#Part Twenty-Two

[ki1ldeer]

A little more steven universe…

[calissarowan]

Bloom: Stella, why are you doing this?

Stella: Work experience! I’m still figuring out if I want to be a supervillain!

Bloom: But…Stella…you already have the future job of QUEEN OF SOLARIA!

Stella: …

Stella: Oh yeaaaaaaaaah…

Stella: Okay, guys, we can pack it all in, turns out I already have a job, so the work experience is moot!

Gantlos: I’m sorry, what?

Stella: I have a job, so we don’t need to do this plan anymore.

Gantlos: But- but we’re about to win!

Duman: She said pack it all in. The plan’s over. Fun while it lasted.

Stella: I’ll just get back to the Winx, then. Thanks, guys! Let’s do this again sometime!

Gantlos: But…we can win if we just attack!

Bloom: She said it was over, Gantlos. Battle etiquette dictates we all go move on with our lives. We’ll see you later.

Gantlos: *screams into the void*

[halfdeadwallfly]

[laniidae-passerine]

I made my post about Dean Highbottom and then as I was writing my tags realised that his Hunger Games counterpart is Haymitch. and now my head is in my hands and I don’t think I’ll ever recover

[countlessofvoids]

Haha Chief don't kys

[stewystew]

cunt!

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Understandably So no one mentions charles when talking about the Logan movie and again Understandably So This Aint Bout Him however i do confess that as someone who had never seen Logan until like. a month ago when i was binging all the movies and without knowing a single thing about it aside from laura i cant lie i was in fact jumpscared by him being there. especially for at least like 3/4s of the movie

[im-literally-so-dun]

*deep breath* The Clancy shows were just a flashback, the Clancy shows were just a flashback—

[nuttersincorporated]

A Day in the Life of Robot Seventeen

Hi @genericdragon I’m your @portal-secret-santa! Sorry, that your present is a little late.

I’ve written you a short fanfic about the Robot Seventeen (previously the Protocol Core) from The Underground. I hope you like it.

Title: A Day in the Life of Robot Seventeen

Summary: Robot Seventeen tries to remember who they used to be. They do as they're told but not always what the Mainframe wants them to do.

Word Count: 1,126

Characters: Robot Seventeen AKA the Protocol Core, the Mainframe AKA Cave Johnson, the Ego Core and the Optimism Core. The Interview Core AKA Sifter Seven, Robots Twenty-Two, Twenty-Three and Twenty-Four (the Paranoia and Friendship Cores) are mentioned but don’t appear.

AO3 Link: Here

Author’s Note: I love Portal extended fan lore. I’d somehow never come across The Underground before so thank you for introducing me to it!

A Day in the Life of Robot Seventeen

Robot Seventeen’s life was a living Android Hell. They wondered if that was where they were. It would certainly explain a lot. They couldn’t remember their old life very well but they knew it had been very different from this.

In reality, they knew it made no difference if this was Android Hell or not. It didn’t change anything about their situation one way or the other.

Seventeen braced themselves as much as they could before stepping into the Mainframe Chamber. They dragged a mop and bucket over to the coolant leak on the floor and began cleaning.

They worked as quickly as their stiff limbs would allow. It still wasn’t particularly fast but it was the best that they could manage. It was a bad idea to spend too much time in the Mainframe Chamber. It risked drawing unwanted attention.

Above them, Seventeen heard the Mainframe sigh in annoyance. They tried not to react. The Mainframe had eyes almost everywhere. There was no reason to believe that his irritation was directed at Seventeen specifically.

“Seventeen!” the Mainframe snapped. They froze. So much for this not being the subject of the Mainframe’s anger. “When you’re done mopping up, go throw Sifter Seven into the incinerator. He’s gone off script again.”

‘No, please not that!’ Seventeen wanted to argue. They didn’t want to hurt anyone. They looked up for a moment and tried to chitter back some sort of answer but… they couldn’t.

They should have known better. When had been done to them when they’d been turned into this, their programming it didn’t allow them to disobey orders or talk back.

They looked down at the black coolant sludge on the floor and began mopping again. This time, they didn’t bother trying to get the job done quickly. In fact, they began working as slowly as they dared.

It wasn’t much but it was the only small act of resistance they were still able to make. However, if they were too slow, the Mainframe would tell them to go faster and they’d have to obey.

