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blametheeditor · 1 year

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THE ANIMATRONICS MUST INTERACT WITH THINE TINIES!!! THEY MUST! FOR CHAAAAOOOOSSS!!!!

CHAOS FEDDY

They must!!!

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of death. Mentions of murder.

It's a good day when there's chaos

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“I found Eggs, Fred!”

“Freddy, Bonnie,” was the immediate gentle reminder as the purple bunny gives a confused look. “You’ll scare Eggs to death thinking Funtime Freddy’s here.”

That earns him an eyeroll. “The fucker’s fine.”

“I’ll tell Mike!” suddenly pipes up from the paw being held protectively, Bonnie tensing before sending a fierce glare to seeming nothing.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me, bitch.”

“Alright,” Freddy snaps, gently shoving his friend toward the office. He breathes in relief after finally catching sight of the blond hair, hearing the voice and seeing the man unharmed two different things. “You can piss each other off after everyone’s no longer three inches tall.”

Because Golden thought it’d be a great idea to shrink the guards during a regular Friday night. And not while they’re all together in the main. Oh no, the sadistic asshole waited until everyone was in separate rooms doing things you shouldn’t do if you’re about to get shrunk.

Fritz had been in the kitchen and nearly drowned in the soapy water as he cleaned the dishes.

Mike had been carrying the tablet as he walked down the hallway and it was a miracle he wasn’t crushed by the falling object.

Freddy only just barely caught James in time after he hung from a shelf he climbed up to for five minutes until his grip finally gave out.

Of course, there’s always those Golden favors and ensures are out of harms way when he snaps his fingers to start an adventure.

Jeremy had been the only one at the table and was simply stranded on his seat until they figured out what happened.

Caleb had been napping in Mike’s chair in the office and hasn’t woken up once.

Scott-

Freddy slowly comes to a stop as he counts over who has been located. From Foxy snatching up David before he could disappear into the vents to Bonnie just now locating Eggs and needing to give the details.

Vincent didn’t join tonight. Which leaves Scott still missing.

“Freddy-”

“I know,” the bear responds, Chica giving him a look stating it’s a 50/50 chance for how that guard was treated. “I’ll check backstage.”

“I’ll check parts and service again!”

“No you don’t, it’s your turn to watch them!”

“Sure, give me the easy job. How hard can it- HOLY SHIT!”

“Foxy’s in charge!” is all Freddy calls as he quickly makes his way toward the stage, scanning the ground to spot any humans already so fragile ending up in his path.

What the hell was Golden thinking shrinking them? He might understand one or two to be teased endlessly by the others, but when all of them are, it leaves the animatronics acting as a safety net.

Animatronics who all stand just below seven feet tall. Who are experts at checking their strength when it comes to children who don’t even come up to their knees, but have never interacted with someone not even as tall as their fingers.

Not to mention, they’re notorious for-

Freddy stops in his tracks as the door to backstage begins to open, ear flicking because he knows he heard something.

“Scott, I know you’re in here.”

“L-L-Leave me alone,” has the bear wince. At the stutters that had disappeared years ago resurfacing. At the sound of sobs escaping. At the clear terror in the man’s voice.

“Scott-”

“I’ll, uh, I-I'll call him.”

Freddy nearly imitates a snarl as he snaps. Because that��s why they loath the man who treats them with the utmost respect. His clear friendship with a murderer who deserves death when he constantly attempts to deny the favoritism and loyalty.

The bear wants to spin on his heel before slamming the door shut behind him.

But that leaves the shrunken man alone in a room that has nothing but death surrounding him. With his best friend not coming because it was a threat to summon Vincent. Not a warning it was already done.

Freddy finally imitates a deep breath. “I’m here to help.”

“You’re here to k-k-kill me,” Scott’s voice wavers. “You want to. He wouldn’t...he wouldn’t e-even know. So just, uh, just take care of the others.”

The bear looks at the bottom corner ledge of the room’s counter where he’s pinpointed the voice. Produces a hollow sound of exasperation. Slowly walks forward before lying down to spot to trembling man with tears streaming down his face.

“I’m not going to kill you. Nor are any of the others.”

“I don’t t-trust you,” Scott murmurs.

Freddy hesitates. “What about Golden?”

That pulls the guard up short, bewilderment overshadowing his fear. “G-Golden?”

“If you trust Golden, then you trust he wouldn’t make you so vulnerable around us just to get you killed,” the bear explains softly. “He wants to scare you, teach you a lesson, but he wouldn’t give you up for one of us to just crush you without even a correct stuffing.”

A laugh bursts out of the man from the twisted humor of it all. And finally there’s a shaky nod.

