Skittles fics have been disappointing lately and I’m sad.
I forgot how fucking awful Russia is in this book, my god, let Napoleon have the place and go back to Peru or Australia literally anywhere but this horrible country.
Ours is an era of distraction. It’s a punishing drumbeat of constant input. This cacophony which follows us into our homes and into our beds and seeps into souls, for want of a better word.
I need to see Hammond suddenly coming to the realization that he totally loves Churki.
Today was literally the worst day to lose an hour I feel like I’m dying like I need to just fall asleep in a grave.
SO I PROMISED whittenomore AND RENQA SKITTLES APOCALYPSE AU AGES AGO BUT I GOT SIDETRACKED BECAUSE I SUCK. ALSO WOW THIS IS NOT A SNIPPET IN ANY SENSE OF THE TERM OH MY GOD 4K IDK WHAT HAPPENED.
Basically I wanted to fast-forward through the end of the world to the point where it’s just the two of them left trying to survive on their own. Their town is gone and their friends are gone and their families… there’s just nobody but them.
what happens if u put a werewolf on the moon is a great question probably the best question ever asked
Greetings, Aperture employees, Cave Johnson here with some good news, and some bad news. Good news is, our experiments with portaling a werewolf onto the lunar surface produced very clear, and very immediate results! Go team!
Bad news is, those results were that the poor guy died of hypothermia and asphyxia within seconds, same as all the other test subjects we sent up there. Apparently lycanthropy does not grant one an immunity to zero-atmosphere environments as I had suspected. My assistant, Greg, tells me that I was actually thinking of vampires there, and not werewolves, so…that one’s on me.
However, this brings me to some more good news: Any test subjects who had been quarantined in Test Chamber 32A due to sudden cases of vampirism, you’re in luck, because we’ve got a new test ready just for you! Just hustle on over towards the lone portal surface on the east wall there while we move the airtight paneling into place to begin the test.
Anyway, that’s that…now get back to work, everyone! Except for you, over there by the coffee machine. Break room rules clearly state a 15-minute max, and you’ve been in there for 20. You know the drill. Box, stuff, door, parking lot, adios, you’re fired.
Cave Johnson, we’re done here.
People have to write some first, unfortunately. There’s one in my #fic rec tag.