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Hearing the stories of the women in my life and it is so heartbreaking to see how much they loathe their bodies. “I used to be thin” “I had always thought I was fat” “I couldn’t stand my body in pictures” “My body has this scar and it is so ugly”
And it’s treated like normal things to think. There is nothing wrong with being fat, there is nothing wrong with having scars, there is nothing wrong with having stretch marks and wrinkles and a tummy that just won’t go away. Our bodies are the home we are given to make memories in and that includes nasty bumps and scars and weird smells and creaks.
There’s a pinch of romance in everything I do.
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the moment I heard elphaba's delivery of "there's a girl i know..." in i'm not that girl i knew i had to draw this comic, i strongly recommend listening to it while you read for the full experience!
this comic is a companion to this piece (which was inspired by glinda's delivery of the same line in the i'm not that girl reprise).
pages 1-4 are from elphie's pov, pages 5-8 are from glinda's.
prints of individual pages: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
flower meanings in order of appearance:
Hi I'm judy, a queer arab illustrator who loves painting lush environments and tender characters 🌾💗
You can find my links and support my work here!: Patreon • Twitter • Prints • Commissions • Kofi
finished portrait commission for the lovely @starfleet-captain 🧡🌿
photographer: Pedro Napolinário // source: zonaagbara
Fic recs: a compendium of stories so far
Hello! I’ve been thinking of creating a weekly newsletter-inspired post that gathers all new fics from our (tiny) Bodies (TV 2023) fandom from the week. I’ll focus on the fics with the Alfred/Henry ship for now. Hopefully I’ll be able to keep up.
I’m doing this because I want to support the fics by broadcasting them here. I hope this will be a nice way for new people to discover the fandom and further explore the tag on ao3.
If you are an author of one of these fics and wish to be tagged, send me a dm!
Take a look at this week’s fics under the cut!
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Alfred finds himself torn between two lives and two loyalties, between who he is and who he has tried to be. Only he can find his way out.
Rating: Mature
Category: M/M
Pairing: Alfred Hillinghead/Henry Ashe
Language: English
Word count: 6,180
Chapter count: 1/1
Status: Complete, part of a series
Written by: BeautifulSoup
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A serial killer goes after handsome blonde men. Alfred takes an issue with this. In the meanwhile, Henry has an issue with the flowers that keep on appearing at his door.
Rating: Mature
Category: M/M
Pairing: Alfred Hillinghead/Henry Ashe
Language: English
Word count: 3,210
Chapter count: 1/?
Status: Incomplete, multi chapter
Written by: NerdyNerdOfNerd
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当天晚上，希林黑德就听到敲门声。那敲门声穿过无数日夜，穿过他昨夜欢愉的梦境，泅渡他以为无望的爱河，来到他的门前。他摸到门闩，不禁浑身痉挛，仿佛在迎接他的梦中人前就被骤至的来访劈断。来的路上阴雨连绵，亨利被浇得浑身透湿，衣衫不整，一双眼睛却纯粹得如同小狗，只敢在年长的警探打开门后，战战兢兢地去舔他的脸。 这一对挺好磕的。
Rating: Teen
Category: M/M
Pairing: Alfred Hillinghead/Henry Ashe
Language: 中文-普通话 國語
Word count: 1,437
Chapter count: 1/1
Status: Complete, single chapter
Written by: Seven Laridae
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“Please.” Alfred sounds absolutely wrecked as he says it and Henry exhales, absolutely taken by it, unable to deny him anything like this, feels himself yielding to the request immediately, without second thought. A few moments/missing scenes between Alfred and Henry
Rating: Mature
Category: M/M
Pairing: Alfred Hillinghead/Henry Ashe
Language: English
Word count: 2,015
Chapter count: 1/1
Status: Complete, single chapter
Written by: Beeexx @beeexx
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Episode 3, Alfred gets drugged and shows up on Henry's door Henry's POV
Rating: General
Category: M/M
Pairing: Alfred Hillinghead/Henry Ashe
Language: English
Word count: 1,307
Chapter count: 1/1
Status: Complete, single chapter
Written by: AtticusPeck
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At some point Henry would have to let Alfred return to his home and his wife, but for now he could at least pretend.
Rating: Explicit
Category: M/M
Pairing: Alfred Hillinghead/Henry Ashe
Language: English
Word count: 2,496
Chapter count: 1/1
Status: Complete, single chapter
Written by: Luna_Moon_Kitty
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There's been a murder of a young boy and it's fallen to detective Hillinghead to find out what happens. Everyone has secrets but they don't cost everyone their lives.
Rating: Mature
Category: M/M
Pairing: Alfred Hillinghead & Henry Ashe
Language: English
Word count: 3,583
Chapter count: 2/2
Status: Complete, multi chapter (more chapters will be added)
Written by: alien_basement
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A flashbulb goes off in a crowded Whitechapel street. A connection is made. A bond is (re)grown, and things seem strangely familiar. Post-episode 8: Hillinghead and Ashe connect in a new world.
Rating: Explicit
Category: M/M
Pairing: Alfred Hillinghead/Henry Ashe
Language: English
Word count: 7,693
Chapter count: 1/1
Status: Complete, part of a series
Written by: BeautifulSoup
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”I get the impression that it will be hard for me to deny you anything.” “How observant, detective. What led you to that conclusion?” He chuckles, smiling at Henry, who looks at him with a glimmer in his eye. Like a kid looking at candy floss. “A hunch.” (Or: episode 4 coda; what happens after they find the print)
Rating: Explicit
Category: M/M
Pairing: Alfred Hillinghead/Henry Ashe
Language: English
Word count: 1,412
Chapter count: 1/1
Status: Complete, single chapter
Written by: ColorfulThoughts
hugs…
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Bodies (TV 2023) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Alfred Hillinghead/Henry Ashe Characters: Alfred Hillinghead, Henry Ashe Additional Tags: Missing Scene, Sexual Content, Emotionally repressive victorian men, Victorian era, not sure how to tag it Summary:
“Please.” Alfred sounds absolutely wrecked as he says it and Henry exhales, absolutely taken by it, unable to deny him anything like this, feels himself yielding to the request immediately, without second thought.
A few moments/missing scenes between Alfred and Henry
It's you and me (and they told me this is how it could be)
Episode 3, Alfred gets drugged and shows up on Henry's door
Henry's POV
New fics!
I haven’t been able to read these yet, but I wanted to promote them on here so more people can go check them out!
a moment by the window
(hillinghead & henry)
yes i adore alfred’s tiny little glasses….WIP for the bodies fandom which consists of like 3 people 😭
a shame all of them weren't in the same room together i think it would have been fun
I want someone to look at me the way Ashe looks at Hillinghead in Bodies
remember when alfred turned up at henry's door step sodden and desperately repressed and confessed he needed him while henry stood there shirtless and then they made out good times
can we all just take a moment to respect alfred for not going in and immediately kissing henry when he literally looked at him like THIS?? (i’d have melted on spot actually)
Little fic snippet I wrote while I should be working, between Alfred and Henry which now live rent free in my brain and takes up toooo much space.
I haven’t finished the show so I might post later when I finish the last episode and then maybe some changes will be made. But to the few troopers in this fandom (I hope we grow) I hope you enjoy
The first time it happens Henry isn’t expecting it. It’s one thing to know what Alfred is, another to so clearly see the contraptions of life he’s caged himself behind, never to act on the desires he’s so adamantly pushes down, reassuring he doesn’t feel them. And in the short amount of time he has known Alfred he's learnt that the man is nothing if not a stubborn bastard, unyielding, determined to keep control so tightly wound around himself he might snap, that Henry has accepted that this is as far as their partnership will go.
So it takes him by surprise as he blinks his eyes open the morning after Alfred had come barging in, high, out of his mind but most unsettling, scared, that had Henry opening his door, letting him close.
Alfred’s body is turned towards him, his touch fluttering lightly across his cheek as the morning light gleams through the curtains. It must be early he manages to think, the street downstairs quiet.
He keeps his face as neutral as he can, doesn’t want to spook Alfred, too intrigued by the development in the man in front of him that he only dares to breathe, his mouth parting slightly as Alfred’s fingers trail downwards, almost reverently on his skin. But Alfred doesn’t seem deterred, he seems slightly transfixed instead, and when his fingers continue its path to Henry’s lips his own hand moves by its own accord, drawn to the other man in a way he can’t quite explain as he touches the surprisingly soft beard, thumb drawing circles underneath Alfred’s eye.
Whiteman’s lounging with a whisky, looking comfortably casual in a pair of chinos and a t-shirt—blazer combination. He might be taken for any young, up-and-coming London professional out for a drink to celebrate the long weekend. Hillinghead, by contrast, looks like he should be at a wedding- the man’s in a three piece suit and the most complexly knotted tie she’s ever seen. Still, Shahara’s hardly going to judge him for feeling more comfortable completely covered up and the man is (she still can’t really wrap her head around this) a Victorian. He’s got a pint of beer in front of him, though it doesn’t look like he’s touched it.
She takes the first of the two empty seats at their table, her coke sloshing over the side of the glass as she sits, and remarks: “You two found your way around alright then?”
Whiteman sniffs sharply and half shrugs. “Fine. Nice to see the place not bombed to bits and rationing over.”
“It’s so- loud,” Hillinghead murmurs. “And crowded, and it smells-”
“It’s always smelled,” Whiteman interjects. “What, was it all roses in your time? I don’t believe that.”
“No,” Hillinghead stresses. “But it is- more.” he rubs the bridge of his nose. “Have you heard from-” He freezes, staring at something just over Whiteman’s shoulder. Shahara can read a shift in to flight-or-fight posture easily and from the way he’s suddenly more alert, Whiteman’s clocked that something’s got Hilinghead spooked as well.
“Problem?” he asks quietly, in his clipped, cockney accent; a half-strangled vowel slips from Hillinghead’s throat and Shahara turns to see what he’s looking at. There’s two men enjoying what’s clearly a date, holding hands and locking lips. Shahara sighs internally, bracing herself for a slew of Victorian attitudes- “Yeah,” she says, a little sarcastically- Hillinghead’s knuckles have gone white, he’s clenching his fist so hard. The gold of his wedding band stands stark against it. “That’s allowed, nowadays- we don’t care.”
“Hm?” Whiteman glances around- there’s a moment where Shahara thinks she’s gonna have to deal with 1940s attitudes as well, but Whiteman turns back, uninterested. “Fair enough.” he starts patting himself down, like he’s looking for something in his pockets.
“They can-” Hillinghead murmurs. “I could…” He swipes for the beer and downs a quarter of the pint in one. Now Whiteman looks interested, he pauses his search, leans right forward and says, smirking, “Detective Inspector Hillinghead. Do you have a fancy man?”
Hillinghead sputters and brings down the glass. “Are you twelve?” he demands, something of the outraged parent seeping into his tone as– he’s blushing, Shahara realises. He’s actually blushing.
“Are you-?” She asks, leaning forward, and she knows it’s rude and none of her business, but still. “Are you gay?” The wedding ring. “Bi?”she suggests, as a follow up, and then: “Do you have a boyfriend?”
“I- what? I-” he looks back at the couple, then grabs his beer again. “I have- I have a- I have Henry,” he downs more of the beer. “It-it would be nice, to- to not…” he trails off, his eyes drifting away from both of them.
“See, I’ve always been a bachelor- a bachelor bachelor, not a confirmed bachelor, myself, but I - fuck, I left my cigars and my lighter in the other jacket-”
“Language,” Hilinghead reprimands at the same time as Shahara says: “You can’t smoke in here anyway.”
Whiteman drops his elbow to the table and points at her. “You what?”
“No smoking in public places, it’s banned.”
Whiteman flops back in his seat and grabs for his whisky. “The future is bollocks.” he drains the glass and slams it down. “Good whisky though. So. While we wait for Maplewood to join us….Hillinghead can kiss blokes, and I can’t smoke in a pub. What else should we know about this 2023, then…?”
New fic by new author has dropped!!!
Poll time!
Everyone’s feedback has been amazing (tysm for that!). 40 people voted on my last poll for the ratings of my fics- and I will absolutely take into account the results!
Since I think there’s enough people now to do this, I have a new poll:
I’ll try to finish whichever wins ASAP, and work promptly on the other options as well.
I knew within five seconds of Ashe and Hillinghead meeting that this was going to be a ship.