the game of words with just one sound in them

Random Encounters — The FNAF Musical {Sentence Starters}

  • ❛❛ Hello? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I’d like to leave a few quick words. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ That’s completely absurd. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Time to play. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Did one of them just move? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Don’t be dumb! That’s insane! ❜❜
  • ❛❛ What’s that sound? It seems to be screaming. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Seal the door! Hit the lights! ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I think that camera’s dead. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Don’t blink, don’t breathe, don’t move… ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Wow, I’m feeling kinda loopy… ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Are you here to kill me? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Something here just reeks of blood and suffering. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ These halls are echoing of death.. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ In all my dreams I see a maze of halls with bloody walls and countless scrawls… ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Don’t play these games. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I’m armed with more than a light. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Just you and me, a gun or three… ❜❜
  • ❛❛ We forgot to lock the perp in again. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I know we haven’t spoken in a while… ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I tried to move on and just forget… ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I’m wondering if it’s all in my head. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ What should we do? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ How could he just disappear?. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Why is he tied up? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Watch out, he’s coming for you!. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Good thing this door can be locked. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Please don’t kill me. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ A little overtime never killed anyone. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Is it true? Are they really back? Am I going mad? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ One mistake is all it takes and this may go bad. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Is somebody there? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I’ll fill the void with noise. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I swear we’ve met before. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You won’t take me alive! ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You should show him a little respect. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Are you with them? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ We’d go to the police, but they’d think we’re crazy. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ What do I get out of this? Psychological damage? Uh, a horrible gruesome death? Twenty five to life with a cellmate named Buffalo frickin’ Bill? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Turn that off or I will kill you. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Laying low is usually done quietly. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I killed a guy. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I put three rounds in his chest. The guy must have known black magic. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Survive until 6am. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ What am I here for? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Don’t let things get any worse. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I can’t find this alone. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I didn’t even want this job. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I’m kinda wanted for attempted murder. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You are kinda stupid. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ This is a crime scene. And you’re the victims. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You’re gonna burn for this. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You should probably override the door controls. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ It’s probably obvious now, but… I didn’t die in that fire. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I figured I’d give you one last ring; for old times’ sake. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ There’s nowhere you can go that I won’t find you. There’s no place you can hide that I won’t kill you. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ This isn’t over. ❜❜

anonymous asked:

Hey! Do you have anything like people thinking Stiles is not that smart and he proving them wrong? Thankyooouu <3


Anonymous said:hey guys! i’ve been rewatching season 3b, and i got to the quote “i didn’t think stiles was smart enough to frame us for murder’ so you do have any fics that are like that or are where the pack underestimates his smarts and he does something good or bad, I do n’t mind! No pairing, steter, stalia or no pairing preferably. Thanks!


Anonymous said:Hey I was wondering if you had any fics about people thinking stiles is kind of dumb but he actually is super smart and proves them wrong? Please and thank you <3

These are underestimated!Stiles in general - Anastasia

Originally posted by attlantide

I Am Death Become Ye by OneSmartChicken

(1/1 I 4,596 I Not Rated I Sterek)

He wasn’t just useless; he was a liability. He was half-crazy, on medication for a whole list of mental illnesses, and physically crippled. He walked with a cane carved from old wood and sources referred to his left eye as "unreliable.” Poor, fragile little human. They left a rabbit on his doorstep, just to make sure he got the message; he wasn’t necessary in this game. He was boring. Oh he sounded interesting at first: humans who ran with wolves always did. But he was just another stubborn fool, and a broken one at that.

OR some fae make a mistake; Stiles teaches them the error of their ways.

Underestimation by HouseElfMagic

(1/1 I 4,783 I Teen I Canon Pairings)

Everyone underestimates the human. Stiles has learned this lesson over and over and usually he’d be annoyed, but right now, he is so fucking thankful because being underestimated means he can try to get himself, Erica, and Boyd out of this fucking basement.
Stiles cannot express with words how much he hates Gerard Argent.

Don’t Judge a Book by PlotQueen

(1/1 I 12,647 I General I Sterek)

After a rough year Derek has decided that Stiles needs to learn how to defend himself. Of course, Derek, being Derek, doesn’t always have the best ideas. The result is a pack wide mandate to prove that Stiles is a victim. And if there’s one thing that Stiles isn’t? It’s a victim.

And he’s going to show Derek just how much of one he’s not.

Hide Of A Life War by Etharei

(1/1 I 26,102 I Explicit I Sterek)

“We have received confirmation that there is a hostage situation in progress at a warehouse compound two hours out of Los Angeles, following a multiple-vehicle pileup on Highway 101 this morning…”

The one in which Stiles has lived to (legal) adulthood and, along the way, become a bit of a badass himself.

The Belittled Soul by orphan_account

(5/5 I 37,973 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles is underestimated by everyone. Even the people who give him credit have no idea what he’s capable of or how important he is. Neither does he actually. But all it takes is meeting a certain grumpy werewolf to set of a chain reaction of events for him to discover his potential.

