Dracula Sleeping In His Dracula Position With Hands Crossed But He’s Holding His Boobs

why does cannibalism always have to be a metaphor for something what if im just hungry

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

yeah as soon as I wake up no longer fatigued for the first time in my life I'll be set

“counterspell” or as i like to call it “Nuh uh”

Holy shit where did all this hot chocolate come from

Art by Artem Chebokha

anyone want to meet up after school and ride our bikes to get ice cream

Herbert James Draper (British, 1863-1920)

By Summer Seas, 1912

Reblog to give the person you reblogged this from a Croissant (🥐).

*shouted between axe swings* where's your whimsy?! I stay silly!! the haters are jealous of my childlike wonder!!!