#IN GOD DAMN JAVASCRIPT

[bnncat]

JAVASCRIPT YOUR ARE MY FUCKING ENEMY

[crows-of-buckets]

Man learning coding is really good at making me feel like an idiot

[machinavocis]

a tragedy in 2 acts.

[sxytwker]

Boyfriend Luigi

Summary: Luigi comes to your dorm after a long and tiring day, and you just want to take care of him. It leads to him turning needy and wanting your love! Because who wouldn’t say no to his perfect smile and pretty eyes?

POV: 3rd person. She/Her pronouns.

Part 1

Smut • MDNI

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝

*I literally hated the Surfbreak fic I made, I might post it like way later, but I quickly made this one. I really really like this fic I made, and it’s also the first time I’ve written smut. I know I said I wouldn’t, but I gave it a try. Please give feedback! Thank youuuu enjoy! 💗*

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The door flung open, hard enough to rattle the mini whiteboard she always kept pristine. Luigi Mangione stepped in with his hoodie pulled halfway over his curls, laptop bag slung low, and a scowl riding high on his face.

He didn’t say anything.

Didn’t look at her.

Just kicked off his sneakers in two annoyed jerks and let them land wherever they landed. Then he sank onto the edge of her bed, hunched over, elbows on knees, and pulled his hoodie down lower, like the room offended him.

She blinked, sitting at her desk with her laptop open, a perfectly color-coded set of notes pulled up on Notion, and a mug of peppermint tea steaming quietly beside her. Her necklace—thin gold with a tiny star charm—glinted as she tilted her head.

“…Lu?”

Nothing. Just a dramatic sigh. He ran a hand through his curls—messier than usual—and muttered something under his breath. Something that definitely included the word “bullshit.”

She stood slowly, crossing the room in her soft socks. She could practically smell the static stress clinging to him—code that wouldn’t compile, a prof who made some dumb offhand comment, a meeting that went sideways. Luigi’s bad moods were rare, but when they hit, they hit full force. Especially when he didn’t win.

“Hey,” she said gently, standing in front of him, “what happened?”

Another sigh. Another eye roll. “Nothing. Just—stupid CS group project. Nobody knows what they’re doing, and I’m the one stuck fixing everyone’s broken code again. And Professor McGregor? He’s on my ass about this AI module I already finished. Like—” He waved his hands. “I’m not a magician, I can’t make JavaScript do calculus.”

“JavaScript shouldn’t be doing calculus.”

“Exactly!”

She bit back a smile. There it was. The drama, the hands, the cocky frustration that made him magnetic. She leaned forward and gently took off his hoodie, coaxing it over his head. His curls popped back up, tousled and warm from the fabric.

Luigi looked up at her finally—eyes tired, lashes long, the corner of his mouth twitching but not quite making it to a smile.

“You’re still mad,” she said softly.

“Not at you,” he muttered.

She stepped closer, standing between his knees now. “I know.”

He sighed again—but this time, less sharp. She reached up and threaded her fingers through his curls, slow and gentle, nails scratching lightly at his scalp the way he liked. He visibly melted. His eyes fluttered closed. His hands gripped the backs of her thighs without thinking, pulling her closer until she was practically between his legs.

“God,” he breathed. “You always smell so damn good.”

“Clean and sweet,” she teased, lips brushing against his temple.

“You’re a menace,” he mumbled, voice already softer.

She smiled and bent down, pressing the softest kiss to his cheekbone, then another to the side of his neck. His arms slid around her waist. She kept playing with his hair, combing through it with slow fingers like she had all the time in the world.

“I hate everyone except you,” he whispered against her shoulder.

“That’s because I’m the only one who knows how to calm you down.”

“You’re smug.”

“Only when I’m right.”

He finally laughed, low and grudging. “You’re lucky you’re pretty.”

“You’re lucky I’m patient.”

He leaned back just enough to look up at her, brown eyes searching hers. “You’re too good for me.”

She kissed his forehead this time. “I know.”

•

The room was dark except for the amber light of her desk lamp, turned low, casting soft shadows across the floor. Her laptop had been closed. Notebooks stacked. The air smelled faintly of lavender laundry detergent and her body cream—the one he always buried his face into when he hugged her from behind.

Luigi was sprawled on her bed now, hoodie loose over his boxers, one leg bent, the other draped across the mattress like he owned the place. Which, honestly, he kind of did. At least emotionally. He’d been sulking for hours, rotating between petty complaints and clingy affection.

She came out of the bathroom with her glasses off, barefaced, in a soft cotton cami and matching shorts the color of fresh cream. Gold glinted at her ears and collarbone. She smelled like every good memory he had.

“Finally,” he muttered, reaching for her like he hadn’t seen her in days instead of ten minutes.

“You are so dramatic.”

“And you’re so hot it’s illegal,” he said, pulling her down onto him without waiting.

She let out a surprised laugh, landing with a soft thud against his chest, her thigh sliding between his. His hands were already on her hips, hoodie sleeves pulled halfway up his forearms.

“I’m still mad,” he mumbled against her skin. “Just so you know.”

“Oh, I know. You’ve been stomping around my room and having an attitude.”

“Shut up,” he breathed, and then he was kissing her neck.

Warm. Wet. Open-mouthed kisses that left slick trails across her collarbone and just under her jaw. Not rushed—needy. Like he had to have her or he’d combust.

Her breath hitched.

“Lu…”

He didn’t stop. His curls brushed her cheek as he kissed lower, then back up, then behind her ear—his hoodie slipping off one shoulder as he shifted above her. She could feel how worked up he was just from the press of his body. The warmth. The low hum of want that buzzed in his chest and spilled out with every exhale.

“You’re so soft,” he said into her skin. “So warm. Makes me forget everything.”

Her fingers found his curls again, pulling them gently, slow but firm. His hips twitched against hers.

“God,” he breathed. “Keep doing that.”

“You’re the one that started this,” she said, but her voice was already a little shaky, lips parted, lashes fluttering. “You gonna be good now?”

“No,” he said immediately, voice rough. “I want all of you. Right now.”

“You’re such a brat.”

“You love it,” he smirked, then kissed her again—deeper, this time, tongue sliding lazily along her neck.

Her soft whines slipped out before she could stop them. Not loud. Just enough for him to smirk against her skin, teeth grazing the spot just below her ear. His hoodie hung open now, his hands sliding under the hem of her top, palms warm against her back.

“I had such a shitty day,” he whispered, voice breaking just a little. “Need you. Just… need you.”

That cracked something in her chest.

She held his face, kissed him slow and sure, fingers still buried in his hair like she’d never let go. And maybe she wouldn’t.

His lips crashed into hers like he was starving.

But she didn’t just melt into it—she took control. One hand still tangled in his hair, the other gripping his hoodie near the collar, pulling him closer. When his tongue brushed hers, tentative, needing, she caught his bottom lip between her teeth and bit—soft, slow, just enough pressure to make him gasp.

“Shit,” he breathed, pulling back half an inch, eyes wide, pupils blown. “You’re trying to kill me.”

She didn’t answer. Just kissed him again, tongue sliding past his lips with intention this time—sucking, slow and deep, until he moaned into her mouth like he couldn’t help it. His fingers dug into her waist, clutching at the soft curve of her hips through her shorts.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered, dazed. “Where did that come from?”

“You looked like you could use a little attitude adjustment,” she whispered against his lips.

He laughed—breathy, desperate—and kissed her again, messier now, hands roaming up her sides, under the cami. She was straddling him fully now, her thighs bracketing his, soft cotton sliding against his boxers. He was already hard beneath her, pressed right where she could feel him the most.

She moved.

Just once—hips rolling forward, slow and deliberate.

He groaned. Loud.

“Babe…”

She rolled again. Back, forward. Keeping her pace slow, grinding into him with that maddening rhythm only she could pull off—just enough friction to make him curse, not enough to let him get there.

“You’re evil,” he said, voice tight.

“You like it.”

“Of course I like it,” he choked, head dropping back into the pillows, curls splayed. “You’re sitting on my dick and making me beg—how am I not supposed to like that?”

