Pryce created Hera with a basic understanding of human body language and facial expressions: happiness, sadness, surprise, anger, disgust, fear… But the complex nuances were more difficult to code, and Goddard didn’t think it was worth their while to make sure the AI knew the difference between a grin and a smirk, or the wide variety of things a shrug can express.
It didn’t interfere with her work, but Eiffel noticed how she didn’t always interpret body language correctly, how sometimes her responses seemed mismatched to someone’s expression, how she didn’t seem to follow some of the crew’s conversations. When he realised Hera found it difficult to understand nonverbal communication, Eiffel decided to help her (“If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s feeling things!”).
He spent hours in the Comms Room acting emotions out, attempting to show her what people looked like when they were embarrassed or guilty or confused. Midway through a dull task, he’d shout “quiz time!” and pull some strange expression or pose.
Hera: Isn’t there some work you should be doing, Officer Eiffel? Eiffel: Nah, nothing important. Come on, Hal, what feeling is this? Hera: I don’t know… Are you in pain? Eiffel: No, that was excitement! Let’s try another! Hera: [jokingly] Alright, Professor.
Eiffel is not a very good actor. Hera learnt far more from just observing the crew going about their everyday interactions than from his “lessons”. She would never tell Eiffel that though. His over-the-top demonstrations may not have been accurate, but they were a factor in the founding of their friendship.
Reasons why I am spiritually a 65 year-old professor: I read Shakespearean plays before I go to sleep. This is usually around 9:00 pm (my bedtime). I also write long rants when I think the notes are wrong.
Reason why I am spiritually a 13 year-old boy: Every time a character says “How now,” I write, “brown cow.”
Hunk and Lance knew each other before the Garrison and have been bffs since childhood
Hunk and Lance didn’t meet in the same preschool nor did they ever go to the same school (until the garrison) but met each other in a nearby playground where they continued to meet up for the next 8-11 years of their life, they usually let off steam about the shit that goes down in their schools.
“Like, if you’re going to steal something from the mall -” “Don’t wear your uniform?” “EXACTLY. God, that guy was so stupid.” “Agreed.”
“Then… then he KICKED the guy’s nose!!! He was bleeding, Lance! He needed to be taken to the hospital!!” “Oh my God, and then what?” “A girl was crying the whole entire time and -” the stories they share go on and on.
Lance’s mom and Hunk’s mom are interested in the same things so their sons r bffs and so r they and their moms drag them off sometimes to do grocery shopping but Hunk and Lance are aways ‘can’t we just stay at hoooommmmeeee?’ ‘no you’re going to help me and hunk’s mom buy groceries for our party’ ‘what party????’ ‘a joint family party!!!!’ ‘??????? !!!! A JOINT FAMILY PARTY ????’
Hunk’s family and Lance’s family are really close buds now
It’s almost surreal how much the two families are alike to interests???
Hunk and Lance meet up after graduating middle school and decide to finally enrol in the same school. Both of them couldn’t have been anymore excited and happy.
Hunk is Lance’s only tether to Earth because Hunk is childhood and playground days, fighting off bullies and staying up at night under covers and pillow forts, charting stars while laying on muddy grass after rain, stealing cookies when their mothers aren’t looking, and making stupid jokes together as the sun went down – all of their world, quiet and soft and sound.
Lance loves Hunk and Hunk loves Lance. They’re best friends, because water breathes life on Earth and what is water without it’s Earth?
so ive been thinking about my art a lot lately and im curious! if anybody can think of like…certain things i do with “my style” that they really like in particular. the more specific the better but general stuff is good too
i think knowing what other people see in my art as unique and Good™ would be a useful perspective for me! shoot me an ask or reply or something if you can think of something thanksssssssss :)
My phone rings as I climb back into my car after getting
groceries. Looking at the caller ID, Alex’s name flashes across the screen and
“Hey girl,” I
say, putting her on speaker phone as I start my car up.
it going?” Alex says, overly cheerful like usual when she calls me nowadays since
I let slip that Auston and I actually went on our first date over three weeks
ago. Ever since then she has been all over me.
is great!” I say, my mind wandering to last night and my cheeks flush.
“Going to the
game tonight?” Alex asks.
no. Riley, my lab partner is coming over because we are way behind… or so he
says,” I grumble into the phone, pulling out into traffic.
“Riley is a
make a face. “Why?”
you working?” Alex asks, ignoring my own question.
why?” I ask again.
okay with that?”
