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thechekhov · 2 months
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Fuck it - Evolve a guy!
I'm restarting the chain mail trend, but fun instead of annoying.
See this guy?
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Evolve it by:
Copy pasting the image above (reproducing)
Changing ONE detail about the picture (mutation)
Reblogging your new guy, so your followers can evolve it too
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hexiewrites · 2 years
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I’ve been thinking a lot about late-deafened Steve, and what that actually would have looked like. Because the thing is: I love this head cannon. Boy got bashed around so much, ESPECIALLY on his left side, theres no way he didn’t come out of that with some long term damage. And I’ve been thinking about what that means for him, when his hearing starts to go, and how isolating that would be.
Except. Then I keep thinking about Robin.
Give me child-of-Deaf-adults Robin. Robin whose parents met at Gallaudet. Who were confused and upset when the doctor said, relief clear on his face, oh thank god, how lucky, your baby is normal, she can HEAR. Robin who grows up a in a Deaf home with a Deaf family. Who learns ASL before she learns English. Who never learns to be quiet because at home it doesn’t matter, so she can blast trumpet all day long to no complaints, and forever feels uncomfortable in places where she has to try to keep it down. Robin who grows up learning ASL and English and thrives, loves the way her brain works when it’s parsing languages, and starts teaching herself French and Spanish too, blasting day time Spanish soap operas constantly whenever she’s at home, shouting along with the screen. Robin who interprets for her parents, taking on burdens no seven year old should when she’s the one who has to tell her mom the cancers back. Robin who, four years later, gets to tell her dad that the surgery worked. The cancers gone. Moms gonna be ok. Robin who, at eleven, doesn’t know the sign for remission but she signs CANCER-one hand eating at the other like the disease that almost took her Mom-and signs FINISH, signs NONE, signs MOM-OKAY, MOM-SAFE, and is glad her dad can’t hear how loud her sobs are because even she’s embarrassed at the noises she’s making. 
Robin who doesn’t quite fit at home, the loud little girl in the odd quiet house (not that her house is ever quiet: if you dont realize you’re making noise you don’t do anything to tamper it), and who doesn’t quite fit at school, when she shows up in kindergarten signing instead of speaking and all the other kids make fun of her for years, call her spazzy Buckley and imitate the signs, crude and heartbreaking and she can’t even cry here because everyone can hear her. Robin who teaches herself to speak without signing, sits on her hands and tries not to internalize the hatred, but her fingers still twitch constantly along with the words. Robin who thinks she’s never going to fit in, and tries to separate out the two different parts of herself because it’s easier, most days, to pretend to be “normal” even though that feels wrong too.
Give me Robin, who knows Steve inside out and who knows what it looks like when someone can’t hear you but pretends they can. Robin who clocks Steve immediately, even though he tries to brush her off like he’s been doing to everyone. Robin who finally takes him home to meet her parents, explaining it all in the car (into his right ear, which is better than the left though still starting to fade). Robin who gives Steve the gift of understanding and hope for the future. Who holes up with him and teaches him sign, slow at first (because Steve has never been good at grammar, and he constantly furrows his eyebrows despite her pleas that eyebrows are important in ASL and he needs to use his face more or he’s going to confuse everyone, it’s the visual equivalent of lilting your voice up like every sentence is a question and it’s weird, Steve!) and then faster as he starts to realize how useful it is, starts to bring her lists full of signs to learn, starts to lean on and cherish the experience of this new way to communicate. Robin, who helps him practice lipreading even though she’s terrible at it. Robin, who finally convinces him to get a hearing aid and lets him sob into her shoulder when the doctor says it’ll help for a few years, but long term there’s probably nothing they can do, and then tells him to buck it up because there are way worse things than being a little deaf and besides, now the Buckleys will just have to adopt him for real because they did always talk about adopting a deaf child or two, if there was ever one in need.
Give me CODA Robin, whose never felt like she belonged until she nearly gets murdered by Russians with her best friend. Who brings Steve into her life, shows him Deaf culture, gives him a place where he fits. Robin who finally realizes that this is her place too, and it’s so much sweeter for getting to share it with the people she loves.
