#I don't know ASL

[brown-little-robin]

28: Ground Rules

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Joseph Wilson is a bit of a ghost.

It’s not about the loss of his voice any more than everything is. It’s about being thirty-eight, he supposes, and having no full-time job besides art. It’s about being thirty-eight and unmarried, though with a large heap of good friends. Joseph Wilson wouldn’t—couldn’t trade his life for a normal white-fenced existence, but he can’t help feeling painfully different when his mother asked him “Are you ever going to settle down, honey?” with a sad look in her eyes.

She asks that every once in a while, and every time, Joseph gives her the same gentle look. He can’t answer that question. His heart has always compelled him in certain directions, gently and irresistibly and unchangeably. Joseph cannot negotiate with his heart. It compels him toward unknown beauties, the alien landscapes of the planet Tamaran, the depths of the jungle, the mediums of watercolor and poetry, the strange alienness of Raven, the lonely grace of Nightwing. The ever-expanding horizons of friendship.

His heart rarely compels him toward romance, and that always ends with Joseph being hurt. He stopped calling his refusal to get himself hurt cowardice a long time ago.

Along with the question, Adeline always offers to give him a position in her company, Searchers, Inc. She reminds Joseph how effective he could be as an agent, seeking out the information that Searchers sells. Or, Joseph suspects, as more of an all-around odd-jobs agent. A retrieval specialist, maybe. A diplomat, when the company requires diplomacy. Which is often.

He got a taste of the life of a Searchers agent last week. He had to go to Qurac and find his mother, gather information without getting caught, and get her out of a heavily guarded prison—with her on a broken leg! Joseph did it, and he did it well. But that life…

An overwhelming sense of orange occurs to Joseph Wilson’s senses, and the feeling of a bullet in his leg, and the sound of gunfire and shouts. He lets it wash over him and dissipate.

That life is not for Joseph.

What life is for him? A month ago, Joseph thought it was decided: the life of an artist. His life in Metropolis. An easel in the living room, canvases in the closet, a guitar by his bed, and leather and paper notebooks stacked on his desk and nightstand. Anxiety medication on his nightstand. Jericho uniform gathering dust on the top shelf of his closet. Medical pack for the vigilante friends who occasionally come to his door with wounds and illnesses. A calendar full of cultural events, art shows, part-time teaching, and get-togethers with his friends.

It was a good life. Joseph was content. Even with the occasional loneliness.

And then Wally West found him walking home from the general store, took one of his grocery bags, and fell into step with him. Joseph Wilson learned more about speedsters from that one breathless conversation than he had ever known before. Wally West was a whirlwind of explanations, the gist of which was “Barry Allen was the second flash; Barry has a grandson (Impulse); Impulse has a clone (Inertia); Inertia is a supervillain; well, actually, there have been multiple Inertias, and the first one wasn’t so bad; the first one just came back from the speed force and he doesn’t want to live with us and we’re worried but we’re trying to give him a chance; have you ever heard of a lightning rod? Okay, well… it’s kind of strange.”

Wally West explained the concept of a lightning rod—someone who gives a speedster the “grounding” to escape the speed force. He said their idea was to have Raven give Thad Thawne an artificial lightning rod. The hope was that the lightning rod person would be able to curb Thad’s powers if necessary. It wasn’t the strangest thing Joseph ever heard of by a long shot. But the idea of creating an artificial lightning rod seemed wrong.

Joseph understood that the plan was a desperate bid to rehome a supervillain, but something in him was shocked. If a lightning rod is so integral to a speedster’s heart… if it comes from mutual love and trust… what would it do to a person to have that void filled with magic? Joseph can’t imagine that the magic wouldn’t affect the child’s mind; Raven’s magic and emotion intertwine nearly inseparably. Would the lightning rod force him to trust Joseph? To love him?

Joseph hated that idea instantly.

But… the child Wally West described did seem to dearly need a new home. A young clone created to be a weapon, trying his best to figure life out but desperate to move away from his blood family. And Joseph has always had a soft spot for traumatized children.

