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Masterpost Of Shows I Will Make Edits Of

Rooster Teeth Shows:

-A Spot of Science

-Always Open

-Backwardz Compatible

-Crunch Time

-Day 5

-Enjoy The Show

-Fan Service

-Vlogs

-Immersion

-On The Spot

-Relationship Goals

-Rooster Teeth Podcast

-Tuesday Night Game Fight

-RT Docs

-RT Life

-The Eleven Little Roosters

-The Lab

Achievement Hunter:

-AHWU

-GO!

-Heroes and Halfwits 

-Let’s Play

-Off Topic

-Play Pals 

-Rage Quits 

-RouLetPlay

-Schooled 

-Shenanigans 

-Theater Mode

-Things To Do In

-VR The Champions 

-VS

Funhaus:

-Demo Disk

-Dude Soup Podcast

-Filmhaus Podcast

-Gameplay

-Open Haus

-Twits and Crits

-Your Comments

Gameattack:

-Four Play

-Fun Stuff

-Let’s Play

-Tap That App

-Try Hard Podcast

-Try Harder

Cow Chop:

-Amazon Prime Time

-Behind The Cow Chop

-CCTV

-Class of 198x

-Cow Chop Gaming

-Cow Chop VR

-Foreign Import Gameplay

-Retroactive 

-Wrong Side Of Youtube

12 days of ICU Christmas

On the first day of Christmas,
My ICU gave to me: A resident in a frenzy

On the second day of Christmas,
My ICU gave to me: Two new admits
And a resident in a frenzy

On the third day of Christmas,
My ICU gave to me: Three Zassi tubes
Two new admits
And a resident in a frenzy

On the fourth day of Christmas,
My ICU gave to me: Four calling families
Three Zassi tubes
Two new admits
And a resident in a frenzy

On the fifth day of Christmas,
My ICU gave to me: Five levo driiiiips
Four calling families
Three Zassi tubes
Two new admits
And a resident in a frenzy

On the sixth day of Christmas,
My ICU gave to me: Six tachy patients
Five levo driiiiips
Four calling families
Three Zassi tubes
Two new admits
And a resident in a frenzy

On the seventh day of Christmas,
My ICU gave to me: Seven BPs crumping
Six tachy patients
Five levo driiiiips
Four calling families
Three Zassi tubes
Two new admits
And a resident in a frenzy

On the eighth day of Christmas,
My ICU gave to me: Eight nurses running
Seven BPs crumping
Six tachy patients
Five levo driiiips
Four calling families
Three Zassi tubes
Two new admits
And a resident in a frenzy

On the ninth day of Christmas,
My ICU gave to me: Nine vents a beepin’
Eight nurses running
Seven BPs crumping
Six tachy patients
Five levo driiiips
Four calling families
Three Zassi tubes
Two new admits
And a resident in a frenzy

On the tenth day of Christmas,
My ICU gave to me: Ten chest tubes drainin’
Nine vents a beepin’
Eight nurses running
Seven BPs crumping
Six tachy patients
Five levo driiiips
Four calling families
Three Zassi tubes
Two new admits
And a resident in a frenzy

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
My ICU gave to me: Eleven students gawking
Ten chest tubes drainin’
Nine vents a beepin’
Eight nurses running
Seven BPs crumping
Six tachy patients
Five levo driiiips
Four calling families
Three Zassi tubes
Two new admits
And a resident in a frenzy

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
My ICU gave to me: Twelve docs explaining
Eleven students gawking
Ten chest tubes drainin’
Nine vents a beepin’
Eight nurses running
Seven BPs crumping
Six tachy patients
Five levo driiiips
Four calling families
Three Zassi tubes
Two new admits
And a resident in a frenzy


Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night [shift]!

You have been injected with determination.

AN RP BETWEEN ME (GASTER) AND @SUSHINFOOD (SANS/PAPYRUS).
[part one] [part two] [part three] [part four] [part five] [part six] [part seven] [part eight] [part nine] [part ten] [part eleven]

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“doc.. please… i’m having second thoughts here… please…”
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(NOW SANS. WHAT DID WE AGREE TO WHEN FIRST YOU BEGAN YOUR WORK?)
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“please, doc… please…!

