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"My hair does *not* look like a chocobo butt!"
never let anyone convince you that being angry is a bad thing (when you arent hurting anyone obviously). genuinely the only thing keeping me so determined and remotely capable of anything rn is pure anger and spite
NOW IS NOT THE TIME SQUALL!
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IMSO FUCKING SCARED 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 8 HOURS NO SAYJIN 😭😭😭😭 8 HOURS NO YOU 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 ITS OVER FOR ME
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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.
Video games are great, they let you try your craziest fantasies. For example, on the sims, you can have a job and a house
we need to invent a way to explain how deep running and pervasive and subliminal racism and antiblackness is without immediately sounding like an insane conspiracy theorist
female characters are always lighter than male characters. strong characters are almost always dark. aggressive characters are almost always dark. peaceful and intelligent characters are almost always light. even amongst darker characters the lightest one is usually either the leader or the girls. dark is evil and light is good.
if you try to explain this to a white person they look at you like youre insane
Butches are always sexually aggressive and feral, and in paranormal fantasy they are angry, brutish, impoverished or straight up have animal characteristics. They are usually women of color, with dark hair and dark skin, and can only ever be werewolves or half human hybrids. Femmes are delicate, petite, submissive, more emotionally intelligent and likely to be vampires, faeries, princesses or more such attractive archetypes. they will always be light skinned, if not white, and with preferably blonde or lighter hair and features.
Even with the rise of gl webtoons and visual media, the flirty, sexually dominant one is always dark haired. the innocent wide eyed one is always light haired, and/or fairer. We have ships in media where according to fans the white person by virtue of their light skin becomes more feminine, dandyish and "maternal" (Lestat, Madeline) while the person of color is the "dad" or the butch (Claudia, Louis).
Hell, this isn't even exclusive to racial stereotyping in queer ships, interracial ships with a woman of color and a white man literally have been repackaged into girlboss x malewife trope, an easy excuse to portray the woman as sexually aggressive, brazen and hotheaded, and her sweet white husband as a golden retriever (Luka and Hyuna from Alien Stage come to mind). It is a wild combination of gender essentialism and racism.
looking at you like you're crazy is the best case too. if a yt person don't like your tone, they'll start a harassment campaign spewing the most anti-black shit you've heard and pretending they're progressive for it
is there a word for when your gender is up to interpretation and you genuinely dont give a fuck as long as people call you your preferred name and pronouns but you also have a gender identity you feel comfortable going by for convenience and because its a thing where its like "this is the closest im getting to describing it" Like. Alexithymia for my gender
I recently found out a couple of friends are clerith, and that's fine on its own, however, they felt it necessary to take shots at Tifa. Calling her Udder Bitch, ugly, boring, useless, etc. I'm Cloti myself, and didn't take shots at Aerith. It was so unnecessary.
This garbage should never have been normalized. Fuck anyone who perpetuates it.
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FINAL FANTASY XIV EVERCOLD (2027)
You can count on me for anything you need. DISSIDIA DUELLUM FINAL FANTASY (2026)
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Spot the difference:
"Aerith and Tifa would make such a cute couple!" <- This is perfectly fine
"Aerith and Tifa would make such a cute couple AND CLOUD SUXX LOLOLOL!!!" <- This makes people like your OTP less
Same with the boring ol' Clerith vs. Cloti debate. You love Cloti? Cool. Don't trash Aerith in the process. You love Clerith? Leave Tifa out of it. You're an Aerti fan? Stop treating Cloud like a mere third wheel. You enjoy Tifa x Aerith x Cloud in a polycule? Actually portray the three of them in an equal and mature and loving relationship. Anything less, and your obvious favoritism is showing. And it makes your art and fiction less interesting and meaningful as a result.
There's something about the way Sephiroth is composed in the original that's honestly terrifying to an extent, especially when at this point he hasn't been 'humanised' to players yet.
Why's she so angy?