What about "My Time at Portia"? It's Stardew Valley but 3D. It's in Early Access rn. :)
i’ve seen enough of it to know it’s not really what i want, thanks tho

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What about "My Time at Portia"? It's Stardew Valley but 3D. It's in Early Access rn. :)
i’ve seen enough of it to know it’s not really what i want, thanks tho
I might have missed it and I am sorry if I did, but I was busy with with uni. Last time you did a title meme, I sent you one. You said you really liked the idea but it will take long to do it, and I was really excited to see how you wrote it. I am curious to know what happened to it. Apologies if you did write it and I missed it!! 🙇 The tittle was: "3:42 am". I hope you have a nice and quiet weekend and a wonderful week! 💖
Oh, gosh, yes, I’m so sorry! I had planned to use that prompt (which I have as 3:14am) for YOI Music Week, and my aunt’s passing completely threw those plans out of the window. Here’s what I did write down for it, though:
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The first time it happens, it’s the night of the Skate Canadabanquet. Victor thinks it’s from the alcohol; he’s certainlystill drunk. The only reason why he remembers the time is thepeculiar numbers of 3:14, and he falls back asleep counting the otherseven or so digits of pi he knows off the top of his head. Thehangover the next day is rough, but he has a warm bed and his cozyhome to look forward to. Even though he loves to travel, he’salways slept better in his own space.
The next night, after unpacking and cuddling Makkachin, he fallsasleep completely sober, at a reasonable hour, and still wakes up atexactly 3:14 am.
That doesn’t make any sense, he chides himself, blinking until thebright light of his phone stings his eyes less. You’re in acompletely different time zone.
The next morning, he’s yawning so wide that he worries he mightdislocate his jaw. Yakov rolls his eyes and grumbles something aboutsticking to the schedule as directed, but Victor barely hears himbecause he’s focusing intently on the steam rising from the cup ofcoffee Yakov’s holding in his right hand.
That night, Victor goes for a nice long run a few hours before bed,and has a reasonable-but-not-overly-large dinner that’s sonutritionally balanced that he actually snaps a photo for hislong-suffering dietician. He spends the night watching a movie he’sseen several times already, and takes a long hot bath before climbinginto bed early.
He wakes up at 3:14 am.
His legs are tangled in the sheets, and the comforter seemssuffocating; he goes to throw it off the bed, but Makkachin issleeping on the other side and flat-out refuses to move, giving onelarge comical snore when Victor tries to shove him.
“That’s not fair,” he grumbles as he swings his legs over tostand. “You don’t have torework your step sequence tomorrow.”
He makes a cup of herbal tea and a piece of toast, but even as hepicks the crumbs from the plate Victor knows that it’s not going towork. He’s more alert now, his mind beginning to race. At 4:30, hegives up and takes a shower, and takes off for the rink at quarterpast five.
Three nights in a row. Victor’sspent the better part of two decades traveling all over the world forcompetitions; as he’s proudly boasted to many a yawning teammate,he’s essentially defeated jet lag by sheer attrition—until now,apparently. Now, Victor’s had three nights in a row of very poorsleep. He doesn’t dare do anything more complicated than adouble on any jumps; he knows he’s off balance, faltering from thedeprivation, with only three coffees and the cooled air of the rinkkeeping him alert.
On his way home, he stops at the pharmacy and buys some melatonin.Mercifully, blissfully, he sleeps through the night, and the nightafter, and smoothly right up until the Rostelecom Cup.
The night before Team Russia flies to Moscow, Victor wakes up at 3:14am. He looks at the time and groans so loudly that he wakesMakkachin.
“You have got to be fuckingkidding me.”
