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“VHS Memories”
A generation of memories, recorded on magnetic tape
Good moments to savour, and bad ones to escape.
Static-y audio and dull palettes that bled,
All fading away on a format that’s dead.Your life painstakingly recorded so you can remember it always,
On cheap tape that rots on a shelf, and no longer plays.
Temporary technology meant the recordings don’t last
So all of our VHS memories have been left in the past.As more times passes, your youth becomes harder to recall
And now there’s no proof you had a childhood at all.Posted 12/27/2011
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I would cry of happienss.
My feels would break.
The world would collapse.
Life would be complete.
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RC-Back to back by Ptit-Neko
One of my favourite pieces of fan art. Great composition, has a sense of motion like they’re a pair in battle and I really like the style it’s drawn. Plus I ship Talwyn and Ratchet.
(via ratchetlombax)
Best way to get out of classOmg LOL
OMFG MADE ME DROP MY FORK CAUSE I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD
omfg
I wonder what the proffessor was thinking
he went the wrong way. dead.
Only in Australia!
this guy
this guy
I’M TRYING THIS.
(via ratchetlombax)
| Daxter: So incase you couldn't tell, me and Jak are pretty good at taking out robots. |
| Daxter: Even cute little talking robots that CLANK around. |
| Me: BITCH WENT THERE. |
| Daxter: YEAH, I SAID IT. |
Wheatley sat atop a companion cube, keeping watch as Ratchet slept, it’s been a long day after all, Ratchet deserved it, so Wheatley felt the need to help out by keeping watch. Nothing much happened during the hours the lombax slept, nothing moved in Aperture (except for the panels) so there wasn’t ever a threat around. Feeling safe, Wheatley decided that he would go into sleep mode, but as he began to let his motherboard cool down, he heard a noise in the distance.
”Now that’s odd,” he thought as he tried to figure out where the sound originated. The sound grew louder and more recognizable, they were foot steps. Wheatley tried to catch a glimpse of whatever was approaching but failed due to the amount of damage his optic had. The footsteps grew louder, and Wheatley began to panic, “Alright, whatever it is that you want we don’t have it,” he said as his communication module increased the pace and pitch of his voice.
No response, Wheatley just sat there completely immobile, completely defenseless. “Alright mate, if you don’t mind, could you please wake up?”
Ratchet let out a soft moan and then quickly shifted positions.
The footsteps were only meters away and Wheatley grew even more desperate, he raised his voice, “Listen, you need to wake up right now, this could be serious,” yet again no response. Wheatley looked towards the source of the footsteps beginning to make out the being who was producing them. At first it looked like one of the robots he found during his reign in Aperture, but then it took a different shape, it looked feminine.
”No, it can’t be, you’re not even here,” Wheatley thought. The figure grew even bigger making it easier for Wheatley to focus in on it, although he still had to squint, but it wasn’t her, no it was someone, no, something else.
The figure had finally made it to the android and with one swift movement, it kicked Wheatley. Wheatley skidded across the floor, completely stunned from the assault, making him incapable to compute what was happening. The figure picked up Wheatley, “You just love meddling, don’t you?” it’s voice was icy cold, but that’s what made it so recognizable.
”Wha- wait a minute-“
“So the little moron has figured out who this is.”
”I AM NOT A MORON!” Wheatley yelled, “And yes I know who this is, you’re the one who put me in that bloody room where all of the robots scream at you.”
”Congratulations,” GLaDOS said, “you’ve finally gotten something right.” Wheatley glared at GLaDOS. “I see that you’ve made a friend, so what are you going to do this time, put them in potato?” He remained silent, “Or do you plan on killing him by misleading him with your ‘genius’ plans?”
”None of the above,” Wheatley growled. GLaDOS turned towards Ratchet, “What do you plan to do with him?” he asked.
GLaDOS kept her eyes on Ratchet, “Nothing at all, besides his time will come, it’s not like he can completely breathe down here now can he?”
Wheatley’s optic shrunk, “What do you mean by, ‘can’t completely breathe?!’”
”You really are as stupid as you look, have you not noticed his shallow breathing, he isn’t capable of breathing this air, it’ll only be a matter of weeks before he dies from lack of oxygen.”
”Not unless we escape,” Wheatley muttered.
”We’ll see about that,” GLaDOS said as she placed Wheatley back on the companion cube and vanished as the factory consumed her as she walked away.
Author’s note: I appologize for any grammatical/spelling errors, I just wrote this. If you’ve read this, please tell me what you think, I appreciate any comments that anybody might have. Expect another preview in the future ;)
Are you going to upload this to Fanfiction.net? It’s brilliant!
Look at all this cool stuff I bought off the internetz tumblr! :D
WHERE IN THE OMNIVERSE DID YOU BUY THE RATCHET AND CLANK GEAR?!
| People at school (looking at some chick): bro she ratchet |
| Me: she looks nothing like a lombax. |
Sometimes I speedpaint lombaxes.
Here’s an Alister.
Good night. C: