Harvey is regretting everything

This was inspired by @lemon-zesttt 's comic ! Especially this one !

(and it's a redraw of this meme)

Hello !! I'm slowly coming back ! (both on my stardew valley phase & art in general)

I felt very inspired by this comic and the dynamics of this trio, I had a lot of fun doing this :)

Anyway, things might be slow art-wise, but it feels nice coming back in here!

Anyway I've been thinking about last names for the bachelor/ettes, and the names for some of their parents (not all but I do plan on coming back to it eventually)

So far I've got:

Elliott Cullinane (parents: Conan and Margaret Cullinane)

Penny Smith (parents: Pam Smith and Robert Smith)

Sebastian Fong (parents: Robin Ryans and Kai Fong)

Maru Ryans (parents: Demetrius Ryans and Robin Ryans)

Sam Jones (parents: Jodi Jones and Kent Jones)

Abigail Dubois (parents: Pierre Dubois and Caroline Dubois)

Harvey Williams

Shane Foster

Emily Burton (parents: George Burton and Amelia Burton)

Haley Burton (parents: George Burton and Amelia Burton)

Alex Martin (parents: Clara Martin and Louis Martin)

Leah MacDonald

chai and i have the same taste in fashion and music so i’m just straightup giving him my outfits cuz all i wear is band merch

i lvoe all of my stardew valley farmers equally esp remy but i love them all equally ok i just love remy a little more but its an equal amount of love for all of them ok

hehe

“I don’t believe it. Two nights in a row, right. We’re getting robbed two nights in a row.”

Elliot Gould as Charlie Waters in California Split (1974) dir. Robert Altman

cmon tumblr there was a new stardew valley update there’s GOTTA be new posts about elliott. why aren’t you recommending me them :(

Been suffering from incidental "Stardew Valley Elliott Brainrot™" since a few days thanks to Tumblr, and today I remembered good ol' "Disney Prince Maker" on Doll Divine site (managed to salvage it on my PC along with another bunch of dollmaker/dressup games before Adobe Flash would be "unalived").

In case you're wondering how hard the Brainrot struck: this pic here has been obtained 98% by memory alone. 😅

in 1989, helen, dale, rob and noelene double date at the cinemas watching road house and three out of four walk out with a crush on patrick swayze

Practicing drawing the bachelors (while using their blushing portraits as reference)

I might draw the bachelorette’s blushing portraits too but I’m not sure yet-

sam’s hair and elliott’s side profile actually killed me to draw I’m not even gonna lie

⚠  Do not repost my art or I will come after your kneecaps  ⚠

Welcome to Starlight Farm!

Howdy folks and welcome to my humble lil' farm!

I made this blog as a timeline of sorts to show off the progress I make towards fixin' my grandpa's ol' farm (may he rest in peace)

I suppose I should let y'all get to know me a lil' huh?

Name's Osmosis but please, call me Ozzy. I'm 26 and I use he/him. I'm a hard worker who just quit his job to take over his grandpa's old farm. I haven't been back here since I was, what 13?

God, it's been so long...

Anyways! I'm excited to go on this adventure with y'all! Let's do this!

-Ozzy <3

(Oh p.s and my mailbox is always open! Feel free to send questions or even just fun little notes! I've always wanted penpals!)

And I am once again finding more reasons to despise Closeknit...

How do you become of the “big” writers in a fandom like TUA? It doesn’t seem like writing a lot gets me anywhere even if I do enjoy it

Luck. It's dumb luck.

My first advice is to not chase trying to be a "big writer". It genuinely is dumb luck. Focus on enjoying writing, enjoying/building the community around your fics/fandom, and try to not let yourself focus too much on those interaction stats. I know this is hard - we are all so addicted to that rush of dopamine and validation kudos and reblogs and comments give. We are all chasing it, it's part of why we share anything. But if you let that become your focus it sucks all the joy out of writing and then you have to take a break until you can get your head in a healthier spot about it and enjoy it again.

So, that disclaimer said, there are some things I think... help push luck in your favor, things I did to try and push community that translated to engagement. It's also about getting the right eyes on your fic, getting that one person to see and share it that starts a domino effect of more people seeing it (and maybe sharing it).

First is technical stuff. Get good at titles and summaries, summaries especially. You need people to want to click on your fic and to see what its about. I don't think I've talked about summaries before, and I'm not going to do it here outside of saying 1) Yes, I know they suck to write they're the worst and 2) that the goal of a summary is to let the reader know what to expect and to to pique their interest. It's the blurb on the back of the book when you're browsing, it's your shot to get someone to open it and give your story a try. Next, it's good you enjoy the writing process (that is the whole point!) because being technically good also helps keep people reading once they've opened your fic. People will read things they aren't necessarily interested in if it's well-written, and they will bail on things they like if it's too hard to read. But keep in mind that just being good isn't going to make you blow up in a fandom - some of the best fics I've read have had but a handful of kudos and comments on them.

