Scientists: Oh Hey We Found A New Species Of Deep Sea Feather Star, Neat :)

Comic strip artists from the 40’s draw their characters while blindfolded

One piece is a story about healing your inner child but it takes the interesting approach in directly acknowledging that children are…weird, violent, and annoying most of the time.

Luffy is telling his crew mates to allow themselves the opportunity to get the experience that they’ve always wanted growing up while allowing for them to be every bit mean and violent and selfish that normal kids are allowed…in conjunction with normal happy situations.

Like yeah they build pillow forts on the deck and eat as a family BUT kid Zoro would have loved a violent competition of who can beat the most marines…kid Robin would just yearn to stare at a corpse with those big blue eyes…kid Nami would want to rob the place blind…kid Franky would want to build something big and scary…kid Usopp would want to talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk…

So they all get to. This is not a picturesque childhood where every just needs a good cry and a big hug. Most of these kids were weird from the get-go and were not given the proper environment to foster that type of necessary enrichment.

Welcome aboard the ship of dreams where you’re gonna heal your inner child by competing with everyone else in deck to see who can be the biggest bitch (spoken with love).

it's like meeting a celebrity

love how when zoro rides with chopper he is in cool big bro mode and when he's with luffy he's goofing around

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