#future coding

[vortex-frame]

Zuckerberg Predicts AI Could Replace Human Coders in 18 Months

Just a couple of years ago, AI coding tools like GitHub Copilot and ChatGPT were seen as helpful sidekicks for developers — tools that boosted productivity. Today, they're being talked about as possible replacements. There's no need to panic, but it's clear that AI is already doing a big part of software development. Even top tech CEOs around the world are praising its growing role.

[spacebubblehomebase]

Bat brother doodles I made for another art booth week! Not all of them made it, but it's great practice to always be involved when you can! ^v^ Bonus random prompts too! -Bubbly💙❤���💛💚

[the-knife-consumer]

Had a dream last night about a gravity falls game where you play as young Stanley having to sneak around and lie to stay out of trouble with Filbrick. It wasn't really a horror game but it had a lot of horror game-like mechanics and there was a general sense of discomfort the entire time.

The only quest I can remember is one where Stanley gets a bad report card while Stanford gets a good one. Filbrick is out doing business until tomorrow so you have until the morning to try and make it look like you got good grades. There's an option to use white out on Stanford's card while he sleeps and write your name instead.

You could also get future readings from mom, who would give hints on what will happen to you next so you can start setting up lies and stealing in advance instead of scrambling to cover yourself last minute. (If you could figure out what the readings were hinting at. They got progressively more vague as the game went on, going from "I hear" and "I see", to "I feel")

You didn't get to see what happened when Filbrick caught him, it just cut to a game over screen. You could be caught and sent to your room three times before this happens (which ends the quest you're on. Because you failed to lie well enough). There is no way to win. The game would just keep going with scenarios until you lost or gave up

There was a vending machine on the board walk that had warped reflections in the glass that corrected itself when you looked at it head-on

[bitesonmyneck]

“lost my dog to fentanyl” - future, dir. by henri alexander levy of enfants riches déprimés

[fehck]

[psiirockin]

she just gets me

[paperkoifish]

Finally posting my love bullet art here :33

[a-compass-without-a-needle]

This is what happened after 3.1 isn't it?

[wttcsms]

personal shopper!reader who lives on commission, and your favorite call to receive is always from character. he sticks to the basics and doesn’t bat an eye at exorbitant price tags, and best of all, you can always count on your rent being covered with just one shopping trip for him. he’s a bit stiff, and you can never tell what he’s thinking, and one day he catches you off guard by requesting that you pick out women’s clothes. when you ask him what size, he just waves his hand and says “she’s about your size, so whatever you fit will do”

it turns he apparently has a girlfriend. you’re not too surprised at this fact; he’s not just rich, but he’s attractive too, and genuinely a nice man. bummer. you kind of had a tiny crush on him.

the weird part abt this new development is that he seemingly doesn’t want to answer questions abt his new girlfriend; maybe you’re pushing the boundaries by simply asking him what her preferred style is? he claims whatever you like will do, and you zip your mouth, not telling him that all women are different. whatever you pick must be fine because he never complains that his girlfriend doesn’t like it. then, one night he requests that you personally model the clothes for him. this is a first. you go along with it, and he’s sitting on his luxury couch, his button-down that he wears to work now has the top few buttons popped open, and his sleeves are rolled up. his eyes never leave your form as you model an evening gown, even as he reaches for his glass full of bourbon. you watch as his eyes drink you in, and you can’t help but focus on the way he’s downing his drink, hand clenching the glass like he’s having to hold himself back.

“buy it. all of it.” he demands, and you nod, letting out a weak, “im sure your girlfriend will love the items, sir.”

your heart skips a beat when the liquor lowers his inhibitions and forces him to reveal something very interesting. there never was a girlfriend.

there was only ever you.

[wolviesdoll]

shoutout to whoever originally made this only for it to then get reposted on pinterest 🗣️

[chiricat]

assorted wips again

1. anchan space buns!!

2. emo arisato twins + ryomina and akiham

3. mzen x p3

4. suzalulu sketch dump

5. suzalulu + souyo (eng voice actor joke)

[solarstranger]

a/n. haven't written something as self-indulgent and self ship-coded as this in a while. been feeling worse than usual lately, and i've since identified one of the reasons for that being the graduation season looming over me :') as someone who can't finish uni because of my chronic illness, seeing my next batch of friends go and graduate is definitely a bittersweet experience that never stops being bittersweet, and is also something that i can't easily talk about with people in my life who are not going through the same thing. so i figured, why not write about it instead? i hope you enjoy this! (1.0k)

“and then i’m gonna go to the mall in a bit,” you finish, looking up from your laptop just in time to see bakugou walk towards your desk with a cup of coffee in hand, eyebrow raised in question.

“i’m gonna buy my friend her gifts,” you explain when he doesn’t say anything, opting to stand idly across from you instead. “you know, the one who’s graduating tomorrow?”

“yeah, i know the one,” he nods curtly, then: “you don’t want me to come with you?”

you hesitate for a moment before opening your mouth to say something, although by the time that you do, it’s already too late—bakugou has already gotten the message.

“i get it,” he nods again, toying with the little dynamight plushie you have by your clock. “you want your alone time.”

“it’s not that,” you start, half-lying, “i’m gonna go to some make-up stores and you’re gonna get bored.”

“i don’t get bored looking at you try stuff,” he corrects you without missing a beat, before taking a cautious sip of his beverage. “besides, you like having me around while you shop, remember? i scare away the sales ladies so that you get to browse in peace.”