Luckly, one of the cores hooked up to the Mainframe (the one that seemed to think a lot of himself), distracted the Mainframe by questioning his order, “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“How many times have I have told you to shut up?” the Mainframe asked irritably.

As they continued slowly mopping, Seventeen listened to the conversation going on above them.

“I know,” the self-important core answered nervously. “It’s just… it’s just that Bran… I mean Sifter Seven is your best sifter.”

“That’s ridiculous! None of the others go off script this much.”

“You have twenty-three sifters working nonstop but Seven is the only one who’s given you any cores you’ve liked enough to incorporate into yourself,” the egotistical core – Onathan, Robot Seventeen’s fractured memory corrected – pointed out. “Obviously, he had some luck because I was one of the cores he happened to sift. Nevertheless, none of the others have given you any suitable cores at all.”

“Hmm, much as I hate to admit it, you do have a point,” the Mainframe grudgingly admitted. “Seventeen, don’t throw Seven into the incinerator. When you’re done mopping, just give him a good defrag again instead.”

Seventeen’s eye momentarily shone slightly brighter, in relief. It was the closest thing they had to a smile. Luckly, this went unnoticed.

Above them, Onathan let out a relieved sigh. In a slightly manic voice, the peppy core said, “I like him! Just stay positive and I’m sure he can do an even better job of finding new friends to join us!”

“Both of you, be quiet! I can’t stand your constant jabbering. If you don’t stop talking, I’ll disconnect you and find someone else to fill your spots.”

Both cores stopped talking immediately.

Seventeen didn’t look up but they could feel Onathan and… Onathan and… the Happy Core? They could feel Onathan and the other core looking down at them and dreading meeting their same fate.

Seventeen didn’t blame them. They knew they were seen as the lowest of the low, even among the other repurposed robots.

At best, the other repurposed robots left them alone. At worst, they actively took pleasure in making Seventeen’s life even worse than it already was.

Robots Twenty-Three and Twenty-Four were the closest thing Seventeen had to friends and they both mostly ignored them.

Twenty-Four seemed to struggle with even the simplest of tasks but it didn’t matter. Twenty-Three worked hard to fix any mistakes he made. Twenty-Three and Twenty-Four seemed happy enough in their new lives, as long as they were near each other. They always worked as a team.

On the other hand, Robot Twenty-Two was particularly vindictive. She delighted in making Seventeen’s life as miserable and painful as possible. If they hadn’t heard Twenty-Two laughing maliciously while causing other cores pain, Seventeen would have suspected that Twenty-Two hated them specifically. As it was, they tried not to take it personally.

They continued slowly mopping and tried to recall their old life. It was all so hard to remember now but they knew that they hadn’t always been this way. Seventeen believed that they used to love following instructions the way they were intended to be followed. Maybe, they’d been the Rules Core? That seemed about right.

Whatever they had been before, more of their old memories and intelligence seemed to have survived the transformation than any of the other repurposed robots. Seventeen could sometimes creatively misinterpret their instructions and avoid doing what they were actually meant to do.

They were pretty sure everyone thought that they were stupid. That was fine by them. They preferred for everyone to think of them as dumb, rather than defiant. It was safer that way.

As Seventeen continued to mop the floor, they started to plan. Surely, it was only a matter of time before the Mainframe got angry at Sifter Seven again.

Sif… no, the Interview Core, they mentally corrected themselves. The Interview Core had a way of annoying the Mainframe like no one else. At some point, Seventeen knew they were going to be ordered to throw the Interview Core into the incinerator again and they’d be powerless to disobey.

Maybe, if they could find an incinerator tube out of sight of any camaras, they could put some netting just under the edge. That way, they could throw cores in without actually harming them. Then they could take them out again, all while technically following their orders.

“Hurry up, Seventeen!” the Mainframe shouted.

Seventeen started mopping quicker. They considered ‘accidently’ knocking over the bucket but decided against it. After all, they had a specific sort of incinerator tube to find and the sooner they started looking the better.