Her lips brushed his neck again, and her teeth grazed lightly over his pulse point before she kissed it, tongue flicking over the sensitive skin.

He whimpered.

Actually whimpered.

“Oh my god,” he said, hands clinging to her thighs now like she was the only thing tethering him to earth. “You’re driving me insane.”

She sat up slightly, looking down at him with that wicked glint in her eye, gold jewelry catching the lamplight.

“Good,” she said. “Then it’s working.”

Luigi’s hoodie was halfway off his shoulders, clinging to him like he didn’t even have the motor control to take it off. She leaned down and pulled it the rest of the way off him, nails dragging lightly down his arms as she tossed it aside.

He was flushed, breath ragged, curls stuck to his forehead. Her thighs still pinned him in place, and his boxers—soaked through with want—left nothing to the imagination.

“You’re not playing fair,” he panted.

“That’s rich,” she murmured, reaching down to tug at the waistband of his boxers, “coming from the guy who mouth-fucked my neck ten minutes ago.”

“Guilty,” he whispered, then surged up to kiss her collarbone—messy, open, tongue-heavy. He sucked hard, just below the strap of her cami, his hands now fully under her top. His fingers slipped up her sides, grazing just under her breasts but not touching yet. Not until she said so.

She gasped, and he took that as encouragement.

He bit—light, but with enough pressure to leave heat in its wake—and then soothed it with his tongue. Another kiss. Another suck. The sound obscene in the quiet room.

“That’s one,” he muttered against her skin, smirking.

“Lu,” she warned, knowing what he was doing.

“Just one more,” he murmured, trailing kisses up to her neck, the spot that always made her breath stutter. He sucked there—slow and deep—and she let out the softest whimper, fingers tightening in his hair, tugging.

He groaned. Loud. Like she’d touched him somewhere filthy.

She ground down against him again, harder this time, dragging the damp fabric of his boxers along her heat. His hips bucked up into hers helplessly, need taking over.

“Fuck, I can feel you,” he said, voice raw. “You’re so wet.”

She bit her lip, eyes locked on his, hands sliding down his chest, slow and deliberate. “Take them off, then.”

His eyes widened.

“You—?”

“Take. Them. Off.”

He fumbled for a second—like his brain short-circuited—then yanked down his boxers, cock springing free, flushed and already leaking. He was thick and twitching under her, the tip red and glistening. She ran her fingers along the length, feather-light, watching him fall apart beneath her.

He moaned so loudly she had to cover his mouth with her hand, laughing softly.

“Shhh,” she whispered. “You want my RA to hear you begging?”

He nodded into her palm like a man possessed, eyes rolling back, hips jerking up into nothing.

She slid her shorts off slowly, keeping eye contact the whole time.

Luigi looked like he was watching the gates of heaven open just for him.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed, hands scrambling for her hips, “please let me—please, babe, I need you.”

“Yeah?” she asked, settling over him again, the head of his cock brushing against her entrance, making them both gasp. “Need me that bad?”

He nodded, desperate. “I’m gonna lose it. You don’t get it. I’ve been hard for hours, you—”

She sank down onto him, slow and smooth, cutting him off mid-whimper.

He choked on her name, grabbing her hips like he might fall apart if he didn’t hold on.

She rocked forward—slow, deep—and he swore, the most beautiful sound slipping from his throat as he filled her completely.

He filled her completely—deep, warm, throbbing—and for a second, they both just stayed there, breathing into the heat between their bodies. Her hands braced on his chest, his trembling on her waist like he didn’t trust himself not to flip her and lose his mind.

She leaned forward, kissing his temple, her voice honey-smooth and firm.

“You deserve this,” she whispered. “After the day you’ve had. Let me take care of you.”

Luigi whimpered again, almost overwhelmed. “Don’t say shit like that—please, I’ll come in five seconds.”

“Then don’t,” she said, rolling her hips slowly. “Be good for me.”

She moved with intention—slow, but deep. Every thrust deliberate, angled just right so he hit the spot inside her that made her eyes flutter and her breath catch. His jaw clenched beneath her, and she saw how hard he was trying to hold back, to stay still, to let her keep control.

“God, babe, please,” he breathed, face flushed and glistening. “You feel unreal—so tight, so warm—I can’t—”

“Shhh,” she cooed, dragging her nails gently down his chest. “I want you to feel everything. I want you to lose it.”

She started riding him harder now—still slow, but with more power behind it, hips snapping just a little sharper, the slick sound of their bodies filling the room. His head rolled back, and a guttural moan ripped out of him, low and broken.

Her fingers found his curls again, tugging hard enough to make his hips stutter up into her. He gasped.

“That’s it,” she said, voice husky. “Just like that.”

But then—

He snapped.

His hands clamped down on her thighs, and suddenly he was sitting up, mouth crashing into hers, tongue desperate, kisses messy and hungry.

“No,” he growled into her mouth, “I need more—I need you faster, harder, let me—please, let me—”

Before she could answer, he had her on her back, hoodie pooled beneath her shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist as he buried himself back inside her in one deep, punishing thrust.

“Lu!”

“I’ll make it up to you,” he groaned, hips pounding now, rhythm rougher, needier. “I swear, I just—I need you.”

Her nails raked down his back, lips parting in a cry she tried to muffle with her hand, but he caught her wrist and pinned it above her head, grinning like a man unhinged.

“Let them hear,” he whispered, teeth at her throat. “Let them hear who makes you sound like that.”

She choked on a moan as he angled deeper, stroking that perfect spot inside her over and over until she was arching off the mattress, gold chains tangling against her throat, her whole body lit up and trembling.

“You gonna come for me?” he breathed. “Let go for me, babe. I want to feel you.”

She barely managed to nod, her whole body tightening beneath him, her thighs clamping down.

And when she did—when she came around him, gasping his name like a prayer—he followed instantly, burying himself deep as his whole body shuddered, moaning so loud it echoed off the walls.

For a long, still moment, the only sounds were their heavy breathing, the distant hum of the hallway fan, and the quiet thud of his heartbeat against her chest.

She was still catching her breath, cheeks flushed, limbs soft and heavy, when Luigi leaned in and kissed her neck again—slow, sweet.

But the way his hands gripped her thighs said something else entirely.

“Lu,” she murmured, voice raw, “I thought you—”

“I’m not done,” he said, low and serious. “Not even close.”

Before she could answer, he flipped her onto her stomach, strong hands guiding her up onto her knees. Her cheek hit the pillow, hips up, back arched—exposed. Vulnerable. The way he wanted her.

“Lu…” she breathed, a warning and a whimper in one.

“You’ve been too sweet to me,” he muttered, eyes raking over her body like he was about to wreck her. “Let me have this.”

He grabbed her hips, pulled her back until her ass pressed flush against him. She could feel him—already hard again, still hot and heavy—pressed between her thighs.

He slid in with one slow, brutal thrust.

She gasped, gripping the sheets.

“Too much?” he asked, mock-sweet, hand sliding up her spine.

“You’re—Lu, slow down—”

But he didn’t.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her head down, cheek to the mattress, ass high.

“I said let me have this,” he growled.

Then he started moving—deep, relentless thrusts that sent her forward with each one. The slap of skin, the wet, obscene sounds between them, and her moans—half-choked into the pillow—filled the room like a storm had broken loose.

“You feel so good,” he rasped, voice fraying. “Taking me so deep, fuck—fuck, babe—”

She couldn’t answer. Could barely think. Her fingers clawed at the blankets, mouth open, eyes rolling back as he pounded into her harder, faster.

“Lu, please—please, you’re too—”

“Take it,” he snapped, hand smacking her ass once, hard. “You’re mine.”

She cried out, walls fluttering around him, body trembling from the overstimulation. Her hair clung to her back, sweat-damp and wild.

“I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, voice wild, rough, “and I’m not pulling out. You want that?”

She whimpered, legs shaking. “Yes—yes, Lu, please—”

“Fucking say it.”

