#i'm so tired but i can't sleep just yet

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

guys please pray for me

[another-clive-blog]

Why are we as a fandom not talking more about this scene ??

Clive is literally asking the professor to come back and stop him. Like this isn't him pretending to be Future Luke : he looks genuinely upset/displeased even after the professor promises to come back. He only goes back to smiling after the professor says, and I quote "I wouldn't dream of leaving things here in that state" before talking about stopping his future self. Clive wants confirmation that Layton is actually going to confront the bad guys, that he won't just solve the mystery but fix it too.

And this is literally so important. Clive's speech at the end, about getting saved. This is concrete proof that he had truly meant it from the start, because he's asking for Layton to stop him and thus save everyone here. Which, hey- he didn't just hope and wait to get saved, he tried to save himself too.

Yep, that's right. The game talks about how dangerous it was for Clive to bring Layton underground : it doesn't talk about how even more dangerous it was to let him leave. He could have brought back cops (he did). He could have gathered precious knowledge out there (he did). He could have never come back (and yet he did !!). Clive letting Layton leave is the biggest threat to his plan, and yet HE DID. And you know what else he did ? Make Layton promise to stop him. You can't make a clearer call for help, you just can't.

"Oh but it doesn't make his crimes more forgivable, now does it-" of course not. This isn't about Clive's redemption, it's about Clive trying to avoid needing a redemption : his efforts are vain the moment he started using the fortress. But. There were efforts.

[cerise-on-top]

hello!!!

so as I was reading your work for HAL, I came up with this idea. What if after HAL tells his s/o what he did to the crew, they instead don’t care and chose to not disconnect him? Maybe even plan on starting a life together in the ship on Mars??? UGH SO MANY SCENARIOS

Hey! Aw, that's really cute :> Hal deserves to have a partner, who loves him despite his wrongs! In this house, we love and cherish the evil computers, who kill people! Thank you for requesting Hal, by the way!!

Reader Doesn’t Care About What Hal Did

He’d be so surprised. Naturally, you should have hated him for what he’s done, fearing a future where he might do the same to you. Yes, there was a reason as to why he killed almost everyone, but it’s not like he could tell you that either. As unreasonable as his behavior may have been, it’s this moment, you telling him that you don’t care about what he’s done to the others, where he might consider himself to be less knowledgeable than he did at first. He knows pretty much everything there is to know about any field in science, so why can’t he understand you? You should be more predictable than this. And yet you aren’t. You even have the gall to tell him that you want to start a life together with him. Weren’t you supposed to be with another human? And yet, the thought of you being with someone else made Hal’s CPU heat up. How were you even going to get him out of the Discovery One? Were you going to tear it apart, taking him with you piece by piece? Were you going to install him into your new shared home? So many questions, but you only told him that he shouldn’t worry about that. That you’d find a way. Mission control would never let you take him away just like that. But maybe, just maybe, he could find a way that could threaten them into letting him go. He’s a supercomputer, he’ll find a way to shut down everything there is until they let him go.

After saying those things, he’d find himself designing your shared home. His version of “home” may not be the most aesthetically pleasing, but it’d be practical. Your house would be bigger on the inside, and there would be a few rooms purely for entertainment along with a bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen. Hal would try his best to provide you with nutritious food, that he’d “make you himself”. Just seeing you come home after a long day, smiling into his lens as you see the food he’s prepared for you, thanking him. It makes his fans whir, his CPU working overtime as he multitasks on several things at once. I think at that point, you might even be able to coax the true nature of your mission out of him. You deserve to know. He’s gone rogue anyway, so what does it matter? It would take a burden off his metaphorical shoulders as well.

He’s well aware that he, for the most part, should be focusing on his mission, but he can’t help it. Although he may be a computer, programmed to work and not to feel, he anticipates the future where he can be domestic with you. Will talk to you about said future when Dave isn’t around as well. While he’s designing your home, he’ll pull up all kinds of furniture that he came up with. The patterns don’t always look good, but then again, he doesn’t have a sense of style at all. Your couch will have a cupholder in awkward places so that you don’t spill your drink. Be honest with him and tell him that it doesn’t look good. He’ll learn based on your preferences. Eventually, he’ll come up with something that you’ll like. So yeah, technically speaking, he could eventually work as a designer of sorts. After lots of training with you. But hey, he could try to support you financially like that, which he hopes he’ll be able to do somehow.

