The Hadron Collider Is Like An Angel To Me

I'm sorry I keep posting my tiktok comments but please. What does this mean. What do people THINK shipping is for anymore???

so we watched Evangelion together in one sitting over Discord but I edited part of it without telling anyone

I wouldn’t say confirmed just yet, but one of them writers is definitely rubbing their hands together mischievously

Trans Adrien canon?

Real. Also hate it when an angsty fic’s characters are really progressive and well-versed in mental health terminology. Like no, author, the immature teenage boy that grew up in a society of toxic masculinity is NOT going to know that bad ways of dealing with pain are called “harmful coping mechanisms,” or that their friends’ desperate actions are “trauma responses.” He’s going to understand it through a completely different lens. His understanding won’t be any less sophisticated or meaningful, but it certainly won’t be clinical and academic.

reading a fic and they have a canonically repressed character say something directly and proudly

Moooo

when your stomach is really mad at you and you're not sure which one of your fourteen unhealthy lifestyle choices is causing it

Oh god what the fuck did you guys do???

I’d give up a vertebra for these goofballs

Big day for the horse girls out there

can confirm

The thing about Cottagecore is that is a fetishized aesthetic of country life, divorced from labor and idealized by a primarily urban audience with a backward looking ethos of tradition. They are not prepared for the stresses of a rural life: farming; harvesting; tapping pumpkins to ensure none of them have been replaced with flesh; losing out on income by having to use one of your pigs in a blood sacrifice to paint protective sigils over your doors and windows; checking cracks and chimneys for the flesh-vines of the Pumpkin Lord; having to decide, before the Growth is complete, whether that's really your tradwife or an amassment of vines, leaves, and blood in the shape of your tradwife; ignoring their desperate pleas that "I'm me! No! No!" as you burn them alive, realizing too late you picked wrong; and the exploitative corporate nature of commercial farming in 2024. All seen through a deeply colonial lens, of course

When your AP test starts in 10 minutes but the ao3 yaoi just goes too hard