Okay Stardew Valley peeps hear me out.
I know a lot of us like to use the farmhand cabins for extra storage. And with the introduction of 8 person multiplayer that means you can now put 7!!! farmhand cabins on your farm.
But I’m still going somewhere with this.
So they added some new cabin designs so that everyone doesn’t have to have the same look if they don’t want it.
And this
Is one of the new “cabin” designs.
So what I’m saying is we should plot out a corner of our farms with 7 of these and decorate it like a trailer park.
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put jevil in there >:)
how did you know i was watching over jevil for a while?? actually, you know what, i'm going to just chalk it up to this being a simple coincidence. just some clown-related sixth sense. best not to think too hard about that, all these clowns are already driving me mad,.,,, we've got a few pictures of that clown around town during the period he was here though!!
jevil was(past tense) staying here for just a couple of weeks but damn he was quite a handful, couldn't get a break while that clown was around, how am i supposed to sprinkle salt on rouxls with this fella causing chaos,.,,,
a word of advice, make sure you have no weapons of any kind around your place,.,,, rouxls got cut in half(below the cut(no pun intended)) at some point and it was really inconvenient,.,,, oh well, i just hope that whoever it was that picked jevil up from here is better prepared for chaos chaos than i was
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This is going to sound unexpectedly specific compared to my usual vague-as-fuck questions. Context being: I want money, I cannot commit to doing commissions at the moment and drawing is my only marketable skill.
If you were to buy a character "adopt" - premade design for your use, art by me and no rights retained except to like merchandising that original art - would it be a significant factor in either a positive or negative direction if the art were originally done digitally vs traditionally?
Likewise, if you were to buy a traditionally-drawn adopt, would the inclusion of the original paper-and-ink drawing be a significant benefit to you that you would consider paying more than just "base" price for?
Third, regardless of medium, would you want "scratch" papers where I did the brainstorming before the final concept was finished - this wouldn't be at any extra cost i just wonder.
Fourth, would you prefer a "flat" sale or an auction? (I like buying things at auction-style sales, and it means you might get a cheaper price than i'd normally list whatever it is for, but I am given to understand that my preferences vary from the norm pretty significantly lol) .
Fifth, would TF or at lesat mecha designs be more interesting than non-TF ones or would more general "can use this as any oc for anything" type characters be more appealing?
Ah - sixth and last, do regular ocs appeal more or less than kink/fetish-oriented ocs like "suspiciously wide-hipped lady who just so happens to have a mouth in her crotch" or stuff in that vein lol? I'm not sure I can stop myself from coming up with at least one erotic as fuck design because that's just how my brain works, but it's good to know if i should try and focus on that or leave it be and just focus on concepts that seem interesting enough to get a shape out of.
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things i think are gay-coded about claire dearing:
- keeps wearing plaid. the most well known lesbian stereotype ever. she wears it in her last scene in fallen kingdom as well as multiple different ones in dominion. do you have something to share?!
- her assistant is KATIE MCGRATH. famously known for playing gay women. famously known for saying “you can’t make a show without lesbianism”. gay behavior, enough said
- can only befriend gay women. her best friend tanya in evolution of claire is very heavily implied to be gay (has a love is love pin and dyed hair), zia is a lesbian, and kayla is bisexual! thats three different gay women she’s befriended. gay people are known to befriend other gay people. it’s unlikely for a straight person to know three gay people
- the scene below. i don’t think i need to say anything else
- was estranged from all family for 7 - 10ish years. sorry being an unmarried aunt with no known boyfriends who only sends postcards during the holidays is queer culture. what’s next? she has a “roommate” who she’s lived with for six years?!
- made two different comments about another woman’s arms in evolution of claire. “she’s got the kind of strong biceps that make me think i should really be hitting the gym” “no wonder her biceps are so enviable” why are you noticing another woman’s huge biceps. is it because you want her to HOLD YOU?!
- decided activism was her calling. do you know how many animal activists are queer? a damn lot of them! whats next on her agenda? attending pride rallies?? organizing walk-outs for better working rights for gay people?! it’s only a matter of time
- bisexual bob in jurassic world. it is quite literally the most stereotypical haircut for bisexual women (marceline, korra, clarke, petra, eleanor, etc. like it’s a whole thing) and she wears it with pride throughout jurassic world
- weird white boyfriend. sorry but in my experience sapphics will latch on to the weirdest white men you’ve ever seen. i have seen an absurd amount of posts from lesbians and various sapphics about that stranger things eddie guy or the twelfth doctor or stede bonnet. i’ve come to appreciate it as part of wlw culture. enjoy your white boys, gay girls
- stole a child. straight people do legal adoption. gay people accidentally acquire poor little orphans who need a home where they can be introduced to a found family. it’s science
- name is claire dearing. what is dear to you claire? WOMEN???
