#roosterteeth fandom

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My first completed picture in a while

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Petition for Catherine Fieldrow “Summer RosePetal”

Greetings all!  For those who have a DA and have been following the RWBY group you’ve probably already heard of this (and hopefully signed). For those that don’t, a fellow fan of RoosterTeeth has been diagnosed with Leukemia about a year ago. Doctor’s say she won’t make it in time for the release of RT’s “Lazer Team” so the group -and hopefully others as well- is trying to get her an early screening. I think it’s a wonderful idea and if anyone else would like to sign I’ll leave a link here. 

https://www.change.org/p/the-staff-at-roosterteeth-give-roosterteeth-fan-summer-rosepetal-an-advanced-screening-of-lazer-team?recruiter=435177622&utm_source=share_petition&utm_medium=copylink

Let’s get her to that early screening guys! :D 

[sleepingfancies]

What???

Rooster Teeth fandom please, please clear me up on this because all I saw was "Monty passed away" and I'm really confused and scared.

Please, please tell me this isn't true.

[redlikerayses]

Gender Dysphoria: mild to severe unhappiness with one’s biological sex or its usual gender role, with the desire for the body and role of the opposite sex.

  Body dysmorphic disorder: a mental illness that involves belief that one’s own appearance is unusually defective (worthy of hiding or fixing), while one’s thoughts about it are pervasive and intrusive (at least one hour per day), although the perceived flaw might be nonexistent.If the perceived flaw is actual, it is minor or perception of its significance is severely exaggerated

I have both of these.Pretty severe cases,actually,esspeically concerning the dysmorphia one.I hate my body.There is literally not one good thing i can find about it.I hate my legs,my stomach,my breasts,my vagina,the arms,everything.I hate it.

Because of this,taking showers are a very daunting and difficult task for me.I dread taking showers,dread seeing my body naked.When i first began experiencing symptoms of dysphoria and dysmorphia,showers were the hardest thing in the world for me.I had to take them In the dark,with my eyes shut just to keep from doing something drastic,and I often cried myself to sleep because of this.I would often skip taking showers for this reason.

I needed help. Desperately. I tried everything i could,everything I found online;nothing worked.Nothing,that is,until i was introduced to the Roosterteeth community.

I’d been a huge fan of Roosterteeth since i was 7,but I never really interacted with anyone in the community.Then,i started making fandom accounts on a few different sites,and my life was changed.I’ve met so many awesome people,laugh more,appreciate art and stories more.But more importantly,i can take showers again.

The community provided me with fanfictions and fanarts and headcanons and whatnot.When I took showers,I began to think about those.My body would go on autopoilot while I dreamed up fictional universes and situations for the RT Crew,or imagined them doing the things I saw in fanart,or in headcanons.Before I would know it,my shower had been completed.

I could take showers again.

This was a huge deal for me.While it didn’t completely cure my illnesses, I didnt have to fear the shower anymore.I could shower with the lights on again,without fear of doing something horrible once I saw my body.Again,the  community didn’t cure my illnesses,but this was still a huge,huge deal for me.

And It was all thanks to the RT community. I have a never ending list of people I’m so,so,so thankful for.That list includes,but is not limited to:

spiderjockey

glackedandmullered

jackinthatpattillo

padalickingood

freemyedgar

iamtheoneinthehole

And so many more people.

If you write fanfcitions or headcanons or draw dumb fanart for this fandom,and you are not on this list,i still owe you so,so much.Because your words or your art may have helped me through the night without crying.They may have helped me get to sleep.They may have prevented me from doing something horrible to myself.

This is a huge,long,sappy,embarrassing post that i’m probably going to regret making and that I'm super nervous about posting,and i’m sorry for it,but I just felt the need to make it,to show my gratitiude for everyone in the community.You’ve helped me through so much..And while I still have major problems with my body,you’ve fixed this thing for me.For that,i owe you guys so much.

Thank you.From the bottom of my heart,i thank every single content creator in the Roosterteeth fandom from the bottom of my heart.I love you all so,so much.

Thank you.

[linmanuelshousecat]

hey, if I wanted to watch just one roosterteeth video, just to try it, which should I watch? (yes I'm the gavin screams girl)

[sofarsoperfect-blog]

i don't think i've found fandoms that are so nice in my entire life

i'm so proud of the roosterteeth fandom. we're such a family and we understand how much these people mean to us and we work so hard to support them, even if we can't actually donate and sponsor and do all that stuff that requires money. we understand and we still try to be there for one another, and i'm just so amazed

and then there's the 5sos fam where everyone is so welcoming and sweet and supportive and we're all just so supportive of everything the boys are doing and going through and we're all so proud, knowing that they're getting more and more famous and we're so ready to see them all through it

i've been in a few fandoms in the almost four years i've been on this site and i don't think i've ever enjoyed myself as much as i do in these two amazing fandoms, you're all so wonderful and i love you all

[mothmansthighs]

Reblog if you are going to cry... BECAUSE ROOSTERTEETH IS MOVING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[vylania]

Hi! I was just wondering, are you taking more requests? Because I was wondering if I could have a Michael x Reader one-shot where the reader is overwhelmed with editing videos because she took on too many things and has a panic attack, and Michael finds her? You can take it from there. c: Thank you!

oh anon i love this idea ^u^, sorry about not getting this done any sooner school has been a bitch lately, ah well, here it is!!!

