#also this was long so sorry

[starrystevie]

part one

dating a popstar isn't exactly where eddie ever thought his life would be going. said popstar being the one and only steve harrington definitely wasn't a part of that idea, either. you know, the steve that was littered up and down his body in varying colors and styles, scripts and swirls, large and small love letters to his music on whatever space looked too empty. dating that steve was a concept that eddie never took the time to put actual thought into until they met on his tour.

it became a reoccurring thing, the whole "eddie in steve's tour bus, ending up with far less clothes on than he came to the concert with, showing off a new piece to gentle fingers and softer than soft lips" thing. and that reoccurring thing turns into the "steve learning what the inside of eddie's apartment looks like with the sunset painting the walls only to wake up to see what the sunrise makes it look like with far less clothes on than he came over with" thing.

it's on their second official date in the city, when they drink enough vodka sodas to make them just past tipsy and they tumble into eddie's apartment wrapped around each other, that steve see's it. or well, her. eddie strums over the red guitar's strings lightly once before turning back to steve with a wide grin and grabby hands, sauntering over in what he must think is sexy but has steve snorting out a laugh instead.

"you play?" he asks as eddie nuzzles into the space between his shoulder and neck, open mouth kisses tickling the sensitive skin, making his fingers dig just so into eddie's hips.

"mmhmm," he murmurs back noncommittally, focusing more on making temporary bruises form on the pale skin under his lips. "i'm in a band sometimes."

steve laughs with a shake of his head and threads his fingertips through eddie's hair, pulls him back enough to lock gazes, drags his fingers across spit slick lips because he can't help it. "how are you in a band 'sometimes'? most band guys i know are hardcore about it. life or death for the music, you know?"

"well, maybe i'm not like most guys you know, harrington." he says it with a smirk, one that gets returned, before he goes back to steve's neck and has hands wrapped tightly around his hips again.

steve doesn't let it go after that. it's a few days later that he asks eddie about the band, about what music they play and if they have any songs, any albums. asks him to play a song for him as they sit in the moonlight with sated smiles and something love-tinged hanging in the air. it becomes their thing, steve sings for eddie when they're in his tour bus and eddie plays for steve when they're at his apartment. they show their unreleased stuff to each other and it feels good, feels right.

"hey babe, come here for a second" steve says one day on his second tour since the two started dating as eddie brushes his teeth in the hotel suite bathroom. he pads out with bare feet on hardwood floors and finds steve standing next to the full-body mirror examining his bare torso with far more attention than he's ever paid it before.

"... what are you doing?" eddie questions with minty-fresh breath as he comes to stand behind his boyfriend with a chin over his shoulder. he scans over steve in the mirror from his cheeky grin down to the moles dotting his chest down to his ribs where there's-

"oh," his eyes grow wide, steve's hands grab his to pull them around his stomach and press his back to eddie's chest. "that's..."

to the naked eye, it's just a few bats. it's small enough to be hidden away under shirts and polyester, easy enough to explain away to prying eyes. but eddie knows what it really is. he thinks back to the night he first played him the bare bones of "bat out of hell", the song he wrote during his roughest time that wouldn't go anywhere other than his notebook. but now he see's it on steve's skin, etched into him like a stark reminder of him and them and the love that courses in their veins alongside the ink that was purposefully chosen.

eddie presses a lingering kiss onto steve's cheek, eyes closed as he breathes in the air that surrounds the love of his life and thinks about how lucky he was that he was on shift the night of steve's first show in indianapolis.

"figured you have enough pieces of me, i wanted to have a piece of you, too."

[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.

[suiheisen]

studio trigger understood the assignment. i would let her wreck me.

[stil-lindigo]

mumbattan's one and only pavitr prabhakar!!

prints

[kithj]

good games i've played on itchio lately:

please tell me you love me - chat with your guild members for the last time before the game's servers are shut down

GIRLKILLER (covet) - there is a girl who looks like you, and today you're going to kill her

cover me in leaves - stuck in your small hometown, you get your first tattoo. and then a few more, and more, and more

don't rock the boat - play through the different perspectives of a women's crew team as they are stalked by something in the water

GUTLESS - you are the captain of a deep sea vessel. your mission doesn't go well

so, about last night... - you wake up sick and weirdly hungry after hooking up with someone at a party. you spend the next night trying to find her.

close the window, my love - short bitsy poem about closing the window. sound on! this creator has a lot of short bitsy works i recommend.

there is a beautiful star - just a short, cute side scroller. lots of short, lighthearted games from them, definitely recommend for a mood booster.