“I want you to cum in me,” she gasped, words breaking as her body gave out beneath him. “I want it—need it—please, Luigi—”

That was it.

He slammed into her one last time, burying himself deep and holding her tight against him as he spilled inside her, moaning into her shoulder, hands gripping her like he never wanted to let go.

They stayed like that—connected, breathless, ruined.

And when he finally softened and pulled out, watching his release spill from between her thighs, he dropped beside her, chest still heaving.

“Jesus,” he whispered, dragging her against him, hand in her hair, kissing her temple. “I needed that more than food.”

She laughed—hoarse and dazed.

“Next time,” she murmured, “just tell me you’re mad.”

He grinned, exhausted and smug. “What, and miss out on this?”

•

The room had gone still. The only light came from the faint glow of her desk lamp and the hallway seeping through the bottom of the door. Luigi lay flat on his back, breath steadying, one arm tossed over his eyes like he’d been knocked out. His chest rose and fell in deep, slow waves.

She stirred beside him, legs still a little wobbly, skin flushed and glistening. She reached for the tissues on her nightstand, then paused—watching him for a second. The way his curls stuck to his forehead. The way his jaw relaxed when he wasn’t smirking or teasing. He looked peaceful. Wrecked, but peaceful.

She sat up, leaned over him, and started cleaning him up—slow, careful strokes. He twitched the first time, hips flinching slightly.

“Hey,” he murmured, voice rough from overuse. “Let me do that.”

“Shhh,” she said softly, wiping him down with gentle focus. “I got you.”

He looked up at her through half-lidded eyes, mouth parting at the way she touched him—not sexual now, just soothing. Reverent, even. Like she wanted him to feel cared for, not just spent.

Every few swipes, she’d kiss him. A kiss to his chest. His stomach. His hip bone.

Then, when she was done, she paused, letting her lips hover just above the head of his cock—soft now, but still sensitive, still slick from everything they’d shared. She kissed it. Barely there. Soft and warm and lingering.

Luigi moaned. Quiet, broken. Like even that final touch unraveled something inside him.

She smiled, then gently pulled his boxers back on, tugging them up his thighs and tucking him away like she was tucking in a secret.

“You’re trying to kill me again,” he whispered, voice hoarse.

“Just wanted to say goodnight.”

He laughed, sleepy and low. “That was a good night.”

She climbed back into bed with him, slipping under the covers, pulling him close. He immediately rolled toward her, throwing a leg over her hip, hand resting on her waist.

“You’re so good to me,” he whispered against her neck.

“You needed it.”

“I always need you.”

She kissed his forehead, then his cheek, then let her fingers drift up and down his spine until his breathing slowed again. And when he finally fell asleep, curled around her like gravity didn’t matter, she stayed awake just a few minutes longer.

Because no matter how cocky, needy, or bratty he got—this was her favorite version of him.

The quiet one who held her like she was home.

The Next Morning — 8:09 a.m.

The first thing she felt was warmth.

The second was weight—Luigi, practically draped over her like a human blanket, hoodie bunched up around his ribs, breath brushing against her collarbone. One of his legs tangled between hers. One arm around her waist. His curls soft and unruly, pressed against her cheek.

She blinked slowly, eyes adjusting to the morning light peeking through the window blinds. The air was still, peaceful. Her chest rose and fell under his, steady.

Without thinking, her fingers slid into his hair.

Instantly, he sighed.

Not even fully awake, and already melting.

A soft, muffled whine escaped his lips as her nails grazed his scalp. He didn’t move, didn’t lift his head—just nuzzled in closer like a cat in a sunbeam.

“Mmm,” he grumbled into her skin. “Don’t stop.”

“You’re such a baby,” she murmured, but her tone was affectionate. Her hand moved slower, curling a little deeper into his hair.

“I’m your baby,” he muttered, voice raspy and wrecked.

She smiled, letting her thumb graze the edge of his ear.

Then she felt it.

The hard press of him against her thigh. Not subtle. Not ignorable.

Her smile sharpened.

“Well, good morning,” she said, teasing. “You planning to do anything with that, or…?”

Luigi groaned, face immediately burying itself deeper into her neck.

“Don’t,” he whined, voice cracking. “It’s morning. I’m vulnerable.”

She laughed softly, kissing the top of his head. “You’re always vulnerable when I touch your hair.”

“You’re weaponizing it.”

“Maybe.”

Then, without warning, her hand slid down—slow, deliberate—over his back, down his side, until her fingers slipped under the waistband of his boxers.

He gasped, twitching against her.

“Babe—”

She grinned against his temple, her hand curling lightly around him. Not stroking yet. Just holding. Warm and gentle.

“You’re already so hard,” she whispered, voice dipping. “You always wake up like this?”

“I—fuck, not always,” he stuttered, hips jerking slightly. “Only when you’re in my bed. Or… I guess when I’m in yours.”

“Mmm.” She gave him the lightest squeeze. “You’re blushing.”

“I’m not—okay, I am. Jesus.”

She kissed his cheek, slow and warm, and started stroking—barely moving her hand, just enough to make him gasp again.

“You’re so sensitive,” she whispered. “Is this because of last night?”

“You broke me last night.”

“You liked it.”

“Obviously.”

He was already leaking, already whimpering softly into her skin, hands gripping her hip like he didn’t know where else to hold on.

“You wanna be good for me this morning?” she asked, teasing and sweet, her breath at his ear.

He nodded fast, breath catching.

“Then let me take care of you.”

“C’mon,” she whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Lay back for me.”

Luigi didn’t argue. Just blinked at her with sleepy, blown-out eyes and let her roll him onto his back, curls splayed over her pillow, hoodie riding up over his stomach. He looked so soft like this—raw from last night, chest still rising fast, eyes fluttering when her hand stayed between his legs.

“God, you’re already so worked up,” she whispered, her palm gliding over the thick length of him. He was hot, twitching in her hand, tip glistening with precum that smeared across her fingers as she stroked him slowly.

He choked out a breath. “Fuck, babe, please—”

“Shhh,” she cooed, kissing his jaw. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

She sat up on her knees beside him, eyes fixed on his flushed face as she wrapped her fingers around him fully now, pumping slow, deliberate strokes from base to tip. Her thumb swirled over the head, collecting the leaking mess and spreading it down with each pass.

Luigi’s head tipped back, his jaw slack, hands fisting the sheets like he didn’t know what else to do with himself.

“God, you feel so good,” he moaned, hips lifting into her hand. “I’m gonna—babe, I—”

“Not yet,” she said sweetly, giving a firmer stroke. “Just let me take care of you. You don’t need to do anything.”

He whined—actually whined—as her pace stayed slow but relentless, her wrist twisting just enough to make him twitch, over and over. His stomach tensed, thighs shaking.

She kissed his chest. His neck. His stomach.

“You’re so sensitive,” she whispered, loving the way he shivered. “Still full from last night, huh?”

He nodded quickly, unable to speak.

Her other hand cradled his hip, grounding him as he bucked up into her fist, moaning now—soft, desperate sounds tumbling out like he didn’t know how to hold them in.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” she murmured, lips brushing the shell of his ear.

“Y-yeah,” he gasped. “Yeah, I’m so close—please—don’t stop—”

She didn’t. She kept stroking him, a little faster now, the slick sounds getting louder as he spilled more over her fingers. His abs clenched, head thrown back, and he came with a broken cry—hot, thick ropes spilling across his stomach and her hand in messy, twitching pulses.

She didn’t stop touching him right away. Just slowed her strokes, coaxing every last drop from him as he trembled beneath her.

“Jesus,” he whispered, completely wrecked.

She kissed the inside of his thigh. “You’re so good for me.”

When he opened his eyes again, she was smiling down at him, wiping her hand on a tissue and already reaching for a clean one to gently clean his stomach. Like he was something delicate. Like she loved this part—caring for him when he could barely move.

“I don’t deserve you,” he mumbled, still dazed.

She kissed his cheek. “No, but you’ve got me anyway.”

He thought he was done.

