#Yahtzee

[watmalik]

Growing up is realising that Wade just wanted to hug Logan's ass 😭

[castellankurze]

"Julius Caesar being played by a concrete mixer."

- Yahtzee Croshaw's assessment of Marneus Calgar's appearance in Space Marine 2, a description I'm very mad at as I didn't come up with it myself.

[youcallyourselfafilmcritic]

Jumping into Lily Orchard drama is probably not the thing I want to grace my blog with but I'm loving people who focus on her only NOW noticing how much she rips off and plagiarises other YouTubers cause. Yeah. That's been most of her content since she started

And it's not just format let me stress here-she steals lines jokes paragraphs points from other YouTubers and bloggers

Yahtzee is the most obvious one (she's kind of Uno reversed back to somewhat aping his art style), but I immediately picked up beats she took from Hbomberguy and Movie Bob. Jim Sterling is someone brought up a lot here

Her Glass of Water segments were lifted in format from Movie Bob's Big Picture. The "and here's why" thing is really similar to Hbomb's style (though in the interest of fairness everyone took that formula)

If there are people going into her content to prove this....well God bless ya cause you couldn't pay me but this has been a problem for most of her career.

[bloodandtime]

exit light, enter night

cw: fem!reader, there’s a lil slightly like squint and you’ll see it angst, fluff, probably eddie being way smoother than he actually is, plus size!reader, kind of insecure!reader but not like self deprecatingly so, uh weed smoking, happy ending :) suuuuuper self indulgent:) also eddie didn’t d*e cause this song came out in ‘91. oh and i have never worked at a vinyl shop so… i went off straight vibes lol

Enter Sandman is ringing through the store as you step in.

“Munson!”

A headful of curls spring up from behind the counter, brown doe eyes wide and anxious as they meet yours, he knows he’s playing the music too loud.

“Hey, sweet thing.” he says as lowers the volume.

Floorboards creak as you make your way to the back room. You can hear Eddie’s boots stomp behind you.

“Eddie, I’ve told you to stop calling me that,” you sigh, shrugging your coat off.

He’s leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, leather jacket under his battle vest, black jeans and combat books sit on his frame. Like they’re made for him.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he says with a wink.

Embarrassed at being caught, heat creeps up your neck. You groan and shoulder bump him out of the way, trying to ignore how solid he is under those layers.

His laughter follows you to the register.

“Is it just us today?”

He hops up on the back counter. chain jingling as he gets comfortable. He smiles, and it’s sticky sweet.

“Sure is, sweethea-OW.”

He glares as he rubs the spot on his forehead where the pen you threw at him hit.

“Stop flirting with me and work!”

He jumps down from the counter and exaggeratedly looks around the… empty store.

“Yeah, we sure are swamped. How will we ever make it till close?” comes his sarcastic drawl from your side.

You guess the snowstorm outside is keeping customers at home. It’d be a nice evening… if Eddie wasn’t here.

Honestly, he’s fine. It’s more of a you problem. You can’t keep focused when he’s around, and you think he might have caught on. Eddie takes any and all opportunities to flirt with you.

You figured he did that to everyone, not wanting to read too much into it but the only other person he flirts with consistently is Steve.

Sarcasm is how you deflect Eddie’s advances, even though he flirts with just you (and Steve) it’s hard to not think about how he might be fucking with you.

Mess with the fat girl, lead her on, it’s funny. Let her think she has a chance and tear it away from her and laugh at the thought of her thinking anyone would like her.

Ugh, I’m not a teenager anymore, you’d think I’d be past these insecurities by now.

You scrub a hand down your face and sigh, trying to shake yourself out of that toxic thought cycle that’s so easy to fall into.

“You okay?”

Eddie’s still beside you at the register, now leaning against the back counter. He’s staring, brows furrowed.

Despite yourself, you shoot him a soft smile. That catches him off guard, you’re always so quick to the defense.

“Yeah, Eddie. I’m all good, just tired.” you sound it, voice rough.

Before he can ask anything else, you tell him you’re going to work on the returns from this week and get started organizing the vinyl before close.

You’re off to the back before he can even open his mouth, which honestly is impressive. That boy can talk.

It takes about an hour to finish up returns and you shuffle back to the front, shocked to see Eddie has already started organizing.

“Oh shit, tha-,” you’re cut off to Eddie jumping half a foot in the air and yelping out in surprise.

You bite your lip to stop your laugh but it doesn’t stop the shit eating grin that spreads across your face.

He points at you, cheeks flushed, “Don’t.” he says with a finger pointed at you.

You can’t help the giggle that escapes and Eddie’s eyes soften, happy to see you’re smiling. Even if it is at his expense.

“I was going to say thank you for starting to organize, I’ll start from the other end of the store and we can meet in the middle.”

He nods, a sweet smile on his face. Before you get lost in his dimples you busy yourself with vinyl.

