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the-unsigned:

Wrong video guys, sorry! This is my teary-eyed thanksgiving one!

(I saw Stephen Merchant back in October. And it was fun. He signed my boobs and groped my ass.)

Whoops guess who else got teary eyed? You are such a kind and lovely and incredibly strong person, and I really look up to and admire you.

Ahaha this is really corny and maybe it’s creepy although I hope it comes across as complementary instead because that’s how I mean it but…. When I grow up I want to be the Unsigned!

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fuchsiamae:

the-unsigned:

Title: Fear Nothing (Part 1 of 3)

Rating: R

Warnings/Pairings: No pairings however triggers such as death and severe pre-meditated emotional manipulation.

Summary: Do you really fear nothing? I bet I can change your mind.

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rebloggin’ for future reference!

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the-unsigned-deactivated2012010 asked: let's see: GLaDOS, Batman and the 12th Doctor (What me be narcissistic? HOW DARE YOU!?)

Ummm… Kiss GLaDOS, and then sprint in the other direction.

Fuck Batman, especially if we’re talking animated series Batman (HHNNGGG).

Marry the 12th doctor because reasons ; v ;

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Okay, so this idea has been in my head for a while. As soon as I saw rubitinmyeyes’ medical horror Wheatley picture it struck me that if you actually had to fight him at the end of the game then this song would be extremely appropriate as the boss theme.

And thus, since The Unsigned’s AMAZING fic, Night of the Living Wheatley, is based on said picture, it is an incredibly appropriate song as a sort of…. soundtrack? Especially for the latest chapter!

Yes I know I am ridiculous ahaha

the-unsigned:

Title: The Mailroom

Rating: G

Pairing: ….that would spoil it, but not what you think.

Summary: A story with a happy ending.

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AWWW reblogging again because this is utterly sweet! I love the idea of Chell working in a mailroom for some reason, and I love the idea of intergenerational friendship, especially between these two who have already got so much in common and sort of already know each other without knowing each other. I swear I didn’t get misty-eyed when she gave him the cube. I didn’t. waaahh

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            The fifteen year old girl stared up at her father quietly, occasionally passing him the tools he needed.

            Doctor Worth looked at his daughter every so often. At times like these he wondered why he’d ever needed to pull her out of school. She was smart, she never disobeyed but she never seemed to desire friendships with other people.

            “Matilda?”

            “Yes dad?”

            “I’m going to go get Doctor Marzec. Watch the project, would you?”

            The thirteen year old nodded as her father disappeared. The machine started to hum to life and Matilda looked up.

            “How may I help you today?”

            “Hello. My Dad will be back soon.” Matilda’s eyes dropped back to the novel her tutor had instructed her to read.

            “What are you reading?”

            Matilda’s eyes flickered up. “It’s by Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities. I don’t like it very much. I’m not very good with words.”

            “You talk just fine.”

            Matilda smiled suddenly. No one had ever complimented her like that. Her Dad and her tutor always had praised her mind for numbers and computer science but both tended to shake their heads when she was prodded to speak.

            “My name’s Matilda.”

            “I am titled EMP-473-Y. It’s nice to meet you.”

            Matilda smiled wide. “Do you know anything about books?”

            The machine blinked. “No. I am programmed to run banking transactions.”

            “Would you like to learn? I can teach you.”

            “That’s not possible. The robot isn’t programmed to learn those things.”

            “She wants to, Daddy.”

            “Yes, I would like to.” EMP piped up.

            Dr. Marzec pulled off his glasses, polished them on his shirt and tried to find something to do with his hands. “Your daughter ah…certainly has a way with machines.” He mumbled.

            Dr. Worth had never seen the expression on his daughter’s face to that day. If he didn’t know better he would say she was in love with his robot. That of course, was impossible.

Nights: A Bedtime Tale for the Unsigned

Some nights she sleeps outside. Only when the weather was warm, of course, and the sky clear. She watches the stars, occasionally tries futilely to count them, and traces pictures in her mind. She’s sure the constellations she sees are not those mapped out by the ancients. Old men in Greece wouldn’t have found images of strange machines and even stranger guns in the sky.

 Sometimes he joins her. Most of the time he doesn’t notice, doesn’t wake when she slips out of their bed and lies down in the grass to contemplate the heavens, only finding her in the morning and he scolds her halfheartedly for making him worry and frets about her catching cold. But those nights when he does feel her absence through the fog of sleep, he always follows her outside. He never looks at the stars with her, because even after all this time the sight of space still frightens him. Instead he watches her, taking in every miraculous detail that he’s already memorized, still completely captivated. He’s certain he never will get over that.

 Those nights they lay together, he tells her stories which she illustrates for herself with the heavens, and they hold each other close. And those mornings afterward they find pictures in the clouds, because those don’t frighten him at all. Later they gather their clothes that had been scattered about in the dark and they head inside, and he still frets about her catching cold.

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