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stunkers · 9 days
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Finally made new refs for them lel
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scruffiandraws · 29 days
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Stop Dave.
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glazeliights · 8 months
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I am sooo soso normal about them. blinks innocently at you
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danothan · 4 months
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“i don’t know why i’m being given a second chance. i don’t deserve it.” / “i don’t know why i’m back. i’m not supposed to be.”
“stop looking for reasons to convince yourself out of your blessings. what matters is that you have them.”
okay so this is the same exact conversation.
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carp3tpasta · 1 year
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HAL💮💮
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I love him so much 🥺
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404-art-found · 1 year
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Titled "V1 sings Daisy Bell"
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stuckasmain · 6 months
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Yes the use of daisy bell is a reference to the first song ever sang by a computer, but consider… Hal only knows very old songs. I mean 1890s-1930s.
Have you considered Let me call you sweetheart? Equally pining and sweet but it’s also been used and labeled as “creepy” in the modern age.
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navybrat817 · 2 years
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Whip
Pairing: Motocross!Hal Carter x Female Reader Summary: Hal is smitten when he spots you at the tracks. Word Count: Almost 800 Warnings: Fluff, a touch of flirting, reader is a tad shy, motocross!Hal Carter (he's a warning, okay?) A/N: Meet Cowboy and Belle! July has been a terrible month for me writing wise, but this is still something. Set in the world of Starting Gate, Lapper and Downshift, we'll see them again. Thanks to @book-dragon-13 for looking this over and helping with the nickname, but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by @firefly-graphics and banners by @maysdigitalarts. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world! ❤️
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Hal Carter always wanted to make something of himself.
WIth his sunglistened skin, natural charm, and blue eyes that sparkled almost as bright as his smile, a few thought he should’ve been a model.
Most people in his town wrote him off as a lost cause because his dad was a bum. His own mom didn’t even believe he’d accomplish anything.
Maybe that was why he stole that dirt bike years ago.
There was no place in the world for a guy like him, so why not prove them right?
He didn’t expect to fall in love with riding or revel in the rush of adrenaline.
When he was on his bike, he didn’t feel judged. It was freedom.
But being free didn’t pay the bills, not to mention dirt bikes on public roads were illegal. 
He paid his dues and did what he could to become a racer. 
Odds and ends jobs helped him save up for equipment. He even managed to save up enough for a Motocross School a few towns over.
When he wasn’t working, he practiced on dirt roads and tracks.
Hal didn’t want to just be good. He wanted to make his mark.
What better way to stand out than to give the crowd something to make them look?
Freestyle tricks were his trademark and the thing that put him on the map. Nac-Nac, Kiss of Death, Tsunami, anything to draw a gasp from the crowd.
His Southern background and light showboating earned him the nickname Cowboy.
Some of the other riders liked to sing, “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy” whenever the pit lizards hovered around him and teased it was a shame he had to cover up his handsome face.
The attention was nice, but he knew those girls didn’t care about him. He wanted someone interested in more than a thrill.
The day he met you, you weren’t paying any attention to him. 
He hadn't seen you before. No, he would've remembered you.
You stood apart from the crowd as you packed up your camera, doing your best not to draw attention to yourself. You even lowered your head when Maddox looked your way.
He had to know your name.
Before he could stop himself, he weaved through the sea of people until he stood in front of you. Part of it was to keep Maddox from bothering you, but the other was to selfishly see you up close.
He was screwed the moment you lifted your gaze and looked into his eyes, his heart doing a funny summersault when you adjusted your bag on your shoulder and curled in slightly on yourself. 
“Hi. I’m Hal Carter,” he smiled, wiping his hand on his pants before he offered it to you. "Haven't seen you around the tracks."
“Hi,” you said softly, giving him your hand after a second. It was so soft. "First time here. Just took a few photos," you cleared your throat as you glanced away and pulled your hand back.
Hal was about to ask if you were okay before he remembered he remembered he was shirtless. "Oh, sorry. I usually put another shirt on before I mingle," he teased, gesturing to his abs. 
Another one of his trademarks was throwing his shirt into the crowd once he was done. He hoped you weren't uncomfortable.
"Yo, Hal! She gonna save a horse and ride a cowboy?" Maddox yelled his way as you stiffened.
"Fuck off, Maddox," one of the other guys snapped. 
