"...Пятачок, это какие-то неправильные горы, и на них какой-то неправильный чай"

Sarah Andersen

To be clear, I refer specifically to people having to spam bits and pieces every couple hours. ICYMIs are fine and I'm glad to see an older art once it gets to become older, but seeing a nonlinear conveyor from even 10 people simply stops registering in the brain, and there's not 10 of them

My favourite web comic artist has a newsletter and work-life priorities of a father of a newborn.
I don't want to see his process, it's just gouache. I receive cool mail. I plan to buy prints of 90% of his work once I leave hell. It's a parasocial relationship as well, but at least I'm happy in it.

I try to keep up and engage with everything because I want y'all to be seen, appreciated and paid, and because I like my recs to be full of good stuff, but it turns into shift work at the tipping factory where they also drug you.

Self-reposts make the feed disorienting. I bookmark personal sites and artstation pages, and I check in on them. I can't help but get annoyed and lost at seeing the same algo-fighting noise people have to make and end up skipping, muting, unfollowing. NO ONE IS HAVING A GOOD TIME WITH THIS

I'm learning to draw, and process videos are helpful (the hardest part to me in digital is technicalities, like layers and action order), but 30-seconds-50-cuts phone res short form are useful to no one. The best processes I've seen are on YT, patreon, SkillShare from people who want to teach.

I don't even like to see from artists I follow daily. On top of preferring to see artwork that had time and heart poured into it, I enjoy the feeling of a pleasant surprise. You're an artist to me, not a colleague in a task manager. It's a celebration when you come out of the woods with a new piece.

таки настало время для ежегодной картинки

ДИХО-ТОМ-ИЯ

если на первом этаже не живёт пенсионерка со слабым сердцем, а в сорняках совершенно точно не тусят какие-то птицы или зверята

как я их люблю

добро пожаловать в бэ-эм-пэ

с войны ещё не перечитывала, наверное, пора

каждый апрель ныряю в ведзмина и каждый раз за год ухитряюсь забыть, как сильно меня где-то к прибытию в верген начинает разматывать от музыки и всё растущего груза личных ассоциаций

На двенадцатый раз я всё-таки смогла вспомнить и залезть в настройки скриншотов в стиме до того, как запустила игру... но не до того, как уверенно отправилась ставить фрапс. КАК ПЕРЕСТАТЬ БЫТЬ ДЕДОМ

duality of beast

Hornet in Romanian + Moldovan inspired outfits

как всегда, подкрались незаметно

I Work Very Hard, And I Would Like To Try Cake By A Horse Hello. I am a horse. I work very hard at my job of being a horse. When humans say move the heavy thing, I move the heavy thing. When humans sit on top of me and pull on my head, I carry them where they want to go. The main food the humans give me is hay and oats. But I am thinking it would be nice to have a different food. I am thinking I would like to try cake. Yes, yes. Cake. I know all about it. When humans eat cake, it is in glad times. It is the food for a celebration, such as when a woman becomes 47. I have seen cake on the Fourth of July. When humans have a cake, they stand around it and clap hands and smile and say happy birthday at each other. Sometimes there are beautiful markings on a cake, such as balloons or a pink shape. Sometimes the top of a cake is on fire and a boy must blow on the fire with mouth wind. This is the scariest cake. I do not want this kind. But I will eat any other cake. Any cake that is not the fire cake that tries to kill the boy. Please understand: I do not get money for doing work. I do not get to go inside the house. All I am either doing my horse job or standing in my pen or eating food off the floor. I always do these things. But I have never once gotten cake and I would like it very much. I have noticed that human children get to eat cake. But I am bigger than the children. I am more helpful to the farm. Children do not move the heavy things like me or let anyone ride on them. And yet they get cake. Maybe the humans will realize this. Maybe they will say, "You know who deserves cake? That horse. That horse whose back we are always on." Every day I dream about what it will be like if I get to eat cake. Here is what will happen. First, I will walk to the cake and putt my nose at it like hrrfff to make and stomping my hooves to make sure it is not a snake. Then I will trot in a circle to show that I am a horse and I am large. After that, I will nuzzle the cake to …

The horse op-ed is an instant classic. I can't tell you how much joy this piece gives me.

It should be taught in every introductory writing class in no small part because the horse arguments are so compelling. "I have noticed that human children get to eat cake. But I am bigger than the children."

щу

всё-таки ни одна из вышедших за последние лет десять игр не вызывала у меня такого ощущения душезамирательной красоты, как попадание из остоебенившей к этому моменту вызимы в ночное темноводье вызывает каждый раз, вот что я об этом вашем графении думаю

почти там, чуть-чуть осталось

наконец-то космический месяц

what's the matter, almondboy

запуском вивальди всё вернулось на место, но теперь и он клянчит апдейт поставить, и чёт я даже не знаю

фаерфокс обновился, и почему-то в нём оказались открыты вкладки, которых не было там открыто больше месяца, а на рабочем столе — предпредыдущие обои

вопрос: что они положили в апдейт и где взять такое помощнее и шире радиусом поражения

самая модная девочка на раёне

вычёркиваем, не прокатило (ц)