I CAN'T FUGHING BREATHE

I CAN'T FUGHING BREATHE

you all know about the cecilos charlie brown voiceover right

WHY IS THIS ALICE?

happy late birthday egg bacon

i love being a fag and a pansy and a fairy and a pervert and awhat who the fuck is egg bacon

great minds think alike

what if jack ripley is actually jack jack from the Incredibles but from a different universe

SCREAMING WHAT

I’ve read about one too many emerald orbs “Her green eyes looked like that stringy moss stuff that grows in stagnant ponds and makes you worry to touch the water cause it's gonna be gross.”

“Their eyes reminded me so of the dry dirt in a festival parking lot you walk on for an hour in the heat to get back to your car after a county fair that turned out to have no rides but a lot of goats that you were not allowed to touch.”

“His blue eyes were precisely the shade of Clorox clinging gel bleach toilet cleaner.”

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