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eightiesfan · 4 months
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70's Christmas
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technoplanet · 5 months
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retrogamingloft · 2 years
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Air-Sea Battle (Atari 2600 Game) - Game 3 Longplay 45-years old and still fun both in single-player and in multiplayer mode... 
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jagalart · 17 days
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Yarrow and Feverfew
Art trade with the incredible @liscepu, I'm so grateful for the chance! Thank you for fueling my love for the game again <3
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tinydiorama · 2 months
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no man's sky pixel art study.
free wallpaper here!
twitter | ko-fi
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martyrbat · 4 months
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my secret confession is i think a lot of current art in comics is pretty but sometimes way too glossy and lifeless... it kinda feels like a sticker sheet where they just swap out generic stock poses that they have on hand for that character rather than the art being reflective of the actual story and moment the character is currently in
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bamsara · 26 days
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I want to play dragons dogma 2 so badly. i was obsessed with the first game and now I'm just watching videos of it on writing breaks and aaaaARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
i already have a lamb and narinder pair made in the character creation demo to switch over so those two have go on adventures together. I need to play the game SOON
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atomic-chronoscaph · 6 months
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Detective/Crime TV tie-in board games (1950s to 1970s)
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nyamcattt · 3 months
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wake up babes, the year is 2009!!!
(we're so BACK but i'm broke and can't afford the remake of my silly lil fav game, so if u want to... pls commission me? 🥺)
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shapelytimber · 10 months
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this got away from me- I found the pants of the frostbite armor and lost my goddamn mind jhjhihjijhioyj and before I realized it I was committed to do a reimagining of sayed armor in 70s fashion (it was either that or costal grandmother and no one wants that trust me)
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... and then I found a piece of the ember armor- (this ended up lost in the fashion sauce neither game accurate or really recognizable as 70s clothing- but it cute :))
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I’m experimenting a bit with a looser sketching style :) and doing these was so much fun (I swear one day I will make a fanart of this game that is not lost in my art block or a vague “”modern”“ AU-)
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eightiesfan · 6 months
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Atari 2700 (1981) : the Atari that never was
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suba-sekai · 2 months
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🎧 –— It’s a wonderful world
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paperultra · 8 months
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Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader Word Count: 701 words Warnings: Swearing
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“He's going to embarrass himself.”
You tilt your head back to look up at Geto, moving the grass stem between your teeth to the side so you can speak unhindered. “Why don’t you go and help him out, then?”
Geto makes a show of humming thoughtfully.
“Nah,” he says.
Next to him, Shoko takes a picture with her phone.
You follow the gaze of the camera back to the scene in front of you, repositioning the grass stem between your teeth once more. Your eyes narrow. Though you’d sooner drop out of Jujutsu High than admit it, you’re just as bitter as you are unamused by what you’re seeing.
Gojo Satoru is flirting with a girl. Again.
His hands are in his pockets, sunglasses perched low on his nose, hair wild and blindingly white under the afternoon sky. He says something and the girl nods; he grins wider and talks some more.
To the average person, it seems like his chances of getting her number are close to one hundred percent. The three of you know better.
“How long until he fucks it up, you think?” you ask.
“As soon as he sees a chance to make a dick joke,” Geto replies.
“If it’s clever, she might think it’s funny,” Shoko says.
You grunt.
Gojo and the girl talk for a few more minutes. Finally, the girl stands, bids goodbye, and leaves. Gojo watches her for a few minutes and then turns around to start the short trek back to where you’re all waiting.
“He fucked it up.”
Geto, ever the loyal best friend, meanders over to meet him halfway. “Satoru! What happened this time? Relied too much on your pretty face?”
Gojo pouts as the other boy slaps him on the back. “She said she already has a boyfriend.”
“Damn. What did you say?”
Gojo pouts even more, which is never a good sign.
“Hey.” You take the grass out of your mouth and toss it back into the bushes. “What did you say?”
“… If they ever break up, she should call me.” Gojo puts his infinity up when you throw a rock at him. “It was a joke! I was joking!”
“Holy shit, you have no game,” you say, getting up to jab him in the cheek. You fail, of course, and Gojo sticks his tongue out at you like a child. “Why would you even say that?”
“Because, like I just said, it was a JOKE.”
“That’s not a joke! It’s something an asshole would say!”
“Well, fuck, since you know everything about what to say, why didn’t you try to ask for her number?”
“That doesn’t even make any sense.” You hear a camera go off and whip around to snap at Shoko. “Stop taking pictures!”
She stares at you blankly. Geto snickers, and you slowly deflate as the stupidity of the situation catches up to you.
