#The Code of Flesh

[thedoctorwhocompanion]

Reviewed: The Teeth of Ice Starring Paul McGann's Eighth Doctor

Reviewed: The Teeth of Ice Starring Paul McGann's Eighth #DoctorWho

Seeing how Big Finish are pretty much dominating the market with original Doctor Who content, it’s hard to miss if anyone else is attempting the same thing. After all, I don’t see much chatter on X (nee Twitter) about BBC Audio Doctor Who releases apart from audiobooks of Target novelisations. Thus, it was quite a surprise, when in Bluewater’s Waterstones’ audiobook section (when I say…

[flowerytale]

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980

[summertimenoir]

Summertimenoir's 1k followers celebration - My top 10 Old Hollywood actresses

1. Greta Garbo

There are many things in your heart you can never tell to another person. They are you, your private joys and sorrows, and you can never tell them. You cheapen yourself, the inside of yourself, when you tell them.

[renjunnipeikko]

dunno if this has been done yet but: airplane didn’t first become aware of peerless cucumber in the comments of pidw, he first saw peerless in the comments of a different web novel (that perhaps was one of airplane’s earlier works?) and so when initially drafting pidw he was inspired to write a villain just like cucumber bc “he’s MEAN MEAN for no reason, a literature snob, and pretends to be all high and mighty while looking down on others. also likes to kick down the little guy” and boom. sqq was born. cut to years later post-transmigration when sqh just casually drops this info with “lol i always did find it funny how much you hated the guy considering he’s literally based off you”

[cluescorner]

A Batman who kills people is a bad Batman. Except for Terry because he is my special boy. Terry can drown a man it's ok. He can literally shatter a woman it's fine.

[xpulchritudinousx]

those breezy summer days

It all started over breakfast, with him silently sitting there with his parents as they talked about their plans for the day, looking up when his mom called out to him after mentioning a name he hadn’t heard in a couple years. “Oh yeah, Katsuki. You remember her don’t you? The girl you and Izuku used to play with when I would have to watch her for her mom.”

Katsuki still remembers you, the two of you weren’t friends or anything. You were just the bratty little girl his mom would babysit for an old college friend of hers. Not living in the same neighborhood with him like Izuku, your family couldn’t afford to live in the area. It was why you were there in the first place so your mom could go to work since she couldn’t afford preschool. It wasn’t like his mom cared, she’d always wanted a daughter, she would put ribbons in your hair and brush it since you’d always cry whenever your mom did. You’d always be in those stupid little dresses, little mary janes sitting at his doorstep as you’d slip around the tile of their house thanks to your tights not gripping the floor. Always just watching him and Izuku run around the building as you followed his mom around unless she told them to play with you. Such a sweet looking girl should not have had such a loud mouth, he thinks in amusement, remembering how you’d tell them what you wanted to play. Forcing them to do whatever you wanted before playing almost as rough as him, your little dresses and white wool tights all dirty and covered in mud as you giggled loudly. Your hair was always a mess by the end of it, but you never seemed to care, climbing higher on the trees than the boys and calling them chickens anytime they said no to doing something crazy. But you were still the most girly girl he’d ever known, especially when you showed up in a princess costume to his house. Looking completely heartbroken when you found out you had to be there on your birthday, trying to chase your mom as she left. That was the first time he ever felt bad, not even bothering to complain when his mom told his friends he wouldn’t be able to play with them. You’d been crying the whole time since you got there, loudly sobbing until your throat was too sore and all you could do was hiccup and sniffle. Katsuki didn’t try to comfort you, he honestly didn’t know how, just watching his mom lift you up and hug you. Letting you ask her over and over why your mom and dad couldn’t be with you, complaining about how you didn’t even get to have cake. Even though his mom was strict and had a sharper tongue than him, she handled you so delicately. Deciding to make a cake with you for your birthday, forcing him to help too while his dad secretly went out to get you a gift for your birthday. Katsuki still remembers the absolute horror on his face when you’d been given a little doll of your favorite princess. Not because he hated princesses, but because you just looked at the doll then at the cake you’d all made and then shoved her straight in the middle. You wanted it to be like one of those fancy cakes with the dolls in the middle you’d seen in the store. He expected his mom to yell, for you to end up crying after getting lectured; instead she just laughed, the kind of laugh that reached her belly. Simply smiling brightly after and getting his poor pushover of a dad to pick up a replacement cake for you guys to actually eat. Having you and Katsuki take a picture with your little monstrosity, the both of you covered in flour and frosting, with the evidence of you guys sneaking little tastes of cake batter around your lips. At the time he wondered why you didn’t just have a party with your own friends, why you always had to tag along with him and his friends. But he never got to say anything thanks to his mom lecturing him the second he’d say anything. Sometimes he’d cry and yell at her, pouting in his room and thinking maybe you should’ve been her daughter instead of having to have him as a son.