Thought the handjob had drained every last bit of frustration and tension from his body. But then she kissed him again—slow, warm, one hand cupping his cheek and the other still resting on his thigh.

“You did so good for me,” she whispered, her lips brushing his. “But I wanna give you one more thing.”

Luigi blinked, dazed and flushed, lips parted. “One more?”

She smiled.

“Yeah,” she murmured. “Wanna see you fall apart for me again.”

She guided him to the edge of the bed, his legs spreading automatically as he sat. He looked down at her, brows already pulling together in anticipation, because he knew what she was about to do. She kissed his inner thigh, then the other, her hands sliding up the sides of his hips, fingers curling into the waistband of his boxers.

“Lay back,” she said softly, and he obeyed like it was instinct.

When she pulled his boxers down again, he was already starting to get hard—his cock flushed, still twitching, even after everything. His breath caught when she wrapped her hand around him again.

“I literally just came,” he muttered, voice wrecked.

She kissed the head of his cock. “And you’re already ready again. That’s so cute.”

“God,” he groaned, tossing his head back. “You’re evil.”

“You love me.”

He didn’t have time to respond.

Because she sank to her knees.

Right there in front of him, hair messy from sleep, gold jewelry catching the light, eyes warm and locked on his. She looked too angelic to be doing something so filthy—and that contrast made it even worse.

She started slow.

Tongue teasing around the head, soft sucks, the kind of gentle buildup that had him twitching in her hand again. But she didn’t stop there.

This time, she took him deeper.

All the way.

Luigi’s entire body tensed. His hands flew to the sheets, gripping them like he might fall off the planet.

“Holy fuck—” he choked, hips jerking.

She swallowed him down until her nose was pressed to his stomach, then pulled back just enough to drag her tongue along the underside—slow, firm, perfect.

His legs spread wider, his brows pulling tight, tongue sliding out to lick the corner of his mouth like he couldn’t even think straight.

“Babe—” he gasped. “I—I can’t— you’ve never—fuck—fuck.”

She moaned around him, and the vibrations made him whimper.

His hand reached out, trembling, threading through her hair. Not guiding—just holding. Like he needed something to keep him grounded.

“You’re gonna make me cum so fast,” he groaned. “That’s not fair—fuck, it’s not fair—”

But she was smiling.

She pulled off just long enough to say, “I want it. Wanna taste you.”

Then she went back down—deeper, hungrier—lips flushed, cheeks hollowing as she sucked him hard and slow, hand stroking what she couldn’t fit until he was panting, twitching, leaking all over her tongue.

Luigi looked completely wrecked.

Eyebrows drawn, cheeks flushed red, abs flexing with every pass of her mouth. He looked down at her like he couldn’t believe this was real, like his brain had short-circuited halfway through processing what she was doing.

“Baby—” he warned, voice breaking. “I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna—I’m cumming—”

She didn’t pull back.

She took it.

Every last drop, swallowing him as he came hard, his moans cracking in his throat as his hips jerked helplessly. His hand clenched in her hair, body shaking, completely undone.

When he finally opened his eyes again, she was looking up at him—smug and sweet, licking her lips.

He stared.

“You just… swallowed all of it.”

She shrugged, wiping her mouth. “You taste good.”

He blinked again, then let his head fall back with a groan. “You are literally going to kill me.”

She climbed back into bed beside him, kissing his cheek, then nuzzling into his neck.

“You can nap,” she whispered. “I’ll protect you.”

He wrapped an arm around her without a word, still dazed, still hard-breathing, totally spent.

And smiling.

9:12 a.m. — Her Dorm Room

Luigi was sitting half-dressed on the edge of her bed, hoodie halfway over his head, eyes glassy like he’d just come back from war. Because, in a way, he had.

“Are you ever gonna recover?” she asked, amused, as she tossed him a clean pair of socks.

He caught them clumsily. “You swallowed and then looked at me like it was nothing. I need time.”

“You’ve had time,” she said, pulling on her sweatshirt and smoothing her hair into a clip. “Now put your pants on. I’m making eggs.”

“I’m gonna marry you,” he muttered, tugging his sweatpants up. “I’m still weak. You’re feeding me. It’s over. I’m locked in.”

She leaned down to kiss his forehead. “You’ve been locked in. I just like spoiling you.”

He gave a broken sigh and collapsed back on the bed.

“You’re a menace.”

“And you love it.”

•

She worked fast, already cracking eggs and dropping toast into her tiny dorm toaster. Luigi hovered nearby like a six-foot golden retriever, arms wrapped around her waist from behind, hoodie sleeves bunched at the elbows. He kept his face buried in her shoulder, occasionally pressing lazy kisses to her neck.

“Do you need something?” she asked without looking up.

“You,” he mumbled. “Always.”

She shook her head, trying not to laugh. “Eat your breakfast and behave.”

He tightened his arms around her. “I can’t. You blew me. Literally. I’m emotionally compromised.”

“Luigi.”

“You were on your knees, babe. I saw God.”

Walk to the Café

They finally made it out the door after she forced him to brush his teeth, fix his hair, and pack his laptop. Now they were walking across Locust Walk, the early campus buzz already kicking in—students heading to class, coffee cups everywhere, bikes whirring past.

Luigi had one hand on the strap of his backpack. The other was locked around her waist.

She wore her usual soft, clean-scented perfume. Gold hoops, layered necklaces, everything about her perfectly put together. He looked like someone who’d barely survived something spiritual—and couldn’t stop smiling about it.

“You’re being clingy,” she said, glancing up at him.

“You rearranged my soul, you don’t get to be surprised I want to hold you.”

“People are staring.”

“They’re just jealous.”

He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, pulled her close, and kissed her full on the mouth. Not rushed. Not casual. Just firm and affectionate—his way of telling the world she was his, and he was so fine with that.

She blinked up at him, lips flushed. “That was… a lot.”

“I’m still blushing.”

“You should be.”

He grinned and nudged her forward. “C’mon. You’ve got me addicted to that café croissant. And I need something to help me recover from the best morning of my life.”

She rolled her eyes and laced their fingers together. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Unbelievably in love with you.”

The café was buzzing with the late-morning crowd—students in hoodies and slippers, laptops open, espresso machines hissing nonstop. The smell of fresh coffee and buttery pastries wrapped around them as they stepped inside, hand in hand.

She was scanning the pastry case when someone called out from the corner.

“Hey! There she is!”

She turned, instinctively smiling—two girls from her environmental chem class waving her over. One had a UPenn tote slung over her shoulder, the other was halfway through a matcha.

“Didn’t think you were making it out of your dorm today,” one of them said, smirking as they walked up.

“We saw your notes on the group doc,” the other chimed in. “So organized, as always. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Thanks,” she said, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “I was just—”

That’s when one of them paused, eyes zeroing in just below her jaw.

“Oh my god, is that a—”

Her friend leaned in. “Yep. That’s a hickey.”

The grin that bloomed on their faces was instant. They turned their gaze—like radar—toward Luigi, who was standing right behind her, hands casually resting on her hips, expression completely unbothered.

“Hi,” one said, lips twitching. “You must be Luigi.”

“Guilty,” he said smoothly, not even trying to hide the smug little grin tugging at his lips.

She let out a scandalized laugh and covered her neck with one hand. “You guys are so annoying—”

“Oh, we’re annoying?” one of them shot back, grinning. “You’re the one walking around like you just got ruined.”

Luigi let out a low chuckle behind her, pressing his mouth to her temple like he might say something—but she cut him off by grabbing his hand and dragging him toward the counter.

“Okay, that’s enough,” she muttered, cheeks flaming as she half-hid her face in his chest. “They’re not gonna let me live.”

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, hands resting just above her stomach.

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” he whispered in her ear. “Also… that was 100% on purpose. That spot under your ear? Mine now.”

“Luigi.”

“Say it.”

“No.”

He grinned into her hair. “Fine. I’ll earn another one later.”

She elbowed him lightly, stepping up to the counter to order. Still half-curled into him, still red-faced. But she didn’t pull away.

If anything, she held him tighter.