Freddy doesn’t reach to sweep the trembling human up. Simply offers a paw that’s slowly climbed into.

True to his word, once Scott is situated, the bear stays mindful as he rises to his feet before carefully making his way back to the others.

“STOP GRABBING ME!”

“David, you’re tempting fate.”

“Then grab Eggs! He’s the issue!”

Freddy meets Scott’s look to silently confirm that, yes, this has been their entire night. A lot of guards wanting to ‘get away’, a lot of guards being poked and teased, and a lot of saving them from their own stupidity.

He’ll admit, his band has certainly been a little grabby, but David thrashing like an angry animal as Bonnie only shakes his head makes it seem like the business man had been attempting a risky move.

“Hey, Fred,” has both Eggs whirling around and Scott ducking down as Bonnie’s given a glare. “...what?”

“Freddy, mate,” Foxy reminds his companion.

“It’s not my fault Afton made more shitty replicas of us! We were fine with Fedrick and Bear!”

“Fredrick is Henry’s shitty replica,” Chica huffs.

“Afton doesn’t need to try and catch up to Henry.”

Freddy looks up at the ceiling. Counts to ten. “Bonnie, put David down, and keep your paws off.”

Bonnie pouts as he releases the human onto the desk, chuckling as David yelps from his sudden freedom causing him to fall over. But instead of continuing to berate the man, red eyes suddenly lock onto Freddy’s curled fingers, remembering why their leader disappeared.

He looks up as the bear shakes his head once, opting to simply watch as Scott is lowered to the chair Caleb, Fritz, and Jeremy have claimed. “He’s off limits.”

“What’s wrong with our phone guy?”

Scott doesn’t respond despite the whispered words closer to shouting than anything. He’s too focused on darting over to the guards forming a pile, latching onto Caleb as Fritz makes room for the newest addition.

Chica takes one look at the guard before gently pulling on Bonnie’s ear. “You know why.”

Mike’s poked in order to have their guard settle down after seeing Scott so panicked. It takes a moment, but finally it resets him enough to focus on the fact James is too close to the edge. At the very least, unlike David, the horror guard doesn’t deny he was being an idiot and accepts his fate getting tossed over a shoulder to be set somewhere safer.

“That was years ago,” Bonnie defends, his voice still kept hushed.

“You don’t forget that.”

“And you don’t forget we apologized. Because we hate him, not Scott.”

“Who?”

Eggs’ question goes unanswered. Not because Freddy doesn’t want to clarify for the blond. The same goes for Chica and Foxy. But they’re all too busy staring at Bonnie watching them with surprise before dread seeps in.

“You-”

“Not while I’m three inches tall,” Scott suddenly snaps. He doesn’t open his eyes from when he clenched them shut in the attempt to shut the world away. Frankly he doesn’t want to and see no one agreeing with Bonnie. “And not even when I’m in the r-room.”

“Need me to kick the fucker’s asses, Phone Guy?”

“Maybe later.”

“Can you avenge me?” David growls, gesturing toward the animatronics towering above them. “Foxy fucking hooked me and Bonnie’s somehow been worse than Eggs!”

Mike blinks at the business man. “Stop being a douche bag.”

Foxy snorts. “I think we grab somethin’ to put ‘em in.”

“I vote we call for back up,” Chica suggests.

“I think we’ve got it covered,” Bonnie shrugs.

Freddy looks over the chaos around him. Counts the humans just to check they aren’t forgetting anyone. “We'll just ensure to separate the trouble makers.”

“You mean Eggs.”

“I mean Eggs.”

#I hope this is enough chaos!#I had to stop myself for rewriting it all over again #but I agree we need more tinies vs. animtronics!#until then #we give them to Vincent #answer #Chaos Feddy #FNAF bois #g/t #giant #tiny #cw #content warning

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bisexual-horror-fan · 3 years

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I’ve been reading TMOMD and I’m not even finished yet but I’m already so attached to Amber! Can you tell us more things about her like.. childhood, favourites, other interests etc (whatever you want to tell us adjfkfldl)

keep bein amazing <3

Oh my fucKING GODDD!!! This is one of the most exciting asks I have gotten in maybe? Ever? TMOMD is my baby, the first fic I ever wrote a my first completed long fic, I am SO proud of it! So the fact you are reading and that attached to Amber already makes me so happy! I love Amber a lot and haven't yelled about her in a long time so I can totally share some more about her!

