today’s motivational thought: if the Recon Corps can fight Titans, I can write this 5,000 word essay about the objection mechanic in Phoenix Wright
"When the internet is in dire straits, its up to you to tackle cyber criminals and horrible hackers"
|me:||*places tea bag in mug*|
|me:||*fills mug with boiling water*|
|me:||NOW THEN MY FRIEND|
|me:||NOW TO YOUR PURPOSE|
Seb writes about Sky Odyssey and the beauty of roguelike mechanics.
WHOOPS MY HAND SLIPPPPPDFWSd
this song is so damn Hamlet it’s untrue
ATTENTION: I am super pleased to have a tumblr to tumbl with, it is so cool to share around ideas and gags and feelings and analysis and ART, and I guess in a rather hokey way I just wanted to put that sentiment, inelegant as it is, “out there”
to those rad folks who I interact with through the magic of the intertubes: thank you! I feel like a very lucky person.
Homestuck Volume 5
I am walking down a street in Cardiff. And I am stopped by someone; he is walking the other way. How interested he seems. In what, am I what? “Hey, where are you from?” The question is asked with a smiling curiosity. I shift around on my feet. It’s a familiar question but it is an uncomfortable familiar. I know what the question is asking of me. I resist giving the answer I am being asked to give. “Australia” I say. No, I mean originally. “I was born in Salford.” The questioner’s face creases with irritation. “Where are your parents from then?” He knows I know what he is asking. I give in, wanting to move on. “My father is from Pakistan.” That’s it. The conversation is over. I have given the right answer. An explanation of where I am from, an account of not being from here, of how I ended up brown.
We’re used to the common wisdom of books and films being uni-directional media. We start on page one and know we’re finished when the credits roll. We’re drawn to the idea of “The Narrative”, a master sequence of events being played before us.[…]The real destination is the creation of meaning, whether that be the reader’s interpretation or reconstructing the author’s intent. The work is not completed by reading the final page but by reading the all of the pages.
Hypertext tales are often sold as games of choices, of agency, of your version of the narrative – when it would be better to embrace what they are good at, which is telling a different kind of fiction: one which is host to multiple narratives, narrative superposition for want of a better term, from which meaning can be derived.
on hypertext storytelling and player choice
- still sometimes think of fanfic as i soup
- "All right: Legally Blonde with Dave and Karkat as Elle Woods and Terezi dumping the both of them to go...
- dawn of the final day (of term)
I could not have more of a stress cold, a stress break-out, or something I would like to call “stress rib.”
- Anonymous asked:what does titchy mean
It can mean small and miserable —
"I served Tumblr user paraTactician a titchy little dollop of yoghurt, which made him tetchy.”
- oh look more humanstuck vantas bros
reopening this putrid au with a shitty school drawing