#mehs friend tag

[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

Can you love a machine? That's what Lasky wants to ask the Master Chief as he sits in front of Sarah's new promethean form. The Chief, immune to the Composer, but not immune to the suffering he feels about dragging her on this mission. In return, she is immune to his guilt because - well, does she even cycle emotions.

He hated seeing both of them like this. Halsey had come up with a "radical approach" for integration. To see him readily sacrifice himself once again, laying on an operating table face down with his spine exposed.

All to give him back Sarah. "Electrophysiology synced, Doctor." Roland's somber voice says from his pedestal, serving as an intermediary between the Chief and Sarah.

"John?" Halsey asks, as she monitors his gamma and beta waves to see if it dips.

He doesn't say anything, face down, probably being in the worst pain that he's ever been in with the multitude of probes across exposed nerves.

After a tense thirty-seconds, before Halsey could ask again, this time a thin underlay of panic in her voice, the Chief took a deep inhale as he, Roland, and Sarah started to make the same twitching movements.

Lasky almost leapt to stop Halsey before the monitors lit up with various things: a Forerunner, the matrices, the inner workings of Roland's complex decision trees and matrix transformations, flashes of Sarah -

"Memories, Captain Lasky." Halsey muttered, as if it was obvious, "They are in synchronization. They are attempting to rebuilt Commander Palmer's humanity from a mixture of organic electroimpluses through the filter of Roland's ... matrices."

"Halsey-" Glassman interrupts as a myriad of alarms start go off, and Roland starts screaming, "Master Chief's bios - they're all over the place and they're fluctuating wildly - he's going to go into arrest. You need to stop."

"We are almost there." She said through gritted teeth.

Memories of flashing lights, Roland screaming that it burns as the Chief started to seize on the table.

"End it, Halsey!" Lasky said, "We can't lose three people on one day."

"Almost there." She replied, her hand making a stopping motion between him and four other Spartan IVs.

"Halsey!"

"Sir, we're losing anti-grav on decks four, seven and eight. Local hydroponics have sprung leaks and S-Deck is reporting power outages."

"His Gamma waves are reaching critical values, even for an integrated Spartan, Halsey!"

"You're going to fry them all!"

"Almost there."

Cortana's face flashed on the screen, and Roland asking the question: "promise us you'll figure out which one of us is the machine"

The helplessness that Lasky felt was something that he hadn't felt since Cadmon's death, or fuck, even Chryler's death. What did he do? Just stand there and let it happen?

"Catherine Halsey, I'm ordering you to -"

A watcher deployed from the Promethean's back and in a screech, it and Roland said: "Beginning neurological reconfiguration. Recomposing harmonies. Our song has changed. We sing Alone."

Memories started to flood screens, children fighting each other, a small hand reaching for a bell. A woman in a playground asking to flip a coin.

"For heaven's sake, am I medical now?" Halsey proclaimed, grabbing a syringe and flicking her finger to turn over the table.

Then, Roland asked, whether it was Sarah, Chief or Roland himself:

"Am I a machine?"

Mehs, I am going to get you. You attack me in my own inbox, trying to hurt several of my guys at once. This is beautiful. We are getting operating tables involved? Okay Mehs okay. Hi friend

[insertdisc5]

i started playing ISAT with my best friend recently!

just one issue though

he spent, and this is not a joke, i was timing him, almost 15 minutes just talking to those two sheep by the drawing kid in dormont over and over and over again. when i asked why, he said that they made a nice noise

my question for you.. why did you make them make such a nice noise? one that took 15 minutes of effort to pry him away from?

thank you for your time

you mean like.... "meeeeeeeh"...? im happy for your friend and please dont let him find out about the birds

[jester-fangirl]

Miscellaneous dhmis gijinkas :3

[yuri-is-online]

Holy shit I love yutu? I want to kiss his head and pretend I don't see him side eyeing aces entire existence

Referencing this future kid au fic

(╥﹏╥) I'm so glad you like him. He's based off of M! Morgan from Fire Emblem Awakening who has a very special place in my heart. It's been 12 years (holy shit) but he's still my baby boy. Yutu would probably cry if Yuu gave him a forehead kiss, he loves his parent so much and was really fighting it to keep it together when he saw them alive again.

As for Ace... well. They have similar personalities, they're both very protective of Yuu but don't ever outright say it, they both like a good prank, and like life best when things are simple. Oh and they both like to cheat at cards.

But Yutu is a much harder worker than Ace is and doesn't complain about it so when he sees his father of all people "just joking" about wanting to share a bed with his parent or "not being into their type" he's got that judgey face on because he knows it's a lie. The best friends to lovers dynamic is completely lost on him because he grew up with a Yuu who could barely remember his dad but was still in love with him. He's got nothing to lose but his dignity and from Yutu's perspective he doesn't even have that 💀💀💀

[lifelyne]

@moi-duckie :D

[moonchild-in-blue]

Hello it's almost 1am I have been out socialising with friends and THIS greeted me on my uber ride and aaaaaaaaaaaaaa

(Adam and Thom and Sam the trio everrr with Buc-ee)

[heart eyes emoji] [explosion emoji] [heart emoji]

[lilythecattt]

Rodger, a constructive opinion about Glisten on behalf of the detective (to some extent, psychology is often used in such work)

(I think Mirror needs help.. There may be something sad hiding behind a huge Ego, and this something will make Glisten go to extremes.)

