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[tatooineknights]

Luke Skywalker in The World Between Worlds

[oh-snapperss]

season eightnine (part two!)

oh wow aha bdubs not so alone on hermitcraft huh?

for @shepscapades, this wouldn’t exist without you<3

this is the second part to this ficlet! 

AO3

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To be fair, Etho hadn’t meant to leave his communicator behind.

In his defense, the darn thing had been lying right on top of a shulker he’d planned to take on his journey, and then he’d forgotten that shulker as well! By the time he realized his mistake, he’d already flown a few thousand blocks from his base, and couldn’t be bothered to go back for it. He’d only be a day or so gone at most, and this wasn’t the first time he’d left his communicator by accident.

So on he’d gone, until he found the biome he needed, and gathered all the gravel he’d ever want for the season. Or at least, hoped he’d want. Out of every resource Etho had to gather every season, gravel was one of his least favorites. The stupid stuff couldn’t be gotten from a farm, and Etho had a personal vendetta against any material like that.

After flying back to his base and dropping his gravel off at his storage system, all Etho wants to do is sleep. It’s late, and the full moon overhead certainly isn’t bright enough to prevent the mobs spawning around his base.

That’s Etho’s first clue something is wrong, because wait a minute– Bdubs always sleeps, doesn’t he? In previous seasons, Bdubs was nearly always the one to pass the night, and it’s rare for him to miss a night without asking someone else to sleep in his stead. Etho knows that Bdubs hates the night, even more so since… since season eight.

Oh! His comm–maybe he should check that before he sleeps, since it’s been a couple days. Maybe Bdubs was in the nether, or needed him to sleep!

He finds the shulker box with the communicator on top, and… that’s his second sign something is seriously wrong.

There are almost no messages–and of the dozen that are, all of them are from Bdubs.

7:00 A.M. [Bdoubleo100] Good morning!

12:13 P.M. [Bdoubleo100] I’m gonna head to the shopping district, anyone hangin’ out there?

12:55 P.M. [Bdoubleo100] Where is everyone?

12:56 P.M. [Bdoubleo100] Anyone need any help with a build? Or wanna grab some coffee? My treat!

2:34 P.M. [Bdoubleo100] Where is everyone? Why is everyone gone?

2:36 P.M. [Bdoubleo100] haha very funny guys, just like season 8, huh?

3:45 P.M. [Bdoubleo100] VERY FREAKIN FUNNY GUYS

4:56 P.M. [Bdoubleo100] just what i needed! some peace and quiet to work on everything!

5:25: P.M. [Bdoubleo100] guys please reply guys please this isn’t funny

8:23 P.M. [Bdoubleo100] please don't do this to me again

Etho rushes back for his storage system, and in the time it takes for it to give him a new, unbroken elytra, he messages as fast as he can.

10:28 P.M. [Etho] I’m here

10:29 P.M. [Etho] dubs where are you?

He straps on the elytra, hands shaking with adrenaline just enough to make putting it on a hassle. Typically putting on an elytra is natural to him after years of flying, but tonight he has to redo the straps to actually line up.

One glance at the communicator shows there’s been no response from Bdubs–yet another abnormality. Bdubs always writes back fast. Always.

10:33 P.M [Etho} to [Bdubs] where are you I need coords

He gives it another minute before he launches himself into the sky and towards spawn. He’s not sure Bdubs will be there, but at least it’s a start.

It’s been a while since Bdubs told Etho what happened in season eight–with the moon falling and Bdubs still on the server when it happened, alone and all too aware of it. The other hermits had disappeared without a trace, Etho included (although Etho had left ages before the rest, apparently). Bdubs had been left to face the weight of the moon on his own, and ever since had refused to stay under the night sky for too long. Etho knew he hated being left to himself, and here they were, with Bdubs seemingly abandoned again.

Etho had no idea where the other hermits were, but he would figure that out after he found Bdubs.

Spawn is empty, void of any sound or sign of Bdubs, so Etho doesn’t linger there. The communicator is still empty, so he sends another message to Bdubs.

The monolith is eerily silent–Etho tears up and down the stairs in search of Bdubs, although he didn’t really expect Bdubs to be somewhere with a bed. All he finds is the kitchen in a state of disarray from the morning, which meant that Bdubs hadn’t been there to clean it up.

Still no reply from Bdubs, either. Once again, Etho messages him where are you i’m coming before heading for the crastle. The place is empty, and a few windows are open to let fresh air in. Now they just seem ominous, with cold wind blowing through and whistling in the hallways.

And no Bdubs.

It’s then Etho realizes.

The horse course.

By now, it’s well after midnight, and mobs are everywhere, but by some miracle Etho reaches the minigame district safely. Most of it is lit up well, so he’s able to land nearby safely. As soon as he reaches the starting gate, he knows he’s in the right place.

Someone is crying. Bdubs is crying. Etho can hear him sniffling somewhere, and it’s just a few steps up the hill in the middle of the course before he finds him, curled on the ground with his knees tucked to his chest and his eyes screwed shut tightly.

“‘Dubs?” Etho kneels down in front of him, and realizes that Bdubs is shaking like a leaf, despite the night not being that chilly.

There’s no response, at first. Bdubs doesn’t even open his eyes at Etho’s voice. Instead, he curls impossibly tighter into himself, and mumbles something Etho can’t quite catch.

