#i'm lucky

[gadiesa]

i don't need to go to college, my father doesn't care about his daughter's future 😻😻 i will be unemployed while lazing around in my bed reading thousands of fanfics and scrolling through tumblr without worrying about homework or having to wake up for school tomorrowwww

[yourlovelyspace]

How lucky can I be? 💝

[martian-astro10]

I was studying for my exam and i realised how fun studying actually is when it's a subject that you're actually interested in. I'm so fascinated by psychological theories, i love the fact that i can SEE those things happening around me, people actually acting like that, it fascinates me so much. Studying doesn't feel like something that I HAVE to do but rather something that I LIKE to do. The thought of reading my syllabus books make me feel all happy inside, i love it.

And this is why parents should allow their kids to do whatever they want to do. I did not know what psychology was, my mom introduced me to it, she also listed down like 35 careers that she thought i would be good at, told me what they all mean and allowed me to choose ON MY OWN. A parent's duty is to guide not force and 90% of parents do not realise this. I'm so so so lucky to have a mom who is so intelligent and so fucking awesome and so perfect, I LOVE MY MOM SO MUCH 😭😭

[shinakazami1]

Nobody is gonna read this prob but I today wrote some The Beginner's Guide snippets to kinda try to see if I like this style for a fanfic I plan

Short one here, more under the cut:

In a way, he knew what he was doing. Deep down, not even he could hide that his intentions were not just a pure concern and worry. But, just like the Coda he made in his mind, he himself had nobody to look for help for.

Maybe that's why, in the room full of people he knew and kept saying he loved and cared for, he couldn't bring himself to say a single word. Because the moment the eyes looked at him again, he knew he had to keep the act going.

'But there is no act. It's just me.'

It's just me and my depressed friend's games.

And I'll get him out.

Because nobody else will do that for him.

---

Davey stared at the wall and listened to the clock ticking. It seemed the mechanism was not a typical one - there seemed to be a small delay, making the rhytm uneven. Pam, pampam, pam... it did match his breathing pattern. In, hold for a second, out and quickly in again. Or maybe, he matched the mechanism.

It was hard to tell what inspired what at this point. Everything blended into one shape, no matter what creator of either intended.

Everything had a purpose in a way that maybe nobody even desired.

But that would be sad, wouldn't it be? For your work to grow up from the idea into a grotesque fleshened out monster of what it was supposed to be?

Was it what it was to be a creator? A loving embrace of a child you'd never be able to look at, that will never grow up to an image of itself that it was never supposed to really reach.

He didn't notice that he stopped breathing until he coughed out.

It was four pm. He still had three hours left.

And it felt like waiting for the guillotine to fall. For the choir to stop singing, for the last scene, when the director would say, cut.

Was he cut out for all this? He didn't know and he didn't dare to question it. He knew that from some spirals, he couldn't get out.

So how did Coda do it? How did he just, leave his creations, to die, to never be appreciated and seen? To be able to tell others of what it was supposed to be?

Why couldn't he consider the feelings of his creation?

Why couldn't he appreciate the code?

And why did he invite Davey over, for the first time?

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20092311_230320.mp4

"I still don't get it. It's supposed to be a self expression but why would you self insert in a way that's supposed to be accessible, supposed to be PLAYED if you don't give it to others? Video games show a story in many ways. Sound, sight and most importantly - interactibility. So what's the point of a language when you keep it to yourself? We would not go far enough if-"

Hearing some knocking on the door make him pause the recording. He hated that - he typically picked an hour when others were away just so he could have a moment of peace to write everything down with his voice.

Davey sighed and turned around, asking his brother to come on in.

Whatever was the topic of the conversation was probably not important, as Davey didn't mention it in the recording at all.

The last time he mentioned anything beside game making was around a year before.

The game jam wasn't a start - it was only an aftereffect.

Just as what was going to come next.

---

"(...) It's Friday already. And I still have 23 more games to check. He had to hide an easter egg somewhere, right? It's not just a hundred of copies of the same room. He always shows some nuiance in routine, in the whole madness.

It's... 2:33 now. I have to wake up in 4 hours.

But I won't be able to fall asleep until I find the key.

The puzzle IS here. It's in here, somewhere, and I am probably not seeing it correctly.

Ok. Just, maybe five more games. And I'll try to look through the code.

Davey, out."

20091301_052330.mp4

"It's me again. I don't know what I am missing. Probably some coffee. Just two games left, it's probably in there.

I'll take my laptop with me to work. They shouldn't mind, I did stuff like this before, I'll just pretend it's work related.

I'll crack the code until midnight. And I'll show him I've done my job correctly.

Now, I have to pack and hope the vending machine works.

Davey, out."

---

"Consumption is for consumers, not for the actual food enjoyers. But the enjoyers only are up their own theories of what the flavours really represent."

"But we're talking about game develo-"

"Which one are you? Do you enjoy food?"

Davey was not prepared to be put on a spot. Coda rarely asked him anything, or even said hi back - so, such forward question was not typical.

He wasn't dumb - he knew it was all a metaphor. And he wanted to just start his point showing that it isn't a perfect one. Now, he only had one true option to choose from because there would be no resets.

Or so he thought.

He heard a sigh and looked up at Coda as the man already turned his back.

"It was an illusions of a choice."

One that Davey once again couldn't make.

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[onihcinimkcin]

[buckcluck67]

I'm lucky

[bonniebutwithoutclyde]

He didn't really want to see Barbie (he hadn't seen the ads and thought it would be a children's movie) but in the end he happily went with me, and even matched my outfit by wearing a white/pink/yellow outfit just like me ! He held my hand and silently comforted me when I cried (and this movie made me cry a lot). Coming out of the movie theater my boyfriend kept saying that he loved the movie !! He was just pissed off at Ken throughout the movie, and especially disappointed that he didn't apologize at the end. He even later told his buddies on discord how good the movie was, and we used care masks together while eating our takeaway meals...

Love that he's more an Allan than a Ken... 🫶🥹

[dinosaurwithablog]

I love the Granite Falls. They are close to my house and easy to access. They are beautiful and very noisy when the snow melts. Large salmon can be found in the water. I like to sit here with Petey and watch the water go by. It's a lovely experience 😊 I'm very lucky to live in a place where joy and beauty abound!!! It doesn't get much better than that!! 😊😍