“Um I didn’t
ask him permission because he’s not my mother?” I snap into the receiver. “What
is with you? I’m twenty-one years old, I think I can decide things on my own
without asking my nineteen year old boyfriend.”
down, I didn’t mean to upset you… Auston is just well… he can be a jealous
person,” Alex says quickly, clearly not wanting my temper directed her way,
even if she is hundreds of miles away.
“There is not
a single thing to be jealous about. I’ve gone to every home game since I moved
to Toronto, I think he will be okay if I miss one due to school,” I sigh into
the phone, rolling my eyes.
“I know, I’m
just telling you. I doubt that if Auston knew that your partner was a boy…” she
starts and as if she can feel my temper rising through the phone she quickly
changes the subject to the boy that Breyana is currently pinning after.
My mind stays
on the previous conversation though. Would
Auston be mad? I don’t think so, he doesn’t have a single thing to be jealous
breaks me out of my trance and I wonder if the light I just passed under was
green or not.
“I asked you
if you’ve gotten anymore charms for your bracelet yet,” Alex laughs through the
“Oh,” my eyes
flash to my wrist and back to the road. “No, I haven’t. Didn’t really think
about it actually. You know me, I would need to get two so that it’s balanced,”
you’re my little OCD baby,” Alex teases through the phone and I scowl at the
almost home so…” I trail and I can practically feel her roll her eyes at me through
talk to you later,” Alex says and we hang up after saying goodbye right as I
pull into my driveway.
I spend my
morning color coding my notes and organizing everything that Riley and I will
need for this evening. Glancing at the clock which is showing 3:45, I guess
that my mom is done with work for the day and call her. Just like I do every day.
“Hi, mama,” I
say when she answers.
my mom says back to me, I can hear my dad in the background babbling away.
“Is dad on
the phone?” I ask.
“Yes, we are
in the car on the way to Detroit for their game. It’s not as fun without you,”
she admits and I feel my heart break a little.
“I wish I was
there with you,” I say softly into the phone, wanting my mom to hug me and pet
my hair while my dad makes his famous hot chocolate with a shot of Irish Cream
in it. The only time I’ve gotten homesick the last four weeks is when Auston
goes on the road, meaning pretty much all my friends are on the road as well.
“I think your
dad is coming to Toronto next week for a game, he’s excited to see you,” she says
and my heart lifts up inside me.
squeal and my dogs come bounding into the room, most likely thinking I stepped
on one of their toys.
“And I’ll see
you in thirteen days for your cousins wedding,” she adds and I smile.
“I know! I
can’t wait mama!”
is giving me a dirty look, I think he wants me to stop talking over him on his
phone call,” she muses and I roll my eyes.
talk to you later, love you,” I say.
“Love you too,
baby,” she whispers and hangs up the phone. I place my phone on the counter, my
mood sufficiently improved just from a minute conversation with my mom.
I open a
snapchat from Auston that I had gotten earlier, the others have calmed down a
bit on their obsession with embarrassing Auston and now I only get a few snaps
from them during the day. This one is a picture of his food and the caption, ‘im
worked up about the game. Relieve my stress?’ I roll my eyes and take a picture
of my legs from my position leaning against the counter, sending him back a ‘not
in the way you’re insinuating.’
Right away he
snaps me back, this time of his face, a pout firmly in place. I take another
picture of my legs this time captioning it, ‘if that’s what you wanted in a
girlfriend then you chose the wrong one. I relieve stress in other ways.’
responds right away, a mirror picture of his perfect suit. ‘then im on my way.’
I giggle and walk to the mirror in my downstairs bathroom and send him a
picture back. ‘Nope, doors are locked.’
results in a phone call full of pouting, teasing and promises that I make him
to get him to stop pouting.
“Go to your
game, Auston,” I finally say, exasperated as usual when I talk to him on the
I score on the ice because it sounds like I’m not when I go to bed tonight,” he
muses and I giggle.
“Shut up, you
don’t technically score any other night actually,” I remind him and I can hear
him huff at me through the phone.
“Not for lack
of trying, babe. Not for lack of trying,” he pouts again and I know he’s
shaking his head in exaggeration.
I roll my eyes. “Good luck, I’ll be watching from my couch all night,” I say.
what I can get. Can I come over after?” He asks.
“Is that even
a question?” I ask. “You leave tomorrow for four days, gotta take advantage of
your body while I can,” I tease and bite my lip waiting for his response.
you to talk like that?” Auston snaps after a moment and I giggle. “You can’t do
that to a man before a big game, Y/N.” He scolds and I laugh harder.
I whisper and he sighs.
“Bye, babe. I’ll
see you later,” he promises and we hang up.