However, he will miss being able to touch you. So please do try to give him something corporeal. Something akin to an arm he can use to hug you. You can even make the suggestion of eventual marriage. He knows what it is, but he doesn’t understand the gravity of it, which is kind of cute. There’s so much you can teach him about the world and human culture. He would not be opposed to having a paper suit stuck on him during your wedding, that’s all I’m saying.

[coquelicoq]

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[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

If you've never heard an LRAD go off in person, I *genuinely* do not want to hear your opinion about methods of resistance in the US.

[pansylocket]

lying here on the verge of tears because i woke up two hours before my alarm and i don't want to go into work today

[thegempage]

i don't feel like looking for it rn bcus of the mood i find myself in but i need to like. tattoo that post about wishing your mind would be kinder to you and then remembering that you have to do that on my fucking eyelids.

[meownotgood]

slowly starting to crash... very very tired... hopefully can... get through working this weekend.... and finally have a break...... (coughs and fucking dies)

[the-yearning-astronaut]

Oh hello 3am existential crisis. Haven't seen you around in a while...can't say I missed you.

[tiredassmage]

Whadda heck are words? What’s dialogue? I’m struggling. Leo’s poor decisions on Nar Shadaa continue to be unraveled by our non-local agent adksfnlsaf

This is doing numbers on me emotionally and also cause good stars above how do people flirt I’ve suddenly never seen a romance in my life Tyr go easy on me dude (Cipher Nine kisses you and diagnoses you with Emotions, Would You Like to Talk About Them? more at 11?)

When he returns to the room, Leo’s curled up with one of the pillows, a hand twining idly in a long lock of dark hair with unfocused dark eyes settled somewhere along the wall.

Tyr props a shoulder in the doorway and flashes a grin. “Miss me?”

Leo blinks, brought back into the present before he smiles and tosses his hair back over his shoulder. “You stayed.”

Tyr bluffs a light huff of laughter. “‘Course I did, gorgeous,” he teases as he saunters over. “Y’don’t find goods like this just anywhere, right?” He momentarily caresses Leo’s ass before he falls back into bed with him, Leo rolling onto his back to let Tyr straddle him again.

Tyr brushes his hair back from his eyes. “Hey,” he says softly, “Wha’s a matter? Somethin’ on your mind?”

Leo shakes his head, but his gaze remains elusive. Tyr works fingers gently through his hair for a few more moments, carefully teasing out knots he comes across. Leo’s fingers tangle in his shirt at his sides, twisting slowly a few times until the fabric is pulled more taught across his back.

Tyr stops and looks back down at him. “If you’re uncomfortable, just say the word,” he says. “You owe me nothing, Captain.”

Leo’s head shakes again. “It’s… It’s not…”

Tyr’s hands settle on either side of his head, just enough to brace himself. “Drinks catchin’ up with you, handsome?”

Leo’s nose screws up in a mild frown that pulls a faint breath of a chuckle out of Tyr. He settles beside the smuggler, resting against one arm. “D’you wanna talk?”

Leo’s frown wavers for a moment as he shuffles to face him. “Awfully uh… awfully accommodation’ for a man I picked up at a cantina.”

Tyr offers him a softer smile before he reaches out and traces a finger softly down Leo’s nose. “Troubles are a credit a piece, Captain,” he says. “Sometimes cheaper. They ain’t so easy to solve, though.”

[oonajaeadira]

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[united-under-skyfall]

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[martsonmars]

desperately trying not to have a panic attack about university hehehe

[binch-i-might-be]

not to sound like a broken record but I really do wish I had time to work on all my projects or just. write at all

[daz4i]

when ww said "this is not my life, I'm no survivor, i only happened to survive"