I can't wait for the book to get home and have mom ask me: "UHm, you got a heavy package with a book?? I think??" 🤣🤣 Can't wait to tell her that's my Christmas present. LOL. Anyways, amazing project!! I can't wait to see it and feel it (that sounds weird), but I sadly have to wait until July to do it. 😔 I am so happy I got to be part of this. Congrats on reaching your goal!! Thank you for your hard work! And thank you to all the artist who were part of this superb project! Happy holidays!! ❤️
Thank you so much for being one of our many contributors, without whom we would not have been able to accomplish all that we have, doubling our goal! ❤
Don’t worry, every physical copy purchase comes with the digital version, so you don’t have to wait until July to see all the beautiful artwork! 😉
Happy Holidays to you too! And have a splendid New Year!
Fic title: "4:37 am" for what pairing you want ^^
In retrospect, Otabek should have known that nothing good comes out of decisions one makes at 4:37 in the morning after a bottle of tequila. But waking up on a cargo ship heading for whatever island bananas come from, with no way of getting off the ship… well, it has to be some kind of a record.
Thankfully these days stowaways don’t get tossed into the sea, but instead Otabek finds himself elbows deep in engine oil to help pay for his accidental cruise trip. Then there’s this blue-eyed Canadian mechanic who keeps eye-fucking him from across the engine room, and suddenly decisions made at 4:37 in the morning after a bottle of tequila start to seem like the best decisions ever.
Or, the fic in which Otabek has to stay on a cargo ship for eight weeks but at least he has a certain blue-eyed Canadian to keep him company…
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Thanks to all who sent me fic titles, I had a blast coming up with stories for them!
Hey, Lia, sorry to disturb you, but I saw your post about selling books to the college and I am confused. If the books go to the college, can't they be put in the library for the future generations? Also, is there any reason why they are so expensive? Are they super thick or hardback?I bought my first year books from Waterstones(UK) for around £100 and I sold them to the next generation during a small fest organised by the department for £80. I am genuinely curious. Hope you have a nice day!! 💖
hi hello!! you’re not disturbing me at all!!
so i can only speak for how things work at cornell, but the general idea is that you’re encouraged to buy books through the university bookstore. these prices are often inflated, so you can sometimes try to buy the textbooks through amazon or other retailers online instead. the problem is professors often create their own course packets or their own books EXCLUSIVELY available through the university bookstore, so you don’t have much choice at all if a $100 book is mandatory for the course and only available from the university bookstore. additionally, many of my economics courses have required students to buy the online textbook to complete online problem sets that come with the book. for microeconomics, my online book cost $120. for macroeconomics, $150. for international trade and finance, $110.
you can’t sell back online books, which results in a net loss right there. course packets are useless, as professor create new ones every year, and the university might only buy your book back at a severely low price IF the professor is planning on using that particular book for the course again next semester. which is again, unlikely, since most professors at cornell will switch to the new editions of the book in the next year, making your older edition essentially worthless to the school. you can try to sell your books online, but usually that doesn’t work so well.
my freshman year first semester, i spent $140 on books and got back $30. my freshman year second semester, i spent $220 on books and got back $15. it’s a fucking scam lmfao
If you're still doing this => Aly | 21 | "sabaism" means the worship of the stars, I like space and cool words | Writing, Gaming, Mythology | I forgot why I started following you, but I'm here for the writing because it's just sooo good. I felt like tearing up so many times. | English is not my mother tongue and every time I try to say that "I broke my hand in 5th grade", I say "I broke my heart", also my hair is blue now | What's your favourite prompt? Or the one you enjoyed writing the most?
Hello there! Space is an amazing, kinda scary place and I totally get the fascination! And aw yessss, BLUE HAIR! So many people have such great hair colours - i love it!
What was my favourite prompt? Oh man. Hahaha, that’s a hard one just because I have answered SO MANY prompts! Probably the Flower Shop AU one I did way back. That was a lot of fun!
I saw that mean anon telling ya how they're unfollowing you because you're rebloging Voltron and I had to check you out. SO I ended following you after two or three posts. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Your theme is really cute. <3 Hope you're having a nice day/night! (。・ω・。)ノ♡
thank u so much omg?? this is so nice im crying :’’’’’) hope ur having a nice day/night too babe ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
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@sabaix OMG dude thanks for submitting this... i’m just going to..........