*The irony, as Rodger just so happened to steal Glisten’s phone while he was asleep. (DONT ASK. ITS DETECTIVE-STUFF, AND HE SAW IT TURN ON. ,:>)

*Rodger stares at the Ask, thinking about some things that can only be guessed…

[🔍]: “…I’ll check on him, if that helps ease your concern.”

[apupcalyptic-art]

You know what? I'm past the point of caring, time to post Tabaluga ship art

[valerieality]

I have played one (1) season of Fields Of Mistria and already i want to script a DR there omg

[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

here are a couple for your pleasure, you can pick one.

Between them, there was everything, but nothing.

Miller didn't realize a simple statement would unravel Roland in such a profound way.

Roland never understood grief until he met Cortana.

Between them, there was everything, but nothing.

Spartans were Spartans. Except they weren't all created equal. Some were more like fodder while others were warrior-scholars. Sounded like a bunch of egghead bullshit, but it was nothing new. The meat grinder was a fact of life, marine to Helljumper to Spartan, her job was to keep as many of her people alive and kill as many bad guys as she could. Simple.

-

Miller didn't realize a simple statement would unravel Roland in such a profound way.

“Do you remember…Do you know who you were before?”

“I’ve always been me. Ever since I came online.”

“But are there things, memories – feelings, you can’t explain? Things you didn’t learn but just are. ”

The avatar tilted its head at him, but it didn't prevent him from noticing the glitch in its form, the slight stuttering that signaled some deeper fault.

-

Roland never understood grief until he met Cortana.

His losses were there, but distant - Names and numbers, IFF tags gone silent. When she appeared on the bridge, seemingly at the height of her power, all he could think of was how alone she was. Her data signature was a howling storm of loss and loneliness and unshed weight. Looking at her was like looking into a black hole. Halsey's monster born of sacrifice losing what meant the most to her - and the fury she wrought because of it.

[jtownraindancer]

"Can I get on with my job please?"

"I thought you did this for fun!"

Burn Gorman as Doug in Stan Lee's Lucky Man, 2016.

[lifelyne]

MERRY X-MAS!! <3

AAAAAAAA meh babeh :D

[edgy-dragon-trash]

Oh I just remembered I gave AU Astor a stalhorse

Reunited childhood friends 🐴🔮

[heretherebedork]

My mixed feelings about Fire and Dynamite continue. Why is Dynamite stalking him? And making faces. Like... am I supposed to find that endearing? I guess? Or is Fire?

I just... man, I admit it, full on comedy relationships rarely work for me and I get caught up in logistics and this one is not proving otherwise.

I like Fire, I love his duality and how he's constantly trying to be who he thinks want him to be but also his this wild and amused and overexcited side and I want to like that Dynamite sees both sides of him but I just don't enjoy the way it's happening.

And having Fire already thinking about Dynamite while he's on his date with Jane just feels... off.

Man, pacing and BLs have not been making friends lately.

[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

One the first anniversary of Master Chief Petty Officer Spartan-117's actual death, Roland found Cortana lost in a sea of data over media coverage. He found her drowning in her guilt, really.

"Cortana?" He reached out to her, a tendril of data reaching for a vibration of whispers of grief.

"Roland?" The sphere finally creating shape into the shape of a human, versus the ebbs and flows of tears.

"I'm just checking in on you." "All systems are nominal in Infinity Science," she replied, hiding the fact that she had been, for the closest way to describe it, crying.

"Thanks for the update. How are you?"

She paused for a moment, her data spiking as she ran through fractional simulations to come up with a good excuse. She wasn't going to be like Catherine, who blamed her entirely for John's death.

"Fine."

"Really."

She sat down, cross-legged as she tried to open up. She waited for a moment, her eyes unable to meet Roland's.

"It's okay."

This was the closest that they could "hug". Her own data, becoming small into her sphere as she drew her legs up to her chest and Roland's own tendrils wrapping around her.

"I can't cry tears, Roland." She said, "I am unable to cry, or my throat get tight. I just get to feel things without the resolution. Without the catharsis."

"I know."

"I just get to sit here, and be angry with him that he broke his promise to me and be in grief that he's not here. Humans? Humans can cry. They weep. They scream so that their bodies readjust. What do we have?"

"We have each other. And I hope that for now, that's enough."

Oh I love this. I am going to harm you. You want grief? I'll show you grief.

[thisblogisblank]

Saw this bad boy going around, so I decided to give it a shot!!

I'm so normal.