#Dirt Farmer

[leomitchellart]

Spengler’s Spirit. ~Happy birthday, Harold Ramis~

[chaoparty]

my fields of mistria farmer (featuring sweetcorn! 🐥)

[dietmimo]

Plant boi be planting. 🌱

[crumplstiltskin]

logged in a few hours today, i forgot how lovely and wholesome this game is

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 138

Geralt has a garden in his backyard, of which he's very proud of and very attentive to. He grows vegetables and roots and such, unlike his nextdoor neighbor, of whom grows flowers. Geralt prefers something practical. Something he can eat or give his brothers to eat, rather than just something that "looks pretty". He does like how many bees his neighbor's flowers draw in, though. Geralt has reluctantly grown somewhat of a friendship with the strange man he lives next to. For about five years now, his neighbor, Jaskier, has forced himself into Geralt's house and life. He drops by with unplanned brunches, and brings Geralt tea and soup when Geralt gets too sick to garden, and he and Geralt occasionally meet in one of their houses to drink wine until they both can't think. Geralt does appreciate all of this. He's grown to quite like Jaskier. Which is why he's been dealing with Jaskier's recent oddities.

"Oh darling, your veggies are so big!" "It's for a contest." "Contest or not, I'd love to see your melons~" "Come over, then, they're in the left patch." "Oh- Okay!" "I've just picked the last of my cucumbers." "Isn't there one last cucumber you could show me?~" "No, I just said I picked them all?" "Do you grow any corn, Geralt?" "No." "A shame! I'd love a cob in my mouth right about now~" "I'm sure there's some cheap at the farmer's market." It's the night before the contest. Geralt is laying in his bed staring at the ceiling as it rains heavily outside. Geralt thinks back on his recent interactions with his neighbor, and suddenly sits up with a jolt. WAIT. BANG BANG BANG! Jaskier yawns and saunters to the door in his best robe, still holding a cup of tea. He opens the door and is met with a soaking wet Geralt. "Geralt? What are you doing over so late?" "Were you flirting with me?" "What?" "Were you flirting with me? With the comments about the vegetables?" "I've been flirting with you for five years now." "...Can I kiss you?"

[adizzyninja]

Currently, I’d say my biggest criticism of the Fallout show (that I hope theyll address in season 2) is the lack of focus on actual wastelanders.

You only really see things from the perspective of sheltered youngsters or the Uber-cynic ghoul. All the actual wastelanders they encounter are basically crazed killers or canon fodder.

I get that’s the point, at least for now: to show that the wasteland is harsh and our cast aren’t quite equipped to handle it. But if they want to tackle these big themes, if they want to actually explain why this world is worth saving from the vault tec baddies, or why the ghoul cowboy should value human life, I think they need to do a little more work next season on the people actually living in this world.

Show a settlement that’s gotten together. Or a family that’s nice to the cast. Or just have someone from the wastes who just waves to them and shoots the breeze. The current presentation of wastelanders makes them seem so cartoonish and inhuman, when there can be so much more nuance to how people behave in that kind of world. I just really hope they try to actually dig into that kind of humanity to wasteland life in season 2

[corpseqwat]

[p1nkc4lyps0]

summer one farmer mash shitpost except I was having too much fun with the expressions and the meme is now a little off anyway they’re both autistic

[lathron]

[garlic-in-the-land-of-vampires]

Confirmation (not that we needed it!) that Greg can now understand Baelin!

Edit: Old married couple

[brbgensokyo]

every scene with the sick blind girl in utawarerumono has got me praying like gods own hater like in that one spider man movie

[paulmamuad]

Greg the Garlic Farmer

[laurapetrie]

OONA & SALINGER, frederic beigbeder

Oona loved hearing from Jerry; she loved his letters. They were seductive, delicious, enchanting letters. - LEILA HADLEY LUCE He wrote Oona letters ten pages long while he was overseas in the army. Sort of love-letter essays, very tender, tenderer than God. - CAROL MARCUS

[portalaway]

FINALLY FINISHED

[smile-files]

rant alert!!!!!!!!!!!

something that's been really bothering me lately is how capitalism is hardcore exploiting our generation's desire to explore/create identity

like aesthetic culture is nice on paper but in practice it just means buying a butt load of stuff that we don't need. like, say i like cottagecore, and by extension the strawberry shortcake franchise. it isn't enough for me to just say i like them aesthetically, or whatever -- i have to buy clothes and merchandise or what have you for that part of my identity to feel tangible. i need to be able to embody this aesthetic in every part of my being for it to feel real

and i've interacted with enough brand instagram accounts (such as the strawberry shortcake instagram) to know that companies are all over creating aesthetic, nostalgic nonsense to sell to us, knowing we'll buy anything cutesy that panders to us and the things we like. and we can't help but feed into it. and they act all relatable and gen-z-core too which doesn't help

consumerism drives me nuts, all the more so because i actively partake in it. i love collecting stuff, especially stuffed animals, but adding to the collection with new items involves spending money on a bunch of plastic and polyester things that take up space and will end up in a landfill someday. like, sure, i like them, and people know for sure that i love stuffed animals when they know i have over 100 of them and keep buying them, but if i'm being completely honest i don't get as much out of them as i'd like to think i do. i'm considering making a photo/drawing catalog of all of the plushies i have now and donating the ones who'd do better in a different home! the same applies to all of the toys i have as well

when i was little i used to collect rocks and sticks and pine cones... things in nature that are just as cool and give me just as much joy as my stuffed animals and toys but a) don't take up a huge amount of space b) don't cost money c) don't hurt the environment and d) don't feed into the capitalist, consumerist black hole that's quickly eating us all

honestly... and this might be a hot take... but the whole concept of "aesthetics" that's been on the internet in recent years that has compelled ourselves to shape our wardrobes and possessions in favor of a pretty, inhuman ideal that supposedly affirms our identities is likely just a project by Big Consumerism to get us to buy more stuff that we think makes us feel more like ourselves. like yeah we all deserve to have our own style and our own tastes but that should not necessitate buying 15 billion new outfits from your local target to prove to yourself or anyone else that it's your style and tastes. buying a dropshipped mushroom nightlight off of amazon does not make you any more of a cottagecore girly than someone who doesn't. we shouldn't all be trying to fool each other over instagram reels that we all perfectly fit this aesthetic with our cool clothes and knickknacks and random decorations and be constantly jealous of each other

and it all just feeds into fast fashion and non-sustainably-made products and all that... like if companies know we'd buy anything that fits our aesthetic they'll throw out any notion of making lasting goods that aren't made of plastic and garbage and the blood of innocent baby animals or whatever. we keep eating it up. and we keep buying more and more of it to create an every-expanding hoard of objects that supposedly reflect every facet of our soul

(and i know it's the companies' fault at the end of the day! but i do think we, as individuals, have to think about how we happily succumb to it!)

i'm starting to think that my happiest life would be one lived with a small handful of cool clothes (as it is, most of the clothes i find cool are old ones my aunt sends me or ones i thrift), a small handful of stuffed animals i have a genuine love for (e.g. barry, any homemade plushie), and a gargantuan collection of nature stuff like rocks and sticks and pine cones. i can't help wanting to collect -- i'm like a dragon! but what i can help is what i choose to collect, what system i choose to feed into. i have a huge love for stuffed animals, but if anything, i'm doing a disservice to them and my appreciation for them by repeatedly buying new, low quality ones which i ultimately don't care much about -- and having fewer of them by no means diminishes how much they mean to me. one should not judge a fan by the amount of merchandise they've bought, after all

we are trying to live vicariously through our stuff, which isn't surprising given the hellish socioeconomic landscape, but it only makes us languish and look at devices all day and buy useless stuff and not try to make our lives actually good. this is what capitalism wants!!! augh!!!!

also... folks can't buy sustainable stuff because it often costs more and is less widely sold. but whose fault is that? capitalism!!!!! they could make wool cheaper than polyester for all they cared!!!!!!! they could get rid of money altogether!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i don't really know what i want to say in all of this... but i care about nature and i care about being genuinely happy and digging my own grave in an aesthetic landfill does nothing for that

[nice-day-for-fishin-aint-it]

clears throat

Bodger, Baradun, and Greg cuddled up together sleeping.

That is all-