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huariqueje · 14 days

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The Winding Road , Village - Alice Brasser , 2015.

Dutch, b. 1965 -

Oil on canvas , 100 x 140 cm.

#Alice Brasser #dutch artist #village road

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sanseterrer · 2 months

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Country road

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sivakkaphotos · 1 year

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Birches

#village road #countryside #winter #sivakka #sivakkavaara #northern karelia #this is finland #maalaismaisema #maaseutu #perisivakka #nurmes

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dimalink · 2 years

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Mountain and forest racing competition 90

Pixel art for today, based on Zero 4 Champ for system Super Nintendo. This is youth generation racing, or competition, where you are going on a straight road, as fast as you can. At the speed of changing transmission. As I understand. I have never played it. But I look at this title for a long time, with a point of view, about it has a cool screenshots. Beautiful screenshots. It was a desire to make something like this.

Let’s return to my drawing. This is one more racing arcade game. By the way, yesterday, I was playing Sega MegaDrive, at the videogame Lotus 2. So, it is something like this, I will make as a game, if I start to make this game. So, right now, it is only a drawing. Bright day, mountain road. We are riding to the mountains. So track to mountain. Weather is fine. And you are in your car.

So, I need to add some interesting features. Because of, there a lots of racing games. And, even, I have made lots of pixel art about racing. So, let it be about theme about mountains road. And mountains racing. So special competition.

Also, it will be a forest roads. Mountain and forest as main landscapes in this title. Just like a long road to the village. Nature! Cool! And let, it be in 90s! At the car just like some that period of time.

So, just breathe clearest air with mountains air and go fast to finish line!

#retro #retro game #indie game #gamedev #pixel art #arcade #racing #rally #track #road #automobile #forest #mountain #90s #ms dos #8 bit #16 bit #nes #village road

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hella1975 · 1 year

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noah kahan really said growing up in a small, bitter hometown is about the rage and the hatred that's been sung about many times before but it's also about love and devotion and the 'all three of us were drowning and we didn't know how to save each other but there was an understanding that we were all drowning together' of it all and knowing people so intimately yet not being able to help anyone and he's morally grey at best in a lot of his songs and objectively the bad guy in others and that's just how it is and it's about substance abuse and normalised crime and teen suicide and country roads and failed exams and leaving and being left and love and hate and love and hate and love and

#anyway. listening to orange juice again. like it's my fault #girls when growing sideways and view between villages and northern attitude and homesick and stick season come on #like new england must actually be called that for a reason bc you cant convince me this guy isnt actually secretly singing about england #like even when he sings about the WEATHER im like !!! this guy gets it fr!!!#IM TIRED OF DIRT ROADS NAMED AFTER HIGH SCHOOL FRIEND'S GRANDFATHERS AND MOTHERFUCKERS HERE DONT KNOW #THEY CAUGHT THE BOSTON BOMBERS TIME MOVES SO DAMN SLOW I SWEAR I FEEL MY ORGANS FAILING I STOPPED CARING ABOUT A MONTH AGO #SINCE IT'S BEEN SMOOTH SAILING I WOULD LEAVE IF ONLY I COULD FIND A REASON IM MEAN BECAUSE I GREW UP IN NEW ENGLAND!!!#or the entirety of growing sideways. divvied up my anger into 30 seperate parts keep the bad shit in my liver and the rest around my heart #r u even listening. what the hell #HONEY COME OVEERRRRRR THE PARTY'S GONE SLOWERRR AND NO ONE WILL TEMPT YOU WE KNOW YOUVE GONE SOBER <- sobbing #noah kahan #stick season

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demifiendrsa · 5 months

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Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga | Official Trailer #1

Poster

Synopsis

As the world fell, young Furiosa is snatched from the Green Place of Many Mothers and falls into the hands of a great Biker Horde led by the Warlord Dementus. Sweeping through the Wasteland, they come across the Citadel presided over by The Immortan Joe. While the two Tyrants war for dominance, Furiosa must survive many trials as she puts together the means to find her way home.

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williammarksommer · 15 days

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Wigwam

Route 66 series

Hasselblad 500c/m

Kodak Ektar 100iso

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cozily-craftin · 9 months

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👒 Lavender's Blue Cafe~ ☕

If you wish to come in and perhaps had a thought of staying (or following the road leading to a village) , you may have the tour here.

3/3

My favourite bit; vvv

The bookshelf bedroom~ 📚

#gaming #minecraft #mineblr #minecraft aesthetic #minecraft moodboard #mizunos 16 craft #ghoulcraft #minecraft interior #minecraft landscaping #flower fields #apartment #the road is connected to a nearby village

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vox-anglosphere · 11 months

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An unusual octagonal thatched cottage in Ashwell, Somerset

#Ashwell #Somerset #stone cottage #octagonal #mellow stone #English countryside #thatched roof #country road #rural britain #The West Country #English villages #lead pane windows #UK

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landwriter · 1 year

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Sandman prompt: Dreamling roadtrip

"Remind me why I am allowing this," says Dream.

Hob casts a sidelong glance at him. Dream, in his car. Dream, stuck in the crawl of London traffic with him. Imagine that.

He reels off Dream's succession of unfortunate choices with poorly smothered glee. "Because your sister said you should spend more time among us humans, which you mentioned in passing to Matthew yesterday, who suggested a road trip, then had to explain to you that a road trip meant 'Just driving somewhere for a while', and you apparently you said-," Hob pauses to pitch his voice as low and poncy as possible, "'Ah, a pilgrimage, then. A journey for self-knowledge.' And Matthew said 'That's right, boss' and you said you would, in fact, be curious about such an experience."

"False pretenses," says Dream, darkly, under his breath.

"Indeed," says Hob, who thinks he loves false pretenses now. Matthew had shown up at his flat laughing so hard he couldn't even speak. When he finally recounted the conversation (after Hob had gotten very concerned and asked if Matthew needed a human counselor or an animal vet, and Matthew had shaken his head and wheezed 'No, a driver', before falling into fits of laughter again), Hob had immediately agreed.

"And then I canceled my plans for the weekend because I'm the only human you know who has a car, it turns out," (A reliable and bright red Vauxhall Corsa, thank you for asking.) "And because I'm a very good friend," he adds. He still relishes the new-word feel of it. It had only been four months since Dream had shown up at The New Inn. Hob was skiving off marking midterm papers for this, actually.

"Yes," says Dream. Hob realizes he'd skive off the whole term for this.

How could he turn down the prospect? His friend, literally strapped into the Corsa for at least the next several hours. Assuming Dream didn't leap out and flee on foot down the M1 - which seemed so thoroughly undignified for a being of Dream's station that Hob felt utterly assured of his company. It had all rather gone to his head.

"This will be fun," he promises. "Feel the grass under your feet, and that."

Dream looks out the window bitterly as a lorry overtakes them. Hob has never been the fastest of drivers. Never really took to it, to be honest. Bit of the medieval peasant in him, he thinks, can't quite make himself go over fifty miles per hour. But he's very safe. Hardly any accidents. Mostly minor rear-end damage.

"I see no grass," says Dream.

"Surely the Lord of Stories is familiar with figurative speech," says Hob, and glows under the heat of Dream's glare in reply.

"Anyways," he continues, "We're getting to that bit. Literally. In, uh, six hours or so? It's a great spot. But in the mean time, this is part of it too." Hob takes a hand off the wheel to gesture with a flourish at the sea of sensible hatchbacks and work vans around them, swimming like fish in the asphalt rivers of London's outer burbs. "Humanity," he pronounces, and the car drifts a little into the next lane. Humanity honks rudely at him and then accelerates safely out of Hob's radius.

Dream's sulking seems to have pushed him fully into the realm of catatonia, because Hob's passengers are usually more animated when he does exciting little things like that. Hob looks over in concern and this time the car barely follows with him.

"Bit rusty," he offers.

Dream deigns to snort softly at that. "My sister is far worse," he says.

Hob raises his eyebrows. It was hard to imagine Death bad at anything, frankly. Dream must see his look because he clarifies.

"Another sister. Delirium. An official of the carriageway stopped us. He would not have us continue our passage. So she gave him delusion of bugs crawling across his skin. Forever."

"Well, that's one way to get out of a ticket," says Hob, and makes a mental note to ask Death for a complete list of siblings and how to avoid angering them.

"He was being rude," adds Dream. He suddenly sounds very much like an older brother.

"Oh, fair play, then," says Hob affably. He'd had little sisters once. He understood.

They drive in silence for a few minutes. Hob thinks about putting on a playlist, and has just decided that nineties Britpop is perfect for this occasion when they pass a junction sign and he exclaims in recognition.

"The M25! Funny story, I know just the loveliest antiquarian book dealer who says his partner - uh, I'm assuming there, but if you heard the way he talks about him - anyways, his partner designed it. Some kind of high-flying civil engineer, I reckon."

"Really," says Dream. "A...high-flying...civil engineer." He sounds fascinated.

Hob hadn't expected Dream to be interested in road design.

"Something like that, definitely," he says, looking over to see Dream, staring at him, rapt. He looks back and brakes just in time to avoid hitting the car in front of him as it turns off onto the motorway in question. "Sorry. Saw him once in passing, actually. Dresses like you. Very fancy and dark."

"Perhaps you should keep your focus on the road, Hob," says Dream, but he sounds like he's smiling.

"Oh, we're not for a while yet," says Hob. Half truth, half optimism.

"Where are we going?" asks Dream. Hob beams. He's just won a bet with Matthew.

"It's a surprise" he says. "Now, have you heard of this band called Oasis?"

#asks #the sandman #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #prompt fill #my writing #road trip fic is a timeless genre #hob is making it up as he goes #hob def has multiple routes in mind depending on how long dream is willing to abscond with him #hey fellas is it gay to want to drive across the country with your best friend #(hey fellas is it gay to hope you'll have to stay the night at a village inn and be mistaken for a couple)

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bennidraws · 4 months

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and what if they opened the most noble brothel in baldur's gate where every worker is treated with utmost respect and all the creeps are getting fed to the dogs.

and what if they were selling rich clientele's information to the underground.

what if they were sex positive, rich, eat-the-rich criminals

#tavstarion #bg3 #astarion #rosio #listen. this is The ending for both of them #for someone whos just too tired of adventuring and the life on the road #and someone who gets bored easily #and they get to protect sex workers!!! empowering!!#while also being the cocky assholes they are #and they absolutely visit halsins little village regularly. to support their big unicorn in his community endeavors (to have nasty gay sex)#love that for them #my art

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huariqueje · 7 months

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