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there is no greater joy on this earth than Making Lists, Categorizing, & Sorting
oh do I have the game for you
This is pissing me off, I spent like 4 hours on it and I'm only 645 done, I will get back to it tmrw morning it seems, it is 4AM currently
Im gonna be thinking of u guys probably when im 60 years old isnt that crazy. I will miss you guys when i grow up
the way cc!brutus thinks it was okay to kill cc!Caesar WITHOUT informing him or having it scripted is honestly just a sad example of bad rp etiquette...
digital journaling is taking a picture of your bedroom every couple of months so that your future self can look back at this gallery and see what you liked and where you were and who you were. i feel like a still bedroom photo can emanate sadness or serenity as if emotion itself were a scent one could feel come out of a picture. and it’s all in the quality of how your pillows are set up and the mess on the bedside table with your night cream and your meds and the jacket you were obsessed with thrown over your chair and that note on the wall you took down after that fight and the carpet you loved in the winter now absent in the spring because the seasons change and so do our bedrooms and so do we. on my way out i turn around a little guilty because my shoes are now on but i still quickly step in and take one picture of my bedroom for me in five months to look at it and feel tenderness towards this chapter in my diary.
A Minecraft Poem
Spiders crawl out of their caves at night Making my way out of their sight Sword in hand, I'm not afraid The light of the torch would keep me safe
Defying my strength through the mold covered ways I can sense my heart wanting to rip my cage The darkened eyes positioned in the right place Looking at me as I enter the gate
The dragon gazed with malicious intents A world so rare, as purple, insane My bow as tense as the weight on my legs Would put an end to the reptile evilness
Orbs colored green was what remained As I escaped free to a city silhouette Lights sparkled bumping my shield Fought to gain wings to plane back to my realm
Nothing changed the days I left I began to understand this journey was for myself Great adventures waited out there For me to be aware of the hero I am
Stardew Valley
The clock glares 2:47 AM but the world outside my window has been replaced by pixels
Fingers ache, thumbs twitch a rhythm born of obsession of quests that won’t finish themselves of battles that didn’t wait for sleep to catch up
The glow of the screen paints my face like an alien halo Health bars and energy pools because my pulse the enemy’s movement my heartbeat’s echo
Outside, life sleeps Inside, monsters respawn coins glitter and a digital sun rises and falls without caring that I forgot to eat to breathe to exist beyond this glowing rectangle
I laugh at triumphs no one sees curse defeats no one hears my chair aches like an old friend and my eyes sting with the honest betrayal of blue light
Time bends minutes stretch into hours like the elastic of reality snapping But I cannot quit Because in this world I am powerful reckless immortal
And when morning finally bleeds through blinds I forgot to close I know I will return to reality but for now the controller hums in my hands and I am infinite
9/11 could never happen today because the twin towers arent there anymore for some reason
9/11 could never happen today because it's January
my most consistent personal minecraft worldbuilding is that the players are a species in and of itself. there is no classification of hybrids or whatnot, only “players” and “mobs”. the player is not born so much as they come into existence with a skin that they just happen to have or they choose themselves. there are certain descriptors for skins like a steve skin or a crayon skin, but a crayon skin can have variation all the way from a single featureless block of colour or a fully dressed figure in varying shades of that colour.
but while you come to be with a skin, you cannot always choose how your skin evolves—the skin evolves with the story, and the legend. known for their fighting skills they grow claws and teeth. known for their redstone more and more parts of their bodies become mechanical. known for their flying, the carapace of a beetle forms on their back, ready for an elytra to be equipped. crystal pvp-ers start retaining golden cracks across their skins from various totem pops. a vicious player grows horns, a tyrant finds they can no longer remove the crown on their head. a skin is a blank slate until the story imposes itself on the player.
One thing that I absolutely adore about Yeonwoo's Innocence is that even when Yeonwoo and Haesol get in a relationship together Haesol's yearning never stops.
In every frame where she's looking at him you can tell this girl yearns. And when I say yearn I'm talking like the way girls say they want guys to yearn. That's how she yearns for Yeonwoo and it has me gripping my hair and pulling out the clumps because the insanity of it is crazy. ESPECIALLY with how stoic her expressions are 99% of the time in this series.
It's so good she never stops.
When she's comforting him when he's crying. When they're going on a cute little date. When they are laying together in the same bed. When they are hanging out with their friends.
That moment Yeonwoo confessed to her and we got her point of view on the confession the look in her eyes!!!
Sliding my head against the wall she needs to stop (oh my God Haesol NEVER STOP)
Literally every moment is her just yearning for him and is it the best thing ever!
Plus she has the audacity to have a 10 out of 10 face card while doing it!
and lets not forget the lingering Insanity in that yearning gaze... OH IT'S JUST TOO GOOD!!!!
I AM LA REVACHOLIÈRE.
I AM THE CITY.
BE VIGILANT.
I LOVE YOU.
I think part of the reason why we feel so sad is that we're too far away from raw, numinous experiences. Like you know that post with a picture of the unpolluted night sky where people are reacting in terrified awe not realizing that's what the stars really look like?
I think it's like. You need vivid experiences that can't be easily repeated. You need elemental things. I don't mean this in a crunchy hippie just-try-yoga way I mean this in a way that's like...we're inside all the time and most things we experience are scheduled ahead of time. When there are sidewalks, we follow them, and there's always some boring place to go. You need things that no one has any control over and that no one can sell for money.
You need to be outside in a storm and see lightning strike very close to you. You need to meet a wild creature and have to stand very still and almost not even breathe and watch before it vanishes. You need to be alone somewhere very big. You need to go to a place because it looks interesting and be at the wrong place at the wrong time. You need to climb over a fence instead of going in by the gate. You need to hear the exploding sound of a huge flock of birds flying. You need to watch live theater performed by kids on a low budget. You need to be lost somewhere. You need to be barefoot somewhere. You need to sing with other people who are singing. You need to get soaking wet with all of your clothes on and come inside shivering.
hey look over there what's that *throws these at you*
disco elysium ultra compressed for free
sacred and terrible air english translation // group ibex version
disco elysium art book
full soundtrack by sea power // bandcamp version
disco elysium script explorer with audio
FAYDE (more accessible wiki of dialogue trees but without audio)
the problem with playing disco elysium is that after you've played it you can't play it for the first time again. someone should fix this
Nothing in the world feels as unjust as the fate of the Disco Elysium developers.
Imagine you build this in-depth fictional setting over the course of decades with your friends, and then decide to turn it into a game for fun. You end up creating one of the most celebrated and well-written RPGs of all time and become celebrated for reviving a dying genre.
A few months later, you're fired from the company you founded for criticizing the new direction its taking. The company has the copyright not only to the game you made, but literally everything in the world of the game, which spans decades of lore you built for no profit with your group of friends.
Like, this is a nightmare that I didn't even know existed before I ran into it. To have, what is essentially a passion project that branched off from a TTRPG campaign, be pulled from your hands by a corporate entity that only yearns to abuse your creation for maximum profit. I couldn't imagine myself going on creating anything after that.
stuff happening on r/discoelysium
brilliant advice in the comments btw
"everybody hates me" factoid actually just a statistical error. The average person doesn't hate you, especially not your friends. You, a person who sits in your room experiencing self loathing every day, are an outlier adn should not have been counted.
This is sweet but I really thought it was going to end with someone named “Haters Horge” who spends every second in a cave halfway across the world just loathing you for no reason and they were the statistical outlier
Don't be your own Haters Horge
Throw Haters Horge in a Disastrous Gorge