It’s been another hour and a half and everything is in its rightful place. Both you and Eddie are sitting on the back counter, shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh.

No one has come in during your entire shift and there’s another two hours before close and the snow still hasn’t stopped.

Eddie leans his head back and lets out a loud groan, “I’m soooooo bored, why can’t we just close?”

He peaks down at you, slumped at his side. He follows the shape of your eyes down the slope of your nose to your lips.

“I know a way we could pass our time,” he blurts out, unable to stop himself. He’s still staring at your lips.

You look up and meet his amber eyes, his gaze more intense than you’re used to. You want to squirm, he’s looking at you like he wants to devour you whole.

“Oh yeah? What should we do?” you bump his shoulder, and he shakes his head and the moment is gone.

He pulls a joint out of his pocket, and your jaw drops.

“I’m not smoking weed at work, Edward!” your voice going up an octave.

He snickers as the horror stricken look on your face.

“Hey, come on. No one has come in and no one will. I’m surprised if we’ll even be able to leave.”

You’re still hesitant, he’s not wrong but you’d rather not get caught.

“Fuck it,” you slap your hands on your tight covered thighs, jumping down your skirt flounces back into place, Eddie tries and fails not to stare, “so where we doing this?”

He hops down beside and gives you another smile, pleasantly surprised you’re going along with this.

“Come on, I’ll show you my spot.”

He runs to the front door to lock it, he makes his way back to you to throw an arm around you to take you to the back.

You don’t fight him, to his surprise. You maybe even lean in a bit, he’s enjoying the contact too much to tease you though.

Turns out his spot is just a covered porch at the back of the record shop, you snag your coat on the way.

“Oh Fuck Me it’s cold,” you gripe as you step outside, the wind whips snow outside the porch, you can’t even see five feet in front of it.

“Shit, maybe you’re right, we wont be able to leave.” you worry, pulling your coat tighter around you, leanings closer to Eddie.

Eddie pulls you closer, relishing in the contact. He doesn’t know why you’re being so nice tonight but he’s not complaining.

“Worst case, you can come with me. The van drives just fine in the snow.” he exhales the first drag, you try not to stare and fail.

He hands the joint to you, your fingers already frozen. As you take a hit you register what he just offered. Now you’re coughing and not just because of the joint.

“Slow down it’s not going anywhere,” he says through a light laugh as he softly rubs your back.

“Did you just offer to take me home with you?”

It’s his turn to cough, and your turn to pat his back. You repeat his words back to him and he gives you a half hearted glare, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I was being gentlemanly and you’re the one making it dirty, I’ll have you know.” he reprimands, wagging his finger at you.

He takes another drag and passes it back, your fingers brush and it’s a shot of electricity up your arm.

The weed is definitely taking effect.

Eddie can’t take his eyes off the way your lips wrap around the joint, right where his lips had just been. An indirect kiss.

You’re quiet when you speak next, after handing him the shrinking joint.

“You’ve got to stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Being so kind to me. Makes me get my hopes up even though I know it doesn’t mean anything.”

The wind whistles around you while Eddie and you stare at one another.

You feel his arm pull away from you, and you’re convinced this is it as you look away so he won’t see you cry. He’s going to tell you sorry and he’s not interested. You can handle it, it’s not the first rejection you’ve faced.

You can’t look at him though, tears sting, threatening to fall.

“Hey,” he whispers, softer than you’ve ever heard him, “look at me, please.”

His hands find your cheeks, warm against your wind-chapped skin. Joint long forgotten as he tilts your head to look at him.

“It means something. It does, to me, it does. I’ve liked you since I started here. It’s not a joke and I’m sorry I’ve made you feel this way,” he pauses, his thumbs softly graze the tops of your cheeks.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.” you whisper.

You and Eddie Munson have your first kiss in a snowstorm, freezing cold and perfect.

[hier--soir]

🕯️ hier--soir's 4k gothic 🕯️

hey folks, somehow we've reached a point where there are over 4000 of you hanging out here and indulging my tomfoolery. so i thought i'd take a moment to say hi, say i love you, say i am endlessly grateful for this weird little corner of the internet, and i'd love to make some fun stuff to celebrate all that love + it’s a good excuse to write some little bits n bobs.

anyone who wants to play can send me something listed below, and i'll post it between mon 29th and sun 4th.

send as many asks as you like, just send them in separately please. if you request a fic, feel free to mention anything you don't want included in it [e.g. smut, gore]

PROMPTS- ╰┈➤ 🫀send me this with one of these prompts about "devotion" + a character [or two if you like] from the list below and i'll turn it into a ficlet [200-1000 words] that is bizarre or dark or gross or scary [or perhaps a mix of all the above] ╰┈➤ 🧛🏼send me this with a trope you love, and i'll recommend a film or a novel i think you might like. ╰┈➤ 🥀send me this with a prompt for a moodboard. it can be for a fic you love, a novel, a character, a film, an idea, anything. ╰┈➤ 🕯️mutuals send me this and i'll make a gothic moodboard based on your vibe.

