#i blame u

[angeart]

[wip]

i may or may not be drawing something with six characters—

[nebulousmistress]

Because I cannot ever do things halfway, it seems...

So...

Overarching plot to the Stardew Valley fanfics. Still going to do everything in my power not to name the farmer, since Sebastian and Sebastian makes it harder to keep track. Also, I want to keep the farmer more relatable, including liberal use of the first person POV.

And because I'm me, and because Stardew Valley has that undercurrent of horror-fantasy if you scratch the veneer away, Descent To Madness as a subtheme.

[sleep-cry-die]

the vest was saved but at what cost???

it now is ingrained in my head as Sherk's vest DAMN YOU @t3acupz 😡😡😡

and now we are victims of hannibal and shrek crossover 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[definition-of-awkward]

yes I know it wasn't actually Hilda who did the evil deed, but come on the coincidence of the number is too damn funny

[etoilebleu]

bountyborn asked:  ❛  whatever you want i’ll give to you. ❜

       they’re  alone  on  his  ship,  the  darkness  of  space  shrouding  them  in  the  cloak  of  the  eternal  night,  only  the  dim  lights  of  the  on  board  system  and  the  far  away  stars  illuminating  their  silhouettes. she’s  sitting  and  he’s  standing,  brynn’s  figure  towering  above  her  while  they  had  their  usual  heart  to  heart.

         glistening  eyes  left  his  for  a  moment,  thumb  grazing  against  the  soft  blanket  wrapped  around  her,  eris  pulling  at  it  tighter. “  whatever  i  want... ?  “  whispering  in  thought. 

          she  was  amused,  a  scenario  that  had  crossed  her  mind  many  of  times. but  had  it  ran  through  his? 

          there  was  no  way  to  determine  how  he’d  react,  but  those  ten  years  behind  them  stopped  her  from  caring  and  putting  her  bravest  foot  forward  with  it. 

            blanket  was  dropped  to  the  ground  and  she  slowly  stood,  gazing  up  at  him  now  with  a  soft  smile. 

 “......and  what  if  it  was  someone  i  wanted  ?  “

[pandorasbugs]

aza brainworms came back

[swordofruln]

lo, woopers be upon ye

[thebearchives]

okay okay chicken noodle soup all fine and dandy, but what about my lucky numbers 7 and 13 👀

7 - counting stars by be’o

13 - buck by woodz

[cryptocism]

"just as I did, in 1983."

you'd never know my favourite parts of the show are the fucked up insane bits when my first instinct is to draw the cheesiest thing imaginable

[starrydownpour]

Just wanted to advise that I see your sp rbs and they are making me giggle n kick my feet <333333

BABE…. MY LOVE…. IVE BEEN WATCHING SP…. and i find myself so attached to tweek 🥹🥹🥹 i just wanna fuckin hug him and GAH AKSKDKD hes just such a special lil guy i cant help but want to protect him wtffff

I WAS WATCHING LAST NIGHT AND I JUST THOUGHT TO MYSELF WHO KNEW THERE WAS SM NUANCE TO CHARACTERS IN THIS DAMN SHOW AJSJDJFJ WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

[dieserr]

if I try working on this anymore I’ll explode probably just take it

[inkskinned]

i think a lot about exactly 1 thing from the roman empire: the concept of bread and circus. the idea was that if your population was fed and entertained, they wouldn't revolt. you are asking us to give up our one small life, is the thing - for under 15 dollars an hour.

what would that buy, even. i am trading weekends and late nights and my back health. i am trading slow mornings and long walks and cortisol levels. i am trading sleep and silence and peace. for ... this. for what barely-covers-rent.

life really is more expensive right now. you aren't making that up. i make almost 3 times what i did 5 years ago, and despite an incredibly equal series of bills - i am still struggling. the most expensive line item i added was to own a dog. the money is just evaporating.

we were okay with it because it's a cost-benefit analysis. i could handle the customer harassment and standing all day and the manager's constantly changing temperament - i was coming home to hope, and my life planned in a blue envelope. three hours would buy me my dog's food for a month. i can give up three hours for him, for his shiny coat and wide, happy mouth. three days could be a new mattress, if i was thrifty. if i really scrimped and saved, we could maybe afford a trip into the city.

recently i cried in the car about the price of groceries.

business majors will be mad at me, but my most inflammatory opinion is that people should never be valued at the same place as products. your staff should not be a series of numbers in an excel sheet that you can just "replace" whenever you need something at that moment. your staff should be people, end of sentence.

it feels like someone somewhere is playing a very bad video game. like my life is a toy. like someone opened an app on their phone and hired me in diner dash ultra. they don't need to pay me well or treat me alright - they can always just show me the door. there is always someone more desperate, always someone more willing.

but i go to work and know i could save for years and not afford housing. i am never going to own my own home, most likely. i have no idea how to afford her ring, much less the wedding. my dog doesn't have his own yard. everything i love is on subscription. if i lose my job, i have no "nest egg" to catch my falling.

this thin life - they want me to give up summer for it. to open my mouth and throat and swallow the horrible hours and counted keystrokes. they want me to give up mountains and any non-federal holiday. to give up snow days. to give up talking to my mom whenever i want. to give up visiting the ocean and hearing the waves.

bread and circus worked for a while, actually. it was the kind of plan that would probably now be denounced by republicans as socialist commie liberal pronoun bullshit.

but sometimes i wonder if we should point them to the part of the history book that says: it worked until it didn't.

[moncuries]

clearly my idea of these two just revolves around longing and diplomacy

[drabsyo]

me? shipping another rare pair wlw in a fandom i'm 16 yrs late to? just another tuesday

[saewokhrisz]

mask expressions :O

[mint-fixates]

There's this weird take I've seen floating around on TikTok that Bill doesn't actually care about his family/dimension or Stanford at all; that we're supposed to take everything in TBOB as non-canon basically because he's lying to garner sympathy from reader to make a deal with them. I'm all for having your own interpretations of media, but I just don't think this idea that Bill is a completely heartless unfeeling creature is supported by canon at all. In fact, it kind of feels like the opposite of the point of the book.

Like, yeah, most things Bill says should be taken with a grain of salt because he lies a lot, but he's not actually a very good liar? It's usually pretty easy to clock when he's full of it. But okay, even if we assume every word Bill says while trying to recruit the reader is a lie, there are three major things that this doesn't account for.

Bill is not the only source in the book. The lost Journal 3 pages were written by Stanford, we only know about the interdimensional Taco Bell incident because of an included police transcript, etc.

Even once he's lost any chance of making a deal with the reader to escape, Bill is having a complete breakdown and mentions all the people he so totally doesn't miss for real you guys. Why bother with reverse psychology double-lying for sympathy once his shot at getting the reader on his side is already gone?

Trying to garner the reader's sympathy makes sense to a certain extent, but why go out of his way to make himself look pathetic? Does revealing that he got drunk and cried over his ex in a fast-food drive-through really help his cause if that cause is to convince the reader he's still a powerful being capable of starting the apocalypse again so they can rule with him?

And that's all without even mentioning that, as previously stated, I think the entire point of the book is missed if we're interpreting Bill as having no genuine feelings or attachments. The book ends with Stanford healing from his past by being open about what he went through with his family and accepting their help, while Bill insists he doesn't need anyone and refuses to heal, actively making himself worse in the process. The clear theme imo is that accepting your past and accepting help from people who love you is essential to healing, while denying those things just makes everything worse. If Bill doesn't actually care about his family, his dimension, Stanford, or anything/anyone else, he has no trauma to heal from or regrets to learn from that he's refusing to accept and deal with, and the entire meaning of the book is made moot.