#HI i hope this works!

[perfectionreached]

@tattlesandtales

there were no words to describe how exhausted taissa was. it was bad enough that she had arrived to the compound worn down, but after everything that had happened that night? there was no way that she wanted to sit in a car for hours just to go home and deal with the train wreak that was waiting for her. luckily, neither did van. they had found a nearby motel, deciding to crash there for the night while they at least tried to process something.

the car ride to the motel was quiet, both of them clearly unable to verbalize how they were feeling. one friend was dead. the other was being sent away. that could have been any of them. maybe it should have been taissa. that was nothing but pure luck. the door to the room opens and she flicks on a light switch, sighing softly as she runs a hand through her hair.

she finally turns to van, a look of defeat on her face. it isn't lost on her that they're still stuck together. that she's standing there, still wearing van's clothes, while decades and decades of wounds between them are quickly unraveling. she still feels a pit in her stomach when she thinks about the confession that van had uttered earlier in the evening. "so," she starts off, not even knowing where to start. "we'll get back on the road in the morning ..."

[morguewritten]

❝ following the rules ── ... boring ❞ the vampire's bottom lip pouted as she flopped into the arm chair, legs instantly raising to drape over the arm. ❝ i though you'd be more exciting... ❞

@julie1x1 💀

[batfall-a]

THE  fall   hadn’t   been   graceful    ,    one   wrong   CALCULATED  step  and  he  had   fallen  through  THREE   floors.   the  building   was  old  ,  the  water  hadn’t   helped.   black  mold   grows  upon   walls   as   it   slowly  takes  over  it’s  new  host.   from   within  the  shadows   a  voice  calls  ,   

are you trying to get yourself killed ?  /  @batagonist

lenses’   go    to   scan    ,   and  a   NAME  is  offered  -   this  particular  name  he’s   seen  before.   slowly   stands the drywall leaves it's mark upon kevlar as a hand goes to brush debris off. ' it would appear so ' annoyance , ' though i've heard so are you ' tongue coats words in the slightest bit of humor.

the apartment complex building shifts , and where he fell moments before bears the signs of that shift. ' some call it luck ' muttered as head looks back , and sees the FALLOUT of his mis-step. ' we're in for a long night ' as cowl covers face , and all he offers are eyes that match the grey sky that is accented with AIRCRAFT. ' what's brought you to the area ? '

currently where they are can only be reached by boat , though ? they BOTH have their ways. gotham sinks , and the smell of rotten flesh still wafts. the air CRISP as it cuts through the complex , and creates a sort of wind tunnel that carries his next words, ' she's out for blood ' eyes slightly widen as chin points to the city. ' nothing changes '

[endusviolence]

Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?

I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?

In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".

Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.

This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.

Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.

The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]

There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.

This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]

As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.

But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?

Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.

[egophiliac]

we were fucking ROBBED

[astearisms]

fionna and cake drawings before and after watching the episodes so far. it’s nostalgic and somehow cathartic and poignant and relatable and—it just started

[valerieayoade]

closed starter for @lenakaplan ♥

"wait, so — where are we going again?" val asked as she turned around to triple check she had actually locked her car and to take a fifth and final look at the street sign so she would engrain her parking spot into her mind. "you just told me, too." the woman sighed, giving her friend a pleading look. "guess i'm just too excited to be going out to dinner with my favorite girl again. i feel like it's been forever since we've gone out just the two of us, hasn't it? was the last time... what, iceland?" she asked as she walked alongside lena, following her without really thinking of the direction. "i'm so glad you're here too, you know. it's nice having a friend in a new place, but it's even nicer that it's you." val added, with a wide smile.

[theoldkyokodied]

One wedding and three funerals

Background paintings under the cut

[expelliarmus]

[somnimagus]

My page for @sheikahzine; about Impaz's duty to her village, empty of people and full of memories.

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[rosefromdeath1]

@bloodyxballet ♥ ( DYLAN ) liked for a starter

"I used to do ballet when I was younger, but not anymore." Gabriella commented, giving a small shrug of her shoulder as she adjusted her school books in her hand. It was nice to have the company while walking to her next class. "I think if I tried again I'd sprain my ankle."

[spoksstuff]

Home 🏠❤️‍🩹

all credits to the original artist @zaerxa on X, ig & tumblr

[jay-wasstuff]

[degenerateshinji]

(read left to right)

in a dream, on a wave.

[hoshiina]

pairing: hoshina soushirou x gn!reader (no prns)

summary: in which he realizes you were the one for him

warnings: none i think !

wc: 1100

Hoshina wasn't a player. He wasn't one to say yes to everyone who came his way nor was he one to lightly pursue just about anyone who slightly interested him— not to mention he didn’t fall easily to begin with. He was a busy man in a dangerous line of work so having a relationship simply didn’t make sense most of the time.

However, this is not to say he hasn’t had a few relationships here and there. He loved those he dated, he really did. He did not believe in dating for the fun of it nor did he believe in starting a relationship he knew would end at some point, but subconsciously he tried not to get attached. He kept his distance and locked away his heart to keep from getting hurt. Was it unfair? Well yes, but he was scared. Everyone has something that terrifies them greatly, this just so happened to be Hoshina’s.

Yet, recently he could tell that something was different with you. It had only been a few months since you started dating, but he feared the shift in his feelings. He knew what it was— he knew very well, but as soon as he admitted it, it would be over. There’d be no going back for him. He knew he was being rather irrational, he knew that if he sat down and confronted these emotions he’d realize they weren’t that big of a deal, but he couldn’t. He’s never been able to.

However, while fighting this kaiju, it became plain obvious that he was simply in denial. 

It upset him how important you were to him, but more than that it upset him that he knew he was important to you. You had made it so painfully clear that he meant the absolute world to you and that broke him to pieces every single time.

To him it was easy being alone— he just had to make sure his job was complete before he died. If he could ensure everyone’s safety or at least help Mina out, there was nothing more he wished for. Yet while fighting Kaiju no. 10 today, when he saw his life flash before his eyes, his immediate thought was of you. If he died you’d cry. And that alone was going to get him home alive.

He’d rather die than make you cry. Especially not alone.

As he stood up again, he could see his blood dripping from his wounds and immediately it made him chuckle. You’d cry anyways when you see the state he’s in. 

I’ll have to be around to wipe your tears at least, he said to you in his head.

He was incredibly lucky that you didn’t work on the battlefield, his heart simply would not be able to take it. But he did, and for you he’d have to get home safe. Even if no one else cared that much, not even himself, he knew you would.

All of a sudden, it was easy to admit. He was hopelessly in love with you, in a way he didn't know he was capable of. He wished that he would spend the rest of his life with you and he hoped you would spend the rest of yours with him. Perhaps he was just afraid and a little flustered to admit that he was important to someone, especially someone special to him too. He had seen how painful it was for those left behind, a little too often. 

But there was an easy solution to that, he’d just get back to you safe every time. He just won’t make you worry and he’ll be there for you. This was supposed to be a dilemma, something he thought he'd stress over, but in the moment he felt eerily relaxed, definitely not like he was fighting an identified grade kaiju. The rest of the fight was a blur, he couldn't remember much. His head was clear but the fatigue had taken over at that point, but before he knew it, the kaiju laid in front of him still.

He was faintly conscious as they rushed him into an ambulance and patched him up. Once he was properly treated and awake, they had warned him to stay put and take it easy, but all he wanted to do was see you.

As soon as he left his assigned room, he immediately bumped into you. You had been waiting to be let in to see him. You took one look at the way he was patched up and tears welled into your eyes. He could tell you didn't mean to, you didn't want to worry him.

“Please don't cry,” he said softly, wiping your tears away. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of you. “I'm perfectly fine.”

“I'm not crying,” you said with a scowl on your face, but the way your voice cracked was not very convincing. “I'm so glad you're back.”

“Can't live without me?” he teased. He knew you couldn't live without him, but he couldn't either. Yet, now he even hated the thought of you living without him, let alone with someone else, so here he was. And here he always will be.

“Shut up,” you said. “You know I can't.”

He knew, but hearing you say that still made his heart flutter. He reached out with his right hand to grab your left and held it carefully. He leaned in to kiss you, but it was so much sloppier than the careful ones he usually gave you. Forgive him, he was terribly exhausted.

“I can't either,” he said, snuggling his face into your shoulder.

“You can't?” you asked, a little surprised. It broke his heart that he had possibly made you feel such way.

“Not for a second,” he said, still avoiding eye contact. “I'd rather die than wake up without you next to me, actually.���

You wouldn’t reply, so he brought his head back up to look at you.

“Oh, don't cry,” he said and chuckled a little, wiping your tears away as he kissed you again. “I didn't mean to make you cry.”

He hadn't let go of your hand and although he was gentle, he held it firmly. He didn't say anything, but he vowed to himself that he'd put a ring on it someday. He wasn't letting go of you ever.

You were the one for him.

[overchromatic]

attempted to give Kieran a cooler hairstyle.