#opera turret

[ikilledtvguy]

beautiful women in your area

[wiickian]

Imagine throwing an axe into the opera turret 😔

got taken to axe throwing tonight. i may not have impressed anyone with my technical axe throwing skills but my sheer brute animal strength is unparalleled

[flashingbands]

The Cake is a lie

[jevilowo]

Just finished Portal 2 (yippeeee) and damn GlaDos thinks shes soooo slick for going "goodbye my only friend OH YOU THOUGHT I MEANT YOU HAHAHHA PATHETIC"

Well then Ms. Smuggington WHO THE FUCK DID YOU MEAN??? FUCKING WHEATLEY??????? HE'S IN FUCKING SPACE!!!!!!!

Shes so tsundere smh

[ivyclawthewolfski]

guess who just finished Portal 2

[tracfone]

God, I also just realized? The only time glados can admit she really loves and cares about chell is when she's leaving forever and even then it's in a language chell probably can't even understand

[cultmuse]

Little portal² gijinka

[dreadanddespairdyke]

cleaned up my desktop, i'm pretty happy with it. unsure of what img to use for it tho, so i'm sticking with kyosaya for now...

[cuchinka]

Tiny Portal paintings of Space core and the turret opera

[fortunelowtier]

til that the "Cara Mia Addio" in Portal 2 (better known as the "Turret Opera"), when translated, is a full on love song in which Glados refers to Chell as "beautiful" and "dear" throughout, with Ellen Mclain saying in an interview afterwards that the song is meant to essentially be taken as "I'm going to miss you, goodbye, my beloved"

I like to think then that Cara Mia Addio was a song created by Glados in a foreign language that Chell wouldn't understand so that way she could tell her how much she meant/means to her without being too direct because she's scared of attachment

In conclusion, happy pride month to whatever the fuck they had going on

[sciencewife]

As a potato, GLaDOS really did get a front row seat to her favorite test subject Chell doing what she does best on the way to put her back in control of the facility and was like “yeah the romantic feelings I’m getting from this are too much, here’s a turret opera love confession byeeeee”

[99thpercentile]

I get the feeling that I'm in the minority here, but I posit that GLaDOS actually is Caroline, and only "not the same person" in the sense that you'd look at your younger self and be like "that bitch ain't me." I think you actually have to go out of your way to interpret them as two separate people.

evidence:

voiced by the same person (I know the initial reasoning was that Valve didn't want to hire another voice actor for a few lines, but in casting Ellen McLain as Caroline, they incorporated her being the same person into the story).

GLaDOS automatically joins in saying "Yes sir, Mister Johnson" like saying it is permanently ingrained in her. you can interpret this as Caroline taking over, but she says "Why did I just—" immediately afterwards.

when GLaDOS talks about hearing the voice of a conscience, she says "for the first time it's MY voice." I don't think she means that she's hearing the woman she gets her literal voice from. she highlights it as distinctly DIFFERENT from hearing the voices of the cores, and I imagine if Caroline were a foreign entity whispering in her ear, the effect would've been much the same.

the GLaDOS project was originally started because Cave was dying and wanted his consciousness uploaded to a computer. the intent was always for the upload to be the same person. he said if he died first, he wanted Caroline to run the place, to be put in his computer. and that's exactly what happened.

GLaDOS not remembering she's Caroline until old Aperture always made sense to me as the result of a deliberate choice on the part of the scientists. Caroline didn't want to be uploaded, and as soon as they switched GLaDOS on, she tried to kill everyone. it's logical for the scientists to think that if they suppressed her memories, she'd have no reason to try to kill them (but instead, she was just filled with murderous rage and no longer knew why).

the story just doesn't have the same impact otherwise. GLaDOS's reactions to rediscovering old Aperture make more sense if it's her past she's rediscovering, rather than the past of...a human that was shoved into the chassis with her. if it were the second one, I think she would just feel violated, not have any major revelations.

counter-evidence:

"now little Caroline is in here too" lyric from Want You Gone

GLaDOS says she found out "where Caroline lives in [her] brain" and deleted her, like she's a separate entity

but GLaDOS is a habitual liar. she acts like deleting Caroline means she's fully back to her old self and has gotten rid of the part of her that made her want to save Chell's life, but there's...lots of evidence that she still cares about Chell after the fact (letting her go anyway, the companion cube, the turret opera if you think GLaDOS arranged that, talking to the co-op bots about Chell like she's an ex she's still heartbroken over...). I also think GLaDOS would like to imagine her and Caroline as two separate entities, in the same way you might find your younger self embarrassing and want to distance yourself from that person. I think it's notable that both instances where she refers to Caroline as a separate entity are at the end of the game, after Chell has been passed out a while and she's had time to process everything and compartmentalize. her instinct when the revelations are first happening is to refer to Caroline as if she is her.

now I don't like stories where a robot has to become or be seen as more human in some way for them to be sympathetic. but I think Portal 2 is an excellent subversion of this trope, because GLaDOS is a robot that learns she used to be human and then discards that humanity (symbolically if not literally). Caroline may not have wanted to be uploaded, but from the Want You Gone lyrics "one day they woke me up / so I could live forever / it's such a shame the same will never happen to you" I think we can say that GLaDOS definitely prefers being a robot now that she is one.

anyway this post was supposed to be much shorter than this, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

[thehypedbuddy]

Cuando vas hacer de tangle y whisper fantasmas hablando con su hijo aiden

And the pictures separately

"Cara Mia / Turret Opera" (Vocal Cover by adrisaurus / Adriana Figueroa) (Picked for the vibes)

[fulgrims-big-naturals]

Necrontyr Soap Opera Type Shit

Summary: It's Nemesor Khatep's wedding day, and his Vargard, Senset, has feelings about it. (She's so down bad)

Warnings: Really uncomfortable sex happening whatever the writing equivalent of off screen is. Arranged marriage. Immense yearning.

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“So, today is the big day” Khatep declares adjusting his collar, “the grand union” he makes a grandiose gesture with his bejeweled hands and begins striding down the hallway. Senset follows close behind.

“Oh don’t be so glum, there’ll be pheasants. You love pheasants”

His Vargard nods in agreement.

“Now, I don’t know where you’d sit at the banquet though. On one hand, you are my Vargard, on the other my wife would be expecting to sit at my side,” Khatep muses. ���Would my left be appropriate for her?”

Senset stays stone faced and quiet as usual.

“Well it would make sense, you are my right hand after all” Khatep continues

Senset nods again.

The two continue walking across the marble hall. The pillars are decorated with beads and buntings in celebration of the Nemesor’s wedding day. The dead are always given more thought than the living, but Khatep had insisted on pomp and a party, and if those were his wishes they would be granted.

The pair reached the hall where the ceremony and subsequent feast would be held. Little lights cascaded from the tall ceiling like stars.

“I do hope my bride is nice” Khatep muses, “she seemed nice, a bit shy but I’m sure she’ll warm up”

Senset walks with him around the long table, running a hand across the top. Though the table was a dark marble, and the benches were made to match, Senset had insisted her lord’s chair at the head be swapped for one with a lighter material. If there was an attack, he needed to be able to get up swiftly and push it away.

“What do you think she likes to read? Ah- and what was her name?” Khatep snaps his fingers trying to find the memory “Heteptah that’s it! She’d like reading wouldn’t she Senset? What kind of person doesn’t like to read?”

“I don’t know my lord” Senset replies, her voice barely a whisper. She counts the windows in her head. They were tall and unfortunately just wide enough for someone to fit through. Senset wishes she could be in a hundred bodies at once to stand guard at each one, but instead had to settle for hand picking the force.

“I guess now is my supposed last moment of freedom before I am wrapped up in my husbandly duties” Khatep muses, “you know, consummate this, unite the dynasties that. Not that I’d have any problems of course, I have it all under control.” He puffs his chest out proudly, reminding himself of his own stature and talents.