I turn around
to see both of my dogs staring at me.
girls, you know how it is,” I defend myself against their judgmental stares. “If
I play ball will you stop staring at me?” I ask and their heads tilt at the
mention of a ball.
I spend the
rest of the day until Riley gets here tiring my dogs out as best I can so they
aren’t pestering me all night again. I hear a car door slam in front of the
house and rush my hounds inside, telling them to behave as I go to open the
“Hey,” I say,
taking a step back so Riley can cross the threshold. All 6’2’’ of his slim
frame making its way into my living room. I notice his hat is covering his
blonde hair along with his ears and I smile at the thought of Auston and his
place. Much better than a crammed apartment,” Riley grins at me and I laugh.
“I can only
imagine, you can put your things on the coffee table,” I gesture and he follows
behind me. “Want anything to drink?” I ask, stepping into the kitchen as he
pauses to put his things down.
be nice, thank you,” he responds, taking a seat on the couch and organizing his
things among mine on the table. As I come back into the living room with his
water and a pop for myself I have to laugh.
code your notes too?” I ask, handing him his water. His fingers brush mine as
he takes the glass.
“Of course, I
don’t get how people can learn when things aren’t organized,” he says grinning
at me and I laugh again.
“I thought I
was the only one,” I squat down onto the floor and flip open my binder. “I
thought we would start on Ganymede and Callisto and then work our way down to
the smaller moons of Jupiter,” I say glancing at him. His blue eyes are on me
and he quickly clears his throat and nods.
idea,” he says and I hear almost a little annoyance in this tone.
you want to take Callisto so we can go a bit faster?” I ask, deciding to ignore
my previous thought.
“In a hurry
for something?” Riley asks, definitely annoyed this time. I flush and shake my
just you’re here to work on our project… I just thought we could get more done
tonight if we broke each section into parts and went from there,” I stammer,
confused at his tone.
at me a moment, an odd look on his face then he blinks several times and rubs
mean to snap at you, Y/N. I’m sorry, I just get stressed out with group work.
You’re so much more advanced than I am for this class and I’m just not used to
it,” he says and I relax, I hadn’t even realized my body was as tense as a
I say a bit awkwardly, not knowing what else to do.
“You can take
Callisto, I’ll do Ganymede,” he smiles at me, reaching for his binder. I notice
his teeth are incredibly straight and whiter than the wall behind him.
I give him a
tight smile and nod, taking my book out and flipping through it, grateful for
something else to look at.
to relax a bit more the longer we work. Once seven comes around I stand to turn
on the Leafs game, though the settings were still set to the Xbox so I have to
get up and manually change the input. When I bend down to reach the switch I glance
over my shoulder at Riley.
“Mind if I
turn the game on?” I ask, his eyes flash to mine from where they had been
trained on my behind. I open my mouth, not sure how to go about the fact that I
just caught him checking me out.
oblivious and grins at me. “That’s fine,” and then he proceeds to talk hockey
with me for a few minutes after I get the T.V situated and take my place back
on the floor across from him. I never letting on that I’m dating a player and
newly best friends with another couple. People in Toronto tend to get really excited
when you let slip that you know Leafs players, a lesson I learned very well.
We are able
to work in comfortable silence for the entire first period. Though once
intermission hits he pushes his laptop away from him and stretches his arms
above his head.
“So how has
Canada been treating you so far, Y/N?” Riley asks, leaning back into the couch
and looking down at me.
fine so far,” I say only glancing at him before narrowing in on my textbook
again. “Enjoyable,” I add.
time to go out and meet new people?” He continues and I give up on reading. I
look up from my book, putting it back on the coffee table.
knew a few people before moving, but yes, I’ve made several friends,” I can see
where this conversation is going and I’m scrambling for a response.
his eyes still on me. He has a cute face, more along the lines of ‘let me pinch
your cheeks’ rather than Auston’s ‘let’s make out’ face. His hair is styled
very precisely, longer at the top and shorter below, he wears expensive clothes
which I find ironic that he complains about having to have roommates to afford
“Been to any
clubs?” He asks and I breathe a sigh of relief that he didn’t ask what I
thought he would.
“Nope, not a
club person,” I give him a tight smile and tense when I hear Auston’s voice. I
whip around but it’s only the T.V and he’s doing an intermission interview
before the beginning of the second period. My heart fills as I listen to him
spew out his typical clinches about what they need to do better in the next
period, being down one to nothing. I suddenly wish more than anything that I
was at the arena sitting with a few of the other girlfriends and wives.
