#counting in binary

[non-cannon]

To all the Portal fic writers/Chelldos fic writers out there.

If you want to write a fic where Chell doesn't/can't talk, but you want to have her able to communicate/communicate with GLaDOS in a way other than writing it down or using ASL, and you're willing to make Chell a nerd/give her some kind of programing/mathematical background, Chell could use binary.

You can count in binary/represent numbers in binary using your fingers, and the entire alphabet, plus a number of other symbols, has a standard binary representation. And these standard representations use either 8 or 6 total digits depending on the application, so Chell, with her 10 fingers would be fine.

She would have to spell each word out, and it would be far less efficient than sign language, but if you don't think she knew ASL because she wasn't mute pre-Aperture or maybe GLaDOS doesn't know it for whatever reason, but you do think Chell was a nerd, it's a viable alternative.

[minamill]

🔧 Xiu Peng (they/she)

✏️ Devi Kaing (she/her)

[ortegavi]

my favorite thing about cobra kai is that it’s just enemies to lovers in 5 slightly different fonts

[morverenmaybewrites]

Third play through, y'all. 😭

[solanumflare]

WHY ARE JON AND MARTINS VOICES STATEMENT-READING TEXT TO SPEECH. are they in the computer. are jmart in the fucking computer. was MAG65 foreshadowing this. are they in the computer

[vigilskeep]

so these are some companion stats (for the purposes of this experiment, i’m only counting companions you can have during the main campaign, not advisors or those restricted to their dlc like the awakening companions or tallis, but it’s fine if they are a dlc like shale and sebastian or only join for part of the main campaign and are conditional like the hawke twins and loghain):

9 male warriors (5 romanceable), 2 female warriors (1 romanceable), 2 non-binary warriors (1 romanceable)

5 male rogues (3 romanceable), 4 female rogues (4 romanceable)

4 male mages (4 romanceable), 7 female mages (4 romanceable)

which adds up to 18 men (12 romanceable), 13 women (9 romanceable), and 2 non-binary companions (1 romanceable). or 13 warriors (7 romanceable), 9 rogues (7 romanceable), and 11 mages (8 romanceable)

it’s crazy how dao came in with “men are the fighting class who wear heavy armour and women are the support class who wear dresses” and at no point in the franchise did they ever come even slightly close to balancing that. as an aside i’m also fascinated by all female rogues and all male mages being romanceable what’s up with that

[bugwolfsstuff]

I will never like or forgive Luke mostly because he is the reason Castor is never gonna see their dad again

Like its assumed that Dionysus had a good relationship with his kids.

And yeah Castor will have Pollux in the future but they're never gonna see their dad again.

They're dead and Dionysus is deathless

They're dead and never gets to see the parent they loved because Luke hated his parent

[buffysummers]

women in Florida should just stop having sex with men. since we aren’t allowed to make decisions about our bodies, why should we risk our safety for someone who doesn’t even think we deserve rights… I urge all the women in Florida to fuck each other and fuck themselves (affectionately)

[three-realms-archive]

Love Me, or Not?

Satan sat alone, in a forest far, far away from the House of Lamentation. He sat slouching, his back against an oak tree for support, surrounded by ripped and torn roses. Hissed, aggressive, angry mutters left his lips.

“Love… Not… Love… Not…”

A small crowd of cats also sat on and around Satan’s lap. They peered up at what the Avatar of Wrath was doing; at his fingers, bloodied and cut from the roses’ thorns. With their feline stare immoveable, their eyes judged.

“They love me… Love me not. Love me… then love me not.” Satan continued to mutter, with increasing desperation. “Loves me… Not?! Not?!?!” He roared as the penultimate petal was plucked off, shifting into his demon form and clawing at the de-petaled rose until it was nothing but tatters of stem and leaves hidden amongst the blades of grass under him. The cats continued to stare, and judge, and stare.

“Are there really no other words in this stupid ritual?!” He growled, violently whipping his head around to find the book he had brought with him. ‘A Woman’s Guide to Romance’, written by a human in the 1800s. He frantically flicked to the relevant page, scanning the walls and fences of text to find something - anything - he had missed about how to do the ritual. Maybe a loophole to add on a petal? Maybe this book was too old? But in Satan’s mind, two-hundred years wasn’t all that long - so the writing inside must still hold up.

