Speaking of Ethel Cain, I miss Hayden’s presence on this app so much.
Obviously, her reasons for logging off should always be completely respected but really missing the hours upon hours I’d spend just scrolling through her page just to read her “ask me anything” responses. She is so eloquently spoken and knowledgeable about the topics she speaks on; I can only hope to eventually reach just half of her reflective capacity. And also, obviously, her lyrical and storytelling genius like no other; it is actually mind blowing. Truly one of the greatest artists of our generation. No one does it like her.
(And if she’s not sharing the sacred secrets to her craft, she has me laughing till my stomach hurts with her responses)
MotherCain, we absolutely do not deserve you but I hope you return one day ily 💔 so excited for the new album coming up.
interacting with a mutual for the first time: oh fuck i have to say something funny what if they don’t like me do i look okay
hayden announces something and it unleashes this deep primal Thing in every artist. i love it
does any body want to ttalk about the character
reverse gatekeeping. I am on my knees begging people to engage with the source material
This is my discomfort character I want to see them in unimaginable pain
tiktok refugees i believe you are few but it is VITAL that you know on tumblr you can speak freely. kill. die. sex. fuck. you can say things here
These sorts of background noises are incredibly important to the story told, it places you in these settings and immerses you into it.
You're not being told the story, you're fully placed into it, observing it.
i was thinking about why i like preachers daughter so much aside from the story telling and visual elements and it’s definitely the aspect in some of the songs where there’s a strong ambience in the background. like the bug sounds in hard times, the wind in a house in nebraska, the road traffic in western nights and the flies + church bell in family tree. soo good
you read stuff on wattpad for shit and giggles where most of the fics there are reader-inserted ones written in 1st person pov where y/n is a barely legal white girl with blonde hair and blue “orbs” who’s so smol and fragile that she’s dependent entirely on this morally questionable guy who’s killing people for a living but for some reason happens to have a soft spot for her.
you read real actual literature on archive of our own where it’s two middle aged men, who are each other’s sworn enemies, with tragic past, trauma and strong homoerotic tension. and while they’ve made each other bleed, killed each other’s friends and loved ones out of jealousy / possessiveness, lied and betrayed and manipulated, the rawness, depth, complexity and slow burn will keep you up all night, haunt you during your day and possibly change your life forever. and also the sex isn’t just smut. the sex is poetry that puts Shakespeare to shame
i love that almost all of us have just decided that this man is willoughby tucker
Do I have to do everything myself around here?