So Amber grew up in a smaller town in a very staunchly catholic family. She has a sister who is three years younger than her and they could not be more different. She has a lot of friends but no one super close, she was a generally happy and active kid, has never felt attachment to religion, so not her thing. Amber hated small town life and loved getting away to college. She had a fantastic time, loved exploring her independence, had a lot of friends in the Greek life but never joined any sororities, reaped a lot of the benefits with none of the responsibilities. She graduated with very good grades and got a job in a big city, her job is in the financial district, dealing with money and customers and clients, she has a natural aptitude for money and math and loves her work.

Her sister, Julia or Jules went to college for her Mrs Degree. Met a guy, dated almost all college, got married soon after school, moved back to her hometown and started popping out kids. Amber has never wanted marriage or kids and cannot biologically have them, her sister every time she sees her asks invasive questions about who she is dating and her future husband and family, Amber finds explaining herself over and over exhausting so going back to her hometown to visit family is something she only does for Christmas.

She loves makeup and fashion a lot. She is only 5'2 and pretty young looking so she loves very adult fashion that shows off her figure, loves makeup but her all time favorite are her heels, the give her some added height and she finds they age her up and elevate a lot of looks. She has shelves dedicated to them in her walk-in closet, some are super tall and out there statement pieces she bought just cuz.

One thing she loved about living with her family was her mother's garden. She has a massive garden in their backyard and she would lounge out back with the flowers under the tree, she would read or do homework, listen to music. So she loves big city life and her apartment but she misses that garden, she has box planters on her balcony stuffed with flowers and plants all throughout her apartment. She is an avid reader, loves horror media and movies and enjoys cooking, can make some decently complex dishes but CANNOT bake to save her life. She buys desserts from a bakery near her house to pass off as her own at dinner parties she hosts because once someone assumed she made dessert at her first one she didn't correct them and now it's been five years and she's in too deep to admit she lied.

Ideal date is hitting the botanical gardens, going out for lunch, some shopping at the mall and then semi public sex in the parking garage before leaving, she goes home alone.

Ideal Friday night is she makes it out of work on time, a quick bite to eat and getting drinks with friends/co-workers, then making it home before midnight to fall asleep to meet up with Freddy.

Favorite makeup is a good matte red lipstick. Favorite clothing item is her vintage leather jacket. Favorite pair of shoes is the first pair of heels she bought with her first paycheck, they are patent black leather and 6 inches tall. Favorite jewelry is the glove necklace Feddy got her, obviously. Favorite lingerie is this all white lace set she bought, she wore it only once. She wore it to the playroom and it was positively shredded and bloodstained beyond recognition.

Her favorite dinner is a really nice ricotta stuffed ravioli in a sundried tomato sauce with red onions and toasted almonds and grilled chicken. Favorite drink, thanks to Freddy is a really nice aged whisky, neat, also a fan of chardonnay and merlot. Favorite dessert is a fresh glazed fruit tart.

Favorite colors are red and black. Also green for obvious reasons.

Favorite sexual act is giving oral sex, she loves giving pleasure and how submissive an act it can be and how versatile it can be. Favorite postion actually is actually spooning, lot of skin on skin contact, get a hand between her thighs to play with her clit at the same time and kiss her neck and she is fucking DONE.

Favorite place other than the garden at her childhood home is the sunken bed in the playroom.

She is fiercely independent, loves her space and having her own life so her set up with Freddy is perfect for her. Also even though the extreme physicality is the basis of their relationship between them there is intense feeling there, she truly does love and care for him. More than she has for anyone else.

Thank you so much for asking this! Hope this gives you more info into our favorite funky red headed porn protagonist! Also if you ever have more questions feel free to ask them! I love talking about Amber and TMOMD! Also if you wanted to tell me your thoughts when you finish it I would die. AND YOU KEEP BEING AMAZING! ❤❤❤

#Amber Cottrell #TMOMD #BHF asks #BHF writing #THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR ASKING THIS #I LOVED WRITING THIS ALL OUT #BLESS YOU ANON #This made me SO happy!

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beetles-and-rock · 4 years

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Remembering The Roadhouse Part 4

Hey guys sorry this one took so long, but since I saw it as an important chapter I wanted to give it the time it deserved.

Also a disclaimer, I have tried posting this story part once, so if it comes up twice, that's my bad. I appear to be having technical difficulties.

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The sound of the alarm going off made Dewey hurt all over, but there was no time left to rest. He had to get to the school. He stood, and his head throbbed, his stomach hurt with a mix of hunger and nausea. Every part of him ached, and he was absolutely exhausted.

His weekend had only gotten worse. He'd gotten sick after getting off the phone with Rosalie the night before last. Still, he continued to work on the song he was writing for her until he finally finished it well into the next day. Ned had found him in a pile of wadded up paper balls with very dark circles under his eyes and, became even more concerned when it seemed he had no appetite.

"Try to get some rest.“ Ned told him.

