#I remember transcribing this

[jencsi]

CSI "Girls Gone Wilder" with commentary by Jorja Fox, Elisabeth Harnois and Elisabeth Shue. pt 1/?

#csi crime scene investigation #csi cbs #girls gone wilder #season 15 #elisabeth shue #jorja fox #elisabeth harnois #I remember transcribing this #and it was so hard #now lets make gifs #because of course I had to make it tougher for myself #CSI commentary #the drinking of the fake mimosas over and over giving them a sugar high is my favorite thing #would have loved to see them hype like that

[agni-ashes]

i’m. im going insane over this.

transcript under the cut!

martyn: "i talk about my fears to- so that i can face them! well, get rid of them at least"

jimmy: "you're gonna have to face it now! *laughs*

martyn: "well i'll tell you now, what i'll do, is once your build exceeds this build by one block in terms of height, i will come and slaughter you and push you down to third life and then, we'll just stop proceedings"

jimmy: "we're on- we're on new life. i don't- that was two years ago, martyn! get over it, it was two years ago! third life was two years ago!"

martyn: "... third life never ended for me."

#martyn inthelittlewood #jimmy solidarity #nlsmp #third life #GOD #THE. THE ANGST POTENTIAL OF THIS #the two of them... being the only ones who seem to remember... #listeners #maybe because of that? #and OHHHHH i cant #he misses his king #and now that his origin gives him an affinity for ice and snow and wintery things #he misses his king all the more #agni transcribes

[kicktwine]

summore splats

#my art #splatoon #splatoon octo expansion #squids is animals.... octopus is animal #hokay here we go transcribing all the octarian #Where am I? What happened? Who are you? What’s happening? #I need to get out of here. Let me out. Let me out! #Something’s wrong. #Somebody help! #I’m sorry #I don’t want to die here #Did I fail? I can’t remember. #I think I can hear something. Is that music? I can’t hear it. #I want to go home. #Where are we going? #I want to see the sun. It looks so bright in the pictures. #Seek and destroy. #Target locked. Shoot! Kill it! Now! #Find and subdue. Retrieve her. #Destroy. #WOKAY!!! preemptive #agent 3 #for anyone who reads this far the octoling is mine and her name is Yaong-gi #and. I love her :] #that is also my splashtag so if u come across me feel free to say hi!

[royalarchivist]

Fit: If my child was gay, I would love and accept them, if my child was trans, I would love and accept them.

But if I find out that my child browsed Reddit or owned a Reddit account?

They would not be my child anymore.

#FitMC #Fit #QSMP #I can't event remember what day this was LMAO I have so many clips I need to eventually post and transcribe #This one's a classic though

[a-cat-in-toffee]

#homestuck #karkat vantas #dave strider #john egbert #june egbert #gender ambigious jegg #silly #I don't remember half of what I wrote #if anyone would like me to transcribe I can. try? #cherrypepsicola #johndavekat #junedavekat #what order do their names go in

[dragon-tidbits]

Mild CW Drugs-

Had an edible and had QUITE the experience today... a fraction of which felt like what Ford might've gone through with repeated Bill possessions since the betrayal.

Losing track of time while actively trying to firmly grasp it.

Seeing multiple timelines being lived out and wondering which is the real one.

Wondering if you spoke or just thought really loud.

To forget the edges of your own body, only knowing you have skin when in pain.

Wondering if someone is watching you while you aren't looking.

You better hold onto something or you'll float away.

A morsel of infinite brilliance and the giggling madness that comes with it.

Fukkin CRAZY EYES and jitters.

What a day

#Mind you I had a GREAT time and felt like a GENIUS with ideas for my fic #Lets hope I can remember and implement them well #I had my boyfriend transcribe what he could cuz again I felt BIG BRAIN #once that gummy hit it was 0 to 60 in seconds #Gravity Falls #Stanford Pines #Be responsible folks

[bumblekastclips]

KYLE CROUSE: ChaosSonic 1 has a question. "What would Silver's favorite food be?"

IAN FLYNN: [sighs] I don't know, 'cause, y'know, he grew up in the dystopian future. Anything edible would be nice. KYLE: Is this a spoiler for the cookbook? IAN: [chuckling] No, no, no. KYLE: Okay. IAN: But... I imagine once he comes back to the present day and there's just so much abundant food, he'd be spoiled for choice, and would probably go a little nuts there for a little bit. Just sampling everything, and I think he'd come away with, y'know, a little overstimulated. He can't handle that kind of rich nourishment, all that salt and sugar and kinda just settles down for, just... somethin' nice. Something basic. Something comforting and filling, and y'know, just... wholesome and good, and... I dunno, mac and cheese. KYLE: [chuckles] Something kind of bland that reminds him of home! IAN: [laughs]

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TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: Please remember that nothing that is said on BumbleKast is canon! It's just some guys and their opinions occasionally spitballing ideas. If you don't like an answer, you don't have to take it as Word of God or anything like that. It's all just for fun! ----- Do you want a specific question transcribed and posted? Send the question, the episode date, and time stamp to my ask box! Or if you just want questions about a certain character, send me their name and I will see what I can do!

#idw sonic #idw silver #silver the hedgehog #bumblekast #ian flynn #sonic the hedgehog #archie sonic #Okay I lied a little bit about taking the day off to rest. I remembered this question that backs up one of my headcanons #and had to transcribe and post it immediately. Silver would be a Mac and Cheese Enjoyer!!! #Youtube

[beaft]

had the same feeling once i realized ppl literally meant they're seeing images in their heads. pretty crazy how different we could all think and not realize. hearing is the only sense i can imagine so the way you and I process information must be completely different in shape and there was a high chance we would never realize

the fact that in all of human history no two people have ever had the same experience of the universe just makes me go crazy if i think about it too long. your consciousness is a completely different shape from my consciousness! i will never know how you see red and you will never know how i see it! fuck!

#i remember asking my friend once how he achieved that kind of naturalistic conversational tone in his writing #and he told me he just wrote down the words that were in his head #like ?? you can DO that??? #the idea that for some people the words are already there pre-formed and they can transcribe them as they're happening is. insane to me. #i think purely in images and sensations and abstract ideas #whenever i speak or write it's like i'm translating from one medium to another

[gatheringbones]

nick walker, this is autism, from neuroqueer heresies: notes on the neurodiversity paradigm, autistic empowerment, and postnormal possibilities, 2021

#nick walker #brainspace #trans literature #transcribe later #remember when I read this on the bus and just started saying uh oh

[sentientsky]

“Do you really think this is a good idea?” Nina asked. “The poor guy probably just wants his space.” 

The other woman turned to look at her from up on the staircase. Maggie pushed a lock of blonde hair back behind her ear. “I mean,” she began, one foot positioned on the next step up. “We already have this.” She raised a travel cup of espresso in the air. “And after all, I think he could use some cheering up. It’s been like two months, right?” 

Maggie sighed resignedly and followed her up the stairs. “Okay, if you say so…”

They walked for a couple moments before coming to a stop in front of an apartment. All the other doors on the floor were painted a pleasant blue, she noted. This one, however, was a deep, rich black. Of course. 

From underneath the door, the women could hear music, something familiar and with a steady beat. Maggie raised her hand and knocked. 

Still, the music played on. And still no one answered the door. 

“He’s obviously busy, Mags,” Nina muttered. It didn’t escape her notice that the other woman flushed pale pink at the sound of the nickname. Nina’s heart spasmed a bit in response, and she had to force herself to focus. 

“I just—let me try once more, and then—” Maggie knocked again. 

A beat. 

Nina was ready to ask if they could leave when the lock on the door clicked open of its own accord. Well, alrighty then. They exchanged a look, and then Nina pushed open the door. 

Immediately, the onslaught of angsty pop music poured through the threshold. Kelly Clarkson’s “Since U Been Gone,” Nina noted. She herself had played the same song more than once as a young adult, often in the throes of a breakup. 

The apartment itself was in complete disarray; papers and knickknacks strewn everywhere. Plants drooped sadly on the edges of the room. In the corner, a pile of CDs had been toppled over. Eccles cakes and half-chewed scones littered the floor. 

There, in the middle of the living room (which certainly looked lived in, Nina noted), Crowley was sat on the floor, legs all akimbo and arms thrown across the seat of a rather uncomfortable looking sofa. 

Maggie stiffened at the sight of him, holding the coffee cup between both hands now. The poor demon was dressed in boxer shorts and an ancient Queen t-shirt. His hair was bedraggled, brushing against his shoulders in loose scarlet waves. Juxtaposed to the devilishly cool “burnt out middle-aged rockstar” persona he embodied most  of the time, this new appearance came across as particularly disheveled. 

Nina hesitated, then took a step forward. The music still thrummed in her ears. “Crowley?” she asked, injecting as much kindness as she could into one little word. 

Head lolling, the demon looked up at the two women before him. For once, he wasn’t wearing his characteristic glasses. Maggie made a little sound of surprise at the sight of the demon’s golden snake eyes. They were a rich yellow—the same colour as Mr. Fell’s walls, Nina silently noted. It seemed Crowley hadn’t slept in a century, (did demons even need to sleep?) his undereyes tinged a pale purple. 

“Crowley?” Nina called out again. Maggie moved to stand beside her, leaning down closer to the demon’s level. 

Without warning, Crowley’s eyes began to flood with tears and he crumpled into himself. Oh. Oh no. They’d made it worse, they’d certainly made it worse. Nina had said that coming here was a bad idea. 

“That’s what Aziraphale used to call me!” he keened. His boxer shorts had ‘XO Gossip Girl’ emblazoned down the side. 

“I mean, that’s your na—” Nina began, but then reconsidered and dropped into a crouch to pat the demon’s shoulder, voice hushed and soothing. “There, there. I know. It’s going to be alright.” 

Maggie crouched beside her, and tried to offer Crowley the drink in her hand. He looked up for a moment, and there was a moment of recognition, his eyes scanning the takeaway cup. And then he burst into fresh tears once again. 

“That’s what I ordered the last—” he made a little hiccuping sound. “Ordered the last time he and I went to your café,” he wailed. The poor thing was inconsolable; Nina’s heart ached for him. In between ragged sobs, Crowley  extended his arm under the couch. There, it seemed, he had found a slightly droopy crepe that was…just shoved under the sofa. No plate, no nothing. Just crepe to floor. What the fuck. Don’t eat it, please don’t eat it, Nina chanted in her head. 

He ate it, of course, still crying. 

Kelly Clarkson finished singing, and the track switched. Now, a more upbeat tune rose through the apartment. 

It’s Britney, bitch. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen you eat anything—” Maggie began, reaching down to pick up a crumpled twinkie wrapper from the floor. And then, without warning, Crowley brought a napkin to his mouth and spat out a congealed mass of saliva and half-chewed dough. He sniffed pathetically and bundled it into a tight ball in his hand before tossing it somewhere across the room.

“Oh…” Maggie murmured, placing the wrapper back where she had found it. “Oh no.” 

Crowley looked up at the two of them with ragged eyes, glinting pale gold in the dim light of his flat. “Don’t even like the taste. But he likes ‘em, so…Who else is gonna eat’em, anyway? While he’s gone, you know? ‘S up to me” He sniffed again, wiping his nose with his sleeve. 

“Are you—” Maggie began, and her worried eyes flickered to Nina. “Are you drunk, Crow—Anthony? Have you been drinking?”

“And wha makes you think that?” he muttered. Nina cast her eyes around the room. Wine bottles littered the floor. The counters. One sat on the pedestal of a statue of an angel and a demon…were they supposed to be fighting, or…?? 

When she turned back to face him, he was drinking out of a curly straw. His cup read ‘MAMA NEEDS SOME WINE’. She sighed, and reached to ease it out of his hand. He pulled it out of her reach immediately, a disgruntled look clear across his face.

“Nooo, Az—Azira—a stupid angel gave this to me,” he all but hissed. “‘S vintage. 2004.”

The track changed again. Something slower, with a steady piano backing. 

My lover’s got humour.

She’s the giggle at a funeral…

At this, tears began to form afresh in the corners of the demon’s eyes. Nina stood up, looking for the source of the music. She’d had her fair share of sad music wallowing, but this was becoming unhealthy, surely. Over in the corner, a fairly recent sound system stood sentinel. She pressed ‘pause’ and ejected the disk. “What’s with this music?” she called across the room. 

In sloping handwriting, the CD read ‘bad bitches cry perpendicular to the floor’. Oookay then. 

“‘S a playlist I made. But everything I play in that godforsaken thing,” he motioned to the stereo system, “eventually turns into music by this one Irish fellow.” 

Nina wrinkled her brow in confusion. 

“Jus’ like the Bentley. But more straightforward, I suppose.” He took another sip from his drink, and the two women watched on as dark red liquid carried up through the loops of the straw.

“This isn’t healthy,” Maggie began. “I know it’s hard, and it’s okay to be sad. But we can try baby steps, right? D’you fancy coming down to the café with us? Maybe sit and talk for a bit? Get some natural light?” 

Crowley scrunched his nose and spat a piece of red hair out of his mouth. “M’ fine, really. Never been better. More independent, less—” he waved his free hand around vaguely, “mmgh…yeah, I got nothin’” He toasted them with his ridiculous white suburban mom cup. 

“You’re crying right now. And how long have you been wearing that shirt?” Nina asked. The thing looked lived in. By a family of possums. 

He looked down, squinting at wine stains that speckled the collar. “This is my best shirt.” He looked back up at them. “And ‘m fiiiine.” He reached one gangly arm across the length of the sofa and pulled out a pair of circular sunglasses. Putting them on, he peered up at Nina and Maggie. “See? Can’t even see the tears.” He smiled, but it looked more like a grimace. 

“Oh, hon. That’s not…” Maggie began.

“I don’t think that’s how that works,” Nina murmured. “Do you…” she looked around the room. Was that one of Mr. Fell’s sweaters hung over a chair? What had happened in that fucking bookshop? “Do you want to talk about it?” she finished. 

Three hours later, Nina realized her assistant’s shift was nearly finished. From what she understood, Mr. Fell had left (his husband? Boyfriend? Wife? Immortal life partner?) Crowley for a business promotion somewhere far away. Crowley, for his part, was perched on the edge of the couch, wrapped up in the angel’s sweater. He sniffled, and pressed on: 

“...And then it was 1967 and I was in my Beatles phase of course, because who wasn’t, honestly. And the bastard shows up in my car out of nowhere with a thermos. So I’m freaking out a little bit—in a very cool, suave kind of way, of course—cause this is one of the first times we’ve seen each other since the magic show,” he turned, looking between Maggie and Nina. “I told you about the magic show, yes?”

“Yes, you did,” Maggie muttered. 

“Several times. The one where he told you to shoot him in the face,” Nina interjected.

“Well,” he waved his hand around. “I didn’t actually shoot him. Scared the fuck outta me, but—oh, I still have the photograph, you wanna see?” He moved to stand up then. 

Maggie motioned for him to sit back down. “That’s alright. We’ll see it later—”

And he was off again, “So anyway it was 1967 and he’s in my car and he’s got a thermos and I’m all like ‘Are we gonna drink soup together? Is that tea? Cocoa?’ but noooo, he gives it to me and it’s fucking holy water. And he tells me he doesn’t want me risking myself. And—” his voice grew louder, more emphatic, “And he says ‘don’t go unscrewing the cap’. And by this point my stomach’s all in wobbly-wibbly fluttery knots and ‘m asking myself ‘what the bloody hell are we’ and I hate it ‘cause I’m a demon, right? And angels aren’t supposed to make you feel all—” he made a ‘pbttt’ sound and mimed a butterfly with his hands. Nina and Maggie exchanged a look. “Yeah. And then he says we should go on a picnic someday. Or to the Ritz or something. I’m losing my mind at this point, because is he asking me on a date? ‘M I out of my gourd? So, like any normal, reasonable person, I say I’ll drive him wherever he wants because then that means more time together which means more time to figure out this fluttery feeling or whatever. And guess what he says.” He looked at the two women seated on chairs in front of him.  “Go on, guess.” 

Maggie shrugged. “Sorry, no idea.” Nina shook her head.

“He says,” he leant forward on the couch. “He says ‘You go too fast for me, Crowley.” The poor demon let out an anguished groan and his head fell into his hands. Maggie reached forward to pat him on the shoulder. 

[It went on like this for some time. They eventually got him to go to the park where he inadvertently began a duck cult; that is, a cult whose members consisted solely of ducks. Not a cult of humans dedicated to worshipping ducks. That would be stupid.]

this silly little crack fic is brought to you by me and my good omens brainrot (neil im in your walls). if u want to read my more serious stuff, you can find me furiously scribbling away in this corner of the internet: x

(side note: this particular story was inspired by a hilarious post from @miss-americanbi)

#i wrote this pretty quickly so its not gonna be great but whatver #i finally remembered to take my adhd meds + instead of doing my work im doing this. i love having hyperfixations sm (<<< lies lies lies) #im love nina shes so pretty and cool #full disclosure this is not to glamourize or make light of depression #this is literally just me transcribing the aftermath of my own messy queer breakup #i also dyed my hair w/ horrible box dye :) that was like 2 yrs ago and it STILL hasnt faded. demipermanent my ass #i was a fucking mess for like a year :) #good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #aziracrow #ineffable lovers #aziraphale #crowley #go2 #ineffable wives #azicrow #maggie good omens #nina good omens #crack fic #ao3 good omens #ao3 author #good omens crack #good omens fanfic #neil gaiman #david tennant #michael sheen #gay #queer #gomens

[aurriearts]

hypothetical argos osariya style met gala look HEAVILY inspired by various sri lankan cultural dress (mostly kandyan, since it's the most iconic) + mixed and matched some of the gendered stuff! :3

#my art #sidestep #concept art #fallen hero #fhr #didn't remember to use the other brushes this time but nvm! just a concept piece #undescribed #for the moment. once i figure out how to transcribe all the annotations I'll add it #oc: suranga fernando #aurrie's art #you can see on the right the original dress ideas i did back in oct i scrapped

[spacerockband]

a few years ago i adapted one of my favorite poems into a comic. this is a poem about a zebra, untitled by David Ignatow

#poetry #comic #comics #i haven’t been able to draw a lot recently peace and love. but i am finding things i never shared so that’s fun! #zebra #i will try to remember to transcribe the words later #it’s a big piece so it’s easier to read in person

[agni-ashes]

my god, he just can’t STOP can he (affectionate)

transcript under the cut!

martyn: "what is that?"

jimmy: "who's this little fella?"

martyn: "... i think that's my memory."

