True Form Of God

I’d give up a vertebra for these goofballs

Big day for the horse girls out there

i can't stand these new fountain machines they dispense watered down piss

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

look at this wonderful gif of scallops getting scared and scattering like a flock pigeons

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

The beans, me and the fellows searcheth f'r apace, by the hour wh'rein hags doth taketh flight

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