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(THERE IS NOTHING FOR YOU OUTSIDE THESE WALLS. YOU DO NOT EXIST OUTSIDE THEM.)
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“i could exist, doc. so could you. you don’t have to do this. these experiments could end here and we could find some other way to get out. come on. whaddya say?”
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"DO YOU NOT REMEMBER, SANS? WHAT IT IS WE STAND FOR? KNOWLEDGE, BEFORE ALL ELSE. TO DISCOVER NEW KNOWEDGE, WE MUST EXPLORE BEYOND THE COMFORT ZONE. WE ARE SCIENTISTS. WE GO WHERE THE NEXT QUESTION TAKES US.)
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"but doc, look… m- uh… maybe there’s a reason it keeps failing, you know? a reason people keep vanishing or disappearing from records… maybe we’re not meant to go this far– to do this much. i got a brother who needs me, doc… maybe I need him a little more than the scientific progress you want. ‘an… and i’m sorry for that. just. just come on. let’s do something else, eh?”
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(AH YES, THAT’S RIGHT. YOUR BROTHER. YOUR BROTHER IS QUITE SIMILAR TO YOU, ISN’T HE. HIS ENERGETIC SIGNATURE IS ALMOST AN EXACT MATCH TO YOURS. I WILL GIVE YOU THAT ONE. I WOULD CERTAINLY NOT KEEP YOU TWO APART.)
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”…you won’t stop, will you. if not on me, you’ll just use yourself. you’re going to do something you regret, doc!”
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(–IN FACT, HOW ABOUT WE BRING YOU TWO TOGETHER RIGHT NOW, AS A FINAL COMPARISON FOR THE SAKE OF CONTROLLED VARIABLES.)
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“–!!!”
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(–KEEP HIM SECURED, WILL YOU. THAT EQUIPMENT IS EXPENSIVE…) THIS IS GASTER. WE’VE HAD A CHANGE OF PLANS. BRING PAPYRUS HERE, WE’LL BE OBSERVING THEM SIDE-BY-SIDE.)
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doc. i’m not letting you touch my brother! i said no! if you involve him, i’ll make this something everyone ends up forgetting. you do not touch my brother!”
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(SANS, DON’T WASTE YOUR ENERGY LIKE THAT. YOU’LL BE NEEDING IT TO ENDURE THE INJECTIONS IN A FEW MINUTES.)
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nggghh!!! no! no more! not him! please!”

An eye-flare, but a weak one.

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Nerves

The sequel to my fic Sarah. Cameron, Sarah and Kirsten are heading out to dinner! It’s basically all fluff. Not much plot but some good sibling banter and a little Camsten, pining style

For his entire childhood, Cameron was kept in a very sheltered, highly monitored environment to make sure he didn’t do anything to stress his heart. He wasn’t supposed to get too excited, or stressed, or anxious or anything really. For the entirety of growing up, his parents went to great lengths to make sure he was content and in the middle of the road emotionally. Since joining the Stitchers Program, he had managed to feel all of these things and is aware that, despite his parents concern, none of these things were going to be his undoing. He could be excited or worried and his heart kept going. Which was good, because right now, Cameron was very nervous. But not about a case, or something risky that Kirsten was doing, but because he was going to dinner with Kirsten and his older sister, Sarah.

The dinner had been set for six at some trendy new restaurant that Sarah had picked out. Their involvement in their previous case was over, and they did not have a new sample, so Maggie let them off for the day a bit early, for which Cameron was grateful. As much as he loved his sister, leaving her alone in his apartment made him nervous (Cameron spent a lot of time nervous, okay? It’s kind of a job requirement), as if she would come across some piece of paper that was lying around that just so happened to explain everything the Stitchers Program did, including Cameron’s own time in the Corpse Cassette. He knew he was being silly but he and Sarah never lied to each other. That was their thing, since before he was in the hospital getting his surgery, he could always count on her to tell him the whole truth, something he returned. Until he left his position at MIT to come to the Stitchers Program.

Shaking his head in an attempt to clear it, he opened the door to his apartment only to be met with a wall of sound. He paused for a moment, letting his ears adjust to the cacophony before him. Walking further into the apartment, he discovered that Sarah had commandeered his jukebox stereo system and was now blasting Taylor Swift as she sat in the kitchen, very focused on the drawing in front of her, colored pencils scattered everywhere.

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