#The Touch of Her Flesh

[aloneandforsakenbyfateandbyman]

The Touch of Her Flesh (1967)

[sacredwhores]

Michael Findlay - The Touch of Her Flesh (1967)

[gotankgo]

«Kansas City - 5-2-67 - Michael and Roberta Findlay's The Touch of Her Flesh played the Strand Art along with something I think was originally Housewives On Call before the title got neutered in the ad.»

[theeroticlover]

Fulfilling your need is my desire....

[neriumxoleander]

(Please do not interact with my posts/follow if you are a minor or have no age listed on your blog, I will block you)

I feel like putting this out there for anyone who isn't a patron: Gato deleted her social medias. This ISNT gato, and I'm guessing they're going to go on a tirade about her soon. I would reccomend blocking them.

[sluckythewizard]

'I wont cry for you, I wont crucify the things you do. I wont cry for you, see, when you're gone, I'll still be BLOODY MARY'

[broken-clover]

It's eternally a little funny whenever I see someone say something along the lines of 'everyone in Strive is so happy now! Everyone's stories are getting resolved! It'll be hard to make a new game when everyone's retired and living peacefully and resolved their problems' and then there's a haunted semi-sentient mecha corpse in the corner constantly screaming from being trapped in limbo

[squorttle-pox]

please. i need alastor with his hair up so we can see the side of his head. second set of ears or smooth flesh prairie?

[normalest-of-knees]

I cannot fathom what the plot of V10 would even be if it really does become the final season.

Like, regardless if that's really what's gonna happen or not, IF V10 even happens, I'm just thinking hypothetically.

We just had an entire Volume of nothing of actual importance happen, and then.....????????

Sure, we saw some shit with Summer. But all that really did was provide more questions and kinda just stoke people's already ongoing theories and such.

Even learning about The Tree and the Gods and such was meaningless, and our characters didn't actually grow in any meaningful way.

So it really boils down to: V8 had all Hell break loose, the main cast and 1 cockroach fall into the void, Salem got 2 relics, and an entire Kingdom and then some got dumped onto another in the middle of a sandstorm.

Then the characters from the Void just show up to continue the plot.

So I'm really struggling to see what could possibly get resolved in any meaningful way...

Cuz we still have:

Tyrian & Mercury already at Vacuo

The relic from Beacon still not found

No idea how to actually beat Salem

The possible merging of Oscar & Oz

Winter being a Maiden

The summer Maiden still not heard of or seen

Summer Rose and whatever the fuck happened there

Raven, as she is still a Maiden and a charceter that SHOULD have relevance, especially now with the news of the Summer Secret

Silver Eyes to actually be relevant to the plot

SEWs being made into Grimm

Where is Pietro & Maria

Penny's death & Jaune's part in it actually being addressed (saying "they talked about it off screen" doesn't count)

Neo's whole thing

And just so much more.... like SO much more!

There's 2 main ways (that may just kinda merge into 1) the heros could win as things stand: The villains keep screwing themselves over or switching sides and end up helping (intentionally or not) to defeat Salem, or, they toss Salem into a portal that sends her directly to the Tree in Ever After and she's forced to Ascend 😑

Awful bonus points if it's Jaune that pushes her.

Like...... even with a whole Volume of content, I really don't see a satisfying conclusion or one that even really makes sense.

I'm kinda hoping they don't even try to make a finale. If it dies here and now, it'd be a mercy

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

AFTERMARE WEEK: day 3- light and heavy

a wedding ring; usually made of gold, platinum, or silver. it's given by one partner to the other as a symbol of commitment

such a small and deceptively light object should not be very heavy, but that does not prevent it from holding the crushing weight it's promise implies.

aftermare week is hosted by @bluepallilworld

[aloneandforsakenbyfateandbyman]

The Touch of Her Flesh (1967)

[sacredwhores]

Michael Findlay - The Touch of Her Flesh (1967)

[gotankgo]

«8-2-67, Chicago - Michael Findlay's The Touch of Her Flesh turned into a small hit at the Plaza that it ran for another week. There was nothing like it on any other Adult screen, so it was best to catch it before on had to wait to see it again - and it was back in the days when that "again" might not be anytime soon after or even ever. Aba E. Bond and Her Gaza Strip was on the stage (bad, dah, tiss!!!).