You forgot about me. I was standing right beside you like I had for so long, but you forgot me. But I can’t forget you. The songs that remind me of you make me want to cry. Sometimes I think I hear your laughter when in a crowded place. I still even avoid some of the foods we used to share… It’s been about 3 years… The first year I was upset and hurt. I was really angry too. It kept cycling between both of them, some days I wanted to scream and kick and hurt you. Some days I wanted to disappear and cry and I wished I didn’t exist. The second year, it hurt my friends the most. You broke me so badly that almost every word that came from my mouth oozed with self-loathing. Luckily, one of them was patient enough to help fix me back up, at least get me back on my feet again. This is the third year. Your smile, your braces, your mispronounced words, your foolish games, your anger, your cold stares, your disappointment… All of those images and sounds still echo in my head… I know I’m long gone in your memories, but you’re still here. I just wish you weren’t.

camp nano day 13

13,121 / 30,000

heck man I did some words today and I’m going to ramble about them

I jumped ahead to some climax chapters because in terms of motivation to write I’ll take what I can get

anyway I wrote a scene where Tris has to deal with some pretty horrific shit and I’m not sure I succeeded in making any of it horrific enough. Like at one point a patch of city just stops existing, which sounds alarming but not horrifying until you really stop and think about what that means

I had an interesting time trying to figure out how to describe it in terms of “everything is something but this is nothing, it’s just a gap in reality, there’s no colour at all not even empty whiteness, there’s no sense of light or dark it’s just neither, it has no dimensions and it’s not liquid or solid or gas, it’s completely empty, there is literally nothing here, not even nothingness, and it is truly truly sickening” except….. short, succinct and terrifying

and u imagine you’re just this well-meaning human kid who didn’t really understand what the hell they were getting involved in and suddenly you’ve just happened to see this complete lack of everything and your tiny human brain is not equipped to process it in any way because why the fuck would it be

i mean the only okay part about this is that as soon as Tris looks away from the non-existing patch of whatever he immediately forgets what it looks like aside from that it left him feeling really really sick and messed up, because his brain can’t retain that information or process that memory at all? it would be like trying to picture a new colour, only that new colour is trying to kill you

and I mean AYFTB all in all is a frolicking YA adventure about love and friendship and finding ur place in the world and the good of humanity but Tris says “fuck” seventeen times in this scene alone

¯\_(ツ)_/ ¯

shoutout to literally anything by Of Monsters And Men because that’s just what I’m feelin

alex-jordan-brimmer  asked:

I'm writing a short story about a Jewish woman and I need help with language. Her grandparents are from Israel, but I'm not sure if this changes what kind of language I'd use to refer to family (such as "Avi" when talking about her father). What other words for family members are there? Does it change depending on where the language came from? I'm also trying to make it sound natural, not formal or literal as if I'd just researched words and plugged them in recklessly.

Jewish Names for Family Members

I’m not Israeli, so Israeli followers or Jewish followers who have a closer background than I do are welcome to correct me on this but the Israelis I know call Mom Ima (pronounced “EEma”) and Dad Aba. Grandma is Savta and Grandpa is Saba according to what I learned in Hebrew classes but I might be spelling that wrong especially since Hebrew uses a different alphabet (where B and V are both ב so it gets confusing.)

I’m more from the culture that uses Yiddish (Bubby, Zayde for Grandma and Grandpa) or German (my German-Jewish grandparents were Oma and Opa like the gentiles do.) So please excuse any mistakes I might have made here. Anyway, those are some words you can use if any of your characters are Ashkenazi/of Russian or Polish or German extraction. Mom and Dad in Yiddish are Mammeh and Tateh but I’ve never run into someone born in the US who use that instead of Mom and Dad in the present day. (I suppose my maternal grandparents must have used them but they were born to Yiddish-speaking parents in the 1920’s, when many Jewish immigrants spoke only Yiddish.)

Sadly, I know literally nothing about Ladino so if your characters are Sephardic you may have to check google or wait for Sephardic followers to reblog this with more commentary.

Plenty of Jews in the US also say Mom and Dad, or Grandma and Grandpa. So if the grandparent is from Israel and their native language is Hebrew the kid might be calling them Saba and Safta because that’s what they wanted to be called (many parents ask their parents what kind of grandparent nicknames they want when they find out they’re having kids; I have a friend whose grandkids call her Gigi) but it’s not a hard and fast rule. But the same person who says Savta for their grandmother might call their mother Mom.

>> I’m also trying to make it sound natural, not formal or literal as if I’d just researched words and plugged them in recklessly.

Read a little bit of Jewish fiction (Playing with Matches by Suri Rosen, The Adventures of Rabbi Harvey) and you’ll get a feel for where the words go? One thing that helps: to the best of my knowledge there aren’t formalized special nicknames for siblings the way there are in some languages/cultures.


How They React-FNAF

So, I’ve been playing the games all day ‘cause I’m not felling good, and I got this idea from it so… I just love seeing our boys get scared okay? XD


He’s pretty chill when he’s playing with you.  Whenever there’s a jumpscare he only jumps a little bit and chuckles afterwards.  But when that screen pops up where it’s Bonnie with the dark eyes and “It’s me” pops up on the screen, he flips.

“What the hell was that, WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO” and then he’s on high alert the rest of the game, now closer to you while you grin in amusement. 

Originally posted by kalgalen


Ok, lighting up the flashlight in FNAF 2 stresses him the crap out because you have to light it to keep the animatronics away, and on top of that the music box needs to be kept wound up, it’s just stressful.


But besides that, he kinda expects the jumpscares, so he’s pretty chill when one of them pops up, he just hates the constant routine with the flashlight and music box.  That tenses him up more than the animatronics do.

Originally posted by twenty1copilots


HE.IS.TERRIFIED!  The third game and fourth especially.  He’s constantly blabbing words to himself and sitting right close to you like velcro, and he’s shaking so bad you can actually see it.  The creepy atmosphere, glitching cameras, and damn Springtrap peeking around the office corners.  Then there’s the house, listening to the sounds and the breathing so you know how to not die; it’s all very nerve racking.  He leans back in his chair so he’s not close to the screen when something pops up, and close enough to you to lean into your comforting arms.  But you, you’ll die from laughter; he goes from 18 year old to 2 year old in 2 seconds.  

