nice buns

ironychan:

Lacey wanted me to post this.  Apparently ‘This is Lacey’s Fault’ is going to become a regular tag of mine.

He disliked rats.  They were dirty creatures, ridden with disease and parasites, but to Hamato Yoshi they had another unpleasant association.  He’d gritted his teeth and turned his back on Oroko Saki’s insults, through name after name, but the straw that broke his back was yarashii nezumi - ‘dirty rat’.  It wasn’t so much the words themselves as the fact that they came piled on top of so many others.  He could bear it no longer, and he struck out.

Even though years had passed, even though he’d moved halfway around the world, had a new home, new students, new hobbies, and now new pets, that moment still sprang to mind in the middle of the night, making him squirm in his bed.  And it was that memory - his former friend’s twisted face as he spat the angry words - that made Yoshi gasp out loud as the rat ran over his foot in the alleyway, attracting the attention of the men with the canister.

All because long ago, a man he’d once trusted had called him a rat.

ironychan:

1967:

She’d passed.

Nobody ever passed.  Aperture had hired the biggest, toughest test subjects from around the world: astronauts, athletes, war heroes.  And sooner or later, every single one of them had reached the point where their equipment broke, or their legs broke, or their wills broke… but not her.  This wiry Brazilian gymnast had done what none of the others could do, and made it to the final chamber.

Her contract stipulated that she be rewarded with cake and a lump sum that would keep her in comfort for the rest of her life, but they couldn’t possibly do that.  Not when she’d passed.  After all, the technology was bound to improve.  What would they do when they’d redesigned the whole testing process and made all their old data irrelevant?  No, no, they needed subjects like her far too badly to just pay her and let her go.

So they told her there was one more round of testing to do, and put her in storage.  When the Brazilian government came looking for the woman who’d won them three gold medals, they altered her name in their files, using only her nickname and removing her surname so that nobody could prove Aperture still had her.  When they needed her, she’d be there.

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Quite possibly one of THE MOST FANTASTIC Chell backstories I’ve ever read OuO

Dang I love this a whole lot!!

soupengine:

ironychan:

Er, hello?  Chell?  Oh, no, don’t get up - no cause for alarm, it’s just me!  Just Wheatley!  Did I wake you up?  I’m sorry, didn’t mean to, it’s just, I hadn’t fallen asleep yet so I thought maybe you hadn’t, either.  You see, it’s… well, it’s a little lonely in my room.  And dark.  You know how I don’t like the dark, especially now when I don’t have a flashlight anymore, and I was just… hoping… maybe… I could sleep in here with you?

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ive always liked stories that are written entirely in dialogue. 

this was nice.

Weeehhh this is really really cute OuO

ironychan:

The second chamber of Isis’ so-called Gauntlet was much like the first: from the hallway, Chell could see the same bare stone walls and floors, the same flickering red firelight, and the same false door at the end, waiting to be opened.  But whereas the first room had been a neutral sort of temperature, neither particularly cold nor particularly warm, entering the second was like walking into an oven.  Chell soon realized why: the red-orange light filling the chamber was not cast by torches.

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I LOVE this AU holy moly

ironychan:

Mutual - 295 Words
For Chantilly-Lacey:

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The creature had never made a sound. One moment, Chell was all alone in the field of wheat, and the next, an animal’s head rose out of the golden waves to look her in the eye.

She froze. After her time in Aperture, Chell’s instinctive reaction to anything that moved was to treat it as if it were going to try to kill her – and out here there was no cover, nothing to put a portal in, and no portal device to place one if there had been. And so she stood there, still as a statue, staring into the animal’s big dark eyes.

It stood still, too, and stared back.

Encouraged by the lack of immediate violence, Chell gave the creature a cautious look-over. It was not as big as it had first seemed, when it suddenly rose out of the wheat like that. In fact, it was barely chest-high on her, and its delicate neck and pencil-thin legs didn’t look capable of doing any harm. What had made it seem large were the branch-like horns on its head, but even those looked thin and fragile upon a closer inspection.

Some instinct told her to hunch over, lowering her own profile so as not to seem a threat. She held out one hand for the animal to inspect. Its big, satellite-dish ears twitched, and then it leapt into motion, dashing away across the fields in a series of effortless bounds. Within seconds it was gone, and Chell realized it had been more afraid of her than she of it.

She opened her mouth in soundless laughter: for as long as she could remember, she’d been afraid of everything that moved. Now here she was, among things that were afraid of her. Imagine that!

Oooh this is fantastic! I love her thought process about the deer, and this is some beautiful description!

fearsomeinnovation:

More reading material for you xenophiles, culled from the kinkmeme, mostly the already quite helpful reader’s choice awards.  Stories with an *asterisk are favorites of mine that I highly recommend for not only quality/quantity of smut but also a high level of enjoyment and readability overall.

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Let me just squirrel this away on my blog

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fearsomeinnovation:

The first five minutes of my reading of Lacey’s lovely fanfic, Day by Day, which you can read here.

Part 1:  ”A Stone’s Throw from Normal”

(part one)

Reblogging nice things again :]

(Source: heyfearsome)