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fischyplier

Who’s That Pokemon?

I know Bob is out of the running, but I made these last night!

@markiplier

anotherdamnnpc

WE DID IT! WE RAISED 500K IN 24 HOURS! GOOD JOB EVERYONE!

DANCE PARTY TIME!

Also fuck you Tumblr for making me ruin the quality of the vid

gum-xx-drop

Y'ALL, LEMME PRESENT TO YOU THE GREATEST 2 MINUTES OF VIDEO YOU’LL EVER SEE!

This had me crying, loved this section with Ethan and Seán! “There’s only odd cause I can’t even right now.” Im dead 😂😂😭👏🏻

pooh-and-friends

RARE PICTURES OF EEYORE SMILING

castielsteenwolf

Good post OP

iwouldliketobutteryourmuffins

reblog for good luck and happiness

16bit-trash

“The comedy my generation is building their entire personality and comedic taste around” starter pack

sepulchritude

I’m willing to accept constructive criticism

slavery

Girls that always have something weird to say are sexy

markiplier

CHARITY LIVESTREAM is TOMORROW!! Less than 24 hours til we embarrass ourselves in front of thousands of people for the sake of charity!

We’ve got live challenges! LITERALLY CHRISTMAS! Special guests! HOT CHOCOLATE FOR EVERYBODY! Secret punishments! NEW EGOS! Live animal fashion show!

…alright some of that may be exaggerated…

…or maybe exactly none of it is…

just-shower-thoughts

The colors yellow and blue create green. Sunlight “yellow” and water “blue” create plants “green”

gentle-reminder

gentle reminder

i know you’re going through a lot right now, and i see you - i see your struggle, i see your accomplishment; you’re doing a good job

wlwaffle-deactivated20180825

draw women in post-apocalyptic world settings with armpit hair, leg hair, bushy brows and pubic hair ya cowards,, draw brown women/women with dark thick hair with arm hair and happy trails and sideburns and mustaches i’m sick of seeing silky smooth soapy clean make up wearing post apocalyptic dolled up women next to stinky sweaty crusty men with dirty nails and sweaty clothes and sweaty greasy hair and 3m long ugly beards

bal-lantine-deactivated20180730

or, if you must depict women maintaining that shit, at least be interesting about it. I can actually buy someone shaving/putting on makeup if that’s their way of coping, something they do to tether themselves to the past or an ellusive feeling of normalcy. So show me the EFFORT put in, yeah? Show that woman risking a zombie horde because she spotted a fucking tube of scarlet lipstick and christ she hasn’t seen that color in five years but it’s what she wore on her first date with her now-dead husband. Show me the girl who is quietly starting to fucking lose it but covers it up with fanatical commitment to her appearance because if she gets these eyebrows right, maybe no one will notice how she stares at things that aren’t there. I find it completely plausible that some women would go to incredible lengths to maintaining their appearance, because they’ve been socialized all their lives to caring about it, because it’s a part of their identity. So show me how that part gets negotiated with once the world has gone to hell.

c3rvida3

Catch me in your local bunker doing a smoky eye with the ashes of my former life.

supersexygamergirl

markiplier

Journal Entry #1

That’s what this shit is, right? A blog site? Anyway I’m gonna start writing stuff to get a rational understanding of things in my head on paper. Or pixels. Whatever. You actually taking the time to read this is an undertaking in futility and I can’t be fuckered to care whether or not you actually do. So with plenty of further ado, here is my brain.

My life is in shambles. That’s mostly from neglect so I guess the only person I have to blame is myself. Regardless, shambles is a perfect description of the swirling vortex of chaos that I find myself in. I have no time management skills to speak of and even less personal hygeine. I’m so far removed from skin-care it might as well be called skin-abuse at this point. But despite my own inadequacies I’m gonna make an attempt to cultivate some sense of self-worth out of the travesty that I call my life.

Attempt #1 - Exercise. Been doing that shit. Got my resting heart rate down to about 50 BPM. That’s scary btw. My heart takes so long between beats that I think I’m dead every other second. But I’ve heard this is a good thing and I seem to be able to run 4+ miles on the reg now so whoopity fuckaloo I’m a runner, baby.

Attempt #2 - Diet. Fuck food. It’s too complicated. You are what you eat and I can’t stop shoveling dick inside me long enough to actually care. But at least I can log it. So I’m gonna do that. Go me.

Attempt #3 - Scheduling. Alright now fuck this shit right here. I can’t think 2 seconds ahead let alone a full day. How the squiggly tits am I supposed to think A WEEK ahead. Either way, I downloaded an app to help. Hate it already but I already hated scheduling so nothing’s really changed. The only thing I really need to focus on is taking time to do said shit. Could probably find some free time in between my heartbeats. Which is a long time now.

Attempt #4 - Lists should stop at 3. Listen, I’m gonna level with you… I wrote this line before I actually knew what I was gonna put here. I know the previously 3 attempts might make me seem like some overachieving douchebag (and you’re RIIIIIIIIIIGHT) but even I have limits. So let’s just all pretend I put something profound on this line and move on with our days.

Well that was painful. Also I slept like shit last night. Still reeling from time-traveling over the Pacific Ocean. Australia was fun but oof ow my jet lag. But that’s not why I slept like shit. I couldn’t sleep because Henry kept waking up to shoot liquid poopy out every 2 hours. He’s a good boy though and woke us up every time he needed to go outside. What a good boy. What a good poopy boy.

Much love. Stay woke. Poop well.

-Mark