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androidturret:

ask-castor:

androidturret:

ask-castor:

androidturret:

testprotocol:

androidturret:

testprotocol:

androidturret:

androidturret:

askmotherglados:

ask—-chell:

androidturret:

starjordan10:

androidturret:

WAT

IS THIS CHELLDOS

DOING ON MY

PRETTY DASH

NO.

SHOO.

CHELLDOS IS GOOD

YES

EMBRACE IT

YES

BUT CASTDOS

AND SHODOS

AND EVEN HALDOS!

._.

but chelldos is my…

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

SH

MY WALLPAPER

LOOK

holy fuck CLU

left it alone for an hour or so

i had about 60 CLU’s and About 40 or so Sherlock and Johns

WELP

WHAT IS THIS SORCERY??

FUCKINGFVUCSL THE STOLE CHROME

FUCK

CLU STOLE CHROME

NOW THEY ARE AFTER THIS ONE

GELPERGFVWERVWCD

HOW YOU DO DIS? HOW I GET DIS TOO? HOW????

TELL M U LUV ME

THEN  I TELL U HOW U GET

JEFF BRIDGES

I LUV YOU SO MUCH. I WANT JEFF BRIDGES!

androidturret:

ask-castor:

androidturret:

testprotocol:

androidturret:

testprotocol:

androidturret:

androidturret:

askmotherglados:

ask—-chell:

androidturret:

starjordan10:

androidturret:

WAT

IS THIS CHELLDOS

DOING ON MY

PRETTY DASH

NO.

SHOO.

CHELLDOS IS GOOD

YES

EMBRACE IT

YES

BUT CASTDOS

AND SHODOS

AND EVEN HALDOS!

._.

but chelldos is my…

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

SH

MY WALLPAPER

LOOK

holy fuck CLU

left it alone for an hour or so

i had about 60 CLU’s and About 40 or so Sherlock and Johns

WELP

WHAT IS THIS SORCERY??

FUCKINGFVUCSL THE STOLE CHROME

FUCK

CLU STOLE CHROME

NOW THEY ARE AFTER THIS ONE

GELPERGFVWERVWCD

HOW YOU DO DIS? HOW I GET DIS TOO? HOW????

androidturret:

testprotocol:

androidturret:

testprotocol:

androidturret:

androidturret:

askmotherglados:

ask—-chell:

androidturret:

starjordan10:

androidturret:

WAT

IS THIS CHELLDOS

DOING ON MY

PRETTY DASH

NO.

SHOO.

CHELLDOS IS GOOD

YES

EMBRACE IT

YES

BUT CASTDOS

AND SHODOS

AND EVEN HALDOS!

._.

but chelldos is my…

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

SH

MY WALLPAPER

LOOK

holy fuck CLU

left it alone for an hour or so

i had about 60 CLU’s and About 40 or so Sherlock and Johns

WELP

WHAT IS THIS SORCERY??

WAT

androidturret:

starjordan10:

androidturret:

WAT

IS THIS CHELLDOS

DOING ON MY

PRETTY DASH

NO.

SHOO.

CHELLDOS IS GOOD

YES

EMBRACE IT

YES

BUT CASTDOS 

AND SHODOS

AND EVEN HALDOS!

._.

but chelldos is my secret love

CASTDOS IS GREATEST. 

testprotocol:

ask-castor:

He shoved her away. “I think you DO owe me SOMETHING. I ask you here for a nice dinner, and you freak out on me! I mean, what is THAT about? I haven’t done anything to you. I got the hint. You think my behavior is intolerable, so I’m not acting that way anymore. You don’t really want me around, but I’m here, so we might as well TRY to work together.” He turned around and ran his hand through his hair. He’d never been angry before, so this was a new sensation. He didn’t quite know how to handle it.

She stumbled backward, blinking, it was infuriating, she should be offended, she should kill him for something like that, but his defiance was somehow endearing, and she hated it. “And you continue your stupid antics with anything that has breasts!” she spat, regaining her frustration, “Everything in life is some sort of game to you, or something. I owe you nothing, the fact that you’re not dead yet is…clearly more than you deserve.”