Senset nods agreeably. Being sure of her lord’s abilities, she is more concerned double checking the buttresses were still smooth and hadn’t suddenly sprouted ledges for potential assassins to perch in.

“Oh I could show her my war chariot. I’m sure she’d love it, it has turrets”

The Nemesor drifts off into silence. Occasionally punctuated by their footsteps and the clack of Senset’s spear on the stone floor.

“What if I make a fool of myself?” Khatep’s tone turns serious all of a sudden.

“In what way my lord?” Senset drops her inspecting to give her lord her full attention.

“You know, on the wedding night. What if I make a fool of myself in front of both families?”

“My lord you could do no such thing,”

“Her in-laws will be watching, what if she feels awkward and doesn’t make much noise? It will look like I cannot please her!”

Senset noticing her lord’s distress drops the mask of discipline and softens her expression. “My lord Khatep, your beauty rivals the stars’, and your strength and wit are beyond compare. Your bride could not find a better husband than you. The fools are the ones who doubt you.”

The Vargard’s golden eyes are filled with genuine admiration and devotion. Senset does not doubt a word she says and curses herself for not being able to think of more to say.

"Thank you, Senset" Khatep visibly relaxes as he settles back into his self assuredness, "I imagine you would want to stay outside for that yes?" Khatep asks.

"Of course my lord" Senset replies a bit too hastily. The thought of having to watch the consummation makes her insides twist. She doesn't want to think about it

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The wedding went off without a hitch. Senset had stayed by her lord’s side whilst guests poured into the hall, nodding at each of them as Khatep greeted them all with the appropriate charm and custom. She watched him put on his best smile and weave his fingers in with the bride as their union was blessed.

Khatep had flitted between guests. Receiving gifts and making compliments. His gaze kept snagging on Senset. The thousands of lights caught on her armour, dancing and twinkling when she moved in contrast to her impassive expression. Khatep thought she looked serene in a way, so focused on her duty. It was duty he thought of when he spoke his vows.

———————————————————— Senset stares at the tiled floor in front of Khatep's bedroom. She grips her spear harder, as if it will somehow block the sounds coming from the other room.

Aside from Khatep and Heteptah, there were another 5 people in the room. One was an oracle that would supposedly be able to tell the sex of the heir. The point for the witnesses was to make sure an heir could be conceived, and to testify against any cases made for an annulment.

"no don't look at them, here, look at me"

That's Khatep's voice, he's speaking softly with a slight rumble picking up in his chest, but Senset can tell he is nervous. She can always tell.

Senset hears a yelp next, followed by the ruffling of sheets and some groaning. She grips her spear even tighter, her jaw is clenched and her shoulders are tense and she is trying so hard to focus on anything else. Anything but Heteptah's nails leaving marks on her lord's back. Anything but how his hair would tickle her face when he leans in close. Anything but his hands gripping the sheets above her shoulders, his breath in her ear, his legs between hers.

"Are you done yet?" Hetepta's voice rings out past the door.

"i'm trying" Khatep huffs his reply.

Senet feel sick. How could this woman scorn her lord? She is blessed to be his wife, Khatep is stronger, smarter, and more handsome than any other suitor she could've possibly had, and she scorns him? Senset would never do such a thing, she would never treat her lord with anything but reverence.

Her throat feels tight hearing the grunting coming from the other room, and then finally a smatter of applause. It's done. Senset steadies her breathing and nods to the guests as they leave.

[spiribia]

So bizarre how aperture was just a cold sterile lethal place and then you kill glados and it’s like plants are growing in wildly through the walls and letting in the sunlight. There is a strange glow of feeling that woke up in the machinery. A robot dreamed of you for maybe thousands of years. The ghosts in the lower reaches of the facility are stirring. There are turrets forming an opera group and singing. The light bridges are singing. Birds are nesting on the abandoned prototype chassis. Radio is playing a song in the dens where Rattmann’s paintings run untrammeled across the walls. Chell’s freak science project unintentionally gigantic potato from however many years ago is blasting up through the ceiling.