[dragonstoned]

she is so unspeakably lovely.

hello little monster, now bound to my soul. do not worry or be afraid. of course i will cradle you with gentle hands

[azuneekun]

MY EGG ???????????????????????????

[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather previous / next

[enderscribbles]

Dunmeshi request, Chilchuck and Marcille interacting? 🥺 Or standing next to each other that works too. Could be hugging, or sharing a meal/food, or…

Got a bit out of hand with the prompt XD I ended up doing a scene inspired by this fic! Based on that time Marcille Izutsumi and Chilchuck were sharing a bed in chapter 47. It felt very memorable so I tried to recreate it but I kind of went offscript because I was basing it on my recollection of the fic lmao

^Obsessed with this guy and how he lets Izutsumi use him like a hot water bottle bc it's comfier.

I think he'd hardly ever act this soft + tolerant of physical affection unless it's situations like this: When the others are too sleepy to remember it LOL

[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

[skyartworkzzz]

Like The Other Ones

HI YES IM FINALLY DONE HOLY SHIT

OKAY SO this was based off on my own gameplay of COTL, I noticed that everytime Id put food orders in, Narinder would usually be the one to prepare them And honestly? We love a malewife in this house so I dig that for him, ma guy is a skilled cook <3

As I wrote down the dialogue, it just got deeper than I expected SO HERE YALL GO WITH A FULL ASS COMIC ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP, ENJOY!!!!

This shit took me weeks Ill go recharge my soul now brb-

[mokeonn]

I am trying to decide what I want to draw today so I think I'm gonna make the Mane 6 in the sims and see where it goes from there

[improvapocalyps]

You have 90 minutes to complete. (original poem: r.a.)

In participation of the MCYT Recursive Exchange 2024 hosted by @mcytrecursive!

Inspired by know that all my love will be your breath (i will save you when your lights go out)

[text under cut]

1. Have you ever been in love? (Please circle your answer.) a. It's me and him b. Our hearts beat in sync c. Our lives intertwined

2. Do you understand what you’ve done? (Please circle your answer.) a. I couldn't do anything b. I lost my balance c. I doomed us both

3. It's been god knows how long since you felt phantom hands on your neck and there is no one in sight. If you were soul-bound to him and both of you died at the same time then why are you still waiting in the void? Please answer clearly, in full sentences. (Not a correct answer：I just wanted to see him one more time).

4. Define two (2)： Fate | The feeling of his forehead against yours Curse | The moment you realise he isn't linked to you anymore

5. True or False： i. It was your fault. ii. You wish you had met him under different circumstances. iii. You can’t regret a single moment that you had him. iv. You would do it all over again if you could. v. It ended long before either of you said anything.

thumbnails:

sketch cover thing for imgur link:

[egophiliac]

so excited for Kalim to save the day by swiper-no-swiping this dip. you can do it! I believe in you!

god I hope this reads properly

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

An unbothered queen has entered, and subsequently left.

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[anastacialy]

guys, i think the hermits are going to accidentally start a prank war again. because just like last time, a game of telephone has begun. first, false made iskall's build into ''false beans,'' her shop from the previous season. however, to give herself plausible deniability, she signs it with "love, Joel. x" due to his username, smallishbeans.

next, iskall sees this, and completely believes it. he thinks it was joel who pranked him, and as he says to pearl while showing off the sign, which he kept even after tearing the prank down, "joel gave me a kiss." in his most recent video, he pranks joel by sending him loads of anonymous messages in order to completely spam and fill his inbox, preventing him from getting any more mail, with notes such as "thinking about you. x"

of course, joel is going to have absolutely no context for this, because he didn't make the initial prank. so who is joel going to assume sent him all those messages while he was away on holiday? well, i have a guess.

etho.