Joseph Wilson has known of a few—a very few—reformed villains. He knows it’s an awful, difficult process to rebuild your life. He knows, too, that blood family is complicated and hard and sometimes it’s better to be away for a while.

He learned more over the phone with Max Mercury; he learned the boy’s name, Sophos Thaddeus Anacletus Free; he learned that he definitely has PTSD, dissociation, and nonverbal episodes; and he learned that Max loves him very, very much. Max didn’t say so, but it was there in his voice. It was obvious in the way he asked Joseph, softly, to be honest. He asked him if he would seriously consider taking Thad in. Max didn’t want to give the boy false hope.

Joseph said yes.

Of course he said yes.

It seemed like fate at the time. Joseph Wilson, living alone with a house full of art and a mind full of knowledge about trauma and recovery, having a child fall into his lap. It felt like being needed and perfectly able to provide. Like the possibility of doing what was not done for him when his throat was cut. Healing the hurt.

He loves his mother, but all she knew how to give him was protection. Training. She never knew how to give him comfort.

Then Joseph met Thad Free, and the boy walked with him and talked to him in his rusty little voice, and Joseph fell in love with him then and there. His heart ached. He was never so sure about the compulsion in his life. He saw the stiff, over-careful way Thad moved transform into sure-footed, childish delight. He saw the hope in his yellow eyes, and he wanted to give that to Thad forever.

And then his mother vanished on a Searchers mission, and Joseph had to find her, and on the airplane ride home, she dropped the bomb on him:

“I want to give Searchers, Inc. to you.”

Joseph froze.

“I won’t ask you to be an agent,” Adeline Kane said. There were bags under her eyes, her white roots were showing, and her leg was in a cast. “I know by now you don’t want that. I think I know my own son. But… Joseph, I can’t keep up with the company anymore, and not just missions. Your mother’s getting old, honey.”

Joseph signed, “You’re retiring?”

Expressions are always exaggerated in ASL because that’s one of the ways to indicate meaning, including framing a sentence as a question, but Joseph’s disbelief must have shown really clearly. Adeline smiled at him knowingly.

“Sooner or later,” she said. “I hope sooner. Depending on if you agree to take over Searchers. If not… if not, I’m going to have to find someone else I can trust. And there’s no one in Searchers.”

“No one?”

“No one. Hazard of being a… well, frankly, a shady, barely-legal, and downright deceptive company. I’m glad you never joined, Joey, you’re too good to be part of it.”

Joseph signed, quick and almost angry, “Then why ask me to take the whole company?”

“Because I trust you,” Adeline said. “Because whatever you decide to do with it, it will be good. Change the company to be more legal, or more impactful and positive? Wonderful. Burn it to the ground? Fine!”

“Mother,” Joseph signed, horrified.

Adeline shifted uncomfortably in the airplane seat, reached out her hand, and took Joey’s cheek in her hand.

“Joey,” she said tenderly. “You can say no, and I’ll never ask again. But, darling, I know you could use Searchers well.”

Joseph turned his head into her hand and closed his eyes, throat closing up with emotion.

He ended up telling her that he’d have to think about it. She said Searchers could keep running for a while without her, but he should make his decision before her leg healed.

“Otherwise I’ll just end up taking over again,” she laughed, and Joseph laughed, too, in his own silent way.

As they disembarked, his mother said bluntly: “I need help around the mansion. While my leg heals. Would you be willing to come? I’m sorry, I really don’t want to put responsibility on you, but I’m a wanted woman, and—”

“Give me two weeks,” Joseph signed.

When his heart compels him, he rarely denies it.

The next day, Max Mercury called him. Thad Free! He has a commitment! But he told his mother he would move in with her! Joseph was furious with himself for forgetting. He gave Max a day and a length of time for Thad to visit: nearly a week. It’s a long time. It’s not nearly long enough.

Thad Free stands in the middle of Joe Wilson’s apartment like a polite ghost. He waits, solemn-eyed and wary, as if for Joseph to react to his presence. He looks like he expects Joseph to recoil from him in disgust.

He’s a pale creature, lighter blond than Joseph himself. The light from the picture window makes every hair of his body shimmer like thin strands of gold. In his whitish-blue sweater, he seems out of place among the rich greens and pinks of Joseph Wilson’s apartment. Like a white pigeon.

Thad Free reminds Joseph of Raven, back when she was new with the Teen Titans. When she feared her powers as much as she valued them. Thad Free moves like Raven: light-footed, like he’s trying not to take up any more attention than his existence demands. Tension rides in his shoulders. He watches Joseph like he’s afraid one of them is going to get hurt if he looks away.

Joseph gives Thad a quick tour of the apartment first, trying to coax him to move a little easier. It’s only three rooms, counting the bathroom; the kitchen and living room are one area, and the bedroom is one area. Joseph smiles ruefully as he acknowledges that the apartment is pretty small. Thad smiles back and shrugs.

Joseph signs apologetically, “There’s only one bed, sorry. Can you sleep on a futon?”

Thad looks surprised to be asked.

“That’s fine. I don’t sleep well in beds anyway. Normally I sleep on the floor.”

Joseph widens his eyes. Thad laughs softly.

“It’s more normal than how I used to sleep,” he says.

Joseph cocks his head, curious.

Thad lets his canine teeth show in something like a grin as he says “Suspended upside down in a tank of purple liquid, all chained up in the VR equipment.”

It’s heartbreaking. It’s weird. Joseph balks, torn between the impulse to reach out and the impulse to laugh. Thad grins knowingly at him and sticks his hands in the pockets of his pale-blue sweater. Joseph laughs, and Thad looks pleased with himself.

Joseph takes Thad out to the living room and sits down on the couch. Thad sits on the opposite side of the couch, tucking his feet under him. He seems seconds away from taking flight.

Joey signs, “Let’s set some ground rules.”

“Oh thank God,” the boy blurts out, and then looks away, blushing.

Aww.

Joseph waits until Thad Free looks back. Then he signs, “One rule: look at me while we’re talking.”

“Oh,” Thad says, and Joseph watches the realization hit him: looking away removes Joseph’s ability to communicate. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

Joseph brushes his fingers along his palm twice: “I forgive you.”

Thad nods and settles down a bit, moving his legs so he’s less crouching, more kneeling. He looks more comfortable this way.

Joseph signs, “Don’t break things or make loud noises.”

“I wouldn’t,” Thad protests, offended.

Joseph gives him an apologetic look and shrug.

“I don’t have many rules for you,” he signs. “You’re my guest. I’ll tell you more if I need to.”

“Okay,” Thad says slowly.

“It’s not a test,” Joseph signs. “I just can’t think of any more rules right now.”

“Okay,” Thad says again, steadier.

Joseph signs, “You?”

Thad looks alarmed.

“Me what?”

“Do you have any ground rules?” Joseph asks.

Thad looks confused.

“Things you want me to know?” Joseph prompts. “Things I shouldn’t do or talk about?”

Thad’s body glitches. It’s as if Thad moved while Joseph was blinking, only Joseph didn’t blink. Joseph is just realizing that Thad must have slowed time when the boy says decisively: “Yes.”

Joseph puts his hands in his lap and leans forward, listening.

“Don’t touch me without asking.”

Joseph nods. He knows that one, but it’s always good to hear again.

“And try not to come up behind me with no warning.”

Joseph nods. He lifts his hands and signs, “Coming up behind me is bad for me, too.”

Thad nods back. He takes a deep breath.

“Sometimes I dissociate. Do you know what that is?”

Yes. Yes, Joseph does.

“Don’t touch me while I’m not conscious, please,” Thad says. “And don’t… don’t…”

Thad’s gaze falls to Joseph’s hands.

“Don’t make a big deal out of it?” the boy requests. “It just happens.”

Joseph signs “OK.”

“And don’t talk about clone stuff, please.”

Joseph asks, “What clone stuff?”

He has to fingerspell “clone”; there’s no ASL sign for it. Thad grimaces.

“Don’t talk about Bart. My genetic original. And don’t… I guess just don’t ask me about being a clone. You can ask stuff about my past and I’ll answer. It’s fine. But not about that. Not about him.”

Thad’s voice is husky.

Joseph puts his hand on his heart and inclines his head, giving Thad a sympathetic look. The boy can’t hold eye contact; he looks away out the window, then remembers and looks back at Joseph, flustered.

And then he looks away again. His shoulders hunch.

“Sorry, I just—sorry. I’m not good at this.”

He stops. He looks at Joseph’s hands again.

“Uhh… so, sometimes I get overwhelmed, and I have to go be alone… I’m not trying to be rude, I just… I can’t do it. I’ve rarely ever had to interact with real people before. I’m sorry.”

Joseph signs, “It’s OK. Truly.”

Thad looks down at Joseph’s hands, shamefaced.

“Raven gets overwhelmed too,” Joseph signs. Then he remembers that Thad doesn’t know Raven’s ASL name, so he fingerspells it: “R-A-V-E-N. And Raven is one of my best friends.”

Thad signs “OK.”

Is he going nonverbal? It seems like this got into some heavy territory for him.

“Do you have all the ground rules you want?” Joseph asks. “You can add more later.”

Thad nods. He looks up at Joseph again.

Joseph smiles at him. “If you want to be alone for a while, you can hang out in the bedroom. I thought I’d do some painting this afternoon. I’ll be out here. We can order dinner at seven in the evening. Does that sound all right to you?”

“Yes,” Thad says quietly—but sincerely. “Yes, that sounds good.”

Joseph nods. He gets up, slowly, and stretches, arms up in the air. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Thad hop off the couch with the light grace of a dancer.

“Joseph?” Thad’s voice asks.

Joseph puts his hands down and gives Thad his full attention.

Thad says, “Thank you. For the ground rules.”

Aww. Joseph remembers the way Thad relaxed when Joseph assured him that the moss he stepped on would grow back, and something clicks. Thad was raised in isolation from human contact, and probably punished for every wrong move. He’s terrified of doing something wrong.

“You’re welcome,” Joseph signs. It’s the same sign for “Thank you,” and he hopes Thad takes it both ways.

Thad nods seriously and asks to be excused.

#We are back! :) #and hopefully with a regular update schedule again! #longer notes will be on AO3 #but the gist of them is: #ASL is its own language. please take all English signed dialogue as translated from the ASL and know that it will have inaccuracies. #I don't know ASL #although I am doing my absolute best to portray it accurately and respectfully #and I WELCOME criticism on ASL / signing! #(not on other stuff please XD I'm doing my best and fanfic is a creative/fun outlet for me.) #Anyway enjoy! #The Strange Redemption of Thaddeus Thawne #Thad Thawne #Joseph Wilson #Joey Wilson

[beanghostprincess]

Dragon giving Luffy to Garp with the assumption that he's going to take care of him until he's ready to meet his son (because it's dangerous to have a child while he starts a fucking revolution, thank you very much) and then Garp just- Leaving Luffy on a village where he spends 24/7 alone waiting for the pirate he now considers his role model (because he doesn't have anybody else and Shanks is the only father figure around and he's just that nice) to come back from his adventures, and only being taken care of by Makino who has no responsibility over Luffy but still takes care of him because otherwise the kid would probably die from starvation, and lucky for him she's a sweetheart. And then he loses Uta, his only friend (with no explanation at all), to then carry the guilt of Shanks losing an arm for him and suddenly his legacy as a pirate. And then he's sent to another place with other people he doesn't know, because Garp thought "oh, yes, wonderful idea to leave my grandson with this depressed kid and some bandits" and Luffy luckily befriends Ace and Sabo because they're good people. Luckily. And luckily, Dadan is a good mom and loves them. But then Sabo fucking dies because nobody with authority was protecting these kids (I wonder who could've done that). And now Luffy has to carry both guilt, a legacy, and the biggest abandonment issues I've ever seen after losing his best friend and his brother when they were just children.

And I'm not saying Garp has made horrible decisions but he has made horrible decisions and Dragon should hit his own dad with Sabo's metal pipe.

#idk i just think dragon wouldn't like this #sabo: ah yes garp did *explains everything* #dragon: give me your metal pipe son i am going to beat the shit out of grandpa #i don't think he will but i think he should #i have resentment towards garp i know he's a funny and complex character and he's a good person but i am angry #i think we talk a lot of shit about dragon and shanks for being 'negligent parents' (they aren't btw learn what that means first please) #when garp is right there #one piece #monkey d. luffy #monkey d. dragon #monkey d. garp #red haired shanks #asl brothers #uta #portgas d. ace #revolutionary sabo

[crocodilenjoyer]

he's our little brother. take care of him.

anne carson - antigone / alec benjamin - if we have each other / dan pearce - single dad laughing: the best of year one / kodaline - brother

#dean winchester voice we're gonna fix you up. that's my job right? to look after my pain in the ass little brother. #[guy who's not over marineford voice] yeah i'm sooo over marineford #tried to read the manga for reference. got sad about ace and luffy again. thus the cycle continues #asl brothers #ace #luffy #sabo #riko.txt #one piece #op spoilers #kinda???? it's been out for over a decade. everyone talks about it #btw you have NO IDEA how much it took for me to not include the spn gif i made for this. or the shinazugawa bros scene. you know the one. #anyway. hahaha. heehee. hohohoho. i'm an older brother. i have a younger sister. and. i get it. #she was having a bad time a few months back and i remember telling her i'd do anything for her. i don't think i've ever meant anything more #so. yeah. i get it.

[latelierderiot]

Daisy: purity, innocence, new beginnings, joy, cheerfulness Forget-me-not: remembrance, true love, devotion, royalty Dandelion (lion's teeth): hope, healing, strength, determination resilience, the ability to overcome adversity

♡⊹˚₊ preorders open ₊˚⊹♡

pins and charms and prints 🫶

#one piece #asl brothers #monkey d luffy #portgas d ace #revolutionary sabo #i don't know how to sell myself #so spam is it #sorry #<3

[lewiscarrolatemybrain]

Something something feral jungle-children ASL something something the boys eating all their meals still a little bloody, or even outright raw, when the mood strikes. Something something Ace always complaining that meat on the Moby is overcooked and everyone else always yelling at him -- he's allowed to eat blue steak but every time he tries to steal bites of pork or poultry or sea king or whatever while it's still raw and bleeding he gets physically thrown out of the kitchen.

Something something a bunch of Ace's division getting into a confrontation with the law and a marine gets a lucky shot in, manages to get sea stone cuffs on Ace's wrists, and since he can't punch and he can't use his fire and his men are in danger Ace just lunges and tears the man's throat out with his teeth.

Ace killing three more men that way, lock-jawed and snarling, thrashing like a crocodile and tearing through flesh and tendon until body-warm blood spurts free from arteries.

Ace spitting out a mouthful of trachea. Ace turning to look at his friends with blood splattered all the way up to his forehead and dripping down his chin, his chest. Ace grinning and licking his red, red teeth.

"Everybody okay?" Ace says. And then "Whew! Man, that made me hungry. Anybody got the keys to -- oh, thank you!" And then "Hey, lets get cleaned up and then head back to that barbecue place before we head out. Suddenly I'm really craving pork."

#One Piece #Portgas d ace #fire fist ace #whitebeard pirates #the implication of course is that Luffy would also do this #but tbh I don't think Luffy needs to be cuffed for it #I think Luffy just always assumes biting and tearing are okay in a fight #somebody drew ASL brothers as kids with blood all over their faces #looking like that video of the cheetah(?) cubs dipping their faces in a carcass #and that's what inspired this because yeah #that person was right. They were so right #awful unhinged feral jungle children #also just in case anybody doesn’t know human meat is supposed to taste like pork #feral ace agenda

[savyir-genesizz-the-wizard]

Gordon Daily #19

(yay, I've finished HL2!)

#half-life #half life #hl2 #I've took a lot of liberties in this one....... #but I think it's still readable as that scene in chapter 12 #do you think Breen and Mossman knows ASL? I don't think he does. But let's pretend #but how does he even sign with this tiny geavity gun in his hands? shhhh #gordon freeman #judith mossman #dr breen #also why is this one blue panel empty? shhhhhhhhhhhhh

[bowiebond]

Deaf Billy signing onto Blind Max’s hands and them just giggling because he’s signing dirty jokes into her palms. They start laughing harder when Max signs back, making fun of his boyfriends singing. Billy makes fun of her partners clothes because Lucas and El now exclusively wears stuff that feels nice to the touch instead of things that match and they both look a little silly.

Just Billy and Max bonding even though he can’t hear her voice anymore and she can’t see his grin, so he’ll laugh, raspy and little off because he can’t hear it himself, and she’ll be honest with her expressions, beaming at him so he can see she really does enjoy having him back.

#I hc that Billy could have gone deaf after his death because of the mindflayer ripping itself from his head #and the disconnect ruptured his eardrums and probably left it a little hard to emote properly #so his reactions are a little off or hard to read #but he really does mean well #max & billy <3 #it took him a while to learn ASL but El and Lucas dedicated a lot of their time to teaching him just for Max #so they sort of understand what they're talking about but they don't hold it against them #steve and eddie are still learning so they can't make out a lot #but they practice with each other a bunch #which just leads to them knowing a lot of swear words honestly #Max is pretty much fluent in it because she refused to be unable to talk to her undead brother #steve and eddie also learn a bunch of really cheesy phrases because they love watching Billy get giddy over it #just max and billy being disabled and still being little shits #harringroveson #elumax

[somfte]

[image description: seven images alternating between text from Luke Arnold’s novel, “Dead Man In A Ditch” and captioned screenshots from Black Sails.

First image: “All the things I’d never shared over six long years because I didn’t think I had anyone around me who would bother to listen. 'It’s just...' [...] 'It’s nice to be with someone who actually knows me.'”

Second image: episode 4.09, Silver looks up and to the side at Flint (offscreen) as they speak on the dunes. “It’s just... you know my story. And for some reason, I cannot figure...”

Third image: “We have our long talks and our secrets, years of adventure by each other’s side, [...]”

Fourth image: episode 4.10, Silver gazes reflectively into the middle distance as he talks to Madi (offscreen). “...whose mind I’d in some ways incorporated into my own.”

Fifth image: “Then, he leaned over and tapped a finger on my temple. ‘This mess, in here, is all you.’ He tapped his own head. ‘And this whirlwind of madness is all me. [...]’“

Sixth image: episode 3.01, Flint looks intently at Silver as he says, “But in my head, you are not welcome.”

Seventh image: “’[...] I will never get inside your head and you will never really know what is happening in mine. That is our curse, boy. Each and every one of us.’ [...] ‘We are all alone.’“

/end description]

#asl;dkfjsal;kj #i don't know this came to me while i was driving #black sails #the fetch phillips archives #dead man in a ditch spoilers #they?? are so mixed up together?? #help

[sysig]

Okay but what if (Patreon)

#Doodles #TSP #Stanley #Me while reading: Now don't make a papercraft okay? Don't make a papercraft don't make a papercraft don't make a- #Predictably lol #It's the kind of structure that invites speculation! Who would you choose and what would their name be and how would they adapt #And The Stanley Parable wasn't even out at the time!! FJkldsafdf #Me when anything: I want to #Stanley would be so fun to play as ♪ Small but close-knit cast and since it's an institute it should have accommodations for his mutism #And he's no stranger to painful and confusing situations haha #You can see my indecision on which sign language Stanley knows haha #He never speaks so we don't know what accent Stanley would have but we know the Narrator is British! So #But I also don't know any British Sign Language and I know it's different than ASL òuò; #Granted my knowledge of ASL is far far far from fluent but I do know some at least so if /I/ was the one playing as him- #Anyway moot point since languages are directly translated anyway :P Though I wonder about sign language #I assume there were some nonverbal patients I just haven't seen any myself :0 #I have also made a Narrator card to match Stanley 😔 #Actually - hehe - I had a lot of fun picking their ''real'' names ♪ #The Narrator's was pretty easy honestly I knew I had to give him the first name Kevan and then I wanted to keep his last initial #So I went with ''Baker'' since it's a common name :) Very cute! #And then for Stanley since I headcanon him as being Greek/Latino - heavier on the Greek side - I gave him a Greek name! #Again same first initial - couple letters even for that ''St-'' sound :) - and scanned through some Greek last names #And liked the sound of Psomas with Stefano - but ♪ You'll never guess ♫ #It's a similarly common name for a reason - ''Psomas'' translates to ''bread maker'' #Kevan and Stefano Baker they're husbands fr your honour #Hghhghh I just think it's so cute!! And I didn't do it on purpose it was just a happy accident!! I love them <3

[meganechan05]

EXCUSE??? (ﾟ∀ﾟ )

RITA KANISKA, YOU SLY KING (///∇///)

#don't be teasing us like this Toei! #we know how Rita gets the ladies but KABEDON??? #TO ONE OF THE GIRLIES WE SHIP THEM WITH??? #like i know the context is basically Rita asling Morfonia to pilot one of the Shugods but KABEDON??? #EVEN MORF IS SHOOK #dont be playing with us Toei #dont play with us bc this is just fanning the ship flames! #ESPECIALLY SINCE IT'S IN THEIR OFFICE AND NOT SOME RANDOM GOKKAN HALLWAY #i need Sunday to come NOW #FCKKKKKKKK #kingohger #king ohger #ohsama sentai kingohger #rita kaniska #rita kanisuka #morfonia #ritamorf #ritamoru

[silvercaptain24]

I might actually cry

#have to turnt his transcript in tomorrow #can't stop procrastinating it's already 9 and i have more hw to do #all asl of course #i just wanna cry #I'm having a hard time with so many of the sentences cause I don't know the signs

[nerd-with-a-cause]

Theology and linguistics question for religious people who use American Sign Language: when you address God (or a god) in the second person, which direction do you point?

#my jewish instinct would be to point in a circle then up and down like shaking a lulav #but i don't know! #american sign language #theology #religion #asl

[beanghostprincess]

You're invited to see these pics I made while watching their arc but never posted them anywhere. They mean the world to me.

#sobbing and crying bc i found these earlier today #gotta say luffy is 'don't stop me now' too but only on his own. when he's with asl he's lover boy idk how to explain it better #not in a romantic way i mean it in a soft energy way with the sibs you know what i mean i don't need to go into details #the other songs are pretty obvious tho #they make me go emotional #one piece #portgas d. ace #revolutionary sabo #monkey d. luffy #asl brothers

[ghostsinthecellar]

I don't want to showerrrrr

I want to magically have showered without having to go through all of the effort

#charlie babbles #'what effort?' you may find yourself asling. well #I have to febreze my mattress and make my bed #I have to find clothes and towels #I have to empty the bathroom which has many a thing and find and bring in the portable heater #I have to brush my hair then wash my hairbrush because my hair is greasy #then there's the actual showering itself and the mental toll of knowing the water from my shower WILL come up in the basement #which is why I don't shower much and why it becomes a fucking. ordeal every time

[gothhabiba]

[ID: A poll asking "In how many languages can you count to ten?" Answer choices are Zero (I am not judging, but I am Concerned) at 1%, 1 at 4.9%, 2 at 24.2%, 3 at 33.7%, 4 (You go, Glen Coco!) at 20.3%, 5 at 9.4%, 6 at 3.7%, 7 at 1.3%, and 8 at 0.7%, after which the polls cuts off. A reply from someone whose url is cropped out reads "just so everyone knows, if you can count to ten on your fingers, you can count in two languages uwu <3 asl is a language." end ID]