7-14-67, Hempstead - A new find shows Touch of Her Flesh at the Bethview.

3-29-67, Detroit - Touch of Her Flesh played with Barry Mahon's Good Time with a Bad Girl at the Gem Art Downtown and the Capri and Harbor.

[plvtosun]

well fuck i’m in deep now LOL say hi to my bbgirl blanca <3 she’s an illustrator who specializes in macabre imagery w/ junji ito as her main inspiration. her favorite movie is the craft, she loves snakes and cemeteries and sanrio, and she has an ungodly amount of pretty gel pens that she’s “definitely going to use for a really cool piece someday”. horribly tsundere and shy about liking cute things.

tfw you’re dying on the inside because your crush keeps watching you work on the album art for his stupid goddamn band because the lead singer liked your stupid goddamn illustrations on instagram and thought it was cool so now you’re having to remember how to breathe so you don’t pass out on the job

[fountainpenguin]

Hc: tootie’s actual name is trootie, but she couldn’t pronounce it years ago and it stuck with her

That's similar to my headcanon. I gave her the spelling Trudy, although "Tootie" was used as a nickname (like Tootsie Roll).

I did a search to see if it comes up in my files, and here's a scene I wrote in 2020 that makes me laugh (ft. aged-up Tootie now using her birth name):

Molly looked curiously at Trudy, tapping a finger against her lip. “Didn’t she move to some small country in Europe with her boyfriend or something?” “Husband, actually. She’s really the queen of this micronation they rule together.” Trudy’s eyes turned misty behind her glasses. “I wonder how she’s doing right now.” Since Tootie asked a valid question, we may as well pause our brunch date for a moment and take a brief trip one million million miles away from planet Earth. At that precise moment, Queen Victoria could be found sprawled across her royal mattress (which was, of course, stuffed with wads of cash for extra padding) in her second-favorite set of skull and crossbone pajamas, snoring half-contently. Each of her arms hugged a fat sack of coins with a ridiculously elaborate Yugopotamian money symbol printed on its front in blue. The covers tangled around her legs in a cyclone, which was the only reason she hadn’t completely rolled off the bed to the floor. Rolled off the side, it’s possibly worth mentioning, that her husband normally tried to claim for himself whenever he spied enough room to place a tentacle. As for her husband? King Marqavalier had just made the mistake of attempting to hold his wife’s pale human hand in her sleep. The death-defying trial proved successful on occasion, but that night turned out not to be tonight. He was now rinsing himself down furiously in the royal bedroom’s private muckpool wing, mumbling a variety of incoherent curses he’d picked up during his time on Earth, even though he wasn’t certain what they meant and happened to be using every single one in all the wrong ways. Back in their bedroom, Vicky murmured in her dreams and rolled over to cuddle with a third bag of taxes she had personally collected from the royal manure connoisseur earlier that day.

Along the Cherry Lane

Tootie growing up to live a relaxed life because her sister is in a loving relationship with an alien who adores her and she gets to rule over a bunch of people who are super into her way of threatening them with axes, my beloved...

Actually, do you think Mark gets huffy when Vicky threatens their subjects with weapons? We know driving a spear into the tentacle is a courtship signal for Yugopotamians and I feel like he probably had to have some talks with her about why she can't just attack people.

Vicky at a royal banquet: /throws an axe at the butler Mark: I'm being cheated on

Of course, the beauty of their relationship being that Mark spent 50+ years on Earth learning human culture, and would probably NOT interpret this as cheating and would instead interpret it as super hot the way he did when his ex almost sliced him to bits and threw him in the dungeon, but-

[debiteful]

Utterly gleeful about the FR thread that helps you scale your dragon's images

I knew her admirer (by her nose) was tiny, but gosh darn I'm giddy at seeing it visualized