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Ẅ̡́ͣͭͬ͏͙H͍̙̗ͦͫ͒̍͛̋̾̚Y̷̢̭̘̦͆ͤ͂ͅ ̸̡̤̤͕̗͓͔ͩ́D̝̤̯͒͋̈́I̻͙͕̥̲͋̓̂̈́̑̀͋̿̀̕D̳͚͚̠̭ͤ̌̇̀̚͜͡N̵͐ͮ̇͐̔̆͏̥̮͓'͙͓̩ͨ̂̈ͤ͡ͅT̷̷̤̜̱̩͕͕͓͕̣ͩ̕ ͓̙̲̥͈̠͈̅ͫ͒͑ͯ̚͘͝Y̡͍͈͙͚͐͒͑̔̃̈ͥ͑̅̕O̹̣̦͖͂̉ͥͥ͗̆͠U̵͈͖̻͋̽̐ͥͯ̓ ̵̤͕ͯ̀ͅF̷̑ͪ͂̊̋̔̅̒ͤ͏̟̬̘̀Ẻ̫͆̈́̔̔ͪ͒Ȩ̸̸̬͈̟̠͚̮̞͛̽ͣ̈́ͥ̒ͩD̪̹͇̙̈͌̃̔̚ͅ ̡̤͎̱͖͓̬ͮ̉ͮ͗͌̇̍̍͘͡Y̟̣̲͇̖̼̹͔͌̓͟O͉̰͓̯͎ͭ̓̌̎ͤ̓͠U̲͚̭͓͖ͯ̎Ṙ̛̯̣̞̦̮̔ͤ͂̀͢ ̟͉͉̟̙̙̔̽̈̔̽̕͞D̷̃ͯ͐̀҉̫̱ͅO̬͈͕̩̍͋̑̒͑̔̒̅G̡̩̖̏͋ͧ̿ ̷͉̖̲̭̭͈ͦ̋́͟!!

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what a man.

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Everyone asks me why I love this man. Honestly I have no fucking idea 😂😂😂

OFF part two [x]

“It’s so squishy squashy!”

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F*CK THIS GAME

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I laughed harder than I want to admit

We found Markiplier at Comic Con

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Well if you insist

Gladly ;) (please)

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Take Shelter* (Years and Years) x

The struggle of everyday life was starting to wear you out. How the hell did you manage to live like this for the last 6 years? All this mindless bullshit you had to rotate through every single goddamn day; it was all the same. What the hell was the point?

You tugged at your hair, feeling the rough pull of it on your scalp. The need to break something was bubbling within you, too difficult to push back down, so you grabbed a plate off the drying rack and threw it against the wall. You watched as the porcelain shattered across the surface, shards flying in every direction. It felt good. As you reached for another one, you felt a large hand close around your wrist. When you turned around, you saw Mark staring at you in confusion.

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When someone asks Mark how to do the sex..

Mark:

Me:

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“…It’s great when they do appreciate what you do, and no matter what you do there will be some people out there that do appreciate it. But frankly, those that don’t, it doesn’t matter if it’s your own personal enjoyment. You gotta take what you have, and you gotta, like, appreciate it for what it is and you gotta let it grow inside you for the personal growth that it is and not for everyone else.”

An important message and one that I think a lot of people need to listen to and understand (x)

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TWO PLAYER GAME

Markiplier pt. 1

Usually I don’t bother mark while he’s live streaming, but today I decided to hang around. He’d been editing and playing games all day and I was in the mood to play a game of my own. I crawled under his desk and situated myself between his legs. Today of all days, he was wearing pants much to my frustration. I huffed and he looked down at me quickly, causing a smirk to snake it’s way across my face. Slowly, I run my hand along his thighs and his knee jerks up, hitting the desk.

“Ah shit..sorry guys. Chica got in somehow. Just let me take her back out,” Mark says quickly, grabbing my hand and guiding me outside of the room.

“What the hell was that for?” He whisper-shouts almost immediately after we exit the room. I take a step closer

“I was hoping you’d want to play a different game,” I whisper back, kissing his neck gently. His whole body shudders, but he snaps out of it quickly.

“You know I do, but I can’t right now. I’m working.”

“But you’ve been working all daaaayyyy,” I whine, lightly punching his broad chest.

“I know babe. Just give me 30 more minutes then I’m all yours okay?”

“Fine.”

He cups my face in his hands and kisses my forehead.

“30 minutes. I promise.”

As he makes his way back into the gaming room, I set a timer on my phone knowing full well 30 minutes does not mean 30 minutes.

Since I have some time on my hands, I decide to get myself ready. I shower quickly and change into a crop top with the words “Player 1” on it and a pair of tiny spandex shorts that leave half my ass hanging out. I spray a little perfume on my neck, knowing the smell drives him up a wall.

The timer has about 1 minute left on it, so I walk back to his game room. He doesn’t even look up when I walk in.

30 minutes my ass.

I move behind his camera and he finally sees me, his eyes widening slightly. I pretend to stretch which makes my top raise slightly, the underside of my boobs spilling out.

His speak falters as he quickly ends the livestream.

“Fuck you.”

“I know you want to,” I tease, swinging my hips as I walk out of the room. Before I can process what’s happening, Mark throws me over his shoulder and smacks my ass hard enough to leave a bruise. He walks into the bedroom and throws me down on the bed. 

continued later. im tired

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Basically people who write smut

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Oops

Ok hey guys. So I know that I’ve been really focused on bands since this blog started but I decided to branch out a bit and open my requests to youtubers! I’ve been having mad Markiplier feels lately and I really just felt the need to write this. I know it wasn’t a request and I know it’s not bands, but I still hope you enjoy. And y'all should really check out Markiplier, he’s a gaming channel and he’s super funny! (and DAYUM)

**Smut Warning**

(You can skip over the smut, the rest is cute fluff)

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Me: *Writing fanfiction*

Friend: Hey, have you-

Me: NO SHUSH NOW I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH THE INSPIRATION FAIRY YOU MUST LEAVE.

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This photo KILLED ME and brought me back to life all at the same time CANT WAIT TILL 20 MILLION