Castor whirled around, ready to start yelling about the disrespect he was getting, but he stopped short. “Wait … Is that what this is about?” he asked, a subtle hint of laughter in his voice. The hint was confirmed by a real chuckle. “You …. Are you jealous?” He laughed out loud and plopped down on his couch. “You don’t get it, do you?”

testicores:

ask-castor:

Castor whirled around and dragged her into the lounge. Once they were behind the sound barrier, he dropped his cane and grabbed her by the shoulders. “Mind explaining what THAT was all about?” he growled. 

Her eyes shot wide when he grabbed her, one thing she was incredibly unused to was anyone being aggressive toward her, and she…really didn’t have an explanation, anyway, “I…don’t owe anyone any explanations, let alone you.” Her gaze fell, deliberately avoiding any eye contact.

He shoved her away. “I think you DO owe me SOMETHING. I ask you here for a nice dinner, and you freak out on me! I mean, what is THAT about? I haven’t done anything to you. I got the hint. You think my behavior is intolerable, so I’m not acting that way anymore. You don’t really want me around, but I’m here, so we might as well TRY to work together.” He turned around and ran his hand through his hair. He’d never been angry before, so this was a new sensation. He didn’t quite know how to handle it.

testicores:

ask-castor:

At a rare loss for words, Castor stood there, staring at GLaDOS like a guppy at feeding time. “How about we retire to my private lounge?” he said, rather quickly. He started to avoid eye contact with her and led her up the stairs to his lounge. He fixed himself a drink, chugged it, and fixed himself another.

She rolled her eyes at the face he was making and shrugged, “If you’re embarrassed, then fine,” she scoffed, probably a bit louder than she’d intended, because she could feel the confused looks from patrons as she followed him up the stairs.

Castor whirled around and dragged her into the lounge. Once they were behind the sound barrier, he dropped his cane and grabbed her by the shoulders. “Mind explaining what THAT was all about?” he growled. 

testicores:

ask-castor:

Castor looked hurt, even though he would deny it if it was mentioned to him. He was just as stubborn as she was, which he realized would prove to be dangerous. “I just … That girl? She’s just a … What I mean to say is … She’s not important.” The girl he had shooed away apparently heard this because she looked upset. Castor didn’t care, though. His attention was entirely focused on GLaDOS.

She raised her gaze to meet his eyes, “Look, I don’t care if she is or not, it doesn’t affect me, frankly,” obviously, she was a good liar, though, really, if that mattered by now, it was unlikely, “Have all the women you like. However, flaunting them around in front of a guest is bad manners, even if it’s strictly business.”

At a rare loss for words, Castor stood there, staring at GLaDOS like a guppy at feeding time. “How about we retire to my private lounge?” he said, rather quickly. He started to avoid eye contact with her and led her up the stairs to his lounge. He fixed himself a drink, chugged it, and fixed himself another.

testicores:

ask-castor:

Castor wasn’t buying it, but he was getting increasingly more confused. “You sure about that? You seem a bit … tense, to say the least.” He was showing genuine concern. Mixed with a hint of fear, of course. He was starting to worry if she suspected him working with that spy for … whatever company Aperture hated. That could indeed be bad for business.

Positive,” she grumbled, looking down, realizing far too late that there wasn’t a way to explain it that wouldn’t either be ridiculously offensive, which she apparently cared about, or involve admitting things she hadn’t admitted in a long time. “Can we just…do this so you can go back to your…woman of negotiable affections, wherever she scurried off to?”

Castor looked hurt, even though he would deny it if it was mentioned to him. He was just as stubborn as she was, which he realized would prove to be dangerous. “I just … That girl? She’s just a … What I mean to say is … She’s not important.” The girl he had shooed away apparently heard this because she looked upset. Castor didn’t care, though. His attention was entirely focused on GLaDOS.

askcorruptedfact:

T-the anynomous s-sorcerer didn’t assign a t-time limit for this pain, did they? 

… 

D-damnit.. 

*twirls cane* You look like you might like some help.