She-King in the North

reblog to give Sansa Stark a hug

The rise of AI slop & the endless waves of books that feel written to spec by people who are terrified of their own audiences has given me a new appreciation for Anne Rice. It's not even that she didn't give a fuck; she cared passionately and was famously, publicly hurt by the reception of at least one of her novels, but she never let that distract her from her mission of writing whatever the fuck she wanted. No one could write Anne Rice's books except Anne Rice. They are singularly, entirely hers and while I won't pretend she was a perfect person or it's wrong for readers to be offended or uninterested in spending their one and only life on earth reading something that offends them, I also think her work is valuable and humane and also often hilarious and it's not a crime to have a muse you adore.

Also sometimes the purpose of a sex scene is to be titillating and that's, like, fine. You wouldn't go out there and argue that movies shouldn't have jokes unless they "serve a narrative purpose" because you understand that generally the purpose of a joke is to make the audience laugh and perhaps release some tension. Being horny is a normal human emotion like being amused or being scared and sometimes media is trying to evoke that particular emotion; the artist doesn't owe you a 30-page double-spaced justification for trying to make you feel something through their art. Your separation of horniness and sex from other emotions and experiences is sex negative and deeply ingrained in cultural conservatism.

#charitable robb stark

Remember early on in the AI boom where people were asking if the same woman appearing in generated images all the time meant there was a "digital cryptid" and then it turns out that AI just inexplicably gets stuck on stuff and keeps making it over and over and