He did try, but the doubt swimming around his head, and the pain everywhere else kept him from falling asleep. It wasn't until a few hours ago that he finally managed nap a little. Since music coaching wasn't until after the kids' daily classes, Dewey had a little more time to rest. Still what little sleep he got wasn't enough to make up for the last two restless nights.

Dewey wanted to turn around and crawl back under his warm comforter so badly, but he knew that if he wanted the kids to learn the song he'd written for Rosalie, he was going to have to have them practice it now. They only had three days. He fought the sleepiness and achiness, and got dressed. Since he was still so nauseated, he decided not to eat anything. He dragged himself to the school.

After nearly falling asleep at the wheel several times, he arrived at the school and went straight to work setting everything up as he usually did. Once finished, he walked over to the desk and leaned against it waiting for his students to arrive.

"Mr. Finn, I wanted to talk to you about the Battle-“ Summer paused as soon as she looked up at him. "Mr. Finn are you feeling okay?"

Dewey didn't answer. Mostly because he didn't realize she was there. He was leaning so far onto the desk, he was practically laying on it. Though his eyes were open, he was staring past her, unaware that she had even spoken. That was until she snapped her fingers in front of him making him jump.

"Oh! Summer! How long have you been standing there?" He asked.

"Mr. Finn are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah! Perfectly fine!“

"Are you sure? You look pale, and tired. And you have dark circles under your eyes. Should we cancel practice?"

"No way! I'll be fine, we just gotta get this thing going. Is everybody ready?“

Summer continued to look at him unconvinced. "Yes."

Dewey looked around at all his students, seeing that they had their instruments out, and were ready to start practice.

"H-Hey Guys." That sounded weaker than he wanted. He cleared his throat. "Sorry... Hey Guys!“ He said much more confidently. “Friday night is the big night! The night we get on that stage, and once again show em' what we're made of!"

The band cheered all around him, causing his energy to suddenly spike. That is until he looked at the papers in his hand.

"But today, I wanted to start off with something a little different. Now, our focus is still on Battle of the Bands, but I... kinda... wrote a little something special... for Ros -uh- Mrs. Mullins." He scratched the back of his neck hearing a few of the girls squeal at his announcement.

"I was kinda hoping we could play it for her... on a little date I had planned Thursday."

"Thursday!?" Summer exclaimed.

"I know it's the night before the battle, but it's an anniversary... sort of." Dewey explained.

"An anniversary of what?" Summer asked.

"Um..."

"Oh my God! Did you hook up with her? Is that how we got permission last year?"

"NO! no no no no no... It wasn't anything like that. We bonded I guess, but it was over music! Not anything... like the other..." He trailed off into awkwardness.

"Alright well, show us the song!" Zack requested breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"Right!" Dewey answered. He looked at the papers, and studied the lyrics growing anxious again.

"Mr. Finn, is everything alright?" Tamika asked.

After looking at the papers a moment more, Dewey sighed with a mix of frustration, dissapointment, and exhaustion.

"Nevermind guys... This song is garbage." He goes to tear the papers.

"MR. FINN! NO!" Tamika screamed. Dewey was so caught off guard, he could do nothing when Freddie snatched them out of his hands, and passed them to Summer.

She walked as she read them, and the paused.

"Mr. Finn, this is incredibly sweet. You can't tear this up." She said. The other students gathered around to look at it.

"Well that line's pretty cheesy." Feddie snickered looking at the lyrics. Katie bowed him in the side, and Dewey gave a little sideways smile as if to thank her.

"What do you think, guys? Should we do this?" Summer asked.

A chorus of "yeah" and "yes" erupted from the kids around her. Summer turned to Dewey.

"You've got your entertainment, Mr. Finn. Now, where will you be taking her?“

Dewey's eyes widened. “Um.... where?"

"You don't have a place in mind, do you?“ Summer asked seeming more unsurprised than he'd like her to have been.

"Well... no, I haven't really gotten to that point yet..." Dewey answered.

"What are you going to wear?“ Billy asked.

"Um....“

"Please tell me you've got other clothes than what you've been wearing the past year in your closet."

"Well...“

Billy rolled his eyes. "Oh no. There's no way you're wearing any of those tacky excuses for outfits Thursday night. I'll work on something for you.“

The thought of wearing one of Billy's "creative" outfits in front of Rosalie was a nightmare.

"Thanks Billy, but you really dont have-“

"Mr. Finn, are you going to propose?“ Shanell asked, distracting him from Billy. He was completely caught off guard.

"Well... I mean, we've only been dating a few months." Dewey stammered

"No way! Dewey probably can't afford the ring." Freddie cut in.

