When I Dont Know Enough In An Area Of My Special Interest

when i dont know enough in an area of my special interest

I still think that my favorite urban legend/folklore fact is that there are certain areas in New Orleans where you cannot get a taxi late at night not because it isn’t safe, but because taxi companies have had recurring problems of picking up ghosts in those areas who are not aware that they are dead and disappearing from the cab before reaching the destination and therefore stiffing the driver on the fare causing a loss for the company.

LAIOS TOUDEN LET ME RIDE YOUR NOOOSEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

GIVE ME A MALE! DARLING WHO DOES NOT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING 💥💥💥‼️💥‼️💥‼️💥‼️💥‼️💥‼️💥‼️💥‼️

I WANT THE NONCHALANT MEN RIGHT NOW 😭😭😭😭😭👿👿👿👿⁉️‼️⁉️‼️⁉️‼️💥⁉️‼️⁉️⁉️💥💥

(who are also workaholics)

IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK 😭😭💥😭⁉️😭⁉️😭⁉️😭😭‼️‼️😭😭‼️⁉️⁉️😭⁉️👿⁉️👿⁉️👿⁉️👿⁉️😭‼️😭

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