Or, at least, that’s what he had thought before he had gotten ‘loves me not’ on two-hundred of these stupid roses.

He hadn’t even heard of this game before you, even with all his reading up on the three realms. He had walked in on you gently picking off the petals of a daisy in the RAD courtyard and had approached you, inquiring as to what you were doing. His eyesight still got slightly blurry at the sight of you and his pact mark on foreign skin, the power of the pact still very fresh. It had only been a few weeks, after all. If anything, it was better for you to stay far away from him with such power - such wrath - under your control and yet… You had stayed. Calmly, as if teaching a child, you had explained the premise of the ritual, with Satan doing what he did best: learning. He had learned about how to do the ritual; that some do it for closure, and others for self-assurance; that you did it every time you had a crush.

He also had learned what your favourite flower was, and had briefly imagined him presenting you a bouquet. He had learned that your laughter reminded him of bell chimes, that your scent reminded him of his favourite tea and that your giggles reminded him of a cat’s purr.

And, after what seemed like hours of you talking and him listening, he hadlearned that he loved the way it felt to hear you talk with your head on his shoulder. He had learned he loved to look at your face when you talked. He had learned that he loved to look at your lips talking, pursed and pretty and so soft-looking -

… He had learned a lot that day.

He had learned you had a crush and had relished in your smile when, on your first try, your final petal had been ‘he loves me.’ Then he texted you later that day; and learned that your crush had five letters in his name.

Quickly, he had researched forests with an abundance of flowers and went to the one that would be the furthest away from the prying eyes of his brothers. If he could replicate your result, he’d have definite proof. Proof that it was okay to act on these feelings that have been eating away at him for so long.

But now, two-hundred destroyed flowers later, things were looking bleak.

As he looked down at the mess around him, Satan thought of you. As pretty and as delicate as a rose; as kind, strong and persevering as the flowers too beautiful to deserve a life in the Devildom, but continued to thrive regardless. You: the flower too beautiful to deserve the fate of being torn to shreds by the Avatar of Wrath, like the roses around him.

… Suddenly, a buzzing in his pocket.

He took a deep breath, seeing the message on his D.D.D was from you.

> heyyyyyyyyy, Satan <3

> hehe this cat looks like you hehe

A picture popped up of you snuggling up to a demon cat, not minding the its tiny horns pressing into your cheek. Instinctively, he reached up to lightly touch his own horns. His breath hitched. If you were alright with horns - with the monstrous side of him - then maybe…

Resolute, Satan stood up and dusted himself free of flower bits with one hand; using the other to type out a response.

> It looks adorable. Where are you? I’ll come see it in person.

He paused, before adding:

> I have something I need to tell you.

Why should he let the flowers decide whether you loved him not?

He could get the answer from you himself.

(another attempt at romance, and sappy romantic satan is always fun. there’s a brief reference to that chat where he asks who you would date and i was chortling because man that was bold asf, actual props to him. he strikes me as someone who would research and prep for all scenarios beforehand, then kick his feet like a teenager under the covers of his bed when mc responded.)

[misterbenzadrine]

"as you wish" - binary bfs princess bride au

eli moskowitz - dread pirate roberts

grows up as a quiet farm boy that only ever says "as you wish" to demetri's every request

leaves the farm in search of fortune to properly care for and marry demetri

rumors that he was killed by the dread pirate roberts spread (though, in actuality, he took up the name and mantle of being the dread pirate roberts)

initially believes demetri gave up on waiting for him and fell in love with princess yasmine until the prince tells him yasmine practically forced him into marriage

will stop at nothing to save demetri from yasmine and kyler, who he knows pretend to be fair and kind in front of demetri and are cruel people to the rest of the kingdom

demetri alexopoulos - prince demetri

grows up on his family's farm, his eye solely belonging to his father's farmhand

falls in love with eli and reluctantly lets him leave with the promise he'll return and marry him

becomes depressed with the news of eli's death

catches the eye of princess yasmine and is forced into engaging her, becoming prince demetri