Originally posted by headphonepoe


Oh man he loves it!  Even when he does get jumpscared he laughs right after; he thinks being scared like that feels amazing.  He gets such an adrenaline rush from it and it just gets him pumped even more.  Switching between the music box and clicking the flashlight, listening for the breathing and footsteps, and just that intense and creepy atmosphere keeps him on the edge of his seat.  He loves horror games!

Originally posted by pewdieberg

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This is how Machinima hurt my trusting boyhole

This is going to be long and disorganized and I’m not going to bother to edit it. 

I started making Bro Team videos in June, 2011. My roommates and I occasionally made dumb videos and put them up on my one roommate’s channel, Digitom. At the time, an illness I had felt for years had reached its peak; what I thought to be a gluten-insensitivity turned out to be an enlarged prostate, and had a bunch of effects that made my life shit (so to speak). Besides never being able to shit properly and all that kind of good stomach stuff, if I stood up for too long, I got extremely dizzy and light-headed. I’d get vertigo sometimes instantaneously. I couldn’t work. Most of the time I just laid in bed or sat in front of my computer. It was shit.
 I had ambitions. I had finished film school a year earlier and wanted to start my own production company. I wanted to start acquiring gear and writing scripts, to eventually start shooting my own short films. Or work freelance on sets. Or do freelance editing and other post-production work. Instead, I was some fucking slime wasting my youth away in a shitty Toronto apartment.  I had a lot of anguish. I figured I would probably spend the rest of my life like this. Working on Digitom videos was a great distraction and made me feel like the skills I just spent three years learning weren’t just going to waste. 

After several months, I slowly started to get better.  I had an idea for a while that I thought I’d finally try out. I’d seen shitty $1 games on Steam forever. I thought it would be fun to try to talk them up in pseudo-review videos as if they were incredible while clearly showing their irreconcilable flaws. You know how you have ideas of “Wouldn’t it be fun to make a _______ where _______…?” and they just kind of linger on your mind’s back burner for a long time. It was one of those. But then one night, I decided to just go for it. The angle was originally going to be a mild Christian kid slowly getting frustrated at his very evident inability to defend the merits of whatever game and then eventually drop some cusses. He’d work himself into a shitfit of anger and guilt. My voice recordings for this were shit though, and I just started recording myself screaming the lines out. Then I realized this angle was more fun. I had never heard of all these other "angry gaming videos” before, and if I had, I probably would have never even started this project.  Anyway, I had a laugh and it was fun as shit. I showed it to my roommates and they put it on the Digitom channel.  

I made 3 or 4 more videos over the next two months. I thought it would become a niche series that maybe 300 Digitom regulars would check out and be in on. Then it would die, and I would have had my fun. It was just fun to have something substantial  to consistently focus on. My health came back pretty quickly in that period and I was almost fully well again (my ass is still weird though so it hasn’t been perfect butt fuck it). Then I made a video for Battlefield 3 in September and then my dumb videos took off over night. 

I made my own channel for the videos and within the month, had tons of offers to join shitty gaming sites,shitty gaming "startups”, and a bunch of Youtube networks. One of them was Machinima. I’d always heard a lot of craptalk about them, but I figured I’d take a look at their contract anyway. I wasn’t a 16 year old that they were going to trick into making headshot montages or whatever. I had just turned 25 when I started making Bro Team videos (God, this fucking thing is sounding more like the Elliot Rodger manifesto the longer it gets)  and was capable of reading a contract and understanding what English words are. I joined, things were great. I was making more money for my videos than I would if I were just dumping them onto Youtube without an MCN.  Within a month after that, the writers from Valve emailed me saying they were my biggest fans. This actually happened. How fucked up is that? Obviously, I shit myself instantly. They sent me a box of merch and then a few months later they asked me to write some things for TF2.  How fucking surreal do you think my existence was? 

Around the same time, Russ Pitts actually messaged me on Youtube with, "Hey, I’m the guy who made Yahtzee rich. Love your videos. Hit me up.”&#157; I didn’t know who he was at the time, but he sounded like a smug asshole and I wanted to tell him to fuck my shits right then. I wish I did. He is. I messaged back and we talked about bringing my series to an upcoming gaming site he was part of (It would eventually be revealed as Polygon). He talked a big talk, and it was really exciting to think of making actual okay money off my videos. He took forever to get back to me on details, saying that so much is up in the air since they’re still trying to figure out their website’s direction themselves, but it’s for sure going to be a sweet deal, they’re really excited to work with me, etc. He suggested I hold off on posting my videos on Youtube and just bank them for now, so when we finally get our agreement going, we’d hit the ground running. Sounded good. Then a month after our initial contact and without me posting any new videos and killing most of my channel’s momentum, he finally got to me with details. I’d had in one video every two weeks and receive $300 for it. This would happen for the next six months, as a trial period on The Verge while their main site, Polygon, was brought online. Also, they’d buy my rights and back catalog of maybe 20 videos for $1000. He had to have thought that I was fucking retarded. I’d stagnated for a month for the actual shittiest possible deal. If they didn’t like me at the end of 6 months, I would be fucked. They’d have my rights and I wouldn’t be able to go back to uploading on Youtube. I broke off negotiations and ate my own shit about trusting an asshole who isn’t instantly upfront.

Not long after that, Machinima contacted me about making Bro Team an official series on their channel. Sounded great, plus I’d keep all my rights. Also, I already had a huge crush on Adam Kovic by then and he was letting me do a weekly game releases segment on his show, so I was up for more dealings with Machinima. Kovic is seriously a mensch. Watch Inside Gaming.  Doing that game releases bit was something I looked forward to every week, even at the end.  Sucks to have to sever ties with those dudes. 
So, things were all right for a bit with Machinima. Then I started getting hints that something weird is going on at that place. The Inside Gaming guys said they’d flight me out to PAX and cover my hotel. Amazing, right? It eventually was. I didn’t really hear anything about it in the weeks before the event, but I assumed everything was taken care of. I thought a company like this was on top of everything. I didn’t hear anything about the travel arrangements but didn’t want to sound like a nagging diva with "Did you book my hotel and flight yet?” questions. I hate that shit; I consistently want to be easy to work with.  At the point where only a week was left until PAX, I finally asked what was up. No one had been overseeing this. Understandable, I’m just some peripheral piece of a large machine. Machinima had its own personnel to worry about, so I could have easily been forgotten. Anyway, flight and hotel were then booked, a great time was had, really no big deal. Still, it was a bit of an insight to the fact that Machinima has immensely poor management. Tons of things fall through the cracks. On its own; completely insignificant, right?

A few months later, I noticed my channel was suddenly make a lot less money even though I was getting more views than ever. This was because Machinima cut payouts by 60% without telling their partnered channels. They even had a "guaranteed $2 CPM” deal in their contracts. Didn’t matter. I think they told some partners they could either deal with that or leave. At this time, I already received offers from virtually every gaming thing on the internet. I usually turned those down because I really liked my setup with Machinima. Now, I was ready to jump immediately. The partnership guys didn’t give a shit about talking to me about why the pay rate was suddenly so low, so I mentioned to the Inside Gaming guys that I unfortunately was going to leave Machinima. A producer for Inside Gaming eventually talked to the network guys and convinced them I was worth negotiating with. They offered a 60/40 split of revenue for my channel. Real generous! I eventually agreed to an 80/20 split. Pretty ok, I guess. At least they were answering my fucking emails. 

Doing Bro Team videos every week for Machinima was burning me out. A lot of the videos were fucking terrible.  Before the Machinima deal, I’d fine a game that I could exploit for whatever angle and make a video on that. Machinima wanted all new releases though. At the time, I didn’t understand that this was mostly because this is how Machinima makes a lot of their money.  Besides new releases being topical and thus ensuring a lot of hits, Machinima looks for brands that they can involve in their content to take a paycheck from. They do direct sales with brands for a bunch of money and give their game or product exposure in exchange. I was constantly saying how I really wanted to just choose older, shitty games to cover and that I thought most of my work was shit, and I’d be reassured that yes, I’d be able to choose some games that were not new releases to cover; you work with us, we’ll work with you. It never happened. Plus, I wanted to be a good person to work with, so I didn’t nag about it. I just kept getting more burnt out spending all hours of the week working on a piece of shit video that I had no passion for. Bro Team used to be fun as cripe to work on.

Before PAX East, I emailed my "handler”&#157; at Machinima to let her know I’d be at PAX and would only be able to deliver one video the week before or after the event. The email address I sent to didn’t exist anymore. I tried again and got the same result. I tried emailing her boss. His email address didn’t exist anymore. Cool.

I eventually emailed Adam Kovic, who had nothing to do with my contract at all, and asked what is going on. He said that someone should have let me know that both of those employees were no longer at Machinima. Someone for sure should have! I think it took another week or two for someone to finally email me about what was going on. This is a perfect example of the true inner workings of Machinima. There is no oversight, no management. The creator of one of their "original series”&#157; had no idea how to actually continue conducting business with the company. No one gave advance notice that a change was happening, no one said anything when it happened, and it took well after the personnel change occurred to get me back in the loop. Kind of weird for a big company to just overlook that, right?

So things were back to normal. Except sometimes my videos wouldn’t be posted until a week later. Or sometimes a month later.  The burnout continued. Sometimes I submitted videos late, working well into the morning to finish a video I felt was total shit. No one said anything about it and I emailed as soon as I thought I might not make my deadline.  I started getting the feeling that I was just out there somewhere, not really being watched.  I’d usually hand my video in on a Thursday and it would be posted on Saturday afternoon, so a late submission still meant there was time to "process”&#157; the video.

I was working on some shitty Deadpool video and trying to finish it in time to make it to my friend’s wedding that week when I realized I clearly wasn’t going to make the deadline.  I emailed my handler, let him know, and apologized. I was almost late for some tuxedo fitting that caused a bunch of drama and a rift in a friendship that hasn’t mended since. Things like this that had been interfered with by retarded videos caused me to look at how much I was giving up. I emailed again saying I needed a break. Not long after, I got back to work, determined to get my shit under control. It didn’t last long. 

I submitted a few videos and then one week, my video didn’t go up. It didn’t go online the next week either. It took over a month to post it. I didn’t want to nag and ask "You gonna post that shit or what?”&#157; and I assumed they had everything under control and were just sitting on it for some reason. I error on the side of politeness.  I’m an idiot. That’s a month’s wages gone. I should have been pissed. I emailed and found that my submission had gone unnoticed. Sick.

I think it was around the end of last year that I needed another break. It was difficult to come up with a few minutes of content for mediocre games, surprisingly. I mentioned again that I really wanted to cover games that weren’t new releases.  I think this was the time I got no response about that. Machinima has a 10% chance to reply to your emails, so I can’t really remember.  After some time, I emailed saying I was ready to get going again and was told all was well, but I needed a new contract because mine had expired.  I think this was in December. It would take until June to actually get a new contract.

I emailed a bunch of times asking if a new contract is on the way and was constantly assured that they were "working on it”&#157;. There were layoffs, there was a new CEO, a lot of changes were underway, sure, I can wait. All the while, offers to join other networks, gaming sites, comedy sites, sites that don’t even do gaming or video but want me to join enough that they start a section for that, are coming my way that I’m passing on because I’m a fucking idiot and I believe Machinima will come through with a great new contract and pay raise that competes with what I’m being offered elsewhere to keep me happy. What was really going on is that the revenue model is changing, they aren’t making much money off of content like mine and they can’t afford to keep me. I wish they told me this so I could have left right then.

