out here looking like the motion test on a video game
Huge fan of when my speech patterns rub off on people enjoy when thay happens
NEVERMIND MY GRANDMA JUST SAID SKILL ISSUE
They should pay me to sort objects by color and shape and size all day I'd be good at it I'd be so fucking good at it
Tumblr is unique bc like. It's collaborative shitposting and you can't opt in or out. You can just say something about your day then an evil wizard shows up to turn your post into something humorous
Every other site is just one and done, but here a post is a welcome mat to be funnier than you
yeah or sometimes you’ll see a post that hacks into your brain and forever rewrites your instinctual reaction to seeing a pineapple explode
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What makes the farmer of Stardew Valley so... different?
What made the Junimos believe this twenty-something loser could be their saviour?
Why does everyone accept their behaviour, and choose to believe they're a friend when their behaviour is almost stalkerish?
Why did Mr Qi believe they were interesting enough to meet?
When anyone else visits the old community centre, they find an abondened building with rotted wood beams and plants growing through the floor, but when the Farmer explores, the spirits of a different world greet them at the door.
Everyone knows of these legendary fish, rumoured, but never seen. The Farmer can find them all with unnatural ease. Willy has worked in the fishing industry for his whole life and he only knew of their existence, and has not once been able to find one.
The explosive force of several kilos of dynamite should be enough to shred a person to pieces, but, it just knocks them around a little.
Aliens crash landed on his property. The witch cursed his farm, the skeletons cursed his luck. The fairies gave him blessings in return.
Why is it that when anyone else looks down, they see dirt, but when the Farmer looks, they find an ancient fossil of unknown origin? Why does regular food and drink change them at the atomic level?
Is it a blessing or a curse to be at the centre of the vortex, forever forced to play out century-old vendettas and be the change in a thousand lives? Wherever the farmer goes, the world moves with them, twisting itself around to curse and appease them as much as possible. Is the Farmer drawn to the supernatural, or is it the supernatural that finds the farmer so alluring?
And everywhere they go, Mr Qi watches, and waits.
if you reblog this i will fucking destroy you
The Beast that Bothers
this youtube thumbnail makes me lose control