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ID: slightly blurry photos of painted buttons sewn on a dark corduroy jacket. The top photo shows, from left to right: emerald green, white stars, white lettering 'N S', and a doodle of a coffee cup; green background with black drawing of a sound waveform and 'Monstrous Agonies'; green button with white line art and text - outline of an eye with two silhouettes in the iris, text reads 'Ceaseless Watcher'; red glitter button with black letters 'NQD' and doodles of a fanged smile and two roses; white glitter button and text reading 'still working on the name'. The second image shows two buttons on corduroy lapels: left is blue-purple and sparkly with yellow loopy text reading 'sbr' with a tiny cat; right button has a simple painting of a vial of purple Something. End ID
HI PLEASE APPRECIATE THE COOL BUTTONS I MADE AND SEWED TO MY JACKET TODAY
Can everyone who makes video content do a Deaf bitch a favor? Watch your shit with the captions on and the sound off, and then do another round of editing to fix things including but not limited to:
Captions cover the spot on the screen you put the information I need
The dialogue is captioned but not the song you have playing that the dialogue is responding to
You only captioned the person on the screen, not the person off screen who is also talking
No captioning of critical sound effects (alarms, bells, dogs barking, etc)
Speakers are not labelled at moments where it is not clear on the screen who is talking.
Captions cover the spot on the screen that you put the information I need!
Other d/Deaf people welcome to add.
This post brought to you by the fifth video tutorial I could not follow because the bad, auto-generated captions covered what I was trying to watch today.
when I see like libraries and museums or doctors or dentists offices that have cards and drawings from kids up on the walls I always think that maybe the kids are grown up now and probably dont even remember when they wrote a card to the ear doctor or when they drew a cow and hung it up on the drawing wall at the library but I’m here seeing it. I just think it’s so sweet these kids could be anywhere maybe some of them are artists or doctors or maybe they’re at university in a different city and they have no idea that the drawing they left somewhere can give people joy when they see it many years later. same thing with like painted rocks people have left places. we should all make more things
grace, who has been alone for five minutes: oh my god. an alien! im not alone anymore! i hope he wants to be friends :)
rocky, coming up on 50 years of solitude, imprinting on grace in ways baby ducklings can only dream of: if you leave me to sleep where i can't watch your heart beat i am blowing up this tunnel with us both in it
Even though Grace's atmosphere was significantly cooler than mine, something about the presence of another person made the cold void of space almost seem cosy.
I watched Grace sleep, and I thought back to my crewmates. They hadn't all died at once. One by one, they slept, and stopped waking up.
I could hear where each of them were, feel the vibrations in the ship as they walked and worked and sang. 23 crewmates all chattering and going about their daily business. Then, one by one... their voices fell silent. They stopped waking up. The ship went from a bustle of near constant movement and chatter, to a muted muttering, to a sparse whisper... and eventually silence.
I hated the silence more than anything. Without my crewmates, I was lost, adrift in space. I knew how to build things, but not what to build or what to use it for. I had no way of saving my star alone. I had nowhere to go and nothing I could do, nobody with knowledge to help me. Without their voices, I was lost. In the silence, I was blind.
And then, after years and years of deathless, blinding silence, I found Grace. Stupid, loud, obnoxious Grace. He kept crashing into the models I had him make. He stomped louder than me when he walked. He talked to himself when it was totally unnecessary. He argued with me about stupid things. He made jokes I didn't understand. He spoke to his ship, which incredibly, also spoke back. He tripped and crashed into things constantly. He told me stupid science jokes.
I had never been so happy.
Every time he spoke I was reminded of what the scientists I knew before him would think and how fascinated they'd be. Every footstep reverberated around the ship and fought back against the silence. Every badly assembled model brought us one step closer to saving our planets. His presence alone beat back the silence. His biology was so, so weird and squishy, and there was nothing I wouldn't do for him.
I watched him carefully as he slept. He even slept loudly, something i was most grateful for. He seemed to move little bits in his sleep, occasionally mutter things that sounded a little like words, or make this strange guttural noise with his face. Even asleep, this weird alien was helping fill the silence, making sure I wasn't facing the empty silence alone. Even though he was the one asleep, sometimes it was like Grace was the one watching over me.
I watched as his blanket shifted a little and his eyelids blinked open. I made sure to tell him good morning. I hope I made him feel safe while he slept. I hope he knew I was right here for him. I hope he knew how much of a void he was filling, how already he saved me from my darkest moments and gave me a reason to hope. I wish I had a way to tell him. Our communication was improving but it was still so woefully inadequate.
"Hey Rocky?"
"Yes Grace?"
"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"
"Yes." I said immediately. "Obvious. Grace question stupid. What is worm, question?"
"Aw haha, thanks buddy! A worm is a creature that..."
No no no, Grace! Stupid, endearing, squishy Grace! These words are too SMALL!
Oh well. If words can't hold the enormity of how important Grace is to me, I'd have to make sure he gets the message.
As he explained worms to me, I started thinking about a new design. I would make sure this dumb, funny alien never felt as alone as I did. I wanted to climb inside the Hail Mary and fill it with noise and conversation and laughter. I would make sure I was there to watch him sleep and ensure neither of us ever felt alone again.
grace, who has been alone for five minutes: oh my god. an alien! im not alone anymore! i hope he wants to be friends :)
rocky, coming up on 50 years of solitude, imprinting on grace in ways baby ducklings can only dream of: if you leave me to sleep where i can't watch your heart beat i am blowing up this tunnel with us both in it
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Bots, you say? No, that sounds made up.
Robin Sylvester, gadabout demonologist, finds time between gin martinis to solve the most magical crimes 1920s London has to offer.
If you've been meaning to, don't miss out on your opportunity to support queer independent audio fiction get some cool rewards. £69 sloppy makeouts are only a click (and £69) away! Bet you've never heard THAT on Tumblr before!
Oh, you have? Where?
Bots, you say? No, that sounds made up.
Robin Sylvester, gadabout demonologist, finds time between gin martinis to solve the most magical crimes 1920s London has to offer.
so i know that i’m a million years late to the party, but something i find hilarious in agents of shield is that in season one, these guys are basically your regular government employees who just deal with weird stuff, and by the time season four rolls around, these same people are so codependent that when their new boss comes in and is like “:) yay! i can put the genius STEM people in my genius STEM section and the hyper-competent soldier people in my hyper-competent soldier section!” they all immediately assume that he’s out to get them and is splitting them up on purpose. like you people are AT A JOB this is YOUR BOSS what are you DOING. and it’s not just daisy or fitzsimmons thinking about this. fucking coulson and may are also suspicious. like guys. you are government workers. why are you conducting secret missions. people are going to die for your found family.
i know rocky still technically got to play with the measuring tape in the movie but the way it happened in the book always makes me smile when I read it. :]
“you’re such a ray of sunshine!” thanks! one day i chose to act happy and then i kept choosing it over and over and over and over until the neurological pathways formed like desire paths in the thicket. i dug and clawed my nails into the grooves of my brain and carved out joy. i retouch it every day.