I tell them I’m getting impatient and that I’m just going to join somewhere else, then suddenly we can make conference calls about getting something together. Around this time, there was talk of flying me out to Machinima’s offices in LA to work with the Inside Gaming guys. We had talked about this for years and now it was actually going to happen.  Machinima would pay for my flight and hotel and pay me a wage while I worked there.  Fucking incredible, right? That was the dream.  Over a month in advance, I was told to let them know in two weeks if the payments didn’t go through so I could book my travel.  They didn’t go through. I was told they were hounding the finance department to just please process the payment.  I’ve heard what goes on at this finance department. Over a year ago, Machinima stopped paying a bunch of people for no reason for a while. Partnered channels, review writers, contractors,  stuff like that. Some were counting on that money for tuition, rent and food. You know, to stay alive like. I was told that finally someone went to the office of the individual responsible and found they had a pile of invoices on their desk just sitting there, way past due. They were asked what the hell is going on. The person actually fucking said, "We don’t have to pay these people.”&#157; That’s what happens at Machinima. Jesus fucking shit. I think I only had to wait a month and a half for some payments. I know someone who waited 3. This wasn’t someone low on the chain like a channel partner, either. He had to email the CEO to get this looked at.

A few days before I’m supposed to fly out there (and the money still hasn’t been sent to me), I’m on a call with a bunch of "bizdev”&#157; types at Machinima. I’ve told them I’m ready to leave and they’re giving me the rundown on what Machinima can do for me. In short, it’s a shitty deal. They are losing money and don’t know how to adapt. I tell them as long as they can get a contract going immediately, I’ll stay. At this point, it was for dick money comparatively, but I just wanted to get something going now.
Look how long this got. Fuck.
The money to cover the cost of going to LA would eventually be sent to me the day before I was supposed to fly out there, approximately 14 hours before I’d have to be at the airport. It was sent by paypal, so I wouldn’t actually have it in real people form for another two days. I was on skype with Joel of Machinima telling him I’d have to call it off at this point, and he was prepared to go out of pocket to cover my flight and hotel. He showed me some AirBNB places and I was almost prepared to do it. It dawned on me how brutally the situation should for sure not have come to this. How hard was it for someone to process the payment? The IG guys had been constantly reminding them for weeks that it was a crucial thing that needed urgent attention. E3 took place at the same time and this became a lower priority for them, but the finance guys never processed the payment. Somehow even just being told once that it was important wasn’t good enough. Even being told 10 times wasn’t. 

I felt like such an asshole to call the whole thing off. In the same week, Machinima sent me a shitty contract to renew Bro Team (with the stipulation that we get this going NOW) with the delivery dates for my videos left as "To be agreed upon by both parties”&#157;, another Machinima payment was late (this is routine for Machinima, if you deal with them, expect to usually get your money not on time, a clear violation of their contracts), and then this, what should have been an easy task taken care of weeks in advance came to Joel and I scrambling at the last minute to make up for what someone didn’t bother to do on time. It was really clear at that moment that I had to get out of Machinima. I felt like a shameful fucking diva asshole to make this decision after Joel was so willing to make this work at his own expense and to suddenly leave the Inside Gaming guys with no editor for two weeks (I would have been covering for an editor who was going on vacation).  I realized this wasn’t totally my fault though. This was yet another thing the Machinima infrastructure could have taken care of if it was properly organized to handle its own shit.

Machinima is failing. They are in the dire shit. No brands want to touch them, they’ve laid off the people who try to get brands involved, and they are now relying mostly on indirect sales through Youtube ads. This is why they’ve bloated to over 22,000 partnered channels. This is why you’re going to see their "original series” go from their hub Machinima channel to the content creators’ respective channels. They want to grow several channels to Pewdiepie levels and make their money that way. They told me this is what their plan was for me. They didn’t really even know how that was going to work, thus why they stalled me for so long. My contract was going to be a deal about receiving a "license fee”&#157; from them to create videos and put them on my channel. They’d then recuperate that cost from the money my video makes, then I’d keep anything above that. 

So next comes the part where I want to move the fuck on.
Up until recently, Machinima had a section of their contracts that said that either party could give 10 days written notice and terminate the agreement.Machinima rarely honours this. They’ll just ignore your emails until you stop asking. Still, if that was the case, I was prepared to be a saucy cunt about it. I asked Machinima to unlink my channel and I was told I still had until November to be unlinked from their network. This is correct. I went through my contract and found that section had been omitted in the latest version. Evidently, they don’t want people being able to ask to leave their network and then having to oblige them. When I get a contract, I scan the fucker for hours. I once paid a lawyer $3500 to go over my contracts and give general "don’t let them fuck my ass”&#157; advice. I thought I found all the ways they could fuck me. What I wasn’t looking for was anything they might have omitted.  

I asked if they could do me the favour of unlinking me anyway, considering the rough fuck they’d given me of late. I should have been more clear. I should have detailed all their misdoings. Different departments at Machinima have no idea what other departments are doing. Still, the person I dealt with knew exactly what my situation was. I thought it would be the least they could do to take the 6 minutes it would take to free my channel and let me go on my way, no hard feelings. Instead, I got some contrived shit about how we should really honour what Legal wants and stick to the contract. Legal doesn’t tell the rest of the company what to do! Again I asked if they could just do it anyway; there’s a part in the contract (which I’ve posted online somewhere, have a peak! Ripping read!) that says Machinima can just terminate the contract whenever they want. No response.  I waited a couple days to give them a chance to respond, just in case I wasn’t somehow getting the Machinima Treatment, then I posted about it on Twitter and uploaded a copy of my contract (which is supposed to be the worst thing you can do) . SUDDENLY MACHINIMA HAS TIME TO EMAIL ME BACK!

