#sweet talking

[esme-elizabeth-is-a-mf]

I love LOVE 😍 being a sweet talker I was at a big race and I hit lots of boats and when you hit boats your supposed to have like a hearing to figure out who was in the right of way. Well I was with a guy who never sailed on my type of boat before and we screwed up ALOT

and after the races I talked (and flirted a little) with all the boats and asked if they were alright and said I loved their hair and they were doing really good and I’m so sorry and BAM all charges from all 9 boats were dropped 🏆🏆

Which is crazy cause we made top 20 (12th) and we would have barely made 60th if I hadn’t wiggled my way out of the charges 🥰🥰🥰

[shironezuninja]

I’m kinda like the Alien female in the Species movie trilogy.

[touyaspeach]

I'm gatekeeping Lev Haiba sorry

[kitskiis]

He keeps doing this I’m gonna cry

[starlit-bug]

I DO obsessively read peoples tags when they rb my art

And, yes, I DO kick my little feets and giggle when I get compliments

[celduo]

i really like their interactions in game

[guiiay]

the spear of longinus

[kaogens]

mikus once again :P

[theeroticlover]

😊😘😊

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[paintedcrows]

Introducing RoyalAuthor! ...I cannot stop thinking about these old man scientists...

[isabellaofparma]

#the cat king would've liked niko because she was the only one to show him an ounce of respect

[marinewaltz]

daily life on board the ARK. even if he couldn't help cure her i think it would be nice if shadow helped maria in managing her illness

[inafieldofstarflowers]

the funniest part of rereading aftg has been noting the number of times matt is gently poking at the vibe between andrew and neil like my guy KNOWS something is going on there

[who-always-pays-their-taxes]

okay but brucie wayne IS a single mom WHO DOES work two jobs who LOVES his kids and never stops!!! he has gentle hands AND a heart of a fighter!!! HE’S A SURVIVOR!!!

[shironezuninja]

Tobey, the bathroom pet spider, is missing. If I end up killing him in the shower tonight, I’ll cry, like in that old 90’s Simpsons episode, where Homer cried while eating his cooked pet lobster, Pinchy.