY WITH SOMEONE ELSE
You see, love doesn’t always start with fireworks. Not the eternal kind. Not unconditional long lasting kind. Their kind of love never ends and do you know how I know? I witnessed it. I watched it grow stronger every day. I watched the way my dad looked at my mom and the way she would blush. She still does. After 3 kids and 18 years of marriage, they still kiss each other every day. Mom still falls asleep on the couch leaning against my dad on movie night. He still looks at her with as much love as he did in my very first memory of them, if not more.
Y/N did write her book. Actually she wrote several, and Jensen never stopped taking pictures. His works are displayed in various museums and magazines, but my favourite pictures he ever took are the ones of his family.
There is a staircase at Jensen and Y/N’s house. My childhood home. The wall is covered in pictures my dad took of Mom, Jaydan, Brice and me, but in the middle of all the photographs is my mom’s handwriting. It says “My Favourite Day”.
Wow! Yes, this is a short story because I really need this space to say… wow. Thanks for the supporting my others two posts, I’m stunned with your reaction. Thanks again!!
Imagine you being a normal girl, who found yourself backing up to Jerome’s speech on GCPD.
The bar was full that night, even if the Maniax attacked once more, now the police department.
“Hey, pretty baby! Where’s my coffee”
As I said, the bar was full, and “I’m only one, wait a bit”. My boss hated when I “do this with your eyes… roll them”. But when the bar was full (sounds like tonight), it was impossible not to do such mania. Mainly when the “pretty baby” felt like knives in my intestine.
But, well, the coffee wasn’t ready, the usual cops were dead (thank god) and my boss left the TV on.
‘You didn’t come alone, did you?’ Jayce asked, taking her by the hand and looking around as if searching for someone.
‘No, Rose and Tay are with me, they are at the bar,’ she said, nodding toward the next room. The warm of his hand penetrated her skin and started to spread through her body.
‘Tay?’ Jayce turned around to look at the bar. ‘The big black guy with bleached hair? That is Tay?’ He asked obviously displeased with the news. But he was the first to tell her not to come alone, wasn’t he? Confused, she nodded.
‘You just look at our boy,’ Blue Hawaii said, watching Jayce and his blond young chick from the balcony of the second floor. ‘Another place, another time, but yet the same old broad. We’ve got something here.’
‘Maybe he just hasn’t win his bet yet,’ Monroe suggested.
So, on Twitter, Sherlock is crying over the Rose Woburn 8 Wine dressing gown that Rosie spilled ink on. I know which dressing gown it is, but when I searched on the Derek Rose website, all that came up were silk pants……… I’m just saying………………
Astrid asked, her voice shaken. Her wide eyes searched the clubhouse. A panic
rose in her voice, one that he’d rarely heard her use, “Are you still here?”
“Yeah, I’m right here,” Hiccup
said. He reached down for her arm, and gently laid his palm on the bare skin of
Her eyes searched again through
the torchlit clubhouse, and her gaze settled in his general direction, although
she did not meet his stare; she couldn’t.
She took a shallow intake of
breath, and said in a voice that squeezed his chest, “Will you and Toothless
stay with me for a while? Just until I fall asleep?”
“Yeah,” Hiccup said immediately.
He adjusted his crouched position and sat on the floor beside her. “Yeah, we
aren’t going anywhere. Right, Bud?”
Toothless gave a low,
affectionate warble, and swung his tail around Hiccup and Astrid, and nestled
into the floor. Astrid kept her gaze on the ceiling. Hiccup rubbed his thumb
along her arm; he wanted to help her, but knew there wasn’t much he could do.
He couldn’t heal her lost sight, if her sight could be retrieved.
No, he couldn’t think like that.
Of course, she’d get her sight back. She’s Astrid; there’s nothing she can’t