initially hates and tries to run away from the dread pirate roberts, who he believes killed eli, until the mask is removed and he's excited to be reunited

desperately wants to run away with eli but knows his marriage to yasmine in just a few days is impossible to escape

princess yasmine

will stop at nothing to make sure she marries demetri

does everything she can to kill eli because she knows his history with demetri

count kyler

princess yasmine's right hand man

has killed so many people, he can't even keep track anymore

mitch, miguel, and chris

mitch employed miguel, the most infamous and best swordfighter ever known, and chris, a gentle giant with the strength of ten men, for the sole purpose of kidnapping and murdering prince demetri

the dread pirate roberts quickly kills mitch and saves prince demetri from his plans

miguel and mitch take a liking to eli and demetri and do their best to help eli crash the royal wedding and save demetri from princess yasmine's clutches

miguel also has an ulterior motive to get into the castle and complete his lifelong mission of killing his mother's murderer, count kyler

after kyler is killed and demetri is saved, eli hands off the dread pirate roberts mantle to miguel, who takes chris with him, so eli and demetri can settle down together with their newfound freedom and fortune

[beedok]

Because I mostly talk about trans fem headcanons, have some trans masc ones (varying levels of canonicity, certainty, and... binary-ness):

[cool-now-destroy-it]

Lads, ladies and absolutely everything in between, gather round, gather close!

For I must confess my most grievous apologies to the world. How utterly selfish of me, a mere shadow of existence, to dare to draw breath in a society so deeply, so profoundly inconvenienced by the likes of me. You see, being trans? Why, it’s hardly an ordeal at all!

Of course, it does not weigh on me, not in the slightest. It’s not as if my identity is treated like a stain to be scrubbed out or a weed to be plucked from the pristine garden of humanity.

Oh, no, no, no, far be it from me to suggest such a thing.

How terrifying it must be for you, oh brave protectors of the binary! To see me breathing, walking, persisting. An abomination in your orderly little world of pink and blue. I can only imagine the unbearable agony of your fear. You must lie awake at night, staring at your pristine ceilings, haunted by the specter of my pronouns.

I couldn’t possibly comprehend how terribly frightened you all must be of us. Truly, I am sorry to have unsettled you with my mere existence. What a burden it must be to see us, to hear us, to know we walk among you! The audacity! I shudder to think of the terror you feel when we, oh, I don’t know, ask to be called by our names or request not to be killed. Such radical demands, no wonder you’re all quaking in your boots!

Our pain, our suffering, our daily torment? A mere trifle! It’s not as though I wake every morning to find the weight of my identity pressing against my chest. It's not like its a scream buried so deep in my chest that I can feel it scraping my ribs every time I breathe. It’s not like we carry this anguish around like a warm, familiar blanket, clinging to it, wrapping ourselves in it, because at least it stays with us, at least it doesn’t turn away.

But please, tell me more about your suffering. Tell me how hard it is for you to live in a world where people like me exist. Tell me how we threaten your values, your traditions, your fragile sense of reality. Tell me how inconvenient it is to acknowledge that we are human, that we are here, that we are not going anywhere.

Let me assure you, with all the venom we can muster, we will not stop fighting and we will not stop living, no matter how much it offends you.

Because heres the thing: your fear, your hatred, your desperate, grasping need to erase us? It is nothing. It is hollow. It is the pathetic whimper of a world that knows it is dying.

And I, for one, plan to dance on its grave.

[sacred-algae]

Transmasc!Dorian Storm my beloved. 10/10 little trans guy energy. I have not met a SINGLE trans man that does not act like Dorian Storm.

Send post.

[head---ache]

i find it so funny that scourge and fiona are like the straight couple in the l&l au and they have a pretty shitty relationship 😭

[prince--esque]

(The Nine gathering all their queer agents for Pride like how coporations do since they know Guardians are gay and they need more agents)

Orin:

Xûr: ...what?

Orin: I thought you were homophobic?

Xûr: WH

Orin: You killed Sjur!

Xûr:

Xûr: tHAT WAS NOT WHY—

Lodi: