The Disaster is Accidental...

The Blue Lions: It's sports. It's always sports. They are watching the world cup with face paint (Mercie does not), screaming at the TV. And don't get me started on what happens during hockey season...

The Golden Deer: Guys, it's Drag Race night again. Anyone wanna guess what Claude's drag name would be? Raphel, share the fucking popcorn.

Ahh, food, my body is informing me it is needed. I must feed myself. Excellent.

Allow me to enter the kitchen, and oh, look, the washing machine is open. Time to wash my clothes, allow me to wander in my room. Hmmm, I still need to make my bed but I do need to clean my sheets. Let me remove my sheets and...

Alas, my laptop, notebook, current reading material and controller are on my bed. Let me just put these away and... I left yesterday's coffee mug on my desk alongside my watercup. Let me just move these to the kitchen.

Let me see, did my roommates run the dishwasher? Nope. Let me quickly run this and then I can make food. But oh, there is some stuff in the sink. I can't leave it unwashed. The dish rack is full too? Let me put those away.

Excellent, I now have space to dry dishes. Wash, wash, wash. Hmmm, I have now filled the drying rack, and since moving here I don't know where my dish towels went. I shall let these dry now. Hmmm, what was I doing?

Let me return to my room and continue listening to my show. Wait a second, the dryer is open. Wasn't I supposed to... yup... uhhh, lets load the washing machine. Now it's running. Tumbling along. Lovely. Perfection. Wonderful.

All of this hard work, let me return to my nest and get ready whilst listening to my show. But I am a little hungry. Wasn't I supposed to have eaten a while ago? Let me return to the kitchen, and prepare my food.

a.) I am more secure in my body and identity and therefore do it for my own gaze. I'm not trying to conform to the 'in style'.

b.) I am more likely to do research before spending money on products.

c.) My father is also getting dragged into the experience and finally doing the anit-make up dad hissy fit on his grown ass daughter, whom he has no control over. I enjoy seeing this, because it is absolutely hilarious. Father, you know those 1940s movie stars we both say are incredibly attractive and swoon over? I do my makeup just like them, silence thy double standards. Then he continues to speak, because he is a man with opinions... and it humors me greatly, as I sit there in pincurled hair and a killer red lip.

But my migraine besotted brain will start making some weirdass, awesome connections. I'll just be standing there, sunglasses on, ready to take a triptan, and my foggy brain will declare something... then I just have to stop and be like, "Wait, let's let you cook." Then I cook, and it's great.

I am totally convinced Stardew Valley's Harvey was a military kid. I swear to god, it's like a thing that kids with bad eye sight who have air force parents become hyper interested in planes. Thus, I like to think Harvey's dad was probably Ferngill Air Force. Probably.

In this head canon, I think Harvey's father may have been a tad harsh on him. He probably never understood his sensitive son, instead prefering to try and instill a more macho mindset. As a result, Harvey was more uncomfortable with himself. His anxiety worsened, exacerbated by him moving schools multiple times and struggling to make friends.

I don't think Harvey and his father speak now. And I don't think mom is alive or around, which could explain why he never mentions his family. I doubt he'd tell his father he was married. Especially if, like me, you happen to play a male farmer.