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it is the first snow today. i think we should all have off work, even though it didn't stick. i think there should be 4 national holidays, one for each season. happy first snow, go home and make cookies. for spring it can be the first crocus. for summer the first lightning bug. for autumn, the first golden leaf. go home, kiss your dog, feed your cat (who is absolutely already-fed but somehow still starving.)
i think we should all take more showers together, but i mean that in the soft way. i mean it like taking a nap. two years ago i had 5 adult friends in my queen bed, all of us laying across each other, head over belly over thigh over hand. any time one of us would giggle, it would ripple over each of us, like pulling on a spiderweb. kim actually needed to nap and didn't get to sleep and i am still sorry for it even though this is one of my most precious memories.
i think we should all wash each other's hair, i mean. i walk my dog and i watch someone put up twinkle lights around their front porch. alex and i just moved, and i love the neighborhood. already so many of our new neighbors have stopped by to say hello. the nice lady downstairs also collects plants, like me. she gave us her number on a pink post-it note. i am trying to decide whether to make her cookies or brownies.
i am going through a very hard time. something bad happened this weekend that i do not wish to discuss. it is hanging over me. i think of the green ribbon, and the woman who had her throat cut. it feels like that sometimes, inside of my body. like i am walking and talking despite being half-corpsed. like i am hanging on by a ribbon, standing on some kind of cusp. i keep saying - at least it wasn't worse. we are so lucky it wasn't worse. the idea is river-rock smooth now, all the edges worried off.
in this very dark night - the sun sets by 3 now - people don't need to, but they try anyway. they paint the missing light into things. i have an embarrassing number of missed calls and texts, but i feel the love from them nevertheless - hey. if you need something, i'm here. i will bring you food/puzzles/anything. i got you.
i think we should all have a big group chat where we do errands with strangers. this week i got lost in a home depot, which is wild because i'm a lesbian and we are actually hatched in a lowe's lumber section. there were two other women in the whole store. we ended up shopping together, at first by accident (we all needed things in the same aisle), and then because, well, why not. one of the ladies was taller than me, so she pulled down the screws i needed. i am agile and have the personality of a raccoon, so they sent me after anything below 3 feet. we talked about holiday plans and never learned each other's names, but did learn all the drama about each other's families.
i am making you cupcakes, because i have so much affection i want to pour it into batter. you ask me if i am eating enough per meal. i wrap your gift twice, trying to do it prettily. i get excited to give it to you, just because i hope you'll be excited too.
my parents drive an hour just to see the new apartment and to do the parent thing; standing in the kitchen saying things like "oh you'll get so much use from this dishwasher" and "well, you could paint that" and "when your mother and i moved it was uphill both ways and in a snowstorm and of course your brother was an infant." my mother brought me a plant for housewarming. i always say i love you before she leaves.
i play dnd on tuesdays still, after all these years. we all keep that night free. at one point, between grad school and marriage and all of it, we had to have a serious discussion about how to keep it running. we will keep going, we decided eventually. just to see each other, even if we don't play - you are all important to me. sebastian is not prone to affection but last night he stole my usual sign off - i love you all, be good, he said. he was laughing.
i don't love the winter, actually. i like snow in theory, but i grew up in the north, and am too-familiar with the season of "mud and sludge". i don't like being cold. but i do love something kind of soft and rare: every year around this time, people remember oh yes. you and i are human together. and i have love to spare.
it is the first snow, and something in my heart is finally warm again. i have spent what felt like the last 18 months just going-through-the-motions. it has felt blank and immediate, like i would never actually feel again. that sounds extremely trite and stupid - but that is the boring and familiar experience of depression. life just washes up against your windows, and you watch it happening. you see things that should be lovely and affecting, and it just whispers too-thin. i was desperately uncreative. uninterested in my hobbies. unimpressed by my writing. i told my therapist, often, i don't know how to find hope again.
almost sheepishly, something strange and lovely is burning in my chest. i keep not-looking at it, worried it will scamper back into the shadows again. it is skittish and wild, but it is so warm i want to sink my hands into its fur and feel it breathing. i love-hate it: if it's real, it can hurt me when it leaves again. but i am icarus-born, sun-lover and poet: i can't help myself. despite my best intentions, i am falling in love with life again.
i am planning to make cookies for my friends. alex and i are going to go christmas tree shopping. we picked out matching dish towels last night, and they have little mushrooms on them.
i love you. it does come back. yes, even after a long time. even for you. i promise. keep trying. you will wake up and it will be a day you can smile about.
write me when you get there. we will take the day off of work, and i will wash your hair, and we will both be laughing.
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