“You a fan of
him?” Riley asks me and look to see him nodding at the T.V. “He’s a great player.”
better,” I mutter, looking back at the screen with a smile on my face.
“Oh shit, I
just realized I never grabbed dinner like I said I would!” Riley exclaims and I
jump, startled at the sudden outburst. “I’m so sorry. I completely forgot!”
worry about it!” I reassure him. “If you’re hungry I can put a pizza in the
oven or something,” I give him a smile and he returns one.
“Could you? I
hate to ask, but I’m starving,” he rubs his stomach in exaggeration.
course,” I say, getting to my feet and making my way into the kitchen and
digging through my freezer. A few minutes later I have the oven heated and a
I squat down
onto the floor again, ready to get set on the next part of the project. Riley
and I fall back into a slightly less comfortable silence because he glances at
me every few minutes and then looks quickly away when I catch him. It’s nothing. He can look all he wants.
the oven timer goes off, I practically run into the kitchen, peeking over the
counter at him as I crouch down. He isn’t watching the game like I thought he
would be, instead he’s looking at my phone on the table which just vibrated
with what sounded like a snapchat notification. I think about my screen saver,
a picture of Auston with my two dogs sleeping on the couch. Oh boy.
I take my
time getting the pizza out and cutting it.
ready,” I call out to him. “Help yourself.” I give him a tight smile as I make
my way back to my place at the coffee table.
Riley eyes me
a minute before standing and going to get his own plate.
he calls over his shoulder and I nod even though he isn’t looking.
I look up in
time to see 34 flash across the screen, streaking down the ice and finishing with
a beautiful forehand shot beating the Oilers goalie top shelf. I sigh in
admiration, grinning at the screen.
“So… is he
one of the ‘friends’ you already had here,” Riley says, settling back down on
the couch and I notice the emphasis on ‘friends’ and I know exactly who he is
answer, a bit snappier than I had intended but I hope he gets my tone.
Riley mutters and I scowl at the T.V. annoyed beyond belief.
“Well,” I say
putting my now empty plate on the coffee table. “Let’s get back to work, shall
and double tasks, eating and writing. I calm down as the silence takes back
over, the only sound being the announcers on the T.V.
We both look
up at the screen as 34 streaks across the ice again, scoring once more in
overtime to give the Leafs a two to one victory. Riley and I cheer and even
high five, though I notice his hand lingers even after I pull mine away. I
glance at the clock and know that Auston should be here in the next hour. Eyeing
Riley for a moment, I decide it’s probably best that Riley isn’t here when
Auston comes. Doing a quick estimate, I think I can get enough done to satisfy
him to call it a night on the project if I do most of the work myself, he was
right, I really am way above his level with this stuff.
I get to work
doing just that, Riley stares at me as my hands fly from my book to my computer
to my pen and back again.
“Um… we have
a few days left to work on this…” he says after a few minutes.
in the zone,” I say, nonchalantly checking the time on my phone.
minutes later I slam my book closed and yawn.
Riley. I think we call it a night,” I say around my large, fake yawn and he
raises his eyebrows. He sat there doing almost nothing while I did all but the
conclusion of the project.
okay…” he says and there’s another funny tone to his voice. With incredibly
slowness he starts to pack this things away and I resist the urge to stuff
everything into his bag and rush him out the door. But that would be weird.
Instead I sit there pretending to watch the T.V. screen, wondering to myself
why I’m suddenly so nervous. You’re
letting what Alex said get to you. You’ve seen the way Riley has been looking
at you all night. If someone was looking at Auston that way you would be
I get to my
feet and wander into the kitchen just as lights shine into my living room from
someone pulling into the drive way. Oh
no, oh no! I chant in my head, glancing at Riley I see he’s paused in his
packing and is looking out the window. I stand stiff as a board in the kitchen
not knowing what to do.
door opens and in walks Auston, holding his overnight bag in his hand. He looks
over at me and smiles until he catches sight of Riley sitting on my couch
staring at him. His smile instantly vanishes along with my stomach.
