#cottage stay

[doll-fleur]

“What’s your dream job?”

You guys dream of jobs? I just want to get married to the love of my life, disappear to a cozy cottage in the middle of nowhere, raise my babies surrounded by nature and finally have real peace away from the chaos of society.

[moominmammaonhero1n]

Jonathan Sims is like a shit wizard with googly eyes stuck to his head claiming he’s the prophet

[royalpumpkinplanet]

[thehobbitchronicles]

[thyming]

They detected a person that didn't drink enough yet!

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

okay hear me out- SAGAU but with sea monster Foul Legacy

sea monster Foul Legacy who smells the golden blood in the water during one of his hunts, hastily swimming to catch the body floating in the sea. he's never seen you in person before, but oh- you're so familiar.

he brings you to shore, away from any cities- oh no, you're bleeding- and carefully pats your wounds with seagrass, fretting as he waits for you to wake up. what should he do- you're obviously the Creator, there's no doubt about it- why in the world are you so hurt?! why were you sinking into the sea, why hasn't Teyvat been celebrating your return, why-

Legacy chitters in surprise when you shift, letting out a few coughs and cracking open your eyes. with a strangled scream you shoot upright and try to scoot away from him, only for Legacy to lower his head and whine sadly. of course you wouldn't want to be around him, he's a monster. but your movements eventually slow, breathing heavily as the cuts sting and sear, and after a moment he tentatively dabs more seagrass against the injuries, trying to show that he means no harm. when he's sure that you won't struggle and accidentally hurt yourself, Legacy gently nudges you into a sitting position with a gentle trill.

he has to hold himself back from just staring in awe. his god, the Creator, is right here in front of him! but he can see the way you shiver, the gleaming blood staining your skin- you need care, not worship. so Foul Legacy shifts closer, gently settling his scaled tail over your legs and pressing his cheek against yours, feeling how you shudder in his arms like you've been running and screaming for years. you stiffen at first but quickly melt into his tender embrace, sniffing as relieved, exhausted tears begin to drip down your cheeks.

on that night, a god finally found an ocean of safety to call their own.

[aduckwithears]

We’re really all just living here forever, huh?

[cottaegecore]

[diariesofsubmission]

a life of our own, far away from everyone else

[nels-mama]

The life I aspire to have.

I just want a haunted homestead to raise my kid(s) on.

[earththings]

[ringdabel]

“Go touch some grass!!!!”

Me : Okay

The grass :

[gunthermunch]

[Transcript under the cut]

Pierce: hey!! Lucas: Pierce! You made it!!

Lucas: she's going to tell her husband next. Well, she would. If he wasn't… wait for it… seeing her SISTER instead! Pierce: how many times have you watched this telenovela Lucas: hmm. lots. And it's not even the best one Pierce: I think this place could use a makeover dude Lucas: what do you mean? it has always looked this way Pierce: yeah. that's what i mean. This is your house now Lucas: it's my opa's Lucas: and i know he's not around anymore but… i don't know… Lucas: i guess it's been a while, right? Pierce: look, i'm just saying we can try moving some old stuff around, make place for new plants Lucas: new plants !! Pierce: and even maybe a new TV…? Lucas: but i like this one. Pierce: alright, we are not touching the dinosaur Lucas: really. Pierce: yes dude i promise. Lucas: okay then. small changes. where do we start? Pierce: let's get rid of the rocking chair first.

Lucas: well… Lucas: i think i like it! Pierce: yeeahh i mean, it still looks like an old fart lives here but- i think we did some progress Lucas: new plants… Lucas: thanks Pierce. Pierce: hey, anytime. wanna go thrift some furniture next? Lucas: yeah!- crack Lucas: owie Pierce: Jesus- tomorrow. by next i mean tomorrow. we need to get rid of this whole senior esque aura right now

[royalpumpkinplanet]

[deurbanised-romantic]

Friendly reminder that consistency isn't giving 110% every day but rather giving 10% or 20% or maybe sometimes 50% and other times 5% of your time and dedication to the thing.

Example: I'm not able to work 8 hours a day in my garden and it feels like it's coming along very slowly with just 30 to 90 minutes every day, with days where I just scetch a plan and don't dig up weeds at all. But it is coming along. If I only worked on it when I can spare 8 hours, all the thorns would still be all over my garden. But they are now only over half of my garden.

Maybe in a few years gardening can be my main responsibility but right now it isn't and 10% is enough