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@iheartfinalgirls
Hello
My name is Rags/Twyla/Carrie and welcome to the void (my Tumblr blog)
My special interest is horror
I have autism and social anxiety so I’m bad at messaging first but feel free to message me anytime :) Also my discord is Iheartfinalgirls
Side blogs under cut:
Diane, I am holding in my hands a labubu, a curious gift given to me by Audrey Horne. While I appreciate the sentiment, there is a sinsiter edge to its smile that unnerves me. I will turn him towards the wall when I sleep tonight.
In 2018, I wrote down a passing thought in my cheap little leather-bound journal I was writing a collection of songs in that would go on to become Preacher’s Daughter. “If I finish this album the way it needs to be finished, it will change my life, and it will leave a hole in my heart for years that I won’t know how to fill.” I’ve always had a knack for eerily accurate self-premonition. Preacher’s Daughter certainly left a hole, and it certainly changed my life, but only on the outside. All the songs I wrote for it were about characters, a girl in a “faraway” place living her “faraway” life, albeit still parallel to mine, but wholly detached from me. Willoughby was doomed to be closer to home. I wrote Nettles and Waco the same week, the first week I spent in the Alabama house where I would finish Preacher’s Daughter after so many years of trying. The difference was I wrote them about me. There were no characters at first; it was just me. In fact, I wrote them in an attempt to hide from Ethel Cain for a moment. She eventually devoured those little ditties too, of course, as she always does. In hindsight, I’m glad I had to share them with her. I couldn’t have carried the full weight of them myself, I know that now. My premonitions were out in full force; over the course of the next few years, I’d script out my own life in the same morbid fashion I always have. Maybe it was a lesson in not training my eye downward as I’ve spent the majority of my life doing.
I had 3 weeks for the holidays between mixing and submitting Perverts and jumping back into the maw of taming an unfinished Willoughby Tucker. I spent the first three months of 2025 on probation, unable to go much of anywhere, awake only when the sun was down. I’d never mixed a record of that magnitude, which was daunting with deadlines immovable. I remember 9am on my 27th birthday rolling around after being awake for hours whittling away at mixes, announcing the album and entire tour before going back to mix an album that still wasn’t done. I’ve never cried so much finishing a record, and that was before it was even out. Combining your Saturn return, your first shot at true love, and the longest tour of your life is something I would never recommend to anyone. It was the death of both ego and everything around it. I couldn’t be more grateful. Never in my life have I been so turned inside out, so uprooted and unraveled. Looking back, I needed it more than anything.
Thank you to everyone who listened. Ethel Cain and Willoughby Tucker will always be my children, my burnt offerings, what I leave in the storm. Sometimes I wish it didn’t have to be this way, but I also fear it’s the only way. Ethel Cain, Willoughby Tucker, I really will always love you. I feel as though in this moment here, saying goodbye, you and I are closer than ever. I hope you can forgive me.
what is the point of making ANOTHER carrie remake if you’re not gonna make her look book accurate?
i think i might rewrite my og ethel sometime…
Shelley icon that I did! Hate this guy!
No lighting version under the cut!
Roleplaying is fucking funny as fuck
troopcord character gc gems
After Shelley dies, Katherine was ecstatic to be the favourite kid, but months passed and no change happened.
Hyde ran away
Ethel killed herself
Faith killed herself
And she's left, but she's still not loved. Her competition is gone but she's still not on top. All she's ever worked for was for nothing.
Hey yall. So day 4 of Yuri month has been postponed bc uh, my older dog isn’t doing too well so i genuinely couldn’t write yesterday. But never fret bc I have picked up a hobby of making memes in the hell that is the Pinterest collage section so here you: iron obsession project rooms in the style of rise of the Brave tangled dragon’s chaos. Click the image for better quality bc tumblr is trying to eat the greatness:
me making troop
-nick cutter probably
I made a new oc. Her name is Katherine or Kat longpre, she has npd and hates shelley and competes with him for their parents affection. Shes a middle child (we have a bunch of longpre family ocs😭🙏)
Gulp I just got REALLY into the troop by nick cutter and all of my friends are too wimpy to read it so I am in DESPERATE search of a tumblr group to drop my fanart and just nerd out over the book
And the only community on tumblr happens to be invite only and you're the admin.. please oh gracious one may I be invited 🥹 I'm cool I swear
I'm so hungry 😔🙏
hello hello hello :D
uhhhhh im not sure which community you’re referring to since the one that’s on here is public (also i don’t think im admin in this one???) but here’s the link :]
Extremely Niche Community for The Troop ™ novel written by Nick Cutter
there’s also a discord server if you’re interested 👀
booktok girlies, what’s the spice level on this one? 🌶️👀👅🔥
via Jennifer Lynch (and Michael Horse) on Instagram 🥺💕
ID: image of actress Sheryl Lee as Laura Palmer, a young blonde white woman wearing a black slip and smiling towards the camera
caption by thinkajen: Happy Birthday, Sweet one. I wished for you when I was 12, and because of Dad and Twin Peaks, you arrived. I am so grateful to you and to Sheryl Lee, and to all who made your world a place we could feel, if not relate to. And to those who relate, it seems the Diary made them feel seen. It was hard to write your pain, but in that process, as much as in your joy, I was able to investigate my own. That was what 12 year old me needed. I am so glad, Laura Palmer, that you were born.
comment by officialdeputyhawkk_: Happy birthday heart emoji from the hawk
happy birthday dear laura
Newton Thornton/“Alex Markson”
