Love This Album So Much!! I've Been Obsessed With The Folklore Of St Sasha About As Long As I Can Remember,

If you genuinely interpreted it with your whole heart, congratulations, you did it right. There is no way to enjoy art wrong. Let me say that again for the people in the back - THERE. IS. NO. WAY. TO. ENJOY. ART. WRONG.

I'm too tired to have smart words on this, so I'm hoping this post finds somebody who does.

i keep trying to listen to myth by the narcissist cookbook but i’m so worried about doing it wrong somehow because everyone on here seems to love it and like what if i don’t ??? so i have been just avoiding listening to it out of that fear and it sucks because i want to have fun with you guys but unfortunately there is a collection of demons in my brain and their leader is called ocd

real.

trans girls are the favourites of the gods.

i’m loving being trans so much lately that i don’t even wish i was born a girl anymore. this is just actually better

hi, i too have come down with the wicked brainrot. so i can't stop thinking about galinda changing her name to glinda, and on the one hand what an obviously shallow, performative, attention-grabbing thing that was to do, but on the other hand, like... she just changes her literal fucking name, on the spot, AND SHE NEVER CHANGES IT BACK??!?! like, even if it's a shallow bit she did for clout, it's a bit she committed to FOR HER ENTIRE LIFE, all out of an attempt to show solidarity for the animals of Oz, and rrrrrrrrgh i want to hug her and strangle her at the same time like what utter commitment to such shallow, performative activism, glinda you could've done so much goooooood ;,,,,,,(

gods, i love f1nn5ter. he's such a pretty princess, but also she's such a stinky boy.

So I went to a @narcissistcookbook concert a few days ago (it was fucking amazing!!!!!) and Mx. Cookbook played "Sugar in my Coffee", and they explained at the "golden decaf" line that it was meant to be a play on "golden calf" (presenting coffee as a sort of "false idol") and that they were disappointed nobody seemed to get what they thought was quite a clever reference, so I think y'all should go tell TNC they did a good job with that line and that it was a very clever and funny line <3

FUCK

Is that what the creepy voice in the maybe-a-forest said??!?!?!

jesus tapdancing christ

there's a tiny jumpscare on my most recent album MYTH, and it's the kind of thing you only hear if you're listening with headphones in a quiet environment. i've found out that a lot of listeners don't hear it on the first or second listen, they just hear the main character reacting to something, and then when they finally do hear it they're like "was that there the whole time? or did it?? just appear???"

which is honestly perfect. i really nailed it. good for me. i deserve a treat.

Yeah as an asexual person, like. Regardless of TNC's intent, the metaphor is There and I love it <3

So I went to a @narcissistcookbook concert a few days ago (it was fucking amazing!!!!!) and Mx. Cookbook played "Sugar in my Coffee", and they explained at the "golden decaf" line that it was meant to be a play on "golden calf" (presenting coffee as a sort of "false idol") and that they were disappointed nobody seemed to get what they thought was quite a clever reference, so I think y'all should go tell TNC they did a good job with that line and that it was a very clever and funny line <3

Ella woke blearily from a mid-afternoon nap to a loud, persistent buzzing noise from the next room. She yawned and rolled over, trying to ignore it, but it grated through her eardrums. Normally she wouldn't worry about her roommate Kina's personal habits, but she hadn't been sleeping well as of late and she really needed to be awake for the evening shift. After tossing and turning for many minutes, she eventually got up to stalk down the hall.

Kina's door was closed, and the buzzing was even louder here. How high up had she turned the damn toy? She knocked on the door, yawning again. "Kina, can you keep it down? I really need-"

The door swung open. The setting sun filtered in through the closed blinds, but Kina was nowhere to be seen. With the door open, the buzzing sounded less like a sex toy and more like a giant, angry wasp. Ella grimaced. She'd have to apologize later for going through Kina's stuff, but this was clearly on by accident, whatever it was. She played hot and cold with the sound for a bit until she found a small drawer tucked under the bed. Paydirt.

