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Me and a friend were just joking around about this
What is a gyatt? Someone pointed at me and said I had no gyatt, is it something dangerous? Do i need it, where can I buy a gyatt??
Hi my name is George Stardew Valley Mullner and I have no hair (that’s how I got myname) with no purple streaks and no red tips that reaches my mid-back and george colored eyes like frozen tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a witch, and I go to a magic school called pelcan town in stardew valley where I’m in the seventh year (I’m [removed]). I’m a george (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly algae and mold. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a mold with matching spores around it and a wheelchair, pink fishnets and george shoes. I was wearing George skin color lipstick, george foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside pelican town. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them
I’m not like other girls. I’m george.
save me stardew valley ... stardew valley save me..
Hello Tumblr have my shitty Gravity Falls doodles
‼️IM ON S1 EP 14 NO SPOILEEERS‼️
finish cooking! HARVEYYYY AHHH!! The best bacherlor 💚💚💚💚💚🗣‼️‼️
Urgent 🚨🙏Humanitarian appeal
This is my brother who was injured due to the war on Gaza.😭💔
He needs treatment as quickly as possible, but due to the lack of capabilities, the appropriate treatment is not available.🙏😔
Therefore, I hope that everyone will look at us with humanity, sympathize with us, and provide us with assistance and donation to save my brother's life.🙏🥹 @paper-mario-wiki
I think the writer of secret notes missed this particular detail in note #7
am i really making fanart of a doctor if i don't make an apple joke. it just so happens that that one apple made him sick, and now he's questioning everything
apples and doctors are some kind of folk tale or something in this universe guys. some ppl actually believe it, like how parents tell their kids santa puts them on the nice or naughty list depending on how they act. i think that's funny
or maybe it's just not that serious and i should stop trying to make this work in the canon lmaooo
Harvey??? The love of my life?? It’s more likely than you think
can't have SHIT on this website . leave my poor meow meow with his wife.
HI!!! HARVEY MY MAN ‼️ wip* Sorry for the inactivity! I've been very busy with school and homework, I'm more active on ig :) 👽💥
What you need
In my part of the world it is 2 September. My one-year anniversary of writing Lyra and Harvey. What better way to celebrate than with a chapter update and this amazing art?
I was so very fortunate to commission the incredibly cool and talented @lemon-zesttt for this stunningly beautiful art of Lyra and her Harvey on their second honeymoon.
I have put these two through some tough times in my long fic and so goodness me, they need... no, they deserve this little getaway.
They also need each other.
The details in this piece very honestly take my breath away. The light is simply beautiful. Lyra looks so gorgeous. (Look close at her lil tummy. I love it.) And Harv... well, you can see him. He is delicious.
Thank you so much for working with me again @lemon-zesttt! You are an absolute wizard!
And for those looking for the latest chapter of the long fic (now including spicy content) you can find it here.
Thank you so much to everyone who has read my work over the last year. Thank you from the bottom of my heart!
Just discovered a colony of mice in our walls that Emily has been secretly feeding for two weeks. How's your weekend going?
Does your harvey ever grow a full beard? Or shave his mustache off? What does cringe feel about these possibilities?
Ahh I wish I had time to draw Cringefail losing her shit bc Harvey Changed His Appearance
I feel like Cringefail is somewhat averse to change so yeah she feels prettyyyy negatively towards it lol just like every Harvey wife she tears her hair out if Harvey even dares to consider shaving his mustache off like I genuinely think she wouldn't be able to look at him for a few days if he did (before y'all attack her this is common gf behavior). I don't think she'll let him grow a beard before commenting on his stubble tghjrfk on day 2 she's already like "you look.....different......" "i was thinking of growing a-" "no." and he just shaves
Everyone SHUT UP!!!!
happy birthday hatsune miku
plane spotting with the doctor <3
posting in gif format because tumblr hates videos for some reason :( so sorry for low quality
[ID: a digital drawing depicting harvey from stardew valley merrily starting to say, remember to dress warm during winter so you-. he cuts himself off as he sees the PC and screams, why?! on the right is the PC, dressed in a fedora, sleeveless vest, jeans and boots holding a fishing rod. above them it says, me, who just discovered how to make clothes and bows to no god. next to the vest it says tits out and guns out. End ID]
I know it would be an absolutely unmanageable mechanic but it cracks me up to imagine how the characters would react if they could actually perceive the PC.