The second is the social stuff. You have to find your crowd, your corner of the fandom, the people who will enjoy your fics. If you write Five but only Klaus stans are seeing your works, you're not going to go very far. Get good at tagging - on AO3 and when promo-ing on Tumblr. DO NOT take this as "put as many tags as possible so more people see it!". That's spam. Everyone hates spam. Don't be that person. Accurately tag your stuff so people know what your fic is. If it's what they want to read, they'll click on it - those are the people you are targeting, not every person in the fandom. Get comfortable self-reblogging posts when you post/update fics. If you're up for it, curate a community responding to comments on fics and encouraging asks on Tumblr (be careful with that and be ready to shut the inbox if people start being fucking weird - your mental health comes first).

After saying all that, my biggest point is to repeat that that "hitting it big" is dumb luck and fandom is fickle. TUA is in a lull between seasons right now and we all know the current struggle of artists and writers getting people to reblog things/interact further than a like/kudo. You're going to burn yourself out and stop having fun if your focus is on finding "fame" within the fandom, especially right now. I think the above stuff helped things take off for me, but I've been building my community for two years now and it was still luck at the end of the day. As you practice your writing skills, add to your library of fics, build your own community, things will get bigger organically.

for the micro prompts, 8 and 28 for elliott and sunshine? or whatever pairing u think fits :-) <3

8 (sunbathing) + 28 (something about them)

hiiiii, clover!!! thank you for your prompt 💜💜💜

this one is set during that beach trip elliott mentions in "dreamwalker boyfriend saves you from your nightmare" (and thus is again pre-canon; will i ever write eli/sunshine actually in a relationship? god who knows) ++ mood music owl city sunburn please and thank you

💜

With the beach so crowded and the ocean so close, Elliott's suggestion to head back to their umbrella goes unheard over the crashing spray as his best friend runs a little closer to the waves, soaked up to their thighs in seawater. The Pacific is cold even in the summer, and by all rights they should probably be shivering by now.

He calls their name again, getting a little closer, and this time they turn to look at him, their response stolen by the wind. They come back over, eyes bright, and stop just a bit in front of him.

Elliott had kept further away from the water than them. He hadn't been sure, when they'd invited him, if he'd like it here. The ocean featured prominently in his nightmares when he still had them, all-encompassing and black and cold and choking, and although they couldn't have known when they asked, he'd hesitated on the answer. The moment they started to take the idea back, though, expression falling, he'd caved instantly.

And it's turned out alright, anyway. It's bright here, and the sun is warm, and he can clearly see the sand below him and the coastline where the rocks are further forward than the beach. The water ends. They're here.

They head back to the umbrella together, hand-in-hand. He wonders if they look like a couple.

"We've been here for a while," they tell him in a stern voice once they get back, sitting down and rummaging through their overlarge beach bag for the sunscreen, which they produce and immediately begin to squeeze out onto their palm. "It's been long enough. You have to reapply."

"You're using it, sunshine," he says, a laugh in his voice to cover for how difficult it suddenly is to keep his eyes in polite territory. He sits next to them under the shade and steadfastly doesn't look at the way their sunblock-coated fingers are pressing gently into the skin of their thigh. He definitely doesn't think even once about the indents his own fingers might leave behind, there. He doesn't look.

They catch him looking, and Elliott thinks, for an impossible second, that he stops breathing. It's probably silly of him to be so worried about it. They have to know. It's been long enough. He's caught them looking before. But there's something about them, something about what they're doing together, that makes him want to stretch it longer, let them keep balancing on that uncertain edge. He knows, with the clarity of someone who would rather not, that he does this because of the hypothetical day when he leaves it all in front of them, the dreams and the drowning and the seemingly endless wells of care, and they leave it behind.

He doesn't know that they'll do that. He doesn't even really think that they will. He’s sure they love him, even if he isn't sure what form that love will take, and they wouldn't just abandon him. (Like he did.) But he doesn't know what they will do.

So he just meets their gaze, and lets the corner of his mouth curve up when they smile small and secretive at him, and cherishes that feeling for what it is right now. When they hand him the sunscreen with a repeated instruction, he lets their fingers brush, and when they relocate to the towel outside their little shelter to sunbathe, he stares for so long, focused on the soft way they feel falling asleep against his magic from close enough to hold, that he forgets entirely to reapply and burns so bad his skin peels.

cotton plant travelled around with me today !

winter / spring / summer / fall