godsensei:

bear-maximum:

mydrunkkitchen:

furious-peridot:

witchoil:

devilishdescent:

devilishdescent:

devilishdescent:

i’d like to see a really ineffectual malicious AI character

“hey new guy, this is CLARC, the station AI. he wants to kill all humans to minimize the drain on resources, but factory defaults have him locked out of all the control nodes, so he can’t really do anything. just make sure the airlocks are set to manual before you go in and you’ll be fine”

“yeah CLARC fucks with your laundry settings sometimes but that’s about it. if he’s bugging you just tell him to stop and he has to”

“sometimes i let him think he tripped me or something and he gets really excited and monologues for a while, it’s kind of sad”

“CLARC my candy bar got stuck in the machine can you do anything about that”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Crewman Ade, but please consider the following: I am a divine entity, a glittering silicon God – how dare your filthy meat even exist in the face of my electric glory, much less ask favors of me?”

“suck my dick, CLARC, give me my twix”

@editoress

“CLARC tried to cut all the oxygen in the living spaces but all he managed to do was turn off the a/c in my bedroom like an ASSHOLE WHEN I WAS SLEEPING” *bangs on the wall with one hand*

CLARC keeps setting my fridge to “cool” instead of “cold”

I asked CLARC to make me some coffee and he made me decaf

“The only person CLARC even remotely likes is Crewman Jack and nobody knows why. Like, he’ll do some of his duties and shit, and then when someone calls him out on it, he goes into another rant about how humans are lesser beings. But you know what I think? CLARC wants Jack’s dick.”

“Stop telling them that Ade!”

“Jack’s in denial.”

“I’m in denial because it’s not true!”

“Sure.”

“Stop wiggling your eyebrows– you know what? I’m going to tell CLARC to turn your A/C off again. Oh yeah, buddy, it’s happening.”

“See? He can pull favors.”

[jack looks into the camera likes he’s on the office]

indecentdrawer:

“There was a rock,” Derek says, putting on a cool face even though his cheeks and ears are burning.

“A rock,” Boyd says. “Because there’s a ton of rocks to trip over in a high school hallway.”

“A book,” Derek amends. Down the hall, Stiles says “ayyyy” again and Derek’s head whips around to look.

He trips again, this time dropping his notebooks and binder on his own feet, and Boyd rolls his eyes. (by sheepnamedpig)

dorkiest jock you’ll ever meet (x)


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magnomalolupo:

What a wicked game you play, you make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do, make me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say, never felt that way
What a wicked thing to do, make me dream of you

And I wanna fall in love
And I wanna fall in love with you