David (from Prometheus) meets HAL9000.

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It’s a ship with intelligence.

And David is curious beyond measure.

He reads the reports of the mysterious Jupiter mission, the reports written by a intelligent ship about the people in its interior and the universe around it.

He reads of its creator, who sang “Daisy Bell” to his machine.

And, one day, a hunk of metal sits in one of the labs, blackened and half-destroyed—the remains of a central computer for a ship lost over eight decades before.

David is curious.

hikaru teaching pasha how to use chopsticks uwu

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“Stop stabbing the meat.” Hikaru reaches around Pavel and snatches the chopsticks from his hands. “You’re not a Viking and even if you were, you aren’t allowed to do that. It’s gross.”

Pavel doesn’t say anything, though he’s very tempted. He’s tempted to bring up the time Hikaru said he’d let Pavel teach him chess and, within the first three moves, got up and replicated himself some vodka.

“It’s culturally relevant!” he’d said at the time and Pavel let him get away with it because he lets Hikaru get away with everything.

“It’s meat,” Pavel points out, snatching the chopsticks back. “How do you think it even got on my plate? You know, the method used to be stabbing.”

“You’re an idiot,” Hikaru mutters and picks up his own chopsticks, holds them up for Pavel to see. “You hold them like this—not like,” he repositions them so he’s gripping the bases like a set of daggers, “this.”

“There’s nothing wrong with my method, ‘Karu. The meat gets from the bowl to my mouth, doesn’t it?”

Hikaru stares at him.

“Are you sure you’re a boy genius?”

Pavel flings a piece of meat at him.

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Here’s the beginning of a story I started a while ago, which I hope—someday in the distant, distant future—to complete.

A long time ago, there lived an old man named Fitzwilliam Fitzpatrick I, who had three sons.

His eldest son, Fitzwilliam II, was a Colonel—tall and golden-looking, his mother had often told him he looked like a younger version of his father. He had married young, had a large number of children and used his military position to find time away from his wife and offspring.

His second son, Patrick I, was a factory owner in the city. He was unmarried and would remain so for the rest of his life, due to a lack of interest in women or commitment of any kind. He, like his mother, had masses of curly, dark hair and a fondness for annoying his father with his superior intelligence.

His third son, Napoleon I, was a merchant, in theory, who rarely sold anything, but, with the aid of his wife, bought from people all over the world. He often sent back presents for his father, which were rarely as thoughtful as they seemed, due to the lengthy bills that came with each package.

All three of the sons had their mother’s large, hooked nose and dark, piercing eyes.

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I’ll just read a book instead… So I drew this ages ago and I never posted it, for some reason. (The lyrics are from Kate Nash’s “Doo Wah Doo”, btw, and if you’ve not heard that song, you should definitely check it out, because it’s fantastic.) DAVID DON’T NEED YOU, ELIZABETH. HE’S GOT SEVEN PILLARS OF WISDOM TO READ.

I’ll just read a book instead…

So I drew this ages ago and I never posted it, for some reason. (The lyrics are from Kate Nash’s “Doo Wah Doo”, btw, and if you’ve not heard that song, you should definitely check it out, because it’s fantastic.)

DAVID DON’T NEED YOU, ELIZABETH. HE’S GOT SEVEN PILLARS OF WISDOM TO READ.

People I adore 1/?? — Maggie (meloyhaberman)

Maggie is my sister irl and, in a non… romantic or… sexual… way, my soulmate. She’s my perfect balance—the Spock to my Kirk (though I’m more like Bones tbh), the Erik to my Charles…

She’s also an extremely talented actress, artist and writer. (She’s responsible for the ever-painful Avatar!AU [though it doesn’t really have anything to do with Avatar]—the first few sections can be found here: 1 2 3 4, though you’ll cry a lot from it.) She’s a fantastic cook and makes this gorgeous chocolate cake—like, I don’t even like chocolate and this thing is gorgeous.

And she’s just the most wonderful friend, sister and co-schemer I could ever ask for.

AND LOOK AT HER FACE HOW CAN YOU RESIST THAT PERFECT FACE

cinnamon-lady24: “It’s asking questions… Is this all that I am? Is there nothing more?” (Art (c) me) You know, it’s really funny when I look at my old drawings, because sometimes I notice things that are sort of… unexpected. As… I don’t think I’ve mentioned before, I actually first saw Lawrence of Arabia when I was quite young and, as I recall, sick. I really don’t/couldn’t remember very much about it. The main points that I remember were Auda’s first appearance and the very last shot of the film (the close-up of Lawrence through the windshield). And my half-awake mind created really weird explanations of scenes—like, for some reason, I always thought there was a scene where they played boule LIKE I CANNOT EVEN. But it’s weird looking back on pictures like this, because I realize that the film must’ve already been in my subconscious. I mean, I’m essentially lifting not only the shot, but the full context of this shot: It’s funny. (Or, rather, it’s funny to me.)

cinnamon-lady24:

“It’s asking questions… Is this all that I am? Is there nothing more?”

(Art (c) me)

You know, it’s really funny when I look at my old drawings, because sometimes I notice things that are sort of… unexpected.

As… I don’t think I’ve mentioned before, I actually first saw Lawrence of Arabia when I was quite young and, as I recall, sick. I really don’t/couldn’t remember very much about it. The main points that I remember were Auda’s first appearance and the very last shot of the film (the close-up of Lawrence through the windshield). And my half-awake mind created really weird explanations of scenes—like, for some reason, I always thought there was a scene where they played boule LIKE I CANNOT EVEN.

But it’s weird looking back on pictures like this, because I realize that the film must’ve already been in my subconscious. I mean, I’m essentially lifting not only the shot, but the full context of this shot:

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It’s funny. (Or, rather, it’s funny to me.)

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