"I have the ring!“ Dewey blurted out a bit frustratedly. He realized quickly that that was a big mistake. Every eye was on him now, and there a warmth spread vigorously across his cheeks. He just stood there frozen, looking at them all.

"Are you going to propose then?“ Shenell inquired almost squealing.

"I-I didn't say that... Guys, we've only been going out a few months, and I don't even know that this relationship is going to last... I mean I'd like to believe she would want to... marry me...." He looked down at his hands as his fingers fidgeted. "But I just don't know that it's realistic right now..." He looked back up at them. "Regardless I want Thursday night to be special... very special... for her."

"Then we've got your back Mr. Finn." Summer announced with a smile.

Dewey's gaze cut to her in surprise.

"We'll handle the location, the food, and of course the music. You two just have a good time."

"What?“ Dewey stammered.

"Yeah!" Katie cut in. "If we can put together performances, we can definitely handle a date!"

"Guys, I'm only asking for you to perform." Dewey was getting a little overwhelmed now.

"Kind of hard to perform with no location." Summer pointed out with her arms crossed.

Dewey tried to say something, but realized he couldn't argue. She had a point.

"Y-you guys really want to do this?“ He asked.

"Of course we do, Mr. Finn." Tamika replied with a smile. The other students nodded and voiced their agreement.

Dewey felt a happiness and pride in the kids that they had given him mqny times before. It once again made him happy they were his. His excitement was renewed and his energy rising.

"Alright! Let's start with the song!" Dewey passed around the sheet music.

A few minutes later those familiar chords sounded throughout the room, and Dewey became more enthusiastic as he sang the lyrics. His opinion about song had completely changed it was perfect and perfectly Rosalie.

When they finished they moved onto their song for Battle of the Bands. Dewey had completely forgotten about his previous exhaustion. He laughed, and danced around playing his guitar even doing a short impromptu duel with Zack. Everyone was working hard, but having fun with it, and in Dewey's mind, they couldn't be playing more perfectly.

Six O'clock came way too soon. The students packed up their things, and began to leave. Dewey waved goodbye to them. Now that practice had ended though, he started feeling rough again. The exhaustion was setting in fast as he watched his students leave. There were only two left, along with their parents, in the room when he turned to grab his bag. Everything started to go dark. He panted and bent over.

"Mr. Finn?“ He heard Summer call his name, but it sounded far away now. He fell to the ground, and a sharp pain shot up his shoulder. The last thing he saw was Summer running toward him, and looking very concerned just before everything went black.

#alex brightman #broadway musicals #dewey finn #dewey x rosalie #school of rock bway #school of rock broadway #school of rock #school of rock musical

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wetookanoath · 6 years

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I’VE BEEN WAITING LIKE CRAZY FOR THIS VIDEO. Bless Freddie and Kristin for We Styled Ryan & Shane • Ladylike!

Kristin burning Ryan since the beginning is exactly what I’m here for. Bring it in, queen. Burn Ryan’s closet down.

Ryan and Shane look so confused about what is going on and how this happened, but they are here for the ride it seems. “If you got one of the boys, you get the other” I will never not love this. Also, Ryan’s heart eyes at Shane, mood.

“I can have the same outfit for, like, three days” FEDDIE’S FACE IS MY FACE, TOO. OH MY GOD.

“Do you guys wash jeans...?” “... What?” OH MY GOD, SHANE WHAT THE FUUUUUCK. YIKES.

“Like a teacher, a professor that thinks he is cooler than he is” Ryan about Shane’s stye. I’m living. Except for SHANE’S FACE WHILE RYAN IS SAYING THIS, OH MY FUCKING GOD, HE IS GOING TO DESTROY HIM WHEN IT’S HIS TURN TO DESCRIBE RYAN’S STYLE. Oh, Jesus, he’s pissed. “You don’t have to demostrate”, oh my GOOODDDDD, HE IS PISSED. SHANE NO.

“Aaaahhhh, sporty. Lazy. Trendy... ish”, “Those three words sound incongruous“ “Yeah, that’s it. He’s incongruous“ OUCH. But lmao, sort of. “I wear more buttun ups than you do” “That’s because I’m lazy” SHANE’S FACE WHEN RYAN SAID THAT, LMAO SAME. “I think you dress up like a teen dad” AAHAHAHAHA, YES FREDDIE, DRAG HIM.

“For the record, Ryan has asked me where do I bought certain things” “YOU ASK ME THAT, TOO”, yeah because that’s very important, lmao. This is the hurt ego video and I love it.

“I’m just trying to not walk on the street nude” SHANE.

Ryan has a katana and that’s everything I care about. I love it.

Shane trying to make Ryan talk about his guitar lessons and so, while Ryan tries his best to escape from Shane’s bullshit is the biggest mood.

Shane immediatelly claiming Ryan’s bed while the girls Suffer in Ryan’s closet is me every day of my life.

RYAN HAS 12 BASKETBALL JERSEY’S, I’M SCREAMING.

“Ryan is somebody who's afraid of statement pieces and you shouldn’t be afraid of the statement piece” I love that.

Oh, Jesus fuck. He really likes his sneakers. Oh my God.

Did he just said that he gave Shane those shoes he is ALWAYS wearing? The red ones? I’m sorry, this doesn’t have subtitles and my english is not that good. Did he said he recommended them to him or that he gave them those? Either way, that’s cute. I love that they really do match most times because they keep giving the other advice on what to wear/where to find it, or just giving the other a thing or two they nEVER STOP USING.

Shane looks enourmous in his own apartment. How the hell does this man lives? And he talking about his struggle to find pants it’s so familia. My boyfriend heights the exact same as Shane and when he finds one (1) model of pants that fit him well? He buys them in every single color he can find them, and sometimes he buys two pairs of the same color because he never finds anything ever. So yeah, I know that struggle.

I’m gonna say it. I love Shane’s closet.

"Shane cleary knows what looks good on him, he knows what he feels comfortable in, and he really doesn't venture too far outside of those bounds". I actually like the first part of this, “Shane cleary knows what looks good on him” because that’s true (I mean, all of this is, but this in particular) and I fucking love it.

Shane has an electric guitar in his apartment and I’m starting to think it may be his with how much he insists on Ryan playing guitar. I saw it first in one of Sara’s videos and my brother was able to tell me the model (listen, my brother is a musician and has 12? 13? electric guitars) and it’s a way too expensive model to just have it there in the corner. So someone in that apartment plays guitar good enough to jump to an electric one and that’s cool.

THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE IN THE ONE WEEK LATER JUMP, WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK. I still love every time Ryan calls Shane ‘big guy’ and I love he does it outside Unsolved, which means they do it just... every day.

Everyone calling out Ryan for not knowing what a french thuck is, aksjndskdjfdskdj.

RYAN’S LAUGH. Same, same, same. I don’t... really like Shane’s look. But I love the shirt, good call in there. BUT RYAN. HOLY SHIT. GOOD JOB! And also, I think we know he has decided to keep some of that, so that’s nice. I really like it.

“I think you are just not use to the fit” YEAH, WEAR MORE FIT THINGS RYAN, KILL US WITH THOSE ARMS AND THOSE FUCKING PECS, HOLY SHIT. He actually looks shy about showing off and fucking love him more for that, oh my God.

“Milky bottoms Bergara” Shane, no.

LMAO, LOOK AT THEM JUMPING. I HATE THEM.

Okay, night looks. Love Ryan’s jacket, it’s really a great look, holy shit. Shane’s look, NICE-- but it may be too much? Too much pattern? I don’t know, these girls know of fashion, I’m just a writer that wears the same thing all week, so like lmao.

Ryan feeling Shane’s pants is killing me. “They feel like home”, WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN.

“Yeah, I’m really tall” oh, honey. Okay, I’m noticing Shane’s arms again and alright, I def like good arms. I’m an arms and bear girl, it seems.

I love blazers, I love blazers on my man and on my girls, wear more bleazers, people.

“Ryan looks like your bodyguard right now” SJHFDSKJFH AHAHAHAHA, GIRLS NO. RYAN’S FACE, THO.

SHANE WEAR MORE V NECKS, PLEASE. God, I love that shirt, Ryan. Please, wear it every day.

RYAN DON’T DO THAT, OH MY GOD.

#buzzfeed ladylike #buzzfeed unsolved #ryan bergara #shane madej #ladylike #kristin and freddie style ryan and shane video #text #mine #text*#long post //

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emolise · 7 years

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Dan and Phil Games’ Channel turns Three!

Speed Paint: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5reE_X-eR-Y&feature=youtu.be

My first ever Dan and Phil art was to express my excitement for this channel- and thanks to it, I’ve been introduced to the Phandom. I’ve had my ups and downs here and there, but I’ve made amazing friends and mutuals through the years, and I can’t express my appreciation more.

Do Not Repost Without Permission. Reblogs are appreciated :)

P.S. Yes, I know- the first video was uploaded in September. Don’t remind me. The channel was created on May 2nd, 2014. All Games Shown: The Legend of Zelda, Pokemon, Bubble Bobble, Undertale, Five Nights at Feddy’s, Sonic the Hedgehog, Mario, Crossy Road, Kingdom Hearts, Animal Crossing, Katamari, Sims 4, Keep talking and Nobody Explodes, Yasuhat, Slither.io, The Mark of Oxin.