Etho repeats Bdubs name, just as softly as the first time. He doesn’t want to scare Bdubs, and he knows he can hear him.

“No… no. You’re not here, you’re not real, go away,” Bdubs pulls at his hair, and then–”not again, not again.”

Etho reaches forward, and wraps his arms around Bdubs, pulling him as close as he can against his chest. “I’m here, ‘Dubs.” he promises, propping his chin just on top of Bdubs’ head.

Bdubs’ arms wrap around Etho, clutching him as if Etho were… as if he were an apparition in danger of dissipating at any moment. Etho keeps holding Bdubs just as tightly, knowing that he needs the touch more than anything right now.

It takes a few minutes, but Bdubs’ sobs quiet at last, and he speaks through hiccups and the occasional sharp intake of breath. “Thought… thought you all left… thought the moon was big… thought I was a-alone again a-and…”

Etho can feel fresh tears soaking through his shirt, and moves one of his hands to cradle Bdubs’ head against him. It’s late, Bdubs has got to be exhausted, but it’s clear neither of them are gonna sleep. “D’you think you can stand?”

Bdubs nods shakily, and as they rise with Bdubs still clinging to Etho, Etho realizes quickly that he’s in no shape to fly back to the monolith alone or even with Etho just behind. He’s still shaking so badly he’s barely standing, and one glance from Bdubs to the celestial body above sends him into another round of sobs.

It takes a little wrangling, but Etho gets Bdubs into his arms without too much trouble, and manages to activate his elytra without much trouble. It’s still too far to take Bdubs home, but the shopping district isn’t too far, so Etho flies them straight to Bdubs’ coffee shop. They stumble up the steps, and Etho deposits Bdubs into one of the booths before heading behind the counter. His lavender lemon tea is running low, but there’s still enough for the both of them.

Etho’s pretty sure Bdubs hasn’t ever tried lavender lemon tea. In all the years they’ve known each other, Bdubs has always drunk Earl Grey or coffee. Unfortunately, Etho has no idea how to turn on the coffee machine, and there’s never been Earl Grey at the shop.

Lavender Lemon. Etho’s tea. The only tea Bdubs has ever kept at the shop.

He turns the stove on, gets the kettle filled, and busies himself finding a couple mugs. He can still hear Bdubs’ subdued crying from the booth, and as soon as the water is boiled and poured into the waiting mugs, he walks back over with their tea.

He slides one mug across the table to Bdubs, and sits opposite him. “I uh, I know it’s not your usual, but it might help anyway?”

Bdubs cups the mug with both his hands, and just stares down at it for a moment. Then he takes a sip, and for the first time that evening, Etho sees his shoulders relax.

So they drink their tea, and the night passes on.

Tomorrow they’ll find the other remaining hermits, what few there are. They’ll find a compass too late, directing all of them to the rift and a triumphant Grumbot.

Tomorrow Etho will move back into the basement of the monolith, just so Bdubs won’t have to deal with the silence anymore. Just for a while.

Tomorrow, they will start to form a plan for getting their friends back.

But that is tomorrow. For now, they drink their tea, and Bdubs finds peace.

[victorluvsalice]

I told you I hoped to rectify only having the prologue up very soon! So here's the actual Chapter One of "Start At The Beginning...Sort Of," which actually features Alice, Smiler, and Victor, and how they all actually met! :) Hope you enjoy!

[sylvies-kablooie]

i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

[werewolf-transgenderism]

keep seeing undergrads on social media saying “oh if a prof has a strict no-AI academic integrity policy that’s a red flag for me because that means they don’t know how to design assignments” like sorry girl but that just sounds like you’ve got a case of sour grapes about not being allowed to cheat with the plagiarism machine that doesn’t know how to evaluate sources and kills the environment! I have a strict no-AI policy because if you use AI to write your essays for a writing course it’s literally plagiarism because you didn’t write it and you’re not learning any of the things the course teaches if you just plug a prompt into the plagiarism generator that kills the environment, hope this helps!

[christadeguchi]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[hansoeii]

[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.

[kwadlayns]

Good detectives do what they need to in order to solve a case. 💀🔎✨

[aceart-jpg]

Farcille's Moving Castle

Complete series!

[ruporas]

dragon meat, you, and me

[ddejavvu]

Just saw a TikTok complaining about ‘kitten’ as a pet name in fanfiction and while I do agree with/understand their discomfort on that one the comments were FULL of people mentioning all the other common pet names ?? Like honey babe baby sweetheart etc ?? Is your partner just supposed to call you by your name the whole time ????????

[egophiliac]

doylist explanation for why Gidel is only in Fellow's non-idle lesson animations: probably something about space constraints and making sure two sprites in one seat aren't covering anyone else when they're not in focus

watsonian explanation for why Gidel is only in Fellow's non-idle lesson animations: he snuck in and is hiding from the teachers, don't give him away 🤫

(I've reached my limit of unsuccessful attempts at pulling them before I need to save keys for Halloween, so I've been living vicariously through youtube videos...but the fact that Gidel just pops up from under the desk to wave his arms around happily is really testing my resolve. D: I'm gonna die when they finally get to do alchemy...)

[chloesimaginationthings]

These clown animatronics in FNAF wild as hell..

[pokimoko]

Asexual bird? Please

How about two asexual birds?

[hinamie]

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