#mini golf

[destined-productions]

I am a solo indie dev trying to overcome my anxiety and actually let people know my game exists. It is a cute physics based game where you are the level.

I love making this game with passion and I am so excited to share it with the world, but somehow I need to let the world know. Unfortunately the way steam works is the more wishlists the more visibility, so if you are interested it is super appreciated :)

Wishlist on steam or visit the website to find out more mightymarbles.com

[oldshowbiz]

Peter Pan Mini Golf

[ebongawk]

hellcheer + mini golf pls

"Eddie, no."

"Eddie, yes."

"Eddie, no!"

"Christ, Cunningham, what are you? My mom?"

"What? Ew, Eddie, no."

"I'm calling Child Protective Services and telling them my mother sticks her tongue down my throat."

"Eddie, gross!"

"And that she likes it."

Chrissy tried to swallow her laugh; she really did. Tried to keep a stern face, lips pursed around her serious expression. Her finger pressed against her boyfriend's chest as she grasped his metal golfclub with the opposite hand.

It was, however, a fruitless endeavor. Because she, for whatever reason, found Eddie's absurdity humorous, and the laughter side-stepped the lump of refusal in her esophagus. Sounding almost like a backfiring car as it slipped undaintily from her throat.

Eddie clocked it, his eyes glistening with victory as he carefully unpeeled her fingers from around his club.

"Alright, alright," he sighed, holding his arms up in submission. "I will not, in fact, treat your precious game of mini golf like it's real golf and hit the ball as hard as I possibly can." He smirked, leaning toward her. "Satisfied?"

Giving a little harrumph, Chrissy crossed her arms with an eyeroll. "I'll believe it when I see it, Munson."

Eddie grinned, feral and wild and glorious, as he grabbed his ball and set it on the raised green pad of turf. He lined up, shimmying his hips a little, and Chrissy giggled. Throwing a look over his shoulder, he made a show of wiggling his entire body that had her snorting with her hands pressed over her mouth. He reminded her of Gumby, sometimes, in the way he moved. Boneless limbs and flailing joints.

And, honestly, he did look a little ridiculous. All black clothes and silver chains, holding a bright pink golf club and matching pink golf balls that he grabbed before she had the chance, because, "You always get to be pink, sweetness, give someone else a turn." Standing on chemical-green turf and gently whacking balls into downscaled windmills and off the backs of cartoonish plastic animals.

Mean and scary. It made Chrissy laugh anymore, trying to perceive how he might look to the general population and failing miserably.

All she ever saw when she looked at him was her Eddie.

And her Eddie was ready and willing to take her mini golfing after she mentioned in passing the opening of a new course in Fort Wayne. Showing up on her doorstep with one of those ridiculous checkered golf hats he said he found at a thrift store and wrapping his arms and legs around her to get it on her head.

(She had to admit, it was kinda cute. Even if he did mess up her hair.)

"Watch this, baby! Boutta make a hole-in-one."

"I'm gonna guess a bogey, actually."

"Even better!"

"It isn't!"

"Well, it's a cooler word, at least," Eddie said, pulling back and tapping the ball. He still somehow managed to hit it way too hard, the force sending it flying through the air and making it bounce off the side of the drawbridge he was trying to get it over.

Her former boyfriend would've gotten extremely frustrated at that. Called mini golf a waste of time and said he wasn't playing anymore. He'd pretend that he'd wait for her at the concession stand, like he was granting her permission to finish the game alone, but would throw a fit if she actually tried to play the remaining holes.

Eddie did absolutely none of that.

Eddie threw his head back and cackled as the ball ricocheted off the wooden bridge and flew back further than it was when he set up his shot. He nearly toppled himself trying to catch it, which only made him laugh harder, looking back at Chrissy with bright eyes. Like a forest in autumn, sunlight streaming through browning leaves.

"How many points is that?"

"It's one!"

"What? No way. That was at least ten, Cunningham. Did you see the way it arched?"

"Eddie, points in golf are bad."

"Well, I don't feel bad," he replied, sauntering toward her as he twirled his golf club. Which almost immediately went careening out of his hand, landing on the turf with a dull thud. He looked at it like it had disappointed him before closing the remaining distance between them.

"You don't feel bad because you didn't bother learning the rules," she stressed, even as a new grin tugged at her lips, trying to find life that she suffocated as best as she could.

