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.
hey so i used to work at tumblr but now i work at garbage day. i just re-read the piece in garbage day about the slur song and i figured since i don't work at tumblr anymore nothing is stopping me from messaging you and saying that omg i absolutely love it and thought it was hilarious. i sent it to my team on slack and was like "y'all this is the song of the year" and all of us lost our minds. i also sent it to my "queers united" group chat the universal response was "this is an absolute banger" lol.
10/10 completely unmonitizable and unmarketable and your post about "tumblr staff finding out their site has crowdsourced a viral song only for it to be unusable in corporate marketing" made me, the lead of the marketing team at the time, laugh until i cried. spot on, literally was like "guys this is the biggest thing on tumblr right now, it's fucking amazing, and we cannot touch it with a 10-foot poll." absolutely incredible. stellar work.
My mum dropped new family lore today when she off-handedly mentioned being diagnosed with "fibrositis" in her early 30s.
I'd never heard of it before, so I Googled it and what's it called these days? Fibromyalgia. I said, Mum, do you mean to tell me you've lived 40+ years with fibro pain, and no one's done anything about it?
She said, "You can do something about it? The doctor back then just said I needed to have a baby."
Perplexed, I asked, "Why would that help?"
"Because then I wouldn't have time to think I was in pain."
So, anyway. Haha. As soon as this migraine stops, I'm hopping on a plane back home to commit murder. Anyone want to come?
(orange looks so fucking good on him. i had to write the filthiest smut cause when he came on screen so did i-)
"jake!" frantically waving your hands to get his attention. flapping around desperately when you realise he's lost in his own thoughts, head hanging low, his elbows resting on his knees. fucking hell, this was his chance of getting out of the glass prison.
"sully! over here!" banging the glass hard. his ears perk up and he swings his head around. looking with surprise and his eyes widening considerably when he spots your tiny figure behind the barrier of unbreakable glass. he drops to the floor, crouching down and quickly scooting towards the door. your hands scramble for the keycard. slotting it through and jumping back as it blinks green and opens rather loudly.
"fuck fuck fuck come on quick" jake pushes it open, whipping his head around worriedly. this place was loaded with surveillance. "i handled the cameras. go. go that way" you rush out, pushing his hip with all the strength you had. jake scrambles, running to where you pointed. oh screw him and his long legs. you catch up, panting tiredly. "baby. you shot the cameras.." his mouth opens in awe. hands coming to embrace you but you swat them away hastily.
"my lab is the safest place right now! theres no time. lets go fast !" he nods, bending down and throwing you over his shoulder. it takes you by surprise but you're grateful that he noticed how you found it hard to keep up. he was over eight feet tall and built like a warrior. of course he'd be more stealthy.
it registers then. the bright orange fabric that covers the expanse of his blue skin. he's wearing a prisoner's outfit. and you hastily hold onto it, the floor moving beneath you as he silently makes his way to your headquarters. placing you down so you can scan, enter and drag him inside before you lock the door completely. the adrenaline hits you when the realisation sets in. you had done it. rescued him. handled the surveillance and even stolen a keycard from an RDA officer.
"well, you look..." eyes drifting down the expanse of his unusually large clothed body. its strange how seeing him dressed ignites a primal part of your brain. "like absolute shit? yeah" jake mumbles, beginning to unzip the jumpsuit but your mouth moves faster. "don't take it off. it looks good...on you"
he cocks his head, raising an eyebrow. oh he's getting that look on his face. the look that says he's gonna tease you and definitely do something about it. and he does.
"on all fours." heat pools in the pit of your abdomen. his voice low and commanding. jerking forward when his huge hands manhandle you. propping your knees down. "can't fuck you on the desk cause you're so damn small and these ceilings are so low" he rambles on, coming up behind you. you hear him zip down the jumpsuit. not taking it off completely but just enough to grip his hardened cock. stroking it with a vice grip before he teasingly rubs the weeping blue tip between your folds. collecting all the slick filthily. a big hand snakes down your back, pushing firmly between your shoulderblades and your elbows give in.
"ass up baby, gonna take you nice and slow" you whimper as he pushes the tip past your tight walls. pausing briefly before he pushes in another inch, cursing out a string of profanities. pussy fluttering and wrapping around his massive length. his hot precum dripping out and staining the insides of your thighs with a shade of blue-ish white.
"fuck, almost there" you push back onto him, forcing his cock as deep as it can get. both of you moaning in unison. "i'm touching your cervix... goddamnit so tight" jake whimpers, hips bucking uncontrollably. you can feel him. kissing your womb with how deep he's buried his cock in.
"j-jake..." he hisses, throwing his head back. you're so warm. so so so much smaller. yet your pretty little cunt is stretched out obscenely with his girth. he leans down, stomach pressing onto your back. bringing his arms beside your head. holding himself up, above you but putting enough of his body weight on top to keep you trapped beneath. coating him with more wetness when you catch a glimpse of his exposed forearms. the orange sleeves folded up his elbows.
"like me that much in it, huh?" he drawls out, his chin digging into your shoulder. mouthing at your tear stained cheek. you nod shamelessly. "s-stop squeezing me so much babygirl" he moans lowly, arms flexing with each hard thrust.
"i'm not even fully in...too big for you" and his dick pulses inside. ramming into your cunt with deep and carefully timed thrusts. shivering as the jumpsuit fabric rubs against the back of your thighs. his bigger muscular ones framing yours. "cumming..." you whine, knees giving in. waves of pleasure washing through your whole body. you're gasping and moaning.
jake's arm snakes around your stomach, keeping your hips up for him. the pressure in your lower half has you keeling. now you can feel every inch of his dick, touching your inner walls. overstimulation kicking in and you whine pathetically. cunt desperately throbbing. "gonna fill you up." and he slows himself to a grind. his hand moving to grope your chest, pinching on the sensitive nubs.
it takes a few more thrusts and you feel him coat your insides with warm wet cum. its enough to make you reach the edge a second time. it spills past your folds and drips down onto the floor. "yeah keep it all in, baby" breathing raggedly with how hard he cums. grunting with how much he fills you up with.
"did so good for me. so fuckin good" you collapse tiredly, sighing with content. he pulls out, watching his cum drip filthily out of your spent pussy. "and thank you for coming to rescue me" he turns you around with love pooling out of his dilated pupils, pressing his mouth on yours. kissing you like a man starved.
"all because of this prison onesie" you mumble, half dazed. pawing at the fabric playfully and it only makes the na'vi smirk and kiss you harder.