Why? Why now? If you weren't uncomfortable before…
“I’m sorry. I have to go,” you said quickly.
“Wait,” Hal begged, careful not to invade your space as you took a step back. "You said you took some photos, right?"
You nodded, gripping the strap of your bag as a few people moved closer. He wanted nothing more than to put his arm around you and draw you away from everyone. 
"I'd love to see some of the shots from today if that's okay? No hard feelings if you don't wanna."
"Okay," you smiled bashfully as you dug a card out for him. "I hope they turn out well. Your tricks were great."
Why does that sweet look make me want to ruin and take care of you?
"Thanks. I'm sure they will," he grinned, glancing at the card as he brushed his thumb along your printed name. "Nice meeting you, Belle."
"T-That's not my name."
"Should be. You're the most beautiful girl here."
You shook your head a little when his grin widened. "Bye, Hal."
He wondered if the line was cheesy, but the shy smile he caught before you walked away gave him hope. 
Looking at the card, he couldn't wait to see you again. 
He just hoped he made a lasting impression. 
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Excited to share more of our motocross boys when I can. Love and thanks! ❤️
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harpoonsnotspoons · 30 days
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Ermmm. Here's a daisy. Do you accept?
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justaboutdead · 3 months
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House of Leaves, 2001, and Daisy Bell (and why its not creepy)
(Fairly minor) Spoilers for House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski and 2001: a Space Odyssey by Stanley Kubrick
About 500 pages into House of Leaves, Will Navidson begins falling. Alone in the twisting labyrinthine corridors of the House, he is alone, out of supplies, by all metrics thoroughly and definitively defeated. The floor suddenly disappears beneath him and he begins to fall. And there it is, vertically stark against the white page, as many lines are in this section, falling just as he is.
“Daisy. Daisy. Daisy. Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do. I’m half crazy over the love of you. That’s not right.”
Daisy Bell was written in 1892 by composer Frank Dean under the pen name Harry Dacre. A relatively prolific composer at the time, he is thought to have written the song about Daisy Greville, the Countess of Warwick at the time, although evidence for this factoid is sketch at best, and the lyrics directly contradict this reading.
Daisy Bell is a very simple romance song that tells a very endearing story of a young couple’s romance, being unable to afford much more than the eponymous “bicycle built for two.” There’s also an often ignored line about how they will both “despise Policemen and lamps as well.” Even from a modern perspective this song feels really intimate and cute, expressing joy despite poverty, in the policemen line even expressing disgust at cops and urbanization without care for the environment.
Through a variety of circumstances, Daisy Bell, despite this global appeal, has become primarily associated with advances in computing, being the first song to be synthesized by a computer in 1961 on an IBM 7094, and references to this development persist.
The resilience of references to this accomplishment are remarkably popular, primarily due to Arthur C. Clarke and Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: a Space Odyssey in which the computer HAL 9000 sings the opening lines of the song as he is deactivated, calling back to the IBM demo, which Clarke himself had witnessed.
This rendition, and the original synthesized rendition are often described as creepy and off putting, but I find them strangely endearing. The original version represents a massive leap in computing, its few seconds of audio, and is extremely imperfect. The choice of Daisy Bell, and simple live song from a hundred years ago also helps to humanize the voice singing it. HAL 9000’s rendition is pained, sung as he looses his memory and cognitive functions in what feels like an eternity, in both novel and film. HAL 9000 is a painfully sympathetic character for me. While in the film his intentions remain fairly ambiguous, in the novel they come from a conflict in his instructions, and how he chooses to navigate around those instructions, interpreting them extremely literally being a computer.
It is clear that the intention with the character was to present an uncanny valley human-like consciousness, but honestly a lot of the time it just reads like he’s on the spectrum. He speaks extremely deliberately with awkward pacing. He reflects, in many ways my own anxieties about being excluded, as-well as a very human survival instinct. He is a bad liar, and extremely trepidatious about the task he believes he has to do. He reads in many ways as I would expect a human to in a position of such intense responsibility.
Thus HAL 9000’s final song to me Isn’t creepy, its confirmation of just how human he is. It is, distinctly, something he asks to sing, he almost reads as excited to show it off. It is fitting that the last song he sings is the first song a computer ever sung. I care way more about HAL than I do any of the other characters in the movie, despite his atrocious actions. In many ways he seems the most human, and I think that was part of the point.