It wasn’t like either of you back then knew, but Katsuki was almost one hundred percent sure your dad lost his job that year looking back now. After a while your parents decided you were too old to be in their house by yourself, with them being too traditional to allow you to be near a boy your age. It was a weird way to go about their daughter hitting puberty, but it wasn’t like he cared, he didn’t. That was until he had to unload materials for his mom into her shop, carrying heavy boxes into the back for her only to have someone try to take them from him. An awkward high pitched noise ringing in his ears before he felt your hands go over his. Those same stupidly sparkly eyes of yours peering over to him as if they hadn’t aged a day. He just paused, looking at you for a second, way too stunned to process what was happening before he just processed it. So this is why his mom brought you up earlier, he really should pay more attention. “Uhh… Can I help you?” “I just wanna help.” You chirp out, smiling at him sweetly before grunting as you carry the box away from him. Organizing it, before walking over to him, expression not shifting at all as you just looked at him. That dumb bratty little girl was a dumb pretty young woman, so dumbly pretty. But Katsuki wasn’t going to let that show on his face, huffing as he turns away without a word, heading back to the truck not letting himself think about it for another second. Except he did, he couldn’t fight it when you’d just stand there with an expectant look on your face, going to grab every box from him before rushing back and waiting expectantly. That stupid little smile of yours shouldn’t be distracting him this much, but it was. He just shook it off, handing off the last box to you before shutting the truck and yelling out to the driver. Not even looking your way as he walked passed you, he wasn’t going to let you see anything. He thought he could avoid you, that this game of follow-the-leader would have been done for after you guys had grown up. But there you were, following him everywhere with that dumb smile on your face. His fate was sealed that day you came back into his life, he’d never have guessed that the little girl who marched around his home in princess dress would end up standing before him on their wedding day. Not giving him the stink eye, or huffing about what games they should play, but smiling up at him as she held his hands. Unable to believe how perfectly they fit in his even after all this time, how he’d gone from hating messes to loving your mess in your shared home. Waking up to the crumpled sheets beside him, smelling the scent of your shampoo from the bathroom. Cooking breakfast, because you could barely make toast, how laundry seemed less insignificant now that you were folding it with him. So there you were.

[yupekosi]

listening to The Magnus Archives is actually activating The Curse that makes you categorise characters into the Fear Entities forever. i will never escape it i'll always look at a new blorbo and go 'hmmm if you were an avatar of eldritch horror which flavour would you be'. anyway all this is to say that Laois Dungeon Meshi is an avatar of the Flesh

[samipekoe]

reaching the peak of self indulgence and drawing them as office ladies

[dykedvonte]

One of my mutuals opinions is the "bro code" thing, that Curly is one of those guys who wouldn't care about the victim because the perpetrator is his friend and I'm really banging my head on the wall like that other anon. I've only played through the game once but Curly's behaviour/reactions etc read completely different from the "bro code" thing and I have to wonder if my mutual and I even played the same game.. like the constant digs at him from Jimmy, his body language in his face reveal and so on like you mentioned in your post. While this game is a little different obviously, it kind of reminded of a point in Alice Madness Returns that makes it very clear that Alice's pain blinded her to the abuse of the other children and her failure to act earlier because of it. Curly is guilty of a similar inaction but it doesn't change the fact he was a victim of Jimmy too. I don't think I can look at it any other way because both of these games have really stuck with me.

I genuinely think it really is the idea that people want a simple easy to blame problem and the idea that the only relatable victims of abuse are those that "surpass" it or do a lot to help others. When it comes to victims, especially those that don't fit the typical demographics, who either accidently perpetuate it, enable it or aren't ideal in some way shape or form, people jump to ignore what they went through as it's easier than dealing with those conflicting sentiments.

The bro-code conversation in Mouthwashing stems from a concept I generally dislike that there had to be something about Curly that made him meet or keep being friends with someone like Jimmy. I think people genuinely underestimate how many like decent and good people just know an asshole or are friends with someone who is really bad outside of their view/established dynamics. The game makes it clear none of the inaction against Jimmy is because of a lack of care, it is a lack of understanding from the privaleged postions they have as men to not have to worry about what Anya does/went through and the type of extremes men like Jimmy will go through to cover it up. They are all too preoccupied in their own strifes.

Another thing I see being oversaturated the idea that you have to be a freak, misanthrope or have a disorder to do the thing Jimmy does. The game is an escalation, it's a spiral that I don't see people comment on that Jimmy was not likely having the mood swings and episodes of rage/frustration we were seeing in the game. This is after they all start experiencing the worst moments in their lives that he got THAT openly bad. Of course, this is just my interpretation but much like in real life, people that go to extremes like that usually live mundane lives. It's a pressure cooker affect to where the stress made them pop. It's self inflicted but still the case.

I really think people need to be more willing to acknowledge that not everything needs to be an extreme or in black and white or easy to understand. It doesn't need to be happy or have an answer or solution, especially in the cases where the abused sadly helps perpetuate what they experience. It's not he should've known better from experience or shouldn't he have known what could've happened because victims tend to not like to think in matters of the worst. Not to mention, especially in cases of abuse where it feels so personally directed that you don't expect to happen to someone else.

[darthkote]

I love when dooku and obi-wan interact bc of the master/apprentice connections to qui gon

[bats4will]

my sona if they were in tma. btw. click for better quality there is smaller details on the skin and stuff

mouldy vampire zombie thing my beloved i wish I could reach this level of rot

speedpaint with some nice music under the cut cus uhmm why not i love music

[tricoufamily]

idk how experimental you can say this really is for me but it's a new reshade and skin details so this counts <3 anyway yesterday i wrote down an idea for a short story and it's one bullet point and it says "a rockstar picks up a homeless hitchhiker in the 70s. something homosexual happens" and that's the whole thing. the rockstar 👨‍🎤

[calciumisgood]

hes sneaking

[ezkel]

marauders as Magnus archives avatars.

James: the desolation

Sirius: the spiral

Remus: the hunt

Peter: the web

Regulus: the lonely

Barty: the vast

Evan: the flesh

Dorcas: the slaughter

Pandora: the eye

marlene: the corruption

mary: the stranger

lily: the end

[cherryssoup]

Tell me, is something eluding you, sunshine?

Is this not what you expected to see?

If you wanna find out what’s behind these cold eyes,

You’ll just have to claw your way through this disguise!

Happy 10th birthday udg

[decapod-appreciator]

butcher

(redraw, og below cut, PLEASEEE click for quality)