The moment Eddie's arm wrapped around her waist, she lost the battle.

"Rules are overrated anyway," he shrugged. "I think my way is way more fun."

Humming, Chrissy shrugged, trying to keep a disinterested air that was betrayed immensely by the firmly affixed smile she couldn't shake.

"Too bad you didn't invent the game then," she shot back as Eddie pulled her closer to him.

"God, that would've set us up for life," he lamented, slumping toward her. "Who needs rock n' roll when you're rolling in that sweet mini golf cash?"

Her heart gave a little flutter at the implication, the hand not still holding her orange golf club spreading across his pectoral.

"'Us', huh?" she asked. Eddie's eyebrows shot up, his head tilted to one side as he searched her eyes. For what, she didn't know, but whatever he found seemed satisfactory with the way they warmed.

"Definitely us," he agreed, tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he made a show of thinking. "Right up until you divorced me, anyway."

"Wouldn't I just get half of that sweet mini golf cash, then?"

"What? You think I went into this post-mini-golf-invention marriage without a prenup? I'm crazy, Cunningham, but I'm not insane."

Chrissy squawked indignantly. "You would make me sign a prenup?"

"Well, yeah! How else am I supposed to convince you to stay tethered to me forever?"

"Oh, my God."

"Are you saying you'd divorce me and leave yourself broke?" He scoffed. "Unlikely, baby. Gotta incentivize you with money, since clearly my body isn't enough."

"Oh, my God, Eddie––"

Her rebuttal was cut off as Eddie closed the scant space between them, capturing her lips with his and swallowing down her retort. Chrissy melted into it without permission, sighing into his kiss and falling headfirst into the familiar cadence of their shared sonnet. The hand on his chest abandoned its post, curling around his neck so her fingers were tucked into his hair and keeping him tethered for as long as possible.

They only broke apart when someone wolf-whistled from another course, both of them panting as red blossoms of embarrassment bloomed under her cheeks.

"I know, right?" he called back to their unknown spectator. Then, quieter, for only her to hear, he said, "Fifty points at least."

Laughing, Chrissy tucked her forehead against his collar as she caught her breath.

Gosh, she loved him.

"How many bogeys do we have left, Cunningham?"

"We're only on the fourth hole."

"Ah, the forbidden fourth hole, is it?" He waggled his eyebrows, and she laughed even more.

"Of eighteen, Eddie."

"Well fuck, we better start hitting balls! Stop distracting me with your feminine wiles, Chrissy, it's unfair!"

"Don't blame me! You kissed me, mister!"

"Oh, you are definitely getting served a prenup."

[2022dirt]

This Is What Happens When Lightning Strikes A Flag On A Golf Course.

[itscolossal]

Practice Your Stroke with Alphaputt, a Playful Typographic Mini Golf Course

[stillhavetodothat]

MFW I suffer through an hour of mini golf to win 5 fucking toys for the orphans, only to stumble across a vending machine of toys 5 minutes later

My fiance literally yelled from the other room, “What are you screaming about in there?”

[dougielombax]

Mini golf implies the existence of mega golf.

…

No.

Wait…

Oh…

[frostbitegator]

A Kobold plays Mini Golf Madness

That feeling when a mini golf course turned out to be much bigger than expected... But here I am playing it anyways! (22m 5s)

[talos-stims]

glow in the dark mini golf | source

[oldshowbiz]

Mini-Golf of Roadside America

[nightgownloversworld]

Went mini golfing today. Got 2 hole in one’s but still lost by 3 strokes 🤷🏻‍♀️

[maleekmallls-blog]

Love is too short to drink bad wine. Fortunately has do so many great sips.

🍷

[acmeoop]

Snakie Go Down The Hole… “Guardin' in the Garden” (1993)

[daisyducklover2021]

Everyone Plays Mini Golf in their kooky ways.

[halbarryweekfeed]

Halbarry Week 2 Month Reminder!

Halbarry Week 2023 is August 25th through August 31st!

Just 2 months left! Check out the FAQ to learn more about the event, and participant WIPs to see what the community's been working on!

And a just little over 2 months before we all get to see people's @halbarry-big-bang collaborations!

Also:

(because I couldn't help myself after @nopes-and-dreams-and-nightmares's GIFification of Batman's nonchalance at Halbarry antics)