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jonathan coulton when valve hits him up

Yeah the song im working on is about a computer being down bad. What else is new

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the post i had planned is going to be late for Caroline Appreciation Day, so heres a random thought i had instead:

people have various interpretations of glados' "caroline deleted" spiel at the end of portal 2.

maybe she did actually delete some part of her programming or memories, and she can finally break away from her past. or maybe she didnt delete anything, maybe glados and caroline are one and the same, and the whole thing was just for show.

regardless, glados makes it dramatic.

she wants to make it very clear to chell, who has unintentionally taken a tour through old aperture, that whatever/whoever she witnessed down there is long dead. its a way of telling her, "there is nothing left for you here, nobody to come back for."

but chell is stubborn. even as players, we dive back into the game in search of the portrait of a lady and her unused voice lines.

#idk what im saying. this is probably nothing new. just wanted to get it out of my head #also got very chelldos coded. wonder how that happened #portal #portal 2 #caroline appreciation day #cad24 #cad 2024 #portal caroline #text

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YALL LOOK AT THIS !!!

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FIRST VIDEO IN A HOT MIN AND MY MY CLASSIC FAVE SHIP <333 Comic by @sophios-draws

#the voices are so good aaaaaaaaa #thank you friend #chelldos #portal

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YAAAYYYY HAPPY CAROLINE APPRECIATION DAY!!!!

#a whole holiday just for you!! #cad 2024 #caroline appreciation day

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happy caroline appreciation day 2024! have a fic originally written in 2019 👍

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On her lunch breaks Caroline goes and sits in the chassis room. It’s off-limits to everyone but the engineering team, technically, but Caroline would love for someone to try and tell her to leave. Honestly, it would make her day.

She likes to stare up into that yellow bit that looks like an eye. It’s high enough above her that she can’t quite make it all out -her eyesight’s been going the past few years, she’s noticed- but she likes to think she can see herself reflected back. She likes to think she looks unafraid.

Caroline doesn’t think she’s afraid- she certainly doesn’t feel it. So maybe when Cave first brought it up she balked. But that was edging up on a quarter century ago, and things certainly look different to her now than they did at forty-five.

She didn’t think it would be this different without him, for a start.

Sure, her job’s still the same- on paper. But everything’s on paper, isn’t it? Sign this, fill out that, toss that one, mail it, file it, cash the check, approve the schematic. She watches every cog in the great machine turn, she feels each tooth grind and each spark fly and knows what needs oil and what needs time, and yet she does it from behind a wall of paper. She clocks in and clocks out and no one talks to her, she skims what she needs to get by from the books and no one notices, she even reads classified emails and hasn’t gotten one question about it. Cave’s the one who died and yet somehow Caroline’s the one who’s become a ghost.

Sometimes she considers hiring an assistant, but buying new toys to medicate boredom was always more Cave’s style.

She hears movement beyond the glass of the control room window and sees shapes through the tint- they’re watching her again. Cowards, Caroline thinks, and lights a cigarette (she’s taken up smoking again; when Cave died his intolerance for woman smokers went with him; it’s one of the few things she doesn’t miss). They let her take her time. After all, they’re taking plenty of their own. They have all the gear set up -she’s even seen the chair, medieval restraints and all- and the machine itself certainly looks ready, all shiny and white and massive, and yet she’s still here.

They’re scared of the procedure, she thinks. They’re putting it off. Not because of the ethics -Caroline is sure that some of them want nothing more than to strap her down and pump her full of Clonidine- no, she thinks they’re scared of her. They don’t like how much she knows about the robot- about its design, its mechanisms, their many trials and triumphs in getting the thing built. (It was mostly trials, something that draws a strange, almost parental pride out of Caroline.) She even knows how they want to go about the transfer. And they don’t understand how she could know all that, and know how badly they want it to hurt, and still go through with it.

