#a toast to the pigs

[sulfurbonfire]

A Toast to the Pigs has been living in my head rent free aaa (@o-wyrmlight horrible with proper feedback but know that your fanfiction is great)

a doodle w spoilers (chapter 8) below

Theres a snippit from Harrys perspective at the start of every chapter yet i am utterly baffled every time it happens, its great honestly

[o-wyrmlight]

I felt like doodling Harry from my fic, A Toast To The Pigs—a Martinaise retelling where Harry doesn’t lose his memory and ends up working the case anyway. It’s a lot of fun. He’s a lot of fun. Check it out if that’s to your fancy.

[unregistered-doodles]

This is a doodle blog. And this is a doodle. Of a scene from Chapter 2 of my fic, A Toast To The Pigs. Featuring Harry's perspective, too. You're welcome.

[o-wyrmlight]

Yeah that's the face of a man who's very put together. Kind of going to describe Harry's self-harm mental state and thought process here. TW for that under the cut.

That was such a scene in my brain. Trying to scrub away the sensation of the bad touch. Trying to get it off by any means possible. The non-consensual element of it, the pain of the injuries themselves being less important than getting that feeling off. Scrub it clean. Make it clean. Make it better. If it hurts, under your fingers, by your fingers, you're doing it right. You're getting rid of that feeling. You're replacing it with something else. Something else is better. Anything else is better.

Everything else puts you on edge. The sensation that somebody is about to touch you. The feeling of somebody's latent, warm presence mingling against you, through the fabric of your clothes, touching you. Even that's too much touch. The knowledge that the eyes you meet through the mirror are judging you. Even worse--the fear that they might pity you.

Don't look. Don't touch. Don't help. You will ride it out. You will get through this. You, you, you. If he will not leave you stranded, the least he can do is leave you be.

"Okay," he says, and he leaves you be.

You ride it out.

real slopfest rn i fell out of practice during finals so quickly but heres sum fanart of chapter 13 of atttp (awesome epic fic by @o-wyrmlight )

im generally not a big fanfic guy but i adore this work with all my heart, high half-light harry is incredibly dear to me and hes used in the au so well.

this is the line i was working off

[catboy-bride]

dadnvaldr. if anyone cares.

[pigs-in-art]

Pumpkin Pig pin by Toasted Ink. Also available as a sticker.

[jonostroveart]

Gutless Toast

[cryptids]

My theory for the reason why Americans seem so grossed out at the idea of eating beans on toast is bc they think it's served cold??? Is that why??

[thealanwrightblog]

A Christmas themed breakfast. Pigs in blankets with egg on toast.

[o-wyrmlight]

AAA IT'S THEMMMM THEY'RE VIBING SO HARD. This is when they were talking to the smoker, wasn't it? Harry REALLY needed that smoke. It looks like you even got his battered knuckles, too? Lookit them gooooo. Saving this on my phone IMMEDIATELY.

Also Cuno is absolutely imitating Harry there lmao. Kim looks so tired, my god. I would be, too, if I was him. Leave for 10 minutes to make a call and suddenly your partner's literally letting the kid throwing rocks at your crime scene pet the dead guy's hair. Smh

A Toast to the Pigs has been living in my head rent free aaa (@o-wyrmlight horrible with proper feedback but know that your fanfiction is great)

a doodle w spoilers (chapter 8) below

Theres a snippit from Harrys perspective at the start of every chapter yet i am utterly baffled every time it happens, its great honestly

[o-wyrmlight]

A Toast to the Pigs [Martinaise; Non-Amnesiac Harry]

WIP something or another [Post-Martinaise; Amnesia Harry]

WIP another or something [Pre-Canon]

So this is what I've been doing in my spare time. Hello. Hi.

[lab-trash]

So, lately I've been sleeping downstairs bc my room doesn't get air conditioning and my latest medication has been making me overheat a lot easier— point is, my bed is empty.

So I decided to put my stuffed animal collection on it, which consists of Steven the Cow, supporting almost a dozen Bob Evans plushies, and my raccoon Karl.

I'm making a head for one of my plushies, whose head is removable for fandom reasons. And I paused before going to bed because... well, I needed to sleep.

But I couldn't sleep, so I decided to finish making the head. Not the face or anything, just the head. But the polyfill is upstairs, in my room. So before I sewed it up, I ran upstairs to fill it.

Yeah, I sat on my bed, in front of my little group of plushies. And I'm telling you, filling a disembodied head with polyfull in front of a dozen stuffies that almost all look like they're staring at you? That's a weird feeling. I literally said out loud "oh... this is awkward," when I sat down. Because it genuinely felt awkward.

I am left wondering though, is that the equivalent of giving birth, embalming, or something else completely?

[memphisbarbecue]

STUFF'S HAPPENING, BUT SOME HOUSEKEEPING FIRST

The GPC staff has grown by one with the addition of Mr. Pig as general manager, in charge of the day-to-day activity around the home office. We weren't looking to expand, but he showed up earlier this year and made a persuasive case for his hiring. His early resume involves a stint as part of a pretty rowdy bunch of hand puppets for a few years, and then goes blank until recently.

His managerial skills are questionable, so we'll take it low and slow. On to the news . . .

MEMPHIS TOAST, 954 JACKSON: GHOST PIT IS REALLY BACK

We've been following the progress of this place for the past few posts. It's finally open, and it's a pretty neat little joint. The history of this long-time barbecue shop has been set out here several times. Now it's a breakfast/brunch place (open 6 am-2 pm, maybe every day, call 417-7817 to be sure), but also with some barbecue vibes. The transformation of the old place is impressive, as is the food.

We've been there three times since it opened last month, and enjoyed all of them. Perhaps the neatest part, from our perspective, is the replication of the old pit.

According to the Toast's exec chef, Carlos Scurlock, the mortar in the original pit was too deteriorated to allow any cooking. No problems with the new one, and plans are to use it -- no pork, but likely for wings and such. It's a great addition to the Smokey City neighborhood, and is becoming the breakfast place of choice as the future of the Barksdale seems bleak after a kitchen fire.

GET YOUR TEA TIME: 709 E. PARKWAY SOUTH Out with Subway, in with Boba Boba Life, at this former Loeb's barbecue restaurant that dates from the 1960s. It's close to opening. Not likely a place we'll visit, but it's good to see an old ghost pit back in business after the Subway closure. Interesting.

On the negative side, the old Cave's Soul Food and More on Jackson remains empty after its former tenant, a pasta restaurant, moved to Downtown.

ODDS AND ENDS Ebay just came through with this Little Pigs of America mask from the early/mid 1960s. First one I've seen, and I'm tickled to have it. Here's the listing for it from the LPOA Commissary Supply Catalog.

My daughter finds all kinds of Memphis barbecue stuff on the internet, and recently sent me this Loeb's piece that looks to be part of a newspaper ad. Never seen it. Don't know who the people are, but I'd guess their last name is Loeb.

It mentions pretty much all of Loeb's commercial ventures from the 1960s (including chicken) that you could find all on one corner -- laundromat, dry cleaning, market, barbecue restaurant.

Finally, from a friend's backyard, the remnants of a barbecue pit that was a fairly common feature of Midtown houses from the 1920s and 1930s. I have one, but it's covered in some type of nasty vine.

[o-wyrmlight]

Harry, don't throw that bottle. Harry. Don't do it. Don't you dare. Don't

rlly quick thing i made based on chpt9 of @o-wyrmlight ‘s fic XP i’d recommend it so hard it rules. i hadnt thought much abt “harry keeps his memory au” as a concept but kim being sent to work with him almost being ‘killing two birds with one stone’ was like omfg wait sick w

[lost-hourss]

Think I need to somehow get the guinea pigs some chew toys..

[atropalugosi]

i am so fucking sick of having a phobia of committing cannibalism, can i please just get through one burger or slice of bacon without my brain pummeling my stomach the entire time?