And then, after, give me Eddie knocking on the Buckley door and begging to learn ASL too. Give me Robin’s mom, somehow roped in to teaching him and the party, as they try to learn in secret to make Steve’s life easier (and their own, because ASL is god tier for pulling pranks from opposite sides of a high school cafeteria). Give me Dustin, excitedly telling Miranda Buckley to FUCK-OFF every week for months because he thinks he’s saying THANK-YOU and she finds it too funny to correct him. Give me Eddie trying to surprise Steve and ask him out on a date, but instead of signing HUNGRY, WANT YOU&ME GO AFTER WORK? he signs HORNY, WANT YOU&ME GO FUCK?
And give me Steve, who thinks about it for a long minute (partially because Eddie totally botches the grammar, but partially because he looks so hot, standing there nervous and trying to communicate with Steve in a way that will make him the most comfortable) before he smirks and signs back YEAH, and takes Eddie on the best goddamn first date of his life. 
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charles-jpg · 5 months
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you say i killed you, haunt me then! | coriolanus snow and lucy gray baird
1. lev st. valentine // 2. clarice lispector // 3. anne carson // 4. anne carson // 5. haruki murakami // 6. richard siken // 7. unknown // 8. t.b bliss // 9. brenna twohy
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jazbell · 2 months
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woaaa parallel canon i love you so
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sydsketch · 6 months
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what if we like… kissed in the haunted mansion ballroom
(if you’re seeing this in october, this is the print and sticker i’ll mail to you if you sign up to my patreon!)
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sonicblooms · 5 months
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the maiavas threw a pizza party for elijah's birthday !
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pigeonstab · 9 months
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Animation!!
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It's ink because of course it is
Also!! I have a drawing tablet now, and that's very cool, it's much easier to make digital art now!
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hrwinter · 6 months
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I love your pinned ficlet because Lena is typically such a hyper-focused workaholic it really sells how catastrophically horny she must be to daydream at such length while at work. Hope Kara helps release her from her horny prison!
'artificial intelligence' is the only subject any reporter has asked her about for the better part of the last twelve months. generative AI, to be specific. it's tiresome. luthorcorp has been using AI, or applied statistics as lena would rather refer to it, for the last decade. incredibly expensive to develop in house and rife with issues ranging from proprietary data misuse to perpetuating biases to data hallucination to ethical misconduct, it's never been an easy subject to broach. and it's never been a hotter topic. it's a bit of a minefield for her to speak on, especially on how luthorcorp uses it, and she's loathe to engage publicly on the topic if she doesn't have to.
nonetheless. she's bored. she's passively watching morgan edge have a histrionic episode in one of their shared board meetings. she's idly working on her tech pad, stencil moving bits of data around as she plays with a chat bot she's been training for the last week. it's a chat bot specifically trained on transcripts of supergirl's interviews. hundreds of them. it's a chat bot that actually mimics supergirl. pretends to be her.
no reason why, really. just a bit of fun in her downtime.
maybe she'd been musing about what all she could get supergirl to say to her. maybe she'd wondered how supergirl might react in specific instances. specific to lena instances.
morgan shouts the word 'FUCK' across the conference bridge, and lena continues to try different text inputs.
lena: Supergirl, if I were to wear a deep cut dress, would you prefer that over a pant suit?
Supergirl.AI: Oh, golly, Ms. Luthor. That's hard to say.
typical. so deflecting.
lena: What color do you think I look best in?
Supergirl.AI: Uh, hm, let me think. Red?
ever bashful.
"Lena, don't you have something to say on this flagrant misapplication of our budget dollars?" Edge rings across her virtual meeting. "This is not what I signed on for."
"I'm sorry, Edge, you're cutting out, can you repeat that?"
edge turns a lovely shade of carmine. speaking of.
lena: If I were to take you on a date, what kind of restaurant would you like to go to?
Supergirl.AI: Of course, I would love potstickers!
wait a minute.
oh. oh.
fuck.