I'm going to lose my mind

#asl is a language <3 and I will show it respect by just assuming that I know it even tho I clearly don't <3

[mars-ipan]

let’s be honest it was only a matter of time before i babygirlified an old man

closeups and (many) design notes under the cut :)

ok design notes time (these r mainly for the narrator bc. well. stanley has an actual physical appearance):

- while thinking of how to design the narrator i got the idea that he took one of the models in the audience for the ending where stanley gives a speech and edited it to make his “human” form

- because of this i wanted to include a bunch of little things that he “got wrong” during the process of mimicking a human. most of them get ironed out when stanley points out how weird they are but some of them stay

- to name a couple, his teeth are all flat- no canines or molars. also his little headset + glasses have nothing that actually attach them to his head. they just Are There. not to mention his interesting fashion sense of tie + turtleneck + blazer (he defends this choice no matter how much stanley laughs at him). he’s just weird enough to be slightly uncanny- it’s an imitation, not the real thing

- since i’m indecisive as hell he’s a bit of a shapeshifter. he actually doesn’t use his physical model in-game a lot and tends to just show up in things. shadows, reflective surfaces, screens, etc. even more often than that he’s just his voice

- bc he plays the guitar in the out of bounds ending i am now convinced that he can play many instruments. that little piano in the memory zone before the first review? yeah he’s there playing that in-game he’s just not visible to you

- designing his hair was SO DIFFICULT i literally went searching thru the tag for inspo and i liked so many different things. after a struggle (you can see a slicked-back attempt in the shadow idea doodle) i eventually decided on the style shown in his main drawing. every time i draw it i fight so hard to make it distinct from miles edgeworth. to make this easier the cowlicks aren’t too pronounced and the larger bang is more of a fringe. it still sometimes looks like miles edgeworth whoops

- some of my favorite fanon design things are the Line™ tie the square glasses and the little gay ass highlight so i knew i had to include them. those were my only definite choices going into this

- once again bc i’m indecisive the narrator can scale his model up or down as he pleases. he prefers to be bigger than stanley but stanley complains that it “makes his proportions weird” because he’s “short-coded” so sometimes he goes to a more human size.

- the narrator being stout just makes sense to me it’s correct in my soul (i actually think i drew him too skinny in most of these. i just didn’t wanna redraw shit bc i am tired but if/when i draw him again he will be less skinny)

- i wanted to work with shape language a lot because the narrator’s whole character is a voice- i wanted to make sure i captured the vibe of some stuffy old writer who has an undeniable silly streak. so he is squares and circles (his tie is the only triangle save for maybe the hair)

- for similar reasons stanley is squares and triangles. felt right

- speaking of stanley his soul patch is a goatee now bc i hate soul patches with a boiling passion. so now it’s a goatee

- i also gave him a little beauty mark by his right eye. i don’t know why i just knew in my heart that it was correct

- stanley uses asl and not bsl because i want to learn asl sososososo bad and this just might be the thing to get me to actually do it. he can project his thoughts to the narrator but he doesn’t like it so he almost always signs

#martzipan #the stanley parable #should i tag stannarrator. i probably should #stannarrator #fun fact this file is saved in my art folder as 'old man yaoi.png' #oh also i'm not fully decided on the colors i chose so these r more indicative of value than hue #ANYWAYS. hyperfixation go brrrrrrrrrr #i've drawn so many things for the first time in this. asl. a chin grab (it was so difficult to pose that btw i still wanna fix it). wrinkles #tbh still don't fully know how wrinkles work but i think i got it. #besides it would not be a human narrator design to me if it didn't have wrinkles #anywho. what if you and the narrative doomed... each other? #this was inevitable i am a sucker for mutually assured destruction #i deffo have fav doodles in here btw. those being the tbh the catboys and 'you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid' #what are they if not silly