#prettyasapostcard

[ladyofthelakeshore]

There’s nothing like taking visitors around the town to help me realize how lucky I am to be where we are. #thisiscle #ilovecleveland #myhometown #prettyasapostcard #edgewater #lakeshore #lakerrie #clevelandrocks #happytobehere #homeiswheretheheartis (at Edgewater State Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/BouEEMFAQQj/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1bz111qhk85fl

[eatnowbloglater-blog]

#Goodmorning :-) #prettyasapostcard beautiful St Brelades Bay #beach in #Jersey #stbreladesbay #stbrelades #stbrelade #jerseychannelislands #channelislands #beachlife #beachlifestyle #lifesabeach #sunshine #summer #bringonsummer #bringonsummertime #sea #instapic #instatravel (at St Brelades Bay, Beautiful Jersey)

[citrusandcombustion]

;i miss my caroline.

[fallofanavenger-blog]

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[silentportals]

prettyasapostcard replied to your post: thattallbritishdroid liked your post: —Would...

[ I would definitely be up for plotting, but I’m also up for something short and spontaneous to start things out, if you’d rather :) ]

Either way is fine by me! ;u; Did you have something in mind you'd like to try and plot--?

[tcnacity-blog]

+7

Chell caught eyes with the stranger, displaying a small genuine smile.

"Yes?"

[citrusandcombustion]

The Upload {AU} |Closed|

Time was no longer a problem, well, soon enough that is. He couldn't remember a time when he wasn't sick, coughing, or bed ridden. Machines kept him alive this long, and probably within the next few hours, however long it took, one would keep him immortal. 

Uncertainty. 

This was the first time it really showed in his expression. He seemed a bit worried, but then again, he was Cave Johnson. Nothing scared him, nothing could bring him down. There was a thick swallow, and his expression returned to it's mellowed, blank stare to the ceiling. He'd rather be in his office, sitting at his desk doing paperwork.. But now, his days were filled with injections, prescriptions, tests and whatnot... Hospital beds, and diagnosis...

Then there were the papers about this new project, the one that he had started up at the beginning of his sickness. To have his consciousness uploaded into a computer, create an artificial intelligence for him. Instead of having Caroline uploaded, he wanted to try himself, and if he died in the process, then it would be her decision to be uploaded or... Not.

He propped himself up in a sitting position, only to stare down at a stack of papers on his lap. Each page had information, the pros, cons of this procedure, this project in it's entirety. A shortened breath escaped him, and his hand reached up to situated the oxygen tubes that were inserted through his nose. He didn't notice the nurses that came in and out to check his vitals, the only thing he had his mind on was what was to come within the day...

He had spent the past several years trying to keep himself going while they finished the construct, it wasn't the easiest thing, but he managed to do it. 

Now all he could do was wait.

[silverstreams]

a discussion about caveline

Silverstreams: For the longest time, I was like "Just because she's his assistant doesn't mean that they were a thing' but um yeah that changed

Ohpheliacs: No one talks about his assistant that much on recordings that will be played throughout Aperture for an eternity without having a thing for his assistant.

Ohpheliacs: And no one gets a portrait done with his assistant if he doesn't totally have a thing for her