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optreasurecruise · 11 months
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kaladinkholins · 3 months
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i just realised ringo's clothes have a little bit of blue in them, which we only see when he takes off his happi (is it a happi? i think it's a happi, not a haori). even though his main colour is light grey and brown, the bit of blue in his design hints at his companionship with mizu ;w;
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bastard-kins · 5 months
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Made myself a pfp for discord
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jovenshires · 5 months
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crying Shayne in the smoshmouth ep being like who in smosh serves the most cunt and Amanda and Tommy immediately saying and praising Courtney (so real btw) and Shayne just being like okay yeah but CHANSE-
-shaynse anon
i havent gotten to that part yet (i am a slow slow podcast watcher) but they were all correct but shayne? shayne understands us.
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arianwells · 2 years
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Lots of daggers.
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mintaffy · 26 days
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if i’m a robot or a doll,
am i anything at all?
maybe a thing like me
doesn’t yet deserve to know
language of the lost - RIProducer
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completeoveranalysis · 6 months
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[9]
OHOHO And we close on Evil Wolverine's dark magic closing around Sakura in the same pattern her wings were doing in the splash page.
10/10 perfect pay off
OK NEXT CHAPTER
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Verlaine and Rimbaud appearance hcs
 -> Happy creation day Verlaine! I conjured these up and thought it would be fun to share them :]
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Verlaine
☆ Face wise Verlaine has a more triangular, sleek face. High cheek bones, and a sharp but not particularly wide jawline. His nose is long with a bump on the bridge before turning up at the end. Feature wise it's all very fox like, you could say. 
☆ Paul has heterochromia, one honey brown eye and one sea blue eye [because canon can't fucking decide what it wants them to be]. They turn upwards slightly at the end and are thin. His pupils aren't circular, protruding in spikes around the edges. They vary in length and almost mimic an explosion. Paul's eyes seldom ever shine, usually remaining focused and sharp, yet distant, always carrying a certain hate and loneliness to them. However with those he cares for [Rimbaud and especially Chuya] they could be described as kind. Post SB they are no longer as hateful but more empty, melancholic [though shine sometimes when visited by Chuya - because fuck canon]. He has a beauty mark under his left eye.
☆ Paul's skin is warm in appearance, carrying a light orange undertone, and it is also quite warm to the touch. There are wrinkles by his eyes and slight bags, and his lips have an upturn at the end - casually he always manages to look amused. He has several scars along his body, including one extending from between his ring finger and middle finger all the way down his forearm to his elbow, along with circular scars on his back from the lab tubes and other smaller ones littering his skin. His skin is otherwise soft, and his nails are filed down. Paul also has several moles, including on just above his right hip and one on his left collarbone.
☆ Posture wise Verlaine stands tall, never slouching or anything like that. He walks fast and with confidence and grace, though sometimes the walking almost comes off as angry. His hair is a honeyed blond and very silky to the touch, falling to just below his mid back when down. It's wavy until the ends in which it’s more curly.
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Rimbaud
☆ If I had to choose one word to describe Rimbaud’s appearance overall it would be gloomy. 
☆ Rimbaud has a more oval face shape but with kind of strong features. A more defined jawline, a slightly hooked roman nose with visible but not high cheekbones. His forehead slants back ever so slightly, his nose extending past his chin a little more than is typically seen. Profile wise he’s somewhat crow like.
☆ Rimbaud's eyes are an almost golden green, though are usually somewhat dark. His eyes are downturned and hooded, always somewhat heavy and tired yet despite that they carry an almost eagle like sharpness - a result of him being a spy. Rimbaud’s eyes have a dull glow to them, however they also hold a hidden tenderness to them, a melancholic gentleness that’s only ever visible when he’s away from prying eyes - whether that be alone or solely with someone he cares for.
☆ His skin is pale, a grey-white with pink undertones, and his cheeks and nose are always flushed due to the cold. He has bags under his eyes and crows feet. Rimbaud’s lips are a pale red and thin, usually kept in a straight line. When he smiles it’s small but loving, and he has dimples. Much like Verlaine he has a few scars on his body, though the most noticeable ones are a gunshot wound on his right hand and a long scar extending from his shoulder blade to his mid-back. His hands are calloused, but the rest of his skin - while extremely cold - is soft and pleasing to the touch.
☆ Rimbaud's posture is usually hunched over, curled in on himself to preserve warmth, however when on a mission he stands tall, confident and determined. He walks fast and never dawdles. His hair is slightly curly and very soft, fluffy though always a little tangled. 
☆ Tl;dr: Dilf
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