stardew valley isn’t relaxing to me bc it’s a particularly chill or simple game. stardew valley is relaxing because it gives me a controlled outlet to obsessively micromanage something and get consistent positive results. nothing heals my soul quite like creating increasingly elaborate spreadsheets for my crops and carefully calculating the optimal times to upgrade my tools
Please reblog haha you’re so sexy
I know we’ve already said it a bunch but it really is so funny to think about Hannibal as this legendary serial killer who no one suspected and could’ve kept getting away with his crimes if not for one sweaty fbi dog man that likes fishing
Them: NOOOOOO!!! YOU CAN’T JUST MARRY SHANE STARDEW VALLEY!!!! HE’S GROSS AND MESSY!!!!!! HE STILL DRINKS SOMETIMES!!!!!!! HE’S NOT A PERFECT HUSBANDERINO NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: ha ha man bounce chicken
I just think there’s something beautiful about the farmer leaving behind a soulless job at the Joja Company to go to a farm and then saving Shane from a soulless job at a Joja store, where he felt like everything in his life was going to shit, and the two fall in love because they realize that their life has never been so full of life until now because they’re doing what they love and they’re doing it together. I think…. Shane’s the best romance option.
Diagrams are helpful to me
Two different types of dads
Will he !?!?!?!?
I have a little headcanon living in my brain but i cannot write so i will leave it to you people…
Basically at some point one of the batkids find a photo album in some old storage elsewhere in the manor.
They obviously decide to open it, family bonding all that jazz.
But the pictures are clearly pre-Bruce, Thomas and Martha on dates, pictures in the manor gardens, Polaroids and photo booth strips of themselves stuck in.
All very cutesy.
And then Alfred is there, polaroids of him in the kitchen, dancing with Martha, gardening with Thomas, frowning at the camera as he sits in the library.
But then slowly the photos are getting more intimate, Thomas and Alfred with their cheeks pressed together grinning at the camera with lipstick stains on their faces, Martha laying against Thomas’ chest in the bedroom, Thomas’ head in Alfreds lap.
They cant stop turning the pages, more and more throuple-y adorable photos, finally one with Thomas and Martha on either side of Alfreds cheeks, in marker underneath ‘our Alfie’.
Obviously its chaos, blah, blah, blah i think theres a fic in there somewhere
very intelligent household