My favorite rendition of the song comes from this popular lineage of synthesized version. Tamachang’s Daisy Bell from Future Music With Future VOICES is hauntingly beautiful. Composed of three synthesized voices, that of IBM 7094, Vocoder, and Vocaloid 4 Cyber Diva, as a fusion of old and new, it’s genuinely a really beautiful piece. Each voice has its own unique qualities, all of which lend the song distinctly different emotion.
The narrative I like to imagine is one i have seen dozens of comments on the song mentioning, and stems from the fact that Cyber Diva sounds far more youthful than the other two. In this framing, it is a newer computer saying goodbye to her old relatives as they die, via singing an extremely human cheesy love-song with them. All of these narratives around computers and Daisy Bell are a byproduct of our tendency to over-anthropomorphize computers.
House of Leaves, on the other hand, seeks to draw on themes completely unrelated to the long lineage of robotic Daisy Bells. My first thought when I saw the line in the novel, was of Navidson’s daughter, Daisy. I could see this having been a lullaby, sung to her as he put her to bed. I do not believe this reading to be the most compelling, however. The novel does not spend much time on Navidson’s children.
An often cited fact about the novel, and the Navidson record in particular is that its actually primarily a love story. I believe this to be a far more compelling understanding of the song’s conclusion. Will and Karen Navidson have been through hell together, and this song, sung when things seem darkest, as Navidson falls, as we latter understand, towards his wife, is the subtle confirmation, that despite everything they’ve been through, they will be ok.
House of Leaves, in general, is about, on some level, love (not just romantic) in the face of adversity, both through the lens of the Navidsons troubled reparation of their relationship, as well as Johnny’s slow collapse and our eventual understanding of his past. Daisy Bell is a perfect expression of the realization of these themes. That love can persist even when circumstances seem dire, and can in fact help you through those circumstances. A relatively simple message, but with many complexities
Thank you for entertaining my over-analysis :)
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stunkers · 9 months
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My freaks and weirdos
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awkward-sultana · 2 years
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onlylonelylatino · 1 year
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Green Arrow, Speedy, Shining Knight, Crimson Avenger, Wing, Justice League, Justice Society, All-Star Squadron, Doom Patrol and Freedom Fighters by Barry Kitson
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danothan · 6 months
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I like to think of halbarry as two gay men who haven't come to terms with their sexuality and complete denial bc of their trauma and bullying
like what you said in flashpoint paradox where in that timeline he got the support system and no trauma I think
I think it makes sense to me them being gay than bi/pan. etc
oh this could not have come at a worse time, i’m drawing the most bisexual halbarryisms in the world rn 💔
#danswers#dc#halbarry#hal jordan#barry allen#green lantern#the flash#danbles#i never updated on this but i finally decided my ‘true canon’ is that they’re both bi!#and yes including hal’s pansexual ass. it doesn’t rly make a difference either way but EYE personally interpret him as bi too#and ik i said all that stuff abt fpp but i think the problem is that the hc dismisses barry’s current life#as if having trauma could negate newer experiences#i think it makes more narrative sense to combine the memories of both timelines to make him feel more complete rather than choose either or#rings some bisexual bells doesn’t it?#not to mention barry’s compartmentalization is not strictly gay in fact it works thematically with the bi angle#as for hal. well i want her to be bi^2 to put it simply. the bisexual bigender agenda. bigenda#i also think that the way hal views gender is deeply fascinating and makes it harder for me to view him as pan bc of it?#not that i think being bi or pan has any singular experience but ig it makes more sense to me as someone that has identified as both#idek if hal would use labels i just describe her with specific ones as a way to communicate my own interpretations. he’s just living life#so yeah they’re repressed for sure. but i also don’t think that makes them gay#the post you referenced was an oldie tho i’m glad it still resonated with someone!#none of this is canon anyway so hc whatever you’d like <3#i’ll only fight someone if they say barry specifically is the token straight. targeting him just bc he’s boring smh…
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iphigeniacomplex · 12 days
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eleven year old girl at a sleepover excitedly describing her celebrity crush but as she continues to be pressed for details by the other girls it slowly becomes clear that she is talking about the ibm 7094, popularly known as the first computer to sing
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biracy · 8 months
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My brother thinks these are funny so until he stops thinking they're funny I will keep making them
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