MOREEEEE Shane Sketches Time !! 😁
Ft. Shane getting a bouquet from farmer + him and Jas dressing up for Spirits Eve (she wanted to do a dragon and princess costume set and INSISTED on being the dragon)
+ closeups!!!
IT'S DONE! yay ✨ The Stardew Valley bachelor/ette 12-color wheel is complete! 👏 tbh I don't know how long this took but I super enjoyed it 🥰 I don't get to work on personal art or fanarts often since I prioritize comm work, but this was nice! Who's your fave? 💙 (Remember my comms are open btw 👉👈)
this is fanon bc george doesn't know what google is probably, anyway thats how i see that one cutscene
Me remembering Harvey haters exist and it’s always the same two reasons
I drew harvey coz he's my husband and I love him
My family lives in desperate conditions. I present to you a family of more than fifteen children. We live in very difficult circumstances😭🙏🇵🇸🍉🔻
Our children often say: "Stop the war - we are children - we want to live." But does anyone in the world hear his screams and respond to him? We live in a state of despair. This family has been living for nine months in a small tent no larger than 3 metres. Imagine spending every day, every night, and every moment in such cramped conditions. They need urgent support to rebuild our home and restore a sense of normalcy
@sayruq @90-ghost @soon-palestine @appsa @27-moons
one tries to fly away: a cringefail farmer x harvey fic
first time posting fic on tumblr, so not sure what i'm supposed to be doing :D anyway i was possessed this afternoon and wrote this fic featuring @clarisinne's cringefail farmer and harvey. i liberally mixed metaphors in this fic, which i am not sorry for in the slightest.
crossposted on ao3--please enjoy!
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Harvey divided his life in two, in much the same way a historian splits history. For the historian, the ages are separated by the death of a Galilean man. For Harvey, there was before and after her.
For both Harvey and historian, time was reckoned by the coming of a savior.
He didn’t recognize her as such right away, partly because he wasn’t entirely aware of his own misery. He knew he was sad, sure, and he distantly felt the years piling up on his shoulders. But these feelings were familiar, and he had long since stopped noticing them. He didn’t remember a time when loneliness hadn’t been his faithful companion.
(A bird born in a cage does not miss the sky.)
Harvey, for his part, had made quite the comfortable life for himself in his cage. He’d decorated it with the few joys and achievements he had. The iron wires that wrapped around his life were predictable and study. Most days, he forgot to miss his long-dead dream of flight.
She had entered his life like a fireball, a meteor burning bright against his sky. Out of control, she hurtled from the heavens, crashing against his comfortable imprisonment and crushing some of the cage bars quite badly. She disturbed him.
He wasn’t sure how he felt about being disturbed.
He had seen her, fluttering around the town, bumping into everything and always popping back up with a flushed smile. She drew his eye—a spot of color against the dark and drab world. When she burst into the clinic, braids flying and eyes bright, he had no choice but to let her in.
(Looking back, that had been the moment when his life shifted from one age to the next.)
And she was clumsy, and loud, and she seemed to slam doors more often than not, and she rattled Harvey’s world in a way that no one had before. She dragged herself into the clinic at all hours, nursing all manner of cuts and bruises and broken bones. She brought him jars of pickles and lukewarm coffee carried from the farm, and sometimes the crushed remains of a plant she’d foraged on the walk into town and shoved in her pocket. And she was kind, and earnest, and lord she was cute sometimes, and—
And oh.
That feeling was new.
(A breeze blew through the bars of the cage.)
But he didn’t get ahead of himself. He was nothing like her—he would never be. She was, quintessentially, free, and he would always be held down by something: his job, his eyesight, his own fear. What use did a skylark like her have for someone as leaden as him?