CHARACTERS FOR FICLETS-

╰┈➤ joel miller

╰┈➤ ellie williams

╰┈➤ simon "ghost" riley

╰┈➤ johnny "soap" mactavish

╰┈➤ john price

tagging some moots that i think might want to play in the mud with me...

@joelscruff @agentmarcuspike @swiftispunk @5oh5 @sweetercalypso @softlyspector @bageldaddy @netherfeildren @atinylittlepain @atticrissfinch @macfrog @undercoverpena @fish-fearme @daydreamingmiller @mrsmando @saradika @thetriumphantpanda @ohcaptains @frannyzooey

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[aess-0x]

[avenirbeau]

Traduzindo as fanfics cherik deletadas da Yahtzee que consegui no Reddit, por que nada pode ser apagado da internet, nem mesmo a boa literatura.

Quem tiver interesse já pode entrar no drive, vai ser atualizado conforme o envio das traduções:

Drive das fics aqui.

Avisos:

Toda obra vai ter uma versão em pdf e outra em txt.

A tradução não está perfeita e não foi revisada ainda, planejo fazer isso futuramente numa atualização, mas se já quiser ler saiba que pode ter alguns erros.

Nunca soube o porquê de Yahtzee ter exclu��do todas as suas obras, mas se tem link de drive com elas rolando pelo Reddit e por aqui também, ninguém pode me impedir de traduzir.

Morte ao Elon Musk.

Receba.

[redlettermediathings]

Too soon.

[fairyshotgun]

maybe one day I will tell this story if I have the time. It's about some lab experiment children who get access to YouTube and start filming their science dad's impossible non-euclidean laboratory

Red glasses kid is named Yahtzee no-arms blonde girl is named Juliet, she has a twin with a side shave named Rosalyn

[jackyjango]

Hii, do you have the fic called Patheon by Yahtzee? Can you send me a copy?

Hello there! 🙂

I’m so so sorry for the late reply… I wasn’t active on this app for quite sometime. Here’s a link for the Dropbox for Yahtzee fics.

Hope this helps! 😬

[cosmic-navel-gazin]

Silent Hill 2 and the Hidden Costs of Remakes | Semi-Ramblomatic

Also recommend this shorter one. Really great food for thought on a game's choice of camera, the strengths and weaknesses of different types and how they can enhance or detract from the tone and vibe you're going for.

[goingpostal1980]

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I'm crazy good at Yahtzee. Kinda. DM me for a game of Shithead. Or Yahtzee. Or Go Fish, on cardgames.io

[firelise]

ah yes the holy trinity

recording ourselves/our friends having sex 🤝🏾 unnecessary singing 🤝🏾 durex commercial

[catinthedicebag]

The next time you play Yahtzee (or Kniffel in Germany) and you want to impress your family, maybe these shiny and good looking pip D6 are what you need. There are not many left in the shop, but I am able to make them in every of my designs, just send me a message :)

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[hurtslikeyourmouth]

So a random post, but I was going through my bookmarks earlier, looking forward to rereading some xmen rogan fics. Only to find they no longer exist on archive of our own. Or the author it seems.

The fics in question are

We can be heroes

Winter of banked fires

His terrible swift sword

Pantheon

The author is Yahtzee. Anyone by any chance have these wonderful fics saved? I hate to think I’ll never be able to read them again 💔💔💔💔🥺🥺✊

[macattac-trades]

Gameify Your Life

Or, game responses to describe how you’re feeling:

I’m in an intense game of Monopoly.

I’m stressing because I’m the one with the old maid.

I have too many babies, so I had to get another car.

I’m the werewolf so I’m anxious as fuck to get found out.

I can't get this wishbone out of the liver.

I really need a Yahtzee.

I forgot to yell Uno.

Waiting on my ticket to ride.

I need more ore to make a settlement.

I’m on my last domino.

I’ve got the pipe in the study, and we’ll see how it goes.

I’m at the elite four and I forgot to save before going in.

I’m about to Bop It this bitch.

When I said trouble I didn’t mean the board game.

I just need to make it out of the candy cane forest.

Just can’t seem to make it up this ladder.

I keep getting chutes.

I’m in a room full of marble-stealing hippos.

This leftover Z is coming out of my paycheck.

I'm hoping to get a straight piece soon.

I'm swimming in a pool without a ladder.

I've had my right hand on red for way too long.

I broke the ice.

I pulled the wrong block. / JENGA!!

You sent me home, you’d better be sorry.

Checkmate.

My battleships have been sunk. / My battleship :( / I’m sunk.

Courtesy of my amazing Stage Management Team.