3:17 p.m. — Van Pelt Library, Third Floor Study Room

The study group was deep in work mode—laptops open, highlighters out, phones face-down, cold brew sweating on the table. A mix of bio majors, engineering kids, and one poli sci friend pretending to belong. Pages rustled, keyboards clicked, and the occasional ugh punctuated the low hum of productivity.

Luigi sat directly across from her.

He wore his glasses now—thin-framed, slightly crooked from being shoved in his backpack—and his curls were pulled back with a lazy claw clip she’d given him. He was focused, lips pursed, typing with sharp precision as his code scrolled fast.

She was beside him, eyes flicking between her textbook and her laptop, pen tapping absently.

For a while, they behaved.

Then it started.

It was subtle at first—his knee brushing hers under the table, then staying there. Her ankle slid between his legs a few minutes later. His foot nudged hers in response, and she didn’t look up, didn’t smile—just let it happen.

Ten minutes later, her phone buzzed beside her.

from Luigi:

you’re not slick with that foot.

but don’t stop.

She smirked, typed without looking at him.

to Luigi:

you’re already hard again, aren’t you?

She saw his throat move as he swallowed, then shifted in his seat. He didn’t reply. Just looked down at his screen, but she could see the flush creeping up his neck.

Five minutes passed. Then—

from Luigi:

stop.

i’m trying to not get caught.

you’re evil.

i want you so bad it’s actually painful.

She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing, then wrote one last message.

to Luigi:

keep your hands to yourself, or I’ll take you to the bathroom and make it worse.

He blinked. Set his phone down. Adjusted his glasses. Looked at her like she’d just whispered filth in his ear in front of everyone.

That’s when one of the girls from the group looked up.

“Okay,” she said, pointing between them, “what is going on right now?”

They both froze.

“What?” she said innocently, scribbling a note in the margin of her reading.

“You two keep texting each other and blushing. Luigi hasn’t looked up in twenty minutes, and you keep kicking him under the table.”

Luigi sat back slowly, blinking behind his glasses.

“Studying,” he said too quickly. “Just—concentrating.”

The poli sci friend raised an eyebrow. “You’re vibrating, bro.”

“I—I code fast,” he said, adjusting his glasses again. “It’s a thing.”

One of the guys snorted. “Y’all are so not slick.”

She leaned into Luigi’s side, her hand brushing his thigh under the table as she looked up at the group.

“We’re just productive,” she said sweetly. “Right, Lu?”

He turned scarlet. “Mmhmm.”

She reached under the table again. He choked on air.

“Studying,” she reminded him with a grin, voice low.

“I hate you,” he muttered, eyes squeezed shut, shifting in his seat again.

She kissed his cheek. “Liar.”

•

The study group had scattered—half to the vending machines, a couple to refill water bottles, and one kid muttering something about protein bars and disappearing entirely. The break window opened like a gift.

She grabbed Luigi’s hand and tugged.

“C’mon.”

He blinked, flustered. “Wait—where are we—?”

“Five minutes.”

That was all it took.

They slipped down the narrow stairwell, past the half-lit corridors of second-floor stacks, weaving between dusty shelves and untouched archives. She pulled him into a back corner with no cameras, no windows, and just enough shadow.

The second they stopped moving, she pushed him back against the shelf and kissed him—hard.

His hands flew to her waist like instinct, but he was already breathless, already undone just from the look in her eyes.

“God, I’ve been going crazy,” he murmured between kisses. “You can’t just text me shit like that and expect me to focus.”

“You weren’t supposed to focus,” she said, kissing down his jaw. “I wanted you desperate.”

“You succeeded.”

She kissed him again—deeper this time. Tongue brushing his, slow and hot.

Then she sucked it into her mouth, moaning low in her throat.

Luigi whimpered.

Actually whimpered.

His hips twitched forward against her, and she felt it—long, hard, straining through his gym shorts.

She pulled back just enough to glance down, eyes going right to the prominent outline pressing against the thin fabric. Clear as day.

“Lu,” she whispered, tilting her head, smirking. “You’re already this hard?”

“You—fuck, babe—”

He rocked into her slightly, hands gripping her hips now, eyes fluttering. His head hit the shelf behind him with a dull thunk.

She reached down, palmed him through his shorts, just once.

He gasped.

“Someone’s sensitive,” she teased. “Still sore from this morning?”

He groaned, biting his lip hard. “Yes. And you’re making it worse.”

She leaned in, kissed just below his ear, voice like velvet.

“Good.”

Then her teeth grazed his neck—lightly—and her hand gave him one more slow, teasing stroke over his waistband.

He was panting now, trying to keep his voice down, hips shifting like he couldn’t help it. “You’re gonna kill me in a library.”

She pressed her body into his, lips brushing his again.

“Then die quiet.”

Luigi was flushed, breathing hard, his glasses sliding slightly down his nose as her hand left him aching and half-hard beneath his shorts. Her lips were swollen, pupils wide, and for a second—just a second—he thought maybe she’d give in.

He leaned in, hands sliding to her hips, thumbs slipping just beneath the hem of her shirt.

“What if,” he whispered, lips brushing hers, “I just pulled these down—” one thumb slid under the waistband of her shorts “—and ate you out right here?”

Her breath caught.

Her hand flew up to his chest, firm. “Lu.”

“No one would hear. You’d stay quiet for me, right?” he said, voice low and smug, mouth at her jaw now. “Just five minutes. I’d make you cum so hard you’d forget what class you’re in.”

Her thighs clenched. Hard.

But she shoved him back—lightly, but serious.

“Absolutely not. We’re not getting kicked out of the damn library because your dick can’t wait,” she hissed, adjusting her clothes, eyes still wild. “I’m not that crazy.”

He grinned, all mischief and flushed lips. “I think you’re a little crazy.”

“Luigi.”

“Okay, okay,” he said, hands raised in surrender, though his eyes were still locked on her like she was the only thing that existed. “I’ll behave.”

She gave him one last look—stern, heated, flushed—and turned on her heel, leading him back out of the stacks.

They walked fast, not speaking.

He trailed behind her, smiling to himself.

•

4:21 p.m. — Back in the Study Room

They slipped back into the room like nothing happened—her brushing a hand through her hair, him adjusting his hoodie. A few people glanced up. One girl clocked the way Luigi was definitely red in the face.

She sat down first. He took the seat beside her.

For a few seconds, it was quiet.

Then he leaned over, mouth close to her ear.

Voice like sin.

“Can’t wait to get you back in my mouth tonight.”

Her pen slipped right out of her hand.

She turned to glare at him, but he was already looking at his screen, completely composed, like he hadn’t just whispered something that set her whole body on fire.

She stared ahead, trying to focus.

Her ears were bright red.

And across the table, someone muttered under their breath, “Y’all are insufferable.”

Luigi smiled without looking up.

“Productive,” he said smoothly. “We’re just productive.”

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜

It hit the limit so I’ll post a part 2 in a few days. I already have it done, but I won’t keep yall waiting too long. Thanks for reading 💖

[perennialiris]

A dark mode without JavaScript

I’ve by now been warned that the reason I had issue with a previous tumblr account may have been because I put some JavaScript onto my page. I knew Tumblr didn’t let us put JavaScript onto custom pages—I didn’t know why, but the alert came up if you tried—but there was no warning or anything when I added it to my main theme.

The JavaScript I added was just a function for a checkbox. It added a class to the body element, thus enabling some CSS for a ‘dark mode’ reader. But it doesn’t matter what the function did, you’re just not supposed to be using JavaScript at all. But Tumblr can’t just have a strict thing on their database that says “if page contains javascript, deny”, because there’s literally scripts in their own default theme. So I don’t know how this works. The detection must be less straightforward.

Weeks ago, not knowing why I couldn’t use messages and didn’t show up in search even for people following me, I made a new account, copied my custom theme onto it, started posting, and within a few hours I realized it was shadowbanned again, already. It’s possible I just instantly re-triggered whatever system they have in place by putting on the same script I was already using. It was only then I started trying to figure out what I did wrong, and after realizing it could’ve been the JavaScript the whole time, I made this account, did all the HTML and CSS changes I wanted, but haven’t added a line of JavaScript.