“yeah, well—”

“it’s okay, dumbass,” bakugou huffs, the way he always does when he’s getting a bit exasperated. “you don’t have to pretend or some shit.”

“i’m not pretending,” you attest stubbornly, and when he only tosses you a knowing look: “ish.”

at that, bakugou snorts, reaching over to snap your laptop closed. you look up at him, your face contorted in a way that says, ‘what gives?’

the ash-blonde only shakes his head, before rounding your table and taking you by the wrist. you begrudgingly let yourself be pulled by him and into your living room, where he plops you down in your two-seater couch right next to him.

“talk,” he commands as soon as you’re face to face.

you frown. “i don’t have anything i want to say.”

“you look like you’re gonna implode,” bakugou retorts, leaning over to place his mug on the coffee table. “your therapy appointment’s not until tomorrow.”

“don’t remind me,” you grumble.

“well, someone’s got to,” he sighs, “or else you’re just gonna keep thinking until you’re gonna go crazy.”

“too late,” you quip, wringing your hands together, “i think i already have.”

“is it the graduation season?” bakugou asks instead, tone careful. you blanch at the inquiry, although you manage to school your expression quickly enough not to give yourself away.

and when you don’t say anything: “because if it is, then you’ve got to tell me. so that i can counter whatever bullshit your brain’s telling you.”

“it’s not that,” you shake your head, gaze downcast, “well—i mean, it kinda is. but it’s not the whole thing.”

“then, tell me the whole thing.”

“i’m tired, katsuki.”

“then talk to me tired. you don’t have to enunciate or make your voice loud or some shit,” he counters, and as if to further drive home his point, scoots over until your thighs and shoulders are touching before taking your hand in his and placing it on his lap.

“there,” he declares, satisfied, “now, talk.”

you sigh, letting him play with your hand. “what do you want me to talk about?”

“whatever you want. for example, how you feel about seeing your friends graduate.”

“i’m happy for them,” you immediately answer.

“but?”

you turn your head to look at him, frowning. “does there have to be a ‘but’?”

“no,” he responds calmly, massaging your palm, “but i can tell there’s something else.”

“what, like me being envious of them?”

bakugou grunts. “your words, not mine.”

“i’m not envious,” you retort defensively, angry that he’s wielding your words against you, although that anger quickly dissipates into exhaustion. “at least, i think i’m way past that.”

“where are you, then? if not at that point?”

“i don’t know,” you say lowly, shrugging lightly. “i guess i’ve stopped dreaming about what it’s like to finish my degree.”

you pause for a second, letting that sink in.

then, you bump your shoulder with his. “you’re disappointed, aren’t you?”

at that, bakugou whips to look at you, offense etched all across his sharp features. “hah?”

you lean back, chuckling dryly at your wisecrack. “you’re disappointed your girlfriend might be a dropout forever.”

“oh, fuck off, y/n.”

that makes you bark out a laugh, while bakugou’s scowl only deepens.

“stop it,” he demands when you don’t stop laughing, quaking in your mirth. “i said stop it, y/n.”

“i know, i know,” you cackle, “i’m sorry.”

“you’ve gotta stop talking shit about yourself like that,” he gripes when you finally manage to put a lid on your laughter, muscled arms crossed petulantly in front of his broad chest.

“i’m not,” you argue, smiling. “i’m just telling the truth.”

“yeah, well, fuck that,” he spews, shooting you a dirty look. “my girlfriend’s the smartest woman i know, so it doesn’t fucking matter if she finishes college or not.”

“why, thank you,” you laugh again, “although your insulting tone kinda juxtaposes the very nature of your statement.”

“and you’re just further proving my statement by using fancy words such as juxtaposition,” he rebuts, side-eye viciously unrelenting.

“you’re serious, though?” you find yourself asking after the air falls into a lull, with neither of you uttering a word.

bakugou glances at you, still frowning. “serious about what?”

“that you think i’m the smartest woman you know.”

“not only the smartest woman, dumbass,” he huffs again, shaking his head. “smartest person.”

“okay, now you’re just gassing me up.”

“i’m just telling the truth,” he shrugs, putting his hands up in mock surrender. “and you better fucking believe it.”

“i honestly don’t think i can,” you say truthfully, before flashing him a shy smile anyway. “but i’ll try.”

“you better,” he spits aggressively, before, muttering under his breath so softly you barely miss it: “…the fucking prettiest, too.”

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[caramelc0rgi]

I can’t actually remember the last time you were the one risking something.

[another-endless-dream]

[thdalsk]

This was originally just supposed to be my MC in her dress but then I drew M’s reaction and things spiraled from there… 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

The Ballad of the Young Gods by @childrenofcain-if! <3

[freenos]

I like to think about Melinoe "haunting" the house of Hades. Especially from Chronos’ perspective since she’s kind of a mystery to him. She’s all that’s left of her underworld family and no matter how hard Chronos tries to kill or capture her she keeps disappearing and reappearing again. She’s like an angry spirit terrorizing the new resident of her old house. She hates what he’s done with the place. She hates how he treats the dog. She takes every opportunity to criticize and inconvenience him. Sometimes at the start of a run she'll say "unfinished business here." etc etc...

I especially like thinking about it this way because it means (in early access) her journey through the underworld starts and ends with a haunting. Dora haunts her tent, her starting point. But it’s a lighthearted haunting, they're really just roommates and Melinoe is happy to have her company. But at the end of her journey, she takes on the role of a malevolent spirit and Chronos is the "hauntee".