Again, they say they can’t unlink me but also get into full Retentions mode. They say they’ve already made tons of changes based on my experience and feedback and things can be good again and all that shit an abusive boyfriend tells you after he punches your eyes shut. They say they want to keep me as a happy partner still and they insist on getting me on Skype to talk. This is because they want no fucking records of the promises they’ll make.

Any time you come close to closing a deal with Machinima, they always want to fucking get you on Skype. It’s weird as shit. Sometimes it’s not even about something that can be used against them later being documented. It’s always about something that can just as easily and quickly be discussed by email. They insist that I can’t "move forward” with the issue until I talk to them on Skype. I ask if they’re ok with being recorded. I don’t hear back from them for a day.

They don’t answer the question, just again insisting that I skype. If they were going to unlink my channel or tell me anything that is possibly good for me, they could email it and would have. I know they want to get me on skype and either threaten me about posting the contract or butter my ass with all the blowjobs they’re going to drop on me if I just shut up and stay with them. I tell them I’m not going to skype unless it’s about unlinking. They say they’re keeping me until November.

So that’s where I am now. I am absolutely looking for special treatment here, and I can see how a lot of people who don’t know what’s going on see this as a diva asshole pamper (probably the reason why Ricky Hayberg moaned about me on his stream).  I am asking for Machinima to cancel my contract and unlink my channel. Countless hundreds of other partnered channels want this as well. What they don’t have is the direct fuck dealt at them that Machinima has dealt me. Bro Team was my full time job, and for 7 months they blocked my income, besides what little my channel actually made. I’m poor as fuck and really considering just giving the whole thing up. Until I’m unlinked, other companies don’t want to get involved until they know they have the entire Bro Team package, with no existing affiliations to Machinima.

I can’t believe you read all this. Jesus, and this is the short version.

Get a fucking job.

I’m still overwhelmed by the response to my first list, so I decided to do the same thing for February! Since I’ve been at the hospital for such a long time, I’ve had sooooo much time to kill and I’ve spent it reading fanfiction. I’m awesome, I know.

If you want to see more of my recommendations, visit my fic rec page or my bookmarks!

the lunch table configuration by thepsychicclam | 16677words

When Isaac makes Derek switch lunch tables, the last thing Derek expected was to fall for Stiles.

Move A Mountain by ZainClaw | 68991words

Stiles goes camping with his friends in New Mexico after graduation where they befriend a biker gang led by Derek: a guy whom Stiles can’t decide if he he will be either relieved or devastated to never see again once their week is up.

i want to say all those things that would be better unsaid by aeneapsych | 24552words

Derek is a lonely professor who decides to call a phone sex line.

Stiles is a poor grad student who needs to make a living somehow.

“One night stands were never this good. Hell, his previous relationships were never this good. Derek was so screwed, but right now he didn’t care.”

Je t'aime by CookieNoNuts | 17652 words

Stiles’ boss is sending him to the Paris office for a few months. He speaks absolutely no French. Enter Derek Hale, French tutor extraordinaire. As Stiles works hard to master a foreign language, everything begins to fall apart around him. 

Kings of the Moonlight by thelogicoftaste | 149136 words

Derek is the newly single father to his only son, Isaac Argent Hale, and he finds himself having to move back to his home town of Beacon Hills to escape the insanity of his ex. It’s in the middle of all this upheaval, the crazy mess that his life has become that he meets Stiles. 

I’ll Be Seeing You by thesychicclam | 81489 words

In the summer of 1941, with the country on the brink of war, diner waiter Stiles meets Derek Hale, an army soldier just passing through Beacon Hills.

Closer Than Most by Finduilas (finally finished!) | 46978 words

Laura organizes a charity bachelor auction to raise money for the wolf sanctuary she and Derek inherited from their parents. Derek reluctantly gets roped into bidding on one of the bachelors, and he sure as hell doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into when he decides to bid on Stiles.

Love Is Just A Game by obrienbutt | WIP

Derek and Stiles are both Gamers on YouTube. Fans want them to work together. They get exactly what they asked for.

Jump Then Fall by linksofmemories | WIP

“Um, my name is Stiles. Are you Derek Hale?”

“Yes,” and now he just sounded ticked off. “Why are you calling?”

“I, uh, saw your website,” Stiles said, gesturing toward the laptop even though he didn’t know why. “You know, about the sex thing. And you’re a Dom and stuff… and I would like you to dominate me, please.”

The Feeling That I’m Under by wearing_tearing |  WIP

Stiles is a paramedic and Derek gets into a bike accident.

It’s kind of love at first sight.

Here’s My Hand if You’ll Take It by Vendelin | 10740 words

When Stiles is away at college, he realises that he’s in love with Derek. He also realises that he doesn’t exactly have the qualities an alpha needs in a mate. Boyfriend. Whatever. So he decides to change, with a little help from Martha Stewart. It’s just that Stiles isn’t all that great when it comes to tending to the betas, baking or cleaning. But maybe he doesn’t have to be.

Out of His League by Scikopathik | 11040words

Derek’s going to be the best ballplayer ever, if Stiles doesn’t kill him first. Or vice versa.

In which Stiles is a personal trainer, and Derek is the shortstop for the LA Dodgers.

Holding Your Own Weight by zjofierose | 59753  words

Stiles Stilinski is the best trapeze artist west of the Mississippi, but that doesn’t do him much good without a catcher. Enter one quiet roughneck who calls himself Derek and knows maybe a little too much about circus arts for someone who was hired to schlep tents. But Derek has his secrets, and so does the new girl, Allison. Who’s being hunted and who’s being haunted, and will Stiles ever be able to convince Derek to help him fly again?

There is a Brotherhood by minusoneday 21004words

So far, college has taught Stiles three things:

1) Eight am classes are cruel and unusual and should be avoided at all costs, even if it means having to enroll in something truly hideous instead, like Econ 101.

2) Dorm security is just as tight as Stiles’ orientation leader had promised it would be, and the dude guarding Scott’s dorm in particular does not respond well to bribes.

3) Mrs. McCall clearly had no clue what she was talking about when she’d insisted that Scott and Stiles needed to branch out and room with strangers, so it’s all her fault that Scott ended up with a total dick of a roommate and Stiles got stuck all the way across campus with some guy who has a girlfriend two towns over and is thus never around.

 Or, the one where pledge brothers Stiles and Scott start a prank war with Derek Hale’s fraternity.

Keys and Christmas Lights by Kru | 5343 words

Stiles’ fingers clenched in Derek’s hair, holding him with desperation as he stormed his lips. Derek reacted with a shameless murmur of appreciation, letting Stiles to slowly take control over his body. He felt this long fingers slipping out of his hair, stroking his skin with the same rhythm as Stiles’ biting into his lips. They ran gently through his shoulder, causing an involuntary shiver when finally slipped between Derek’s thighs, drawing him even closer to Stiles’ hot body. 

“I knew…” Stiles said between one kiss and the other, “I knew you don’t like candles,” he whispered in a hurry. Stopping for a moment, he added with a warm huff, “So I used Christmas lights instead.”

Sideways and Slantways and Longways and Backways by hologramophone | 7799 words

“I called you a slave-driver!” Stiles cried hysterically. “I called you an ogre! I stole all the blue paperclips!”

Derek raised an eyebrow at him.

“That’s company property!” he shouted, waving his arms madly in distress.

Derek ran a hand over his face. “It’s not theft if the vice president of the company gives you permission.” 

violets are blue by HalfFizzbin  | 2759 words

Derek the super cranky florist delivery guy (it’s the family business!) and Stiles the underemployed, overeducated, bored as fuck receptionist. and obviously Stiles works with Allison, whose besotted fiance is always sending her flowers.

With helpless crushes, stealthy pizza dates, Jenga, and overly-subtle declarations of intent.

John Hughes Did Not Direct My Life by nascentgalaxies | 48666 words

Stiles and Derek are childhood friends who drifted apart. When Stiles joins the lacrosse team against his will, the universe (with a little help from Laura and Lydia) chooses to push them back together.

This week's Tumblr Ficlet Rec (I have literally no clue how to call it) is tumblweedblr’s writing tag - seriously, check it out!

Last week’s tale from That Show With Daft Folk On A Plane (you know the one I mean?) made me love the Game Of Words With Just One Sound. So I thought: if their plane breaks or must be sold and they need new jobs, Doug and Ca could run a shop that sells books. And here are some books that they could sell…

Don’t tease people for pronunciation

One time I was making fun of my Italian friend for not being able to do the rl sound in English as in “world” and then I remembered that I couldn’t say the word “girl” for like the longest time I could only say “gril” or “gil” until one day my dad sat me down and literally forced me to produce the sound. I was 9.

Of course my native language is the one language with the weirdest spelling system ever that barely tells you anything about pronunciation. I never heard the end of it when my dad and brother discovered that I thought fetish was pronounced “feetish” and anime was “uh-neem”. If I am slightly unsure of the pronunciation of a word I will literally refuse to say it and then play a one person version of that game everybody played in my high school where you got a target and a word and you eliminated your target by getting them to say that word. Except that my target doesn’t know they’re playing and I don’t actually want to eliminate them I just want to hear someone say this word.

And then there’s the whole thing where my mother realized that I couldn’t produce the rr sound in Spanish and then all my Spanish speaking friends and family teased me about it and now I have a complex about it you cannot believe the hoops I will jump through to avoid using any Spanish words with a trilled r. For one I never talk about dogs (perro), I say “coche” instead of “carro” and I don’t talk to people whose names begin with R.

On top of that there was the time where my Finnish friend realized I couldn’t produce a trilled r and kept trying to get me to do it and even now she’ll sometimes ask me “how’s your r?” Not to mention that time when one of the adults asked me if I could count to ten in Finnish so I did and the adults were all “good job” but the people my age were giggling because apparently my long u in kuusi was barely long enough to not be kusi which means piss.

I have now reached a point where I have a huge complex about pronunciation and if I am even slightly unsure about it I will literally refuse to speak. At all. To anyone. Ever. This applies to all languages including (and probably especially) my native English.

So I pretty much don’t tease people about pronunciation, and I often feel like ripping people’s heads off when I see them do it to others (or me). Some people can take teasing in stride. Sadly we do not all walk around with signs on our foreheads telling people which type of person we are so I just assume everyone I meet can’t take it. Now if you’re like vaguely in the ballpark of the sound you’re supposed to be making I’m like “you’re already on your way there just gotta keep working on it you can do it I know you can you just gotta keep practicing”. Like I’ll still help them out so they can improve, especially if like a word is being pronounced in such a way that it is entirely not understandable or there’s two separate sounds but they’re being pronounced as the same sound. But like I don’t care if they just pronounced sheet as shit I will correct them but on my life I will not make fun of them for it.

Fic: Foreign Affairs

Blaine enrolls in French tutoring to get closer to nerd!Kurt. This plan works spectacularly.

PG, ~1400 words, fluffy af.

Contrary to what most of his friends believed, Blaine actually wasn’t that bad at learning other languages. He wasn’t fluent in anything but English, but he could keep up with new words and sentence structures well enough - it was just finding the time to do the work that got him screwed up.