She hesitated before opening it. The drawer was vibrating, sure, that was expected, but there was also light emanating from inside. Something about it gave her pause. But, well, in for a penny. Inside, there were several pillows that had irregular slashes in them, and a bright, glowing ring that was rapidly spinning in place. Curious, she gingerly grabbed a hold of it, and-

And what was she doing? Peeking into her roommate's stuff like this. She should be ashamed. She should be up anyway, getting her chores done. She hadn't cleaned the bathroom in ages. And she should get some more exercise, go for a walk. Oh, and that would be a perfect opportunity to go looking for that stray cat she'd seen the posters for. But before she could do that, she should really pay rent. Just because Kina paid 70% of the rent and the utilities was no reason to be late with her part. And the rest of her money, she should give it to her sister, who needed some help - no, she should put it in a savings account - no, she should save for retirement - no, that political candidate - no, the food bank - she should volunteer too - give blood - give more - GIVE! The voices overlapped, demanding more and more of her. It wasn't enough, it was never enough, she was never enough, not enough to make a difference, but if she just tried harder, worked more, she could maybe be almost good enough, but never quite-

She blinked. Her hands felt raw and painful, like she'd been holding a belt sander. Kina was standing over her, immaculate as always in her business skirt and white button-down top, the ring spinning in the space between her pinched-together thumb and forefinger. She looked tired. "Sorry, was this thing bothering you? It's been kind of active recently. I'll try to secure it better tomorrow."

Ella gaped at her, still on her knees. "What is that thing?"

Kina took a breath, as if to explain, then sagged, her shoulders slumping. "Easier to show you."

She brought the ring, still spinning like mad, just above her head, and released it. It hung there, seemingly locked in place, as she began to unbutton her blouse. Ella took a moment too long to look away from her roommate's flower-lacy grey bra, then gasped as Kina's shirt fell away to reveal a pair of enormous white wings the shirt could not possibly have contained. Kina raised up into the air slightly, hovering just at the point where her feet couldn't touch the floor, and smiled sadly.

"You- you're an angel?"

Kina nodded. She reached down to Ella's hands, and as she grasped them the pain and frayed skin fell away, leaving them whole. Ella looked down at them in wonder. Then she looked back up at the halo. "Those things I felt when I- I mean- do you... feel like that? All the time?"

Kina reached up and plucked the halo off of her head, spinning once again through the empty space between thumb and forefinger. She gently floated to the ground, and her wings folded in behind her. "It's not so bad, usually. It's just- I mean, with everything going on, everyone's stressed, right? I'm not special." She reached past Ella and placed the halo in the drawer, making sure it was properly surrounded by pillows on all sides before closing it. Ella could still hear it spinning away, but quieter than it had been when it was brushing up against the wood. "And besides," Kina continued, "it's not so bad when it's not on my head."

Ella caught a glimpse of a tear streaming down her face before she turned away, shucking her shirt back on. "Come on. I made dinner for you. Let's go eat before it gets cold."

Ella grabbed her wrist before she got very far. "Wait! Are you saying you can hear-" she shuddered, thinking of the thundering voices, demanding more and more of her. "I mean, even when you're not holding it?"

Kina didn't turn around. "All the time, yeah." Her tone was light, but there was a hitch in her voice. She swallowed. "It's not so bad! Other people have it worse, I'm sure." She paused for a moment. "Well, actual people. I'm not... I'm not..."

Ella took a moment to realize that Kina was sobbing, very quietly, as if she could prevent Ella from hearing her. She hesitated, then grabbed Kina from behind in a bear hug. "I'm so sorry you have to deal with that. If there's anything I can do, you let me know, okay? You don't have to suffer alone."

Kina reached a hand up to hold Ella's, and cried for a long time.

oh my gods.

CAPITALISM REALLY WAS THE BAD GUY ALL ALONG

Something something brennan's building up of, over the three Calamity series, an overarching story of how liberal capitalist institutions lay the foundations for fascist elements to infiltrate and take over society, preying on preexisting socioeconomic inequalities, exploitation, and dissatisfaction within those liberal institutions to install fascist dictatorships which push racial violence (up to and including genocide), theocratic justification and mass forced labor extraction in the form of literal concentration camps and perpetual war as a means to both maintain their existence and spread it past their current bounds. And how the only way to defeat these fascistic institutions is through local, grassroots, community-oriented efforts of resistence that slowly chip away at the powers of control until mass action can be taken that crumbles these institutions to the ground something something