Do Not Repost Without Permission. Reblogs are appreciated :)

#my art #danisnotonfire #amazingphil #dan and phil #dan and phil games #phanart #artists on tumblr #daniel howell #dan howell #phil lester #philip lester

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maggieandthedragon · 7 years

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Our Lady of the Highways, Session 1

For those of you who wanted recaps of Our Lady of the Highways, the supernatural horror rpg I’m running using the Chronicles of Darkness system, here’s day 1!

Don’t care/don’t want? Everything related to this will be tagged #our lady of the highways.

Brandon Jensen wasn’t expecting this new case to come with three new squad members, but he certainly isn’t going to turn down the extra manpower, even if it required driving up Coastal Highway to the chickenshit little town of Argo Corners, Delaware.

Not even the interesting part of Delaware. The part full of tiny towns, peach orchards and corn fields. The part that you drive through on the way to the beach. He and Dani are scheduled to meet with their new squad mates at the Motel Lima, which upon their arrival, seems to be about as decrepit as a motel can get without falling down.

There are doors! And those doors have locks. And there are beds. And they have sheets and pillows and things and oh, God, Reed, do not roll a Forensics investigation check about your room. Trust your Storyteller. The neon sign reading MOTEL LIMA is missing an L and there’ a mostly clean looking pool surrounded by faded white plastic lounge chairs and a sad excuse for a tiki bar at the far end. The parking lot is dominated by a massive and brand-spanking new forensics van too big to fit a single spot and a sleek looking Mercedes S-class. Oh, and an obnoxiously neon yellow Ford Fiesta.

Jensen: So we’re just screaming “Hey, we’re the FBI?”

Storyteller: Pretty much. Reed and Sebastian, what are your characters doing?

Reed: Reed got here, looked at the motel, looked at his life, looked at his choices and then found a liquor store and bought as much alcohol as he could carry. He’s sitting on top of forensics van in a camp chair with a rum and coke.

Sebastian [Out of character]: Seriously?

Reed: Reed’s just destroyed what was a very promising career in the FBI. Yes, he is absolutely getting drunk on top of the forensics van.

Sebastian: Okay. Sebastian got here and went for a run, stopped by a roadside stand and bought some peaches. And he’s in like...Aviator shades, gym pants and one of those shirts that says “FBI” on the chest.

Jensen: Hey Dani. Why don’t we just….turn around and pretend we never saw these two?

As they make introductions, TJ Oakhurst joins them, scrambling and breathless, in immaculately pressed khakis that were still probably from Target.

Jensen: Kid, why the hell are you here?

TJ: ...I may have slept with Sophie McKennis.

Players roll to recognize that Sophie McKennis is the only daughter and favored child of Director McKennis.

Reed: I fist-bump him and offer him a shot. Shots all around!

Sebastian: Oh. No, thanks. I’m going to stick with peach juice.

TJ: Pretty sure there isn’t a juicer here…

Sebastian: I brought my own. And I hate him a little bit for making me say that aloud, with my mouth, in front of my coworkers.

The PCs check into their rooms and Jensen begins a variety of supernatural cleaning rituals. As he does, however, he hears fleeting laughter behind him, feminine and sexy. Jensen spins around, but sees nothing there. Later, they gather in the conference room.

Storyteller: It used to be a regular hotel room until the bed caught on fire. Now there’s a folding table, a molding Keurig, six plastic chairs and a scorch mark on the wall.

They hear the details of the case--- a murder of a young brunette woman at a rest station, found behind the dumpster with her throat slit. At first, there doesn’t seem to be anything overtly supernatural, so they go to the sheriff’s office.

The sheriff’s office shares a wall with the town’s dive bar, a run-down place called the Brisket.

Jensen: Convenient for the drunk and disorderly calls.

The sheriff has absolutely no patience for the Feddies on his territory and has to be alternately buried in Legalese (by Sebastian) and threatened with Imminent Kneecap Destruction (by Jensen) until he sends them across the street to talk to Tina, the officer who was first on the scene of the murder and is now on administrative leave.

Tina is an attractive woman in her late forties with greying dark hair in a loose bun.

Reed: Should we tell TJ to come here?

Sebastian: Boy’s apparently swinging lead. Let’s keep away from the pretty ones.

Storyteller: I cannot believe you guys think TJ is a stud, but okay.

She tells them that Delaware recently has begun sending periodic cold case summaries to local police stations, in hopes of sparking new leads. She’d been reading through when she was called to the scene of the rest stop murder and she insists that the victim had the same face as a woman from the cold case. Not siblings, not twins. Identical. When Reed shows a picture of the new victim on the phone, however, she shakes her head. That’s not the face she saw when she arrived on the scene. Two days later, she saw woman in a different rest stop, again with the same face and accosted her. Turns out having a screaming match with a civilian about “why are you wearing a dead woman’s face” gets you administrative leave. Especially when it ends up on Youtube.

The PCs conclude the game by deciding to go to the rest stop next to look at the crime scene. Sebastian sets up an appointment with the coroner to look at the body and Reed asks TJ to download all local cold cases with similar victims.

Who are these people? Check out the Cast of Characters.

The wi-fi at Motel Lima is terrible and TJ’s going to be up all night downloading those cases. Buy him a coffee.

[Tagging @meezelv, @ravencromwell, @fractalspaces, @goodshipophelia, @play-to-gay, @onenonsenseand @mysticalcreaturesayswhat since you all expressed interest and I promise I’ll stop tagging you about this now since the recaps have actually started]

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musashi · 4 months

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broke: manfred doesnt approve of franziska dating maya because he's homophobic

woke: manfred doesn't approve of franziska dating maya because she doesn't know what ballistic markings are

#wordy wendy #nick! he's glaring at me!#three nights at feddys

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musashi · 1 year

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on this almost christmas i would like to share with you my absolute favourite thing that happens in the entire goodbyes anime

#turnabout goodbyes #pwaa #ace attorney #larry butz #manfred von karma #fave episodes #fave scenes #three nights at feddys #simmering sapphire #utilfam #(he kilt larey)#this makes me go fucking INSANE every time the way he just THANOSES HIM #i am constantly saying mvk kins thanos as a joke but i need you to know its not a joke actually. he does

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musashi · 1 year

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i cannot express how hard this oneshotted ALL of us please watch taaam

#colossal waste of time #three nights at feddys #simmering sapphire #attorneys anonymous

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musashi · 2 years

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#im so fucking unappreciated for how funny i am #three nights at feddys #pwaa #ace attorney

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musashi · 1 year

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Turnabout goodbyes makes me insane. Why did he hand write the letter. Dumbass old man

#wordy wendy #three nights at feddys

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musashi · 1 year

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Literally what did I set this fucking notif for I'm crying

#three nights at feddys #attorneys anonymous

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musashi · 2 years

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ɪ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴇɴ… ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴʏ.

#ace attorney #gregory edgeworth #manfred von karma #turnabout goodbyes #pwaa #wendy graphics #wendy gifs #three nights at feddys #simmering sapphire #gou for the shins #attorneys anonymous #these shots make me so insane #especially the one of the fire in manfred's eye like. god

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musashi · 1 year

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been wanting to make this post for DAAAAAYS but i keep forgetting. i’ve been kind of outspoken abt how i don’t personally prefer the way manfred’s been written in the turnabout musical reboot so far but i also want to make it clear that i see EXACTLY what they are doing and i am a fan.

And then, of course, my FAVOURITE bit of all:

i’ll say it again: turnabout goodbyes is about karma. the crux of turnabout goodbyes has been and always will be karma. it is a story about miles edgeworth who no attorney worth their salt will defend because he put all their clients in jail, and depending on what you believe he might have gone to incredible lengths to do it. it is also about miles edgeworth who stood up for one little boy when he was young himself, an unremarkable thing to him that meant the world to someone else. miles edgeworth did one kind deed and it multiplied threefold, tenfold, one hundredfold out there in the cosmos. it came back around, just like everything else.

turnabout goodbyes was not fucking around naming the prosecutor that. they spelled it the fuck out for us. and even though this is not the interpretation of manfred i personally subscribe to, i am fucking OBSESSED with how much TAAAM UNDERSTOOD THE ASSIGNMENT. i’ve listened to the first act a hundred fucking times now. i’m insane.

i have... mixed emotions about decree of the prosecutor no longer being a solo song. however, i think this conversation taking place during it was ultimately a good choice. it is, after all, the song where miles momentarily begins to consider his own actions, in crisis about if what he is doing is right. to have the exact way he’s been treating his career and his colleagues thrown in his face in such a visceral manner... well, i am a fan of that, i think.

#colossal waste of time #wendy rambles #three nights at feddys #none of this takes place during goodbyes but i talk about goodbyes so much here #it goes in the goodbyes tag #im choosing to interpret this as Wacky Lead Poisoning Moments because of #1. my own inability to enjoy content where mvk is Mean to His Kids #and 2. Miles' reaction. He seems. INCREDIBLY hurt. Like it is not a thing that happens often

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