(He also couldn’t quite understand the need to gender every noun, but that was more of a philosophical issue than a linguistic one, in Blaine’s opinion. As long as he forced himself to memorize which determiner went with which noun, he was fine.)

None of these facts prevented him from signing up for French tutoring, though. Anything to allow him to spend more time with one Kurt Hummel.

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anonymous asked:

pwp/kink prompt: oliver ties Connors hands above his head and fucks himself on Connors dick. it's just about the hottest thing that has ever happened to Connor.

I almost caught fire when I found this in my ask.

”He’s angry,” Connor thinks when he sees Oliver come in and set his bag beside the door. Every motion is deliberate and there’s that closed off expression that Connor has hated since the first time he saw it. Oliver is so easy to read on most days that when he suddenly isn’t - it’s hard to understand what to do for him. Connor is contemplating getting off of the couch, files spread all around him, when Oliver holds up a hand. “Stay right there, Walsh.”

Walsh? There’s a flare of heat in the pit of Connor’s stomach that he tries to ignore. He watches Oliver strip away his outerwear and suit jacket with growing confusion. Suddenly Oliver is right there, and Connor gets hauled up by his collar with strength that always shocks him. Chapped lips crash over his mouth and a tongue claims through it. When they break apart Connor is panting, eyes black when he reaches up a shaking hand to rid Oliver of his glasses.

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Forever Is Composed of Nows, 10/? (Olicity, Mature)

Co-written with @so-caffeinated, for @olicityficbang

Summary: Sometime in the not-so-distant future, things aren’t going all that well. At least that’s the story Oliver and Felicity are told when a supposed time-traveler (and their supposed friend who is a supposed superhero supposedly named The Flash) pops up in the lair with a toddler in tow… who calls them momma and daddy. The Flash can’t quite control when he’s going at this point and there’s a big bad chasing him through the years. The future isn’t safe for little Elizabeth Queen at the moment (even if The Flash could get her there), but her once and future parents haven’t got a clue what to do with her. Slade Wilson, however… he might have his own agenda when he finds out his nemesis is apparently a father. (See Chapter 1 for additional Author Notes.)


Every single instinct is screaming at him to get Ellie away from Slade, but he doesn’t know how. One wrong move and he could lose everything, a life he barely let himself dream about much less actually believe he could have.

That thought alone almost has him moving again, but he stays right where he is.

Never in his life has he had so much to lose.

It’s terrifying.

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mittensmorgul  asked:

OH MY GOSH. My family plays this game where we make the ~weirdest~ possible three item shopping lists to make each other laugh, so three word prompts sound like fun. But the only three words I can come up with right this second are the three words a psychiatrist once asked me to remember and repeat back to him 10 minutes later, like 10 years ago, and I still remember them now. Apple, train, tree. Isn't that sad?


Apple, train, tree 
100 words
Dean/Cas, recently human!Cas

“Heads up, sunshine,” Dean says, just before he lobs something round over to Cas.

Cas manages to deftly catch it in one hand without spilling his coffee. “An apple?”

“Straight from the tree,” Dean replies. “Granny smith. Tart. You didn’t like fuji, which is a damn shame, but you like Sour Patch Kids, which is just… a fucking tragedy.”

Of course Cas likes the apple.

Dean pulls up the growing list of foods Cas likes and adds ‘green apples’ just underneath ‘brussel sprouts’ and ‘toasted cheese.’

“Your tastebuds are a train wreck, Cas.”

“My tastebuds like you, don’t they?”


Send me three random words and I will write you a traditional 100-word drabble.

spacecleavage  asked:

"What do you mean it doesn't work like that?"

thatweirdparamedicstudent I hate you. (No, I don’t. I can’t.)

She hates Bellamy Blake, it’s official.

She hates his guts, hates his smirk, his hold over most of the firm’s employees, his damn suits. He also hates her, she’s pretty sure about that - if the way he’s hovering over her with that infamous smirk on his lips, and the way his tongue darts out to taste her, lick her juices from his lower lip, and the fact that he’s brought her to what felt like her third orgasm of the night are any indication.

Her chest is still heaving, muscles still tingling and twitching, and he’s looking a little too smug for her liking, so she grabs him by his cheeks and pulls him down for a bruising kiss. She loves the deep groan he makes at the back of his throat, loves that she knows he’s hard and straining underneath his boxers

Her hand slides down his chest, caresses his stomach, revels in the way he twitches under her palm, and then down still until she’s stroking him through the fabric of his underwear. He swears, low and rough, presses against her hand even more - his control slipping, if she says so herself. He groans again, and stills her hand with his fingers around her wrist. “Wait - I’m not done with you yet,” he mutters as he kisses down her neck.

Her small choked laughter reverberates in the small space between their bodies. “It doesn’t work like that, Blake,” she says, grabbing at his hair and pulling until he’s face to face with her. 

“What do you mean it doesn’t work like that?” he asks, and oh, he knows just where this is going, and they both know it. 

She smirks at him, watches as his eyes follow the deliberate movement of her lips. She shifts, brings her leg around his waist, and pushes and twists until she’s on top, her hair falling around her face as he stares down at him. He smiles, slow and seductive and hot and no matter how many orgasms, she still feels the start of arousal spark within her. She hates that he can do this to her. But she loves that she’s not the only one affected.

“I mean,” she drawls, and grinds against his hard length pressing against where she wants him most. He groans, his neck arching as his fingers tighten against the skin of her hips. There would be bruises there tomorrow, reminder of this twisted game they’re playing, but she doesn’t mind. “It’s your turn.”

He grins at her, feral and wolfish. There are no more words, just the sound of them, skin meeting skin, deep groans and heavy moans - this game they’re playing, it’s wicked and bad and the perfect recipe for destruction. But they can’t stop.

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