And so far, I’m good. This isn’t an airtight proof—it could still be a coincidence—but that does really make it seem like JavaScript was the issue. And if it was, then what the fuck? It’s effectively a secret rule, not indicated to me anywhere, and which punished me quietly without notifying me that was the issue? I know people make fun of this place for not being run well at times, but god damn.

It’s possible to implement a dark mode just using CSS. It just might not be as obvious how, and it’s a bit trickier because you need the element that triggers it to be in a specific spot in your DOM, i.e. next to an element that either is or contains everything you want to manipulate. Then you can use a sibling selector to apply rules only to things that appear next to the trigger (a checkbox is easiest).

Where that checkbox appears on-screen can then be manipulated by setting its position to absolute or fixed; it just needs to be a sibling of the container in the DOM structure.

So here’s what I did. Put a checkbox right before the “posts” container in your theme.

Then that checkbox can be made invisible. Just give it display:none. The element still ‘exists’ in a magical sense, but it doesn’t get rendered in the document. Then put a label somewhere on the page that links to this checkbox. I put mine in my nav. Unlike the checkbox, the label can be anywhere.

This isn’t a link, meaning it doesn’t highlight when you hover or click it, but you can just put it in an empty link element if you want it to look like one.

Then you just make whatever changes you want this checkbox to be activating by applying it to the posts container after the checkbox when it has the :checked pseudo-class.

[salty-dracon]

me: okay, just two tasks left before I launch the neocities site. the first is coding a css file, javascript file, and html template for the short story library, and the second is writing the last lore page and making sure that the lore lines up with the hints, the pages you can find them, and the way you find them in the site's "story"

me to me: ALSO MAKE PIXEL ART SIGNS

me: god damn it SHUT UP

[mr-wolfenstein]

Act VII

Day 15

Today is Pain in Every Possible way.....

I kept the Vibes As Royal As Possible, it Consumed me, But I survived....

Today is A Land Mark 🚩

Module 4 is Done in JavaScript...🚩🚩🚩🚩

كان اصعب Module او تقدر تقول اكتر واحد كان ممل للغاية. كان بيشرح ازاي ال Js بتشتغل. وده كان زي Module كل نظري بيتكلم عن ال Stack و ال Heap و شوية حجات كانت بتخليني مع التعب عاوز انام.

لحد ما خلصت ودخلت علي ال Module الجديد اللي هو Data Structure وده حقيقي حسسني اني بعمل حاجة مرة تانية.

علي مستوي الشغف.

النهاردة كنت فاقد الشغف بكل التفاصيل. يعني كنت بذاكر وانا مش ليا نفس. كنت في الشغل بخلص كل المواقف اللي معايا عشان محدش يكلمني ف الاجازة. كنت عاوز استسلم النهاردة وارتاح.

بس اقدر اقول اني بكل ثقة. I did very well on my worst day. و ده كان تحدي صعب. بس انا شخص مش بيقبل بالانهزام تحت اي ظرف. العند عندي فالنقطة دي بلغ منتهاه.

طبعا ال overthinking كان مبهدلني بس انا رغم كل التعب افضل حل لل overthinking هو ال physical activity. و هنا خرجت اجري.

I fucked the shit out of myself. I ran so god damn hard. I felt total pain in every inch of my body, Yet I kept going.

Surrender is not an option in my Heroic life....

بكره خلاص نازل اجازة. واخيرا bye bye اسيوط. و هرجع بيتي. و هذاكر هناك براحتي و هشرب premium coffee.

مره سمعت Andrew Tate بيقول انت ازاي عندك وقت تكتئب وتزعل؟ انت ازاي اصلا بتلاقي وقت بدل ما تشتغل وتبقي the best version of yourself ليه بتضيع الوقت في الحجات اللي ملهاش اي لزمة.

هو حقيقي عنده حق. انا نفسييتي يمكن احسن بسبب اني انجزت النهاردة. و kept the Progress Royal و لو كنت استسلمت للنفسية الزفت مكنتش انجزت شي�� وكانت النفسية هتكون اسوء.

To Be Royally Continued Mr. Act V

[shotazai]

java is one of my favorites too (and my first language ^_^) i know it can be a bit ornery but its just so straightforward to me <3 i love writing stuff in java

i love html and css too! i find it really fun to try and create graphics just using them. i know javascript too, and javascript really isn't that bad but... i just don't like working in it compared to java LOL java my beloved

i want to learn rust too! i also want to learn python, c#, and c++ :) n i think its really impressive that you know PHP and actually like it... i may ask for a PHP info dump in the near feature :3c

i agree that syd is very java* core LOL i can't believe i never thought about that before!!! i can def see them writing in those languages. i bet they fix whatever computer system in the library by themselves. sydney, the backbone of the library computers i salute them

YOU'RE BACK YAYAYAY!!!!

HTML and CSS are so fun too!! i absolutely love web dev as well, it can be pretty frustrating but it's so nice to see everything come together when it does! though i struggle with anything above simple functions in JavaScript. JS my beloathed/lh

Pug and SCSS are offshoots of HTML and CSS respectively that i see a lot on Codepen that i plan on checking out because they seem really really useful and nice to use!! you should totally check em out too if you like web dev!

Python is so so fun to use, i really recommend checking it out. fun, and really damn useful! i'm a little more hesitant when it comes to learning the C languages, i do have this aversion to proprietary software and languages, but all power to you! C++ is widespread and versatile, plus a main Unity/Godot language, so i would say it'll be pretty damn useful!

i'll have to brush up on some PHP skillz but yes, absolutely, PHP infodump in the future!

oh my god absolutely. Syd is absolutely secretly a programming whiz. i mean he's absolutely read almost every book in that damn library, you telling me none of those books were programming books? he's absolutely the librarian's tech support guy, he also definitely has a NeoCities, come on. website for book reviews and maybe journaling his experiences in the Temple, he would he would. mans singlehandedly digitised the library database one morning, change my mind.

bkjg5fdx yeah! you are giving me a lot of thoughts, thank you so much for messaging me anon

[boyfhee]

hmm, jay fic?? write it and you shall submit. i will be waiting for it, hehe. even i want to start a writing account for enha but i dont know what to post first T_T i have a text au and a headcanon, tell me which one should i post first :0

hope your bro does well in his 10th ✌🏼 tell him to not waste these next months, but hasnt the difficulty level for 10th graders decreased too?? i hate this education system. for us, 70% of syllabus was removed and people say you guys didn't write the exams 😭

hanuman chalisa haha, even if i have god by my side. i would be scared too. lmao how can a jaw chase her... noo that is so funny 😂 i mean i cant handle the smell of rotten food and what would i or you do with cadaver 🥲 i dont know. i regret everyday that why i havent chosen bipc 😔

i know apathorax from arjun reddy movie 😶 is it what it is?? help i dont even remember. isnt it beside the chest of a human?? the flesh part?? tell me tell me. well i havent been interested into coding but i need to start to learn how to code.

since you said you have coded, tell me the basic coding languages i need to know + how your teachers taught you caelin! i badly want tips to learn. like i have so many reels saved on my ig about coding + tips

same pinch, but i have been stanning them since on era and i think i was a hardcore fan until they dropped butter. i lost interest because same, their music started to change and started concentrating on the west. soo, i used to love the old bts caelin :(

hell no!!! when i used to watch yuzuru hanyu skating videos, i got into figure skating and then random videos used to pop up, even i used to know sunghoon before he debuted 🥲 i didnt watch like all of his performances but watched the best ones in his career ^^ he grew up so well.

yup!!! when fever was dropped, engenes knew it was a banger. damn it everyone on twitter asked whose song was this and engenes were like, huhu its enhypen \(^_^)/ hooray hahga. even i agree with you fever was and is the best bside i have ever heard from them.