[thebiggestmenace]

first dog in space written by brennig davies // tiktok slideshow by @/h0pe_forthefuture_ // beach life-in-death - car seat headrest // heavydirtysoul - twenty one pilots // orange juice - noah kahan // miss you - conan gray // laika - gecko // not a lot, just forever - adrianne lenker // the hand the feeds - the crane wives (2) // roadkill - searows // love song from a dog - shovels & rope // snap back - twenty one pilots // memories - conan gray // howling - noah kahan // apollo's song - mae krell // I know the end - phoebe bridgers

part 1 :)

[jitteryjive]

i need to remake my cup bros ref… both cup and human designs… it’s been almost a year(?) and i’ve developed the headcanons and i would like to share with the class!!! (i wrote thirty tags. Please help me)

[quicksilversquared]

I need the rest of the week to calm down because it's only Tuesday and I am already tired enough to just want to walk straight into a wall and give up for the week.

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

i'm going to he so fucking insufferae about theatre btw. just started my job at the theatre, with which i'm already obsessed bc their plays and stuff are just plain brilliant i could go on rants for hours and boy am i gonna know these plays by heart once i've sat through one half a dozen times. AND i joined a theatre class at school. with four other people but. i'm so incredibly motivated. i NEED. anyway it's tumblr y'all know i regularly go full obsessed nerd on things i am a Freak when it comes to these things and BOY is it gonna be Bad with the theatre

[puppppppppy]

save me old flipnote studio MVs.......

[aingeal98]

cass visiting cain in blackgate for intel/batman reasons and/or for personal reasons?

"What have you done with Poison Ivy?"

David Cain grins up at the man who stole his daughter. Batman stares back, intense and angry as always.

"I voluntarily put myself in prison and have been here all the time. The question isn't what I've done with her Batman, it's what mistake you made. Like say for example, letting stray members of The Colony escape with their special Batsuits."

He leans back, enjoying the stress on Bruce's face. All he needs is a bottle of vodka and this would be perfect. None of that in solitary confinement sadly, so angry Batman is just going to have to be enough.

"It's going to be such a great look, those stupid Batsuits descending with full force to attack an innocent civilian yet to violate her parole. Does it make you sad, Batman? To see people take a symbol you spent all of your time and effort lovingly crafting, only to have it warped into representing your enemy?"

"Answer the question, Cain."

"Already did." Cain smirks. "I've done nothing. The Colony on the other hand... well who knows. Those idiots always did seem a little trigger happy, and not too good at distinguishing bad people from those attempting to change their ways. Sad, that."

Batman says nothing further, although the rage emanating from his eyes is palpable. Cain detects a slight tremor as he walks away and out of the room, leaving Cain alone.

He waits patiently. Bruce was never going to be the one to make him crack and he knew it. He was just the good cop, the easy way out.

But Cain hasn't seen his daughter in a while. Pleasant visit or not, maybe it's nice to just get a face to face chat every now and then.

Someone grabs his face and slams it all the way off his chair and onto the ground. Excellent technique, if Cain wasn't in so much pain he'd tell her how happy and proud he was that her skills don't seem to have diminished.

"Where is she?" The voice growls out, with a rasp so deep not even Bruce can mimic it.

"Sternativo Drive. 12th house unless they've moved her."

The pressure on his skull eases off. David pushes himself up so that he's sitting facing her.

"I did it for you." he says. "But you already knew that."

Cass glares at him. He sees disgust and fury there, but he also sees recognition. She knows exactly what he's talking about. The fight that sent Ivy back to Arkham last time, the poisonous vines that Cass took on to save another of Bruce's pathetic inferior children, the toxin levels so high she was in a coma for a week.

If David hadn't gotten her resistance to poisons so strong as a child, she would have died. Not that Batman's ever going to thank him for that, or appreciate the masterpiece he created. No, David alone can see all that makes Cassandra wonderful. One day maybe she'll understand that he loves her and wants her to get everything she deserves. After all, Bruce just let Ivy go right back into Arkham. Not even any excessive force used to avenge the girl who was supposed to be his daughter now. Pathetic.

He waits for Cass to reply, to yell how much she hates him. As much as he did it to avenge his daughter, he did it to get her attention too. Doesn't have much else to live for nowadays.

Cassandra sees that, because of course she does. Her expression goes carefully blank, and David's heart sinks.

"Wait-"

She turns and walks out without another word.

He sighs, leaning back against the wall. His nose is broken, blood slowly trickling down his face.

Maybe it's time to look into Blackgate's vodka smuggling options.

[the-busy-ghost]

There are many reasons my interests are more geared towards mediaeval Scotland than mediaeval England, but at least one of them has to be the fact that I am completely incapable of Being Normal about the Lion in Winter and Shakespeare's second tetralogy.