She did not seem to care about the weight on his shoulders—or perhaps she was just not aware of it. Maybe she hadn’t yet realized that this heaviness he carried was as much a part of him as his hands or his heart, and that he would never be able to join her in her carefree life.
Well. He would enjoy this for as long as he could, anyway. It was nice to have some fresh air, after all this time. For now, he would just be as good of a friend as he could manage—try to smile at her, try to keep her from dying in the mines, try to listen when she spoke. (These weren’t hard tasks at all—with the possible exception of keeping her from dying. That proved surprisingly difficult.)
And everything was nice, once again: a status quo, maintained. Harvey knew where he stood with her. He had been lonely for so long that this new type of heartache could blend in easily enough. He was fine. He just wanted to help her, wanted to double-check that she hadn’t hit her head in the mines, wanted to make sure she didn’t have any brain injuries—
She told him that she liked him. She ran away.
(The door to the cage cracked open, just a bit.)
And they didn’t fall in love right away, which didn’t surprise him—but she didn’t realize her mistake either, which did. She was just as awkward in courtship as she had been in every other aspect of her life, and she still carried with her that wild energy that always made his heart beat a little faster. What was a man supposed to expect from someone like her? How could he predict the way the wind would turn next?
They went on a date, and she fumbled over her words. She looked at him, sometimes, like he was worthwhile, and that made him feel all sorts of funny—like he was tumbling from a great height and wasn’t quite sure when he would land.
He quite deliberately didn’t let his mind wander to their future—the worst thing he could get right now was false hope. For all he knew, she would soon come to him, tell him that she was sorry, but he was just too boring and sad and cloistered, and she had a whole life ahead of her. She would fly away, and he would stay here.
Then she tackled him, and she crushed a bouquet into his arms. She choked out a half of a garbled question and then promptly hurled into the grass beside him.
Well. If Harvey hadn’t been in love before, he certainly was now.
And that was the feeling, wasn’t it? That creeping sensation of warmth that had plagued him for months now. It was love, plain and simple. He was so unused to it that it had been hard to identify. And yet, there it was, stubbornly spreading its wings.
(For the first time in a long time, he let himself look beyond the bars that surrounded him.)
She hovered there, nervously within reach and clearly fighting the urge to run away. And yet he dared to hope that she might truly feel the same—that she might love him, in her way. That perhaps, she was just as scared as he was. She didn’t know it, of course, but she had been the first one to truly reach out to him in so long—that freckled, calloused hand held out like a lifeline, to pull him up out of the fog that hung near the ground.
He was frightened, sometimes, by the sheer intensity of his feelings. It was a lot for a man to handle, especially one like him, unaccustomed to how happiness felt. The brightness blinded him sometimes.
He wouldn’t trade it for the world.
By this point, he had recognized her for what she was, and understood that nothing was going to be the same from this point out. Even if she did decide that it was all over, he would be better for having known her. He wouldn’t be able to go back to the cold metal of his containment, not knowing that there was a whole world just beyond.
And then, in the absurd twist that he should have come to expect from his life, she took it into her head that he was leaving her (as if he wasn’t head over heels for her, as if he hadn’t been for months.) She poured out a litany of fears and insecurities, a deluge of pent-up pain that didn’t give him a chance to speak against the onslaught. She stood toe to toe with him, and she challenged him to tell her exactly how he felt.
He answered with his lips against hers.
(The cage shattered around him when she kissed him back.)
Harvey soared.
fin
more harvey x september,, I’ve been daydreaming about them and I have very specific ideas I want to write for them ough
September is really smitten with this guy and his caretaking tendencies, but she is Very Adamant on him being open with his needs and wants in every aspect of their relationship. care goes both ways!!! after a long day she Will make him dinner no ifs ands or buts! and at first it’s really hard for him to accept it (“September, really, I’m the doctor, I should be caring for you”) but eventually she helps him understand that if he’s not cared for, he will probably crash land
anyways I brainrot so hard hngnghfngng im gonna start a writing blog for them alone /hj
do you think god stays in heaven because he too fears what he created
she just have so much love to give (especially to the older man)