There's something delightfully cannibalistic in Victor assembling the creature. How he carves into the corpses precise, careful to preserve what he wants and disregarding the rest; not a dissection, a butchery. The care put into assembling the face, the hands, how he layers tissue and threads tendons like a sculptor (or, more precisely, as my dear friend @mikimeiko pointed out: like an engineer building a beautiful machine). The blocks of clear ice. Serving himself body parts on silver platters. The pleasant, jaunty music, perfect for a cheerful dinner. How he disposes of the leftovers, grabbing someone's head by the hair and stuffing it into a garbage bag; a slaughterhouse doesn't bury the remnants of a pig carcass, either.

He might not literally be eating them but he's still consuming them, taking, taking, taking with no regard for the carnage around him.

Things about Frankenstein that I will be gnawing on like a starving stray dog with a bone for some time:

• the milk, the mother's milk
• the sunlight!!
• red + blood + life
• corollary: red on white, blood as a stain on innocence, the hand print on baby Victor's white-waistcoated shoulder taking his innocence away, the blood on the snow taking the creature's innocence away, the blood on the dress taking Elizabeth's innocence away (it's her wedding night! she would have bled! she's bleeding!!!)
• aqua est vita
• take a shot for every time someone is jesus
• the actual crown of thorns on the crucifix on which the creature is brought to life
• "Victor, victor, victor"
• Elizabeth consistently dressed like a butterfly (white blood until her blood is red!)
• "You have a week" (to complete the act of Creation, to make yourself like unto God)

me impatiently to the little french cat boiling me in a stew: chat am I cooked

you don't "hate kids," you hate being forced into a caretaking role.

you don't "hate kids," you hate censorship passed off as family values.

you don't "hate kids," you hate the constrictiveness of the nuclear family.

you don't "hate kids," you're just not used to occupying fully age diverse spaces so you're not used to the noise or the many different kinds of needs.

you don't "hate kids," most public spaces just aren't built for kids, and so the few kids you see are always uncomfortable and distressed.

you don't "hate kids," you hate the intense social rules assigned to kids and anyone who interacts with kids.

You don't "hate kids," you hate how society reproduces its most restrictive elements and how kids are powerless to resist it.

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feeling gender euphoria by repressing my emotions (transmasc)

Coraline AU

my favourite olympics subplot is this norwegian swimmer’s public love affair with chocolate muffins and his increasingly manic tiktoks about them... romance of the summer

bonus:

update: jordan_the_stallion8 has posted the recipe

No male WWI pinups exist yet so my gay ass decided to change that at 1 AM and I ended up looking like a propaganda poster with homoerotic undertones so

i'm not a lesbian as far as i know and i already have a wife but thanks tumblr