You move from the city to a cozy rural town. You inherit your grandfather’s land, and set to working it. It’s a big plot, so once you make enough, you can even pay some of the townsfolk to harvest and plant for you. The mayor thanks you for revitalising the village, and bestows upon you a shiny medal. One day, the civil unrest creeps closer, and a battalion of the revolutionary peoples army comes to town. They oust the mayor, and have the townsfolk establish a council. You can’t sell your crops at market right now. The council, ultimately, decides to collectivise the town’s farmland, most of which is yours. Do you work on the farmland that was once yours as a labourer, and accept only your share of the collective’s wealth? Do you help the mayor, who is returning with the national guard? and whoch of these seven fuckable sprites do you chose to be your wife/boywife?
if tumblr shuts down follow me on this other website that’s nothing like it and is fundamentally impossible to even wrangle into being like it due to a format that prioritises algorithmic short form text content and also nobody will join it anyway
OK so it’s kind of like tumblr except you have a character limit and the userbase is completely full of humourless millenials and it doesn’t have tags and you can’t repost the same thing multiple times. BUT it’ll have a moderation transmisogyny scandal within 6 months so really it’ll feel just like home
starting to think the universe really wants destiel to happen. starting to think it’s not just me and my mutuals who are upset by destiel not getting a proper ending but some ancient entity with taste too. starting to think karma is out there and will get everyone and everything in destiel’s path.