this already long so i will continue in the next ask :3

— lover club anon <33

jay fic was posted, i hope it reached you well ^^ also, good luck with starting a writing account omg .. you can start with texts since they are a quick read and attract more audience !!! however, headcanons aren't bad either ... it really is your choice :O

i will tell him to do well in 10th, although he wastes all his time playing valo / forza horizon TT i don't know how easy or difficult the school exams have gotten, i've been so out of the loop ever since i graduated >< hope your sister does well too in boards ^_^

and omg bipc is fun but i'm sure pcm is just as interesting :O you have a fear of blood and needles so maybe you weren't meant for the OT but rather for doing other big things in like ... let's be positive !!! also, i think you mean apothorax ?? it's part of thorax containing heart and lungs ^^ i was studying about mediastinum today .. it's too much to take in. there's so much information and so little space in my brain .. sometimes i wonder if i will be able to remember all the things _ _;

also, i studied coding in highschool so i don't know how helpful my tips will be for college since you're definitely going to learn much much more there :O i think html css is basic and important ( for example, tumblr's who website theme and post format is based on html css ) javascript, python are important too since they're in demand. i'm afraid we didn't learn a lot in school except what was in theory .. didn't have many lab sessions and the most we did was python and html css since that was the main focus ( i hate python like whatever the hell that is ... )

i also started with hanyu !!! and then came across cha junhwan, yuna kim, ilia malinin and all though the international tournaments and all. i remember being so interested in fs, i watched the 4cc tournaments during classes TT i actually came across sunghoon through junhwan, watched his videos and then moved on like .. i didn't see him at the competitions so i thought he quit :O never looked him up for me to know he was a trainee / idol

AND YEAH fever is truly the queen, i can never get tired of it. border : carnival in itself is an amazing album. what's your fav album of them so far? fav b-side and title tracks? i need to know ><

[loser-brain]

I— once again... hate new users that came from Twitter.

It's literally just a positivity post calm down. Plus how many times do we have to tell you there is no algorithm on Tumblr!

LITERALLY, THE ONLY WAY THAT POST CAN SHOW UP ON YOUR DASHBOARD IS IF SOMEONE YOU FOLLOWED REBLOGGED IT.

it will not popped up on its own. PLUS that "engagement bait" post WAS MADE IN 2019. CHILL THE FUCK OUT. MY GOD.

So many comments in the replies being like "will not engage in bait post..." (all of them from what I could see were all from individuals from 2022-2023) just SHUT THE FUCK UP. NO ONE IS HOLDING A GUN TO YOUR HEAD AND SAYING "REBLOG THIS SHIT NOW!"

It's honestly really sad that we made Tumblr a space where YOU get to decide what goes on your blog and what's not. And then we get these people that have to spread hate and annoyance.

Am I spreading hate and annoyance and being a hypocrite by making this post? Yes, yes I am. BECAUSE IT'S SO GOD DAMN ANNOYING SEEING THESE PEOPLE OPEN THEIR MOUTHS AND IT'S JUST THAT OR SOMETHING NEGATIVE.

You can just... not engage because, buddy, like I said, there is no algorithm, so you're just being an ass to OP for making a post to spread positivity.

Tumblr should really bring back javascript and not by asking them to have it like BRING THAT SHIT BACK SO THESE MOBILE IDIOTS CAN KNOW THE REAL EXPERIENCE ON HAVING YOUR OWN SPACE AND ACTUALLY BE FREE AND NOT BE AN ASS.

[foone]

God damn it I spelled his name wrong the first time and double checked and went back and fixed it and apparently fixed it to the wrong thing!

Fuck it, I'm putting it on the list! I'm

1. Homophobia

2. Cryptocurrency

3. Invented Javascript

4. Has a stupid-ass name that I can't spell

Screw you Brondun Eich

I see people talking about the Brave browser in the whole Firefox vs chrome debate, and while people rightly point out that it's just chromium and that they do shady cryptocurrency shit, I never see anyone point out that Brave's founder and CEO is Brandan Eich.

He founded Brave after massive protests against him becoming CEO of Mozilla, resigning after 11 days. And the reason for those protests? He donated a lot of money to the Prop 8 campaign to ban gay marriage.

So just remember: it's not just another chromium fork, it's not just a browser with cryptocurrency bullshit, it's also the browser founded by a homophobe because he got kicked out of his former organization for being a homophobe.

Also, he invented Javascript. I'm willing to believe that maybe he has grown on the gay marriage issue, and made amends for his former mistakes. But Javascript cannot be forgiven.

[guzsdaily]

Good Code is Boring

Daily Blogs 358 - Oct 28th, 12.024

Something I started to notice and think about, is how much most good code is kinda boring.

Clever Code

Go (or "Golang" for SEO friendliness) is my third or fourth programming language that I learned, and it is somewhat a new paradigm for me.

My first language was Java, famous for its Object-Oriented Programming (OOP) paradigms and features. I learned it for game development, which is somewhat okay with Java, and to be honest, I hardly remember how it was. However, I learned from others how much OOP can get out of control and be a nightmare with inheritance inside inheritance inside inheritance.

And then I learned JavaScript after some years... fucking god. But being honest, in the start JS was a blast, and I still think it is a good language... for the browser. If you start to go outside from the standard vanilla JavaScript, things start to be clever. In an engineering view, the ecosystem is really powerful, things such as JSX and all the frameworks that use it, the compilers for Vue and Svelte, and the whole bundling, and splitting, and transpiling of Rollup, ESBuild, Vite and using TypeScript, to compile a language to another, that will have a build process, all of this, for an interpreted language... it is a marvel of engineering, but it is just too much.

Finally, I learned Rust... which I kinda like it. I didn't really make a big project with it, just a small CLI for manipulating markdown, which was nice and when I found a good solution for converting Markdown AST to NPF it was a big hit of dopamine because it was really elegant. However, nowadays, I do feel like it is having the same problems of JavaScript. Macros are a good feature, but end up being the go-to solution when you simply can't make the code "look pretty"; or having to use a library to anything a little more complex; or having to deal with lifetimes. And if you want to do anything a little more complex "the Rust way", you will easily do head to head with a wall of skill-issues. I still love it and its complexity, and for things like compiler and transpilers it feels like a good shot.

Going Go

This year I started to learn Go (or "Golang" for SEO friendliness), and it has being kinda awesome.

Go is kinda like Python in its learning curve, and it is somewhat like C but without all the needing of handling memory and needing to create complex data structured from scratch. And I have never really loved it, but never really hated it, since it is mostly just boring and simple.

There are no macros or magic syntax. No pattern matching on types, since you can just use a switch statement. You don't have to worry a lot about packages, since the standard library will cover you up to 80% of features. If you need a package, you don't need to worry about a centralized registry to upload and the security vulnerability of a single failure point, all packages are just Git repositories that you import and that's it. And no file management, since it just uses the file system for packages and imports.

And it feels like Go pretty much made all the obvious decisions that make sense, and you mostly never question or care about them, because they don't annoy you. The syntax doesn't get into your way. And in the end you just end up comparing to other languages' features, saying to yourself "man... we could save some lines here" knowing damn well it's not worth it. It's boring.

You write code, make your feature be completed in some hours, and compile it with go build. And run the binary, and it's fast.

Going Simple

And writing Go kinda opened a new passion in programming for me.

Coming from JavaScript and Rust really made me be costumed with complexity, and going now to Go really is making me value simplicity and having the less moving parts are possible.

I am becoming more aware from installing dependencies, checking to see their dependencies, to be sure that I'm not putting 100 projects under my own. And when I need something more complex but specific, just copy-and-paste it and put the proper license and notice of it, no need to install a whole project. All other necessities I just write my own version, since most of the time it can be simpler, a learning opportunity, and a better solution for your specific problem. With Go I just need go build to build my project, and when I need JavaScript, I just fucking write it and that's it, no TypeScript (JSDoc covers 99% of the use cases for TS), just write JS for the browser, check if what you're using is supported by modern browsers, and serve them as-is.