Sorry for mistakes and stuff, but you know, sometimes mistakes and shit happen

~Bri

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Title: I Got You

Rate: PG-13 (anxity, angust, fluff, cussin, make outs)

Length:

Pairing: Michael Jones x Reader

“Are you sure your not coming (Y/N)?” your close companion, and longing crush (sounding like the fucking school girl you were), Michael Jones asked you. His question stating he wanted to know if you were coming to lunch with him and the rest of the Achievement Hunter office.

You pondered the thought before realizing that you couldn’t. You had too much editing to be slacking behind on, and needed to caught up after being sick for that week. You shook your head in response and looked toward your co-worker, a ting of sadness on his face. You smiled sympathetically, “Sorry Michael, I was gone way to long and need to catch up.” you stated matter-o-factly.

You heard Geoff snort from beside the auburn boy, you looked toward him and he gave you a lazy smile, “You know, (Y/N), you do have quite a bit of work, and you’ve been working on it all day, you should take a break, its not gonna hurt.” he stated.

You shook your head again and just smiled softly. “Nah, I wanna get this done Geoff. Just go, and bring me back something!” you said and shooed the 6 of them out of the office door.

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Its been about 15 minutes and your already extremely stressed. You’re editing the newest Wednesday Let’s Play and its already fucked up. Ray and Ryan are both missing footage, and Gavin doesn’t have audio, for some reason Jacks voice is echoed and Geoff’s audio is 1 minute ahead of footage.

You groan leaning back in your seat and close your (E/C) eyes. You start to clench and unclench your fist, your breathing gets ragged. They cant re-record it! The footage is due tomorrow and since you made them SWEAR not to touch your footage they couldn’t have done anything before hand. GOD DAMN IT. You stand and pace the room, thumping your clenching fist against your sides. You can’t concentrate on one thing, and the room is getting hotter and smaller.

Hot tears weld in you eyes. You let yourself cry, giving into the anxiety. You flop onto the floor and bring your knees up to your chest, you rock slightly. Your breathing gets more and more shallow and your holding back loud sobs afraid someone might hear and run to you, you don’t want anyone NEAR you right now, especially Michael Jones. You’d have an aneurism if he walked in on you crying in the fetal position on the floor over stupid editing, and HE would have a fucking field day, he’d hold it over your head for days!

A small sob escapes at the knowing thought, the truth. ’He’d laugh about what a fucking baby you are! Crying over video editing. He’d find out you like him and never love you back!’ your thoughts were a hurricane, thumping against the unstable security walls of your inner being, tormenting you. “shut up shut up shut up!!” you whispered half heartedly to yourself. You pulled your hoodie over your head and rocked a little faster. “This should all be over soon.” you stated. Your tears came heavier and a fever struck, you rocked slower to nurse the nausea that was coming on, another small sob.

Suddenly the door flung wide open, it was Michael. “Hey (y/n)! I brought back your favorite, (fav takeout food)! I didn’t want you being lonely so I left earl-” he stopped mid sentence taking in you appearance. His brown eyes wide like a deer in the headlights. There you were, sitting on the floor, dark makeup smeared down you (Skin/C) flushed cheeks, eyes swollen and pink and puffy, (long, med, short) (H/C) hair disheveled and sticking out from under your (F/C) hood.

You both stared at each other, your (E/C) eyes locked with his chocolate ones. Suddenly your body was wracked with a sob and more tears came, you were suddenly very sick again you rocked forward grabbed a stray, unlucky garbage can and released the stuff you had eaten for that morning. “Shit.” Michael hissed, he leaned down next to you on the floor rubbed your back and held your hair out of your face. “Shhhh, your fine, don’t worry, its okay, I got you.” He whispered reassurances into your ear, more husky sounding than it really should, but that might just be you and your sudden need for contact from this easily angered Jersey Boy.

You lunged forward attaching yourself to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You buried your face into his abdomen and cried, you cried hard than you have in a long time, and he was there for you, rubbing tiny, comforting circles into your back.

“It was too much!” You cried angrily. Sitting back crying like a child, hiccup sobs, snot, and the full on ugly cry face, eyes closed, your free hand rubbing them and the other intertwined with Michaels own. You told him the story and he nodded, telling you not to worry about it they’ll re-record and put something else up. You hiccupped lightly and nodded.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Michael convinced you to eat your food, and chew about 5 pieces of gum to help with the vomit. He shoved in another piece, the last piece, “didn’t you get any?” you asked, a small hiccup still in your voice and you cringed.

He smirked, for some unknown reason and leaned forward. “I’m getting one right now.” he said and smashed his lips to yours. They were chapped, yet soft, and electricity vibrated through your body. You kissed back with force, suddenly you felt him smirk and gasped in surprise at the sharp nibble at your bottom lip, his tongue forcefully exploring yours. When you parted, both oxygen deprived and breathing heavy your gum was missing.

“Hey!” you acknowledged the now missing gum and looked toward the victim. A smirk shown on his face, and he was chewing something, your gum was that something. He winked at you, leaned forward and kissed your forehead, running his fingers through your (long, med, short) (H/C) hair and pushing some behind your ear.

“Remember, (Y/N), I always got you.