[hesitant laughter]

martyn: "oh dear, there goes my memory, floating away again into the abyss."

jimmy: "and then he floated away"

martyn: "i remember a time when i was playing third life and-”

jimmy (interrupting): "nah- no"

martyn: "ehm, look at me now..."

jimmy: "stop this! stop talking about third life!"

#agni watches #nlsmp #jimmy solidarity #martyn inthelittlewood #listeners #THEY REMEMBER #and they don't particularly want to #if we take those creatures being memories as lore #martyn going out of his way to kill them (and therefore destroy the memories)... oh man #AUGH #i feel like we could relate these memories to #evo smp #and their life there and before it and after it #like. oh my god #you know #new life smp #it's not a safe haven from their past #in fact they actually have to see their memories floating around them instead #and there's nothing they can do to escape their traumatic memories #agni transcribes

[cute-pluto]

(Jaiden and Bagz conversation in Dapper and Pomme's house at Bagz')

J: Everybody else could just be just being manipulated- I mean like I'm probably being manipulated, I'm fully aware that I'm being manipulated-

B: *laughs* Yeah...

J: -But if I'm being manipulated someones got to manipulate me harder to get away from it.

B: Oh, thats the condition? *laughs* I dont think I'm going to be of help I think.

J: No I'm a very malleable person I will say.

---

J: All I know is who's been nice to me. And it's Foolish Cucurucho and you.

-jaiden 4:57:12, 10/07/2023

#going back to transcribe it its a lot goofier than i remembered #cutepluto screams #qsmp jaiden

[martyrbat]

“Would you simply play with me in our little potbound Eden?” | pamela isley — batman #400

[ID: four photos of Pamela Isley. She's in front of a solid pale purple background in all photos. In the first photo, she's bent at the waist and smiling as she peers down at a large green, potted bromeliad. In the second photo, she has her eyes closed and is blowing into a thin dart-gun that's held between her fingers. In the third photo, she's in the rightmost side of the panel and is looking over her shoulder with a tantalizing smirk. In the fourth photo, she's grinning menacingly down at a yellow flower that she cradles in her hand. END ID]

#hiiii pam.... <333 #need these redrawn but where shes plus size.... esp the 3rd photo..... please and thank you #reading comics is great until you are forced to remember how they draw the same thin pale design for every single woman in existence #same face syndrome too but that goes for the men as well (and their black hair and blue eyes) #anyways.... hiiii pam.... <33 #also u can always tell when im procrastinating smthn (transcribing or real life shit) by me doing really basic edits of panels suddenlt #today's case. writers block and my brain has mold on it and is being rly mean.. also a transcribe of that comic i mentioned yesterday.... #c: batman | i: 400 #crypt's panels #posts from the crypt #pamela isley #poison ivy

[aphel1on]

the most autistic thing i've done in the past year is when i typed out a transcript of the text from the entire main storyline in Pokemon Legends: Arceus into a wordpad document, complete with basic image descriptions, and then i didn't even write the fanfic which was supposedly the reason i started that whole project in the first place

#pokemon legends arceus #pla #pokemon #aphelion.txt #actuallyautistic #actually autistic #67k words. if you were wondering #i didn't replay it myself but rather watched someone's playthrough on youtube and paused each time to copy out the text #i was able to find raw text dumps of the game on the internet but they were all out of order so i decided to make my own transcript #to base the plot of my fanfic off of but then i only ever wrote 1 chapter of the fanfic #probably i should upload the transcript to gamefaqs or something in case any other person in the world might potentially want it #actually this is a time-honored tradition for me #for some reason around the time period of 2nd-4th grade #i would do similar things when i got really bored #like copying out a couple of chapters of my favorite book into one of my notebooks by hand #actually this wasnt even the first time i tried to transcribe a pokemon game #i vividly remember attempting to do the same to pokemon pearl and pokemon ranger when i was like 9 #didn't get very far on those tho #Still not sure why i enjoy(ed) doing this. but. it's soothing ? #might have to redo my resume from scratch btw :/// im not finding it in any of the places where i usually keep documents #the search for it being the reason why. i stumbled on the pla transcript which i managed to forget existed. and made this post