With a huff, you cross your arms.
“Idiot,” you grumble.
“You’re so mean for no reason,” complains Gojo.
“You’re stupid for no reason.” Pushing past him, you finally feel a rush of satisfaction when your shoulder knocks against his. “Now let’s go. I’m starving.”
He easily catches up to stride alongside you, simpering. “Oh, so that’s why. You’re not being fed on time.”
“Shut up.”
“Or are you jealous that I was flirting with someone?”
Every muscle in your body stiffens up. You glare at him. “What?! N-No, of course not.”
“Liar,” Gojo replies, baby blue eyes wide with delight. “Aw, that’s cute, being so shy about it.”
“I’m mad because we’re supposed to be eating by now.”
“If you want me to pay more attention to you, all you have to do is say please.”
“Please shut the fuck up.”
“No.”
The entire way to the restaurant, you keep your hands glued over your ears, face boiling as Gojo throws his lanky arm over your shoulders and pesters you with a shit-eating grin. Geto and Shoko make a point to walk behind the two of you and do nothing about it. In fact, you’re certain they think it’s hilarious.
You groan underneath your breath. You need to get new friends.
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jrgdrawing-real · 8 months
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Texas Chainsaw Massacre
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ph-cutie · 4 months
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ancient reptilian brain voice: remind yourself that overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer
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poetrysmackdown · 9 months
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what makes a poem a poem? does it have to be written in a certain way? is this question a poem if i want it to be?
Fun question! This is just my personal sense as an avid reader and less-avid writer of poetry, but for me it’s useful to distinguish (roughly) between poetry as a genre and poetry as an attitude or philosophy through which language and the world can be understood. And of course these two go hand in hand. I see poetry the genre as essentially a type of literature where we as readers are signaled, somehow, to pay closer attention to language, to rhythm, to sound, to syntax, to images, and to meaning. That attentive posture is the “attitude” of broader poetic thinking, and while it’s most commonly applied to appreciate work that’s been written for that purpose, there’s nothing stopping us from applying that attentiveness elsewhere. Everywhere, even! That’s how you eventually end up writing poetry for yourself, after all. There’s a quote from Mary Ruefle floating around on here that a lot of folks have probably already seen, but it immediately comes to mind with this ask:
“And when you think about it, poets always want us to be moved by something, until in the end, you begin to suspect that a poet is someone who is moved by everything, who just stands in front of the world and weeps and laughs and laughs and weeps.”
Similarly, after adopting the attentive posture of poetics, there’s plenty of things that can feel or sound like a poem, even when they perhaps were not written with that purpose in mind. I’ve seen a couple of these “found poems” on here that are quite fun—this one, for example. The meaning and enjoyment you may derive from the language of a found poem isn’t any less real than that derived from a poem written for explicitly poetic purposes, so I don’t see why it shouldn’t be called poetry.
That said, I do think that if you’re going to go out and start looking for poetry everywhere, it’s still important to have a foundation in the actual language work of it all. Now, this doesn’t mean it has to be “written in a certain way” at all! But it does mean that in order to cultivate the attentiveness that’s vital to poetry, one needs to understand what makes language tick, down at its most basic levels. It will make you better at reading poetry, better at writing it, and better at spotting it out in the wild.
Mary Oliver’s A Poetry Handbook is an extraordinary resource to new writers and readers, and a great read for more experienced folks as well. Mary Oliver’s most popular poems are all to my knowledge in free verse, and yet you might be surprised to find her deep appreciation for metrical verse (patterns of stressed/unstressed syllables), as well as for the most minute devices of sound. In discussing the so-called poetry of the past, she writes,
“Acquaintance with the main body of English poetry is absolutely essential—it is the whole cake, while what has been written in the last hundred years or so, without meter, is no more than an icing. And, indeed, I do not really mean an acquaintanceship—I mean an engrossed and able affinity with metrical verse. To be without this felt sensitivity to a poem as a structure of lines and rhythmic energy and repetitive sound is to be forever less equipped, less deft than the poet who dreams of making a new thing can afford to be.”
In another section, after devoting lots of attention to the sounds at work in Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”, she writes,
“Everything transcends from the confines of its initial meaning; it is not only the transcendence in meaning but the sound of the transcendence that enables it to work. With the wrong sounds, it could not have happened.”
I hope all this helps to get across my opinion that what makes a poem a poem is not just about the author's intention, and not just about meaning (intended or attributed), but also about sound and rhythm and language and history, all coalescing into something that rises above the din of a language we would otherwise grow tired of while out in our day-to-day lives.
I'll always have more to say but I'm cutting myself off here! Thanks for the ask
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