#deniall

[cosmicalart]

Despite many issues along the way (my program nearly crashed, froze several times, things died, I forgot how to draw faces, and things wouldn't save) but it is finally finished just in time to submit for COARTREMIX. Post AWTWB hangout at the pub with Simon, Baz, Penny, Shep, Dev (in the red in black), and Niall (in the vest).

(P.s. don't ask why Simon ended up hidden behind Penny cause it just ended up like that lol)

[artsyunderstudy]

"I’m enjoying myself more than I expected. I don’t think I’ve ever spent time with this many queer people at once—only Agatha, really—and it’s strangely familiar. Not quite a sappy ‘coming home’ feeling… more a blanket sensation of safety. Because we already have this one thing in common."

The Gay Bar by @scone-lover

Carry on Countdown | Day Nine: Pride

This year I decided I wanted to honor the incredibly talented fic writers of this fandom, so I chose one fic per prompt to do an illustration for. I didn’t double up on authors so that I could do this for as many people as possible. I realized while planning this that there are way too many fics and authors that I love, and even after having picked 30 of what I consider some of my very favorites, I could have easily kept going. Please check the fics out if you haven’t, they all come highly recommended.

[bookish-bogwitch]

Hey all! I hope you aren't feeling to much post-holiday drop in the wake of EGF and Baz's birthday. Remember you can keep the spirit of erotic groping alive in your hearts all the year round.

I've been working hard on chapter 9 of Basil Pitch's Diary, which feels like the part where the rubber meets the road emotionally. It's satisfying and I like it, and it's also hard going. I might have to slow down the already slow posting schedule, which chagrins me, but oh well.

Meanwhile here are some sentences from chapter 5, which is maybe my favorite chapter so far. I'm excited to share it with you guys on Saturday.

Baz, Dev and Niall are getting ready for a school dance:

Behind me, visible in the mirror where I was fixing my hair, Niall coaxed Dev’s tie into a neat batwing. “There, it’s—hey!” Dev, laughing, had pulled Niall’s own tie loose for at least the fourth time.  Niall pouted. “Now I have to do it again.” “Let me,” said Dev. In the mirror over my shoulder I saw Dev’s hands move at Niall’s throat with a sureness that would be surprising if you didn’t know he was a Pitch to the manner born. Niall didn’t take his eyes off Dev’s face. “There,” said Dev, fingers lingering on Niall’s collar. “Thanks,” said Niall, and yanked it loose again.  They dissolved into giggles and I resisted the urge to bang my head against the mirror.

Thank you for the tags, @thewholelemon, @hushed-chorus, @cutestkilla, @emeryhall, @forabeatofadrum, @artsyunderstudy, @facewithoutheart, and @run-for-chamo-miles. I'm excited to catch up with your WIPpets. I'll tag in @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @fatalfangirl, @moodandmist, @ileadacharmedlife, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @whogaveyoupermission, @whatevertheweather, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @namistrella, @ic3-que3n, @theearlgreymage, @brilla-brilla-estrellita, @youarenevertooold, @iamamythologicalcreature, @goblindad-emoshit, @dragoneggos, @ebbpettier, @fight-surrender, @hertragedyconnoisseur, @j-nipper-95, @larkral, @nightimedreamersworld, @onepintobean, @pipsqueakparker, @rimeswithpurple, @twokisses, @valeffelees, @yellobb, @yeonjunenby.

[valeffelees]

i didn't think i was going to make a post today, i've been under the weather for a while now 🌧️ and haven't really been making any substantial progress on anything as a result. i've been drawing, mostly. and no shit, i don't think i've spent this much time on my tablet since i was... fuck, sixteen? wild times.

but i dunno, i guess i just missed hanging out and wanted to share a bit of a WIP i talked about very briefly once before in a SSS (🐍) post, an alterous Dev/Niall (and pre-slash Simon/Baz) fanfic with the working title Niall vs the Amatonormative Agenda. i really like this fanfic. it started out as a runaway document where i could shove words when they didn't have anywhere else to go, and slowly turned into a canon compliant coming of age character study that follows Niall's POV exclusively from the Crucible ceremony to the Leavers ball. it's focused entirely on his life, his complicated relationship with Dev, and his friendship with Baz. i dunno if i'll ever post it in its entirety, but it is very near and dear to my heart these days.

[...] with thick, black hair combed around a sharp widow’s peak and droopy, down-turned eyes like a coonhound. He’s panting hard, his whole body heaving as he slumps down into the grass and tries to catch his breath, pressing his shoulders back against one of the beams supporting the underside of the stands. An ivory wand with a leather handle still too-big for his growing hands is clutched in his left fist. “Um,” Niall says. “Shut up!” The boy bares his teeth at him, scowling viciously. “Shut up or I’ll make you shut up, I’ll spell your tongue off!” “Baz!” Niall twists around and peeks through the gaps beneath the benches. Simon Snow is storming across the football pitch, flushed crimson and ripping at the fluffy inch of hair that peeks out below the brim of his boater, sparking along his forearms like a loose wire and steaming with so much magic that Niall starts all but going cross-eyed from it, he can feel it in his throat, acrid and sticky. He cups his palm over his mouth. “Baz!” Simon Snow shouts again, whipping around, his eyes cutting across the Wavering Wood’s gloomy treeline. Ceridwen, he looks like he’s gone mental. (And kind of like he’s about to cry.) “Give it back!” He spins, searching. He doesn’t find them. A noise like the growl of a small, rabid animal pinches from his narrow chest, and then he’s off. Sprinting in the direction of the drawbridge. Niall turns back around. “Baz Pitch?” “Grimm-Pitch,” Baz replies tersely. “You’re Dev’s cousin.” He blinks. “That’s correct.” “I’m their roommate.” Baz looks barely old enough to be at Watford, honestly. He still has one of those squished up little kid faces. His cheeks are puffy and round, his brow is shallow, his chin is short and flat. But he has a tall, straight nose like an adult, so he’s probably going to have a growth spurt sooner rather than later. Drop a layer of baby fat, shoot an inch and a half taller overnight. That’s how it went for Niall, at least. But then again, he’s older than he should be for a first year, he’ll turn thirteen in January before the end of Christmas break. “What have you done to the Chosen One now?” Niall asks, shifting to uncross his legs and stretch them out, moving his Magic Words textbook to lay open on his thighs. Baz settles down next to him, drawing his skinny knees up right to his shoulders with his arms tucked into the space between, flipping his wand back and forth from one hand to the other. His expression is blank—the kind of calculated, intentional blank that children shouldn’t know how to do—but his gaze is keen, almost feral. “Nothing he doesn’t deserve.” “You’re creepy.” “Are you going to tattle on me?” “No,” he says, after what is probably too short a moment of consideration, “I don’t really care. I just want to finish my homework.” “Well, good.” Baz purses his lips, looking Niall up and down with a single quick, deliberate flick of his eyes. (Grey, like a clean riverbank.) “Otherwise I would’ve had to spell you Six ways to Sunday.” “You couldn’t.” “Could too.” “Could not.” “I’m a Pitch.” “You’re eleven.”

thank you