Doing this is really opening some opportunities to learn how to implement solutions, instead of just using libraries or cumbersome language features to implement it, since I mostly read from source-code of said libraries and implement the concept myself. Not only this, but this is really making me appreciate more standards and tooling, both from languages and from ecosystem (such as web standards), since I can just follow them and have things work easily with the outside world.

The evolution

And I kinda already feel like this is making me a better developer overhaul. I knew that with an interesting experiment I made.

One of my first actual projects was, of course, a to-do app. I wrote it in Vue using Nuxt, and it was great not-gonna-lie, Nuxt and Vue are awesome frameworks and still one of my favorites, but damn well it was overkill for a to-do app. Looking back... more than 30k lines of code for this app is just too much.

And that's what I thought around the start of this year, which is why I made an experiment, creating a to-do app in just one HTML file, using AlpineJS and PicoCSS.

The file ended up having just 350 files.

Today's artists & creative things Music: Torna a casa - by Måneskin

© 2024 Gustavo "Guz" L. de Mello. Licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0

[yayroos]

god damn generative 'AI' statistical language model bullshit.

min the world of web dev there are a lot of bad sources for trying to learn how CSS, HTML and JS work. There's just a lot of noise. Ad riddled blogs featuring garbage pulled together by machines that is incoherent to read but floats to the top of search results because SEO is a game you can win by drowning out the good stuff with a tidal wave of nonsense.

The shining beacon of a trustworthy and reliable source amongst all that is MDN. The Mozilla Developer Network. (yea, Mozilla as in firefox, they do a bunch of stuff)

MDN features plaintext explanations of every single feature and function in HTML, CSS and JavaScript. It's accurate, up to date, and informative.

They just decided to slap GPT generated hot garbage into every page. The code examples now come with an AI Explain button that reveals a generated summary of what the code does that is in a lot of cases incorrect, and in some directly contradicts the text of the article itself.

So. Nice one Mozilla. You've successfully bought in to the 'AI' brainrot and killed the best set of tech docs on the web.

Someone remind me to keep an eye out for firefox forks in case they decide their browser needs this crap embedded in it too.

[tiredsmashbros]

EEEEEEEEEEEEE OHUIJREDCSXZUHJK THIS IS CUTE???? I LOVE THIS 9UIGHBJKNFEDWSXZ IDK WHERE TO START GUH THE SILLY LIL TONGUE STICKIN OUT WITH CUTE ROSEY CHEEKS AND GUHH THE DRINK!!!! GLOU GLOU UIHKJBREFDSXZ im def drawing that drink i love the idea of tsb drinkin french drinks/soda GYIHJBEDCS HAHAHAHA BUT LORD THE COLORING ON THIS LOOKS SO SATISFYING AND I LOVE PEN DRAWINGS SO MUCH WITH THE NICE TEXTURE ON THE BLIE AND I LOVE THE LIGHT GREY SHADE MY BOY'S HAIR AAAAA UOIGHKBJVEDCSX THIS IS SO ADORABLE AND RAAAUGIHJBWDS I LOVE FOLKS DRAWING BRO WITH PEACE SIGNS OR ANY HAND LANGUAGE ITS JUST SO GREAT ITS ALL SO GREAT IM FEELING GREAT OH MY GOD

this is healing my brain from staring at javascript coding for 8 hrs oh my god thank you so much for the lovely gift i genuinely hope u enjoyed drawing the man for ur first time bC DAMN this is adorable!!!!!!!! QWQ 💛💛💛💛💛💛

I never drew TSB yet but I really wanted to cause I admire you a lot @tiredsmashbros !!!

I'm so happy whenever you like one of my posts ngl

[izicodes]

My breaking point.

Today is the day I just learnt that JavaScript, Python... every other programming language I've played with... all have breakpoints built-in.

I thought it was just C#. I thought it was only C# in Visual Studio.

I'm literally so dumb. This is how I found out:

"Damn, I wish I could breakpoint to find out what's wrong with the JS code... it's not hitting the function here for some reason..."

"Hold on..."

*Hovers to the side of the code*

*A red dot appears*

"Oh my sugar cakes God!?!"

Better I know now than later, thank you. We all make mistakes. I'm only human.

[infiltracion]

INTEL 🞂 FILE 003 🞂 HOBBIES & SKILLS.

starting off with the most obvious hobby of her’s: tech. since she was a child, sombra has always been interested by tech. her fascination began at very young age when she was given an old, dingy laptop for school assignments. she definitely snuck it out of the school and kept it for herself to use in the orphanage. this was where she began to learn her most valuable skills - programming (aka hacking) and social engineering. you can learn so much on the internet! (derogatory)

her strong suit has always been in software- she learned the inner workings of a computer and how to troubleshoot any problem, get into places she wasn’t meant to go without getting caught, hide her location, etc.. if you give her a program and tell her to figure it out, she can tell you everything about it within the hour.

that doesn’t mean she doesn’t know about hardware, though. the intricacies of hardware was something she picked up soon after her interest in hacking was sparked. she began by dismantling and reassembling electronic devices like phones, tablets, cameras, computers. much of her late childhood was spent learning as much as she possibly could on her own about how these things worked the way they did. it was during this very experimental phase where she created the first prototype of what would eventually become the cybernetics she has today.

she is also canonically skilled enough with hardware to use the schematics of lena's chronal accelerator to create her own version of it that essentially teleports her which means not only did she had to understand the complex tech that went behind the workings of the accelerator, but she knew enough to modify it for her own purposes. also, pretty sure she's one of the only people who's figured out teleporter tech for her own use besides satya unless i'm forgetting somebody.

related to the above, she can type absurdly fast. like god DAMN everybody is lucky she tends to use touchscreen keys because if you get her on a mechanical keyboard it sounds like a constant keysmash. basing this off of myself because everybody constantly says i sound like this and im at a 130wpm speed so. she's probably around there or faster.

she knows so many coding languages she literally learned these for fun as a kid. javascript? she’s probably developed her own coding language for her personal systems too.

next hobby… so i know this is a punch to the face but just. i think she likes classic literature. shakespeare shit. is this because there's a potential reference to her in havana on one specific screen where they quoted twelfth night, specifically a scene with the character olivia? absolutely! i don't need to justify this! she also likes sci-fi and the like, which is a given, and she has so many opinions on it. don't get her started

anyways, i think that sombra’s favorite subjects in school were spanish, art, science and math. in spanish class they read and wrote plenty of literature and she found herself really enjoying the older stuff. something about period pieces hit considering how futuristic the world was + she was in a war torn region that hardly had limited, generator powered electricity for most of her upbringing. weird sense of familiarity + escapism. she enjoys similar historical themes in other media like television and movies, but she likes it best in books. she was very well read in her younger years, but nowadays most of her reading tends to be news articles and restricted files. still fun for her, but it’s not the fiction she grew up loving.

on a similar line of thought, i think sombra really likes art. she did a lot of sketching and painting when she was younger, dabbling in various types of art. her favorite mediums have always been traditional pen & paper and graffiti. she can do stylized people and animals, but her favorite things to do are landscapes, objects, and letters. a common theme with these hobbies is that she hardly gets to indulge in them anymore. it’s been longer than she can remember since she was able to sit down and draw, write, read, etc.

she did a lot of writing in her youth, mostly for school but she also indulged in personal writing that she would never show anybody. it was basically fanfic of shit she read or watched because yeah. mood. now any writing she does is in the non fiction territory like articles, e-mails, essays, etc. etc.

whatever time isn’t spent working typically gets spent watching tv or movies. she keeps up with the newest stuff, but she has a soft spot for “older” media (aka… shit we watch now). she canonically likes star wars (she named her stuffed bear artuito which is … R2-D2) which would be really old by their standards. she loves older scifi the cheesy effects and all that are just … chefs kiss. she also likes more historical period works too, you’d be surprised at what she’ll pay attention to. she has a lot to say about the things she watches and could go on for hours with analysis but she doesn't cuz that's some nerd shit and she is NOT a nerd.

this wasn't exactly a huge hobby for her but she did dance pretty often with the people around her, especially in her teen years when she started going to parties n all that. she wouldn't consider that hobby territory though even tho she does like it.