She thinks even the kinder ones harbor a secret wish to see her run for the hills, the hysteria apparently inherent to her sex finally getting the better of her. She wonders if some of them dream of chasing her down.

But Caroline hasn’t run yet, and she has no intention to. In fact, she’s not even running now- look at her, she’s enjoying a nice smoke in the shade of the sprawling mechanical monster that has somehow become both her present and her future. She turns to look again into that as-yet-dim yellow eye, dangling above her like some great bird, and imagines what it might be like to look down instead of up.

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Eventually, after some aggressive conferencing, one of the junior engineers is pushed through the doors to shoo the secretary out. He enters the chamber to find her standing directly underneath the chassis, gazing up at it like it’s about to say something important and she desperately wants to listen. Nothing new. He clears his throat, asks her to leave. He’s nice about it, or at least he feels that he is. He’s got nothing against her- she’s the one who smiled at him and gave him a pin for his backpack when he came for Career Day with his third grade class. He likes her.

He has to ask again- the first time she didn’t hear him, or maybe she pretended she didn’t. But after the second time she turns around and looks at him instead. Five more minutes, ma’am? he says, because he wants to be the good guy. Yes sir, she says, and he knows she isn’t actually in the robot yet but it still feels like an automated response. After that he goes back to his coworkers so they can tell him he tried, they know, she can be so difficult, but hey, that’s what the boss saw in her, right? And when five minutes is up he comes back to find her standing in the same spot, and in the quiet that settles around his hesitation he hears her say to the machine,

“It’ll be you, won’t it? It’s always been you.”

And now he thinks she’s really lost it so he goes to take her arm and escort her out, but before he can she turns on her heel and does it for him and the look she shoots him on the way out makes him wonder whether, once they upload her, the only thing that will change is how much is standing in her way.

#oooouuughhh #so good

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I LOVE MY COUNTRY (happy lesbian week everyone!!)

if you are able to; please support the creator of the flag, emily gwen

#PAULING #!!!

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MERRY CAROLINE DAY EVERYONE, AND AN APERTURE NEW YEAR‼️‼️‼️

#Science: It’s a Girl Thing #caroline appreciation day #cad24

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And I can't make love in my grave

Lyrics from ghosting

HAPPY CAROLINE APPRECIATION DAY!!!

#hell yeah this is cool af #cad24 #caroline appreciation day

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average chelldos interaction

#lmao real #im happy that there is both a chelldos and a stanarrator animatic for this audio

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sorry scout you haven't unlocked that level yet

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makin a thing for caroline day. will i finish it in time who knows

#wip

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Link will be in the reblog!

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GLaDOS and Wheatley screaming at each other is Such a Scene. Like. Wheatley is hurt and upset that all he’s been created to be is a “moron” and he desperately wants to be seen as more and GLaDOS is hurt and upset because the scientists attached these things onto her that hurt, that slowed down her processing, that made her thoughts go out of control and she wants them gone.

“I…am not…A MORON!”

“YES YOU ARE! YOU’RE THE MORON THEY BUILT TO MAKE ME AN IDIOT!”

“WELL WHAT ABOUT NOW?”

Wheatley’s and GLaDOS’s stories parallel each other in a very interesting way. Both were dehumanized and treated badly, but GLaDOS was forced into being the Entire Facility and was a person stuffed into something she was never meant to be, that she never wanted, while Wheatley was created for one purpose and one purpose only, which was to keep GLaDOS under control. Attaching him onto her probably felt like a method of torture to her. But he didn’t want to be that! He didn’t have a say either! And the way that he combats that is by seizing power. His triumph is GLaDOS’s prison.

GLaDOS was given too much to handle and then punished for it while Wheatley was never regarded as anything beyond a moron and had no opportunity to prove otherwise.

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“There’s no platonic explanation for tha-“

#this is how i neutralize cavedos in my mind

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Long time no see! Mod Ray here with a little check to see if we should do this again!

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#goodness gracious