祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
KIROKAZE
@theartofmadeline
wallacepolsom
RMH
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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JVL
blake kathryn
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occasionally subtle
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Product Placement
Jules of Nature
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
taylor price
Three Goblin Art
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Claire Keane
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@lord-slush
me, thinking up the next greatest video game: it’s called fortcraft. it’s minecraft and fortnite and donkey kong put together. you get to use all of the minecraft crafting and objects to defeat players after jumping out of a bus. donkey kong is one of the enemies and he’s hangry because you have irremovable bananas in your pockets. thanks this was absolutely awful to write
It’s not even a bad idea
Week 001 - Impressionism
Artist: Claude Monet
Impressionism is a style or movement create in France in the 19th century. It takes his name from a french critique called Louis Leroy who wrote a satirical review in a french newspaper based on a painting from Claude Monet called “Impression, soleil levant” (the first painting in this post).
At that time academic painting was king but this group of painters didn’t wanted to paint grander subjects such as battles, ancient greek or political scenes. They wanted to paint scenes of everyday life like cooking, bathing or even just a tree and a bush.
So instead of painting in a studio they found that they could capture the momentary effects of sunlight by working quickly, in front of their subjects in the plein air. They were not trying to paint a realistic picture, but an ‘impression’ of what the subject looked like to them so they often painted thickly and used quick (and quite messy) brush strokes.
For all these reasons they faced harsh opposition and a lot of people didn’t like impressionism as they thought it was a bit messy and that the paintings looked unfinished. They thought art should be neater and that subjects in art should be more important than just everyday scenes.
To finish this post here is a quote from Claude Monet:
Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.
Ressources:
- High Resolution paintings from Google Art Project: https://goo.gl/oQiowV
- Here you can find all the 1400 paintings of Claude Monet: https://goo.gl/ThzFW9
- High resolution links in order:
https://goo.gl/vECtPG
https://goo.gl/m7BQ1h
https://goo.gl/ijrNsB
https://goo.gl/uqMWfW
https://goo.gl/AMZwY3
https://goo.gl/P4C5Je
https://goo.gl/RuKXwb
https://goo.gl/GCyAdf
https://goo.gl/nbpKjA
The reason you can't look at the eclipse without those super dark sunglasses it that the corona around the moon will be 100% uv rays and looking at it when it's that concentrated will strike you blind very quickly If you don't want to buy the sun glasses please do this - poke a hole in a paper plate and hold it to your shoulder with your back to the sun, hold another paper plate in front of you and you can watch the eclipse without the permanent blindness. Please, save your eyes
corona is my favorite alcohol
Skippers was our best friend. He was kind, thoughtful, energetic, and excellent at retrieving frisbees. Sometimes I’d throw one over the hill and he’d come back with two or three. It was as if he understood them, fully understood them, you know what I mean? He felt the inner essence of the frisbees and they trusted him completely. It was a beautiful relationship.
We used to take him for walks, although he never really liked them. He was always jumping around, never felt really comfortable on a leash, and so we eventually just started driving him out to the countryside where he could run free for a couple hours. We’d watch the sunset together over a few root beers, and then casually meander back to the car, kicking up seeds and dirt on our way, wishing the friction of the ground could slow our inevitable journey back.
Most times when I was sad, he’d walk over, jump up, and place his arm around me like he was giving me one of those side hugs that fake friends give. But he wasn’t a fake friend; he was a pure, real, true best friend. I trusted him. He had faith in me, too.
It crushed me when my girlfriend and I broke up, but it crushed me even more when she demanded Skippers come live with her. Sure, they had a relationship, but I was the one who spent all my free time with him. I was the one who carefully filled his water bowl right to the top and gave him pats as we watched Survivor together on the sofa. He was my best friend and I cried for hours at the thought of losing him.
It wasn’t amicable at all. She would not give in. I begged, I pleaded, please let Skippers live with me. Please let my little Skippers stay. I’ll give you my Now That’s What I Call Music CD collection, I’ll give you my Playstation 2, anything! But she would not hear it. She wanted Skippers and she would not stop until she had him.
After a week of tossing and turning in bed, I came up with a solution. Hey, I said, calling her up, let’s go to a neutral location and whoever Skippers runs to when it’s time to come home, is the person who can take him home. Let’s do it fairly. Reluctantly, I feel, she agreed.
The next day we set Skippers lose at the park and ventured to opposite sides. He leapt from place to place, bounding to and fro, gleefully unaware of the importance of his next decision. I can not lie, I shed many tears that afternoon.
When the sun set, naturally Skippers began to grow tired. He sniffed the air, barked a low hum, and then looked back and forth. We slowly approached him, each eagerly waiting for him to make up his mind. Who do you want to go with, she said. Yes, who, I nodded, tears still streaming down my face. Skippers looked up at both of us with a wise look on his face, like he understood what we were each going through.
Just then, a little boy tossed a frisbee right over the hill. Skippers, of course, dove after it. We waited for an unusually long time. I had begun to grow worried. Just when I had decided to run after him over the hill, he bounded to the summit and produced two frisbees hanging from his mouth. Slowly but purposefully, he plopped one in front of each of us and wagged his nice brown tail. Skippers was our best friend. He was kind, thoughtful, energetic, and excellent at retrieving frisbees.
in zoo tycoon one of the people visiting my zoo was angry that my pizza prices were too high so I put her in the bear cage to teach her a lesson but then she complained that there was no where to sit
A tooth, a tooth!
It is all coming together now.
it's spelling bee season bitches
don’t forget the c-o-n-d-o-m-s
How many of you are real
prepare to get good
Happy Holidays
Hey i'm a big fan of your games especially Risk of Rain! I was wondering if you would consider doing something like an open development much like what nuclear throne is doing now, for your future games? It would allow the community to watch and put their own ideas, it would also help some people that are learning gamemaker and pixel art. Please consider it if you can.
I had a closed beta for RoR and I think it worked great. I’m afraid of large Early Access for my game because 1.) I think it kinda spoils the game for a lot of people in its state, 2.) It’s so easy to be caught up in community management over development, and 3.) it’s SO easy to stop working once you’re on it. Motivation is the hardest part of game dev and I’d be highly hesitant. I really enjoyed the community feedback of a small beta though.
what the fuck is this shit
Maturing is realizing how many things don’t require your comment.
- Rachel Wolchin (via mtspicers)
I got Sanders in my swim Trumps
I got fucked on life insurance. My package comes with “Reincarnation”.
Bullshit, I want money.