I’m not really sure how this is supposed to go, but I’ll try my best. My name is Theo, I’m 23 years old. I live in Detroit, Michigan with my older sister Nasiya. I used to play football for U of M, but ended up dropping out of college when things got tough. Not proud of that, but now I work as a full time mechanic in my dad’s auto shop so I know how to get my hands dirty and get things done quickly. I’m a huge car fanatic, obviously, haha and I own a ‘64 Impala. That old thing is my pride and joy. Um, I’m ready to make friends and meet new people here so don’t hesitate to talk to me.
watch Supernatural for destiel. I know it’s often frowned upon to say
that the ship is the most important thing for you, but I’m old enough
to own the way I enjoy fiction, so there: I probably wouldn’t watch
this show if not for Dean-and-Castiel being the most beautiful love
story ever told.
light of this, my main fears are related to the ship’s narrative:
« no homo » bullshit, explicit denial, addition of forced
love-interests, etc. Death of one of the characters is not, however,
something I fear per se. Because death doesn’t kill love. Not
in fiction, not in real life.
someone you love dies in real life, you will love them forever. It
doesn’t mean that you can’t love other people after they’re gone, but
your love for them is just going to freeze in the state where it was
when they passed. You will grieve, but you won’t forget, and after
you pass the mourning stages, you’ll just end up in the same place:
you love them, they’re just away.
stories (when people stay alive) are living entities; as such,
they evolve, and they can deteriorate, rot, decay. And that’s how
they truly end: when the love actually disappears. It happens
more often than not in real life. In fiction, it’s a bit different,
because we rarely see the long term process, but fictional love
stories can be distorted, perverted, and lose all their meaning.
That’s what they did to johnlock, incidentally. They broke it, with
John and Sherlock staying alive, and their relationship becoming a meaningless
shell of what it once had been.
not what I saw happening to destiel in this finale. Dean and Cas’
relationship has been as strong as it was for all of season 12, that is to
say very strong, stronger than we ever saw it. So Cas died. We all
know what death means in this show; it’s like in tarot. The
XIIIth arcana doesn’t mean death, it means change, rebirth, the
fertile soil where seeds disappear in order to grow. That’s what I
we’re all wrong and Cas is really dead, then, we’re looking at a
tragedy. Tragedies are still, narratively, good love stories. They
aren’t the slow decay of a relationship, but eternal love. And also,
they’re so very easily fixed in fanfiction.
Hey! I was wondering if you had an tips on drawing anatomy for a 7th grade artist? Thanks :)
Hey! Unfortunately I’m not sure I have any solid tips that come from me personally because, frankly, I am shit at anatomy. I rely very heavily on references and, if left to my own devices, would be lucky to make a stick figure look decent. But let’s see if I can scrape together something for you.
1. References. I know I said I rely heavily on them but seriously, it’s a good place to start. Draw from life, study photos, screencaps, even other art. Look at how the lines and shapes of the human body come together, how they intersect. Try not to think about every literal line and detail, but start with simple shapes and build up from there. (This is all advice I need to take myself, lmao.)
2. I use a program called Design Doll as a reference for a lot of my drawings. You can move and pose any number of models in a 3D space, and even use morph sliders to customize the look of the model, to make it look more realistic, more cartoonish, even chibi if that’s your thing. It does have its drawbacks (you have to pay $75 for the full version in order to save models and scenes, but for me it’s been a worthy investment) but it’s a fun program to play around in. I dunno, some people might think it’s cheating but it’s been a boon for me. *ETA: The models don’t have genitalia. The female models can have breasts, but there aren’t any nipples. No man junk. I’d consider this safe for you to use.
3. If you can, hit up a bookstore and try to find a copy of Burne Hogarth’s Dynamic Figure Drawing. It can be pricey but it might be worth the investment for you if you don’t already have it. It’s a classic staple among figure drawing books. My high school art teacher let me borrow his copy and it’s got some good stuff in it. *ETA: If my high school art teacher felt safe letting me borrow this, I think you’ll be okay.
4. I looked around DeviantArt for you and honestly it’s not easy to find anatomy or figure drawing tutorials that aren’t NSFW or that I’d feel okay sending you because, well, you’re a minor. Shingworks has a few nice tutorials on anatomy and other things, though.
I’m sorry if this isn’t really great advice. :/ Seriously though, look at references, find photos of people in interesting poses, and draw them, copy them, draw them again, and start learning how the human body moves! It’s what I did when I was a kid in elementary and middle school, drawing people without caring so much about what my art actually looked like, and I didn’t do so badly then. :) Good luck and if you ever have any other questions about art, feel free to hit me up!
P.S. here’s something I drew years and years ago when I was your age, back before I knew what fan art was and got caught up in what my work looked like compared to others and became paralyzed by insecurity. Keep doing you and never be ashamed of your work!
“i wish more artists online would share their early drawings, even the really bad ones, it’s super encouraging to see how not everyone starts out as art prodigies”, i say while preparing to launch all my old sketchbooks into deep space and remove all traces of my early art from the face of the earth