OMG, using outrage at comments on fic to keep the attention of the monsters away from you, I love this book so hard.
The Mayor ,'End of Days'
Literary Buffistas 3: Don't Parse the Blurb, Dear.
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
Like the people who romanticize earlier time periods - the image is infinitely better than the reality is/was. (My father grew up on a farm ... I never experienced it first hand, but I heard enough to know that it was NOT for me.)
Oh, yeah, that was good stuff (The Hollow Places, not necessarily cottagecore or past eras)
{points at what Hec said} Hey, I would like those conditions! I just . . . know better. Which occasionally makes me sad. I don't want to be a grown-up today.
OTOH, not-grown up me would have nightmares after that book, so.
(That was so good.)
I'm always so nervous starting her horror stories because of the potential nightmare factor, but so far I haven't suffered too much and they really are good
{points at what Hec said} Hey, I would like those conditions! I just . . . know better. Which occasionally makes me sad. I don't want to be a grown-up today.
I don't think any of the youngsters on TikTok and Instagram indulging the Cottagecore aesthetic are doing anything other than refining their taste. It's more about decorating your kitchen or planning your Sunday picnic, or doing a garden or laying out an outfit than actually planning on owning a rural cottage.
Nobody into Dark Academia is going to be owning a private college anytime soon, they just like the vibe.
I'm overthinking, I know.
I'm overthinking, I know.
"Sure, cottages are cute but a thatched roof is no picnic! And don't get me started on aphids and dry rot!"
I like the aesthetic of both cottagecore and dark academia. But I’d like them to come with WiFi.
~t, with permission, I'd love to let Rick know he has a fan. (also stick around for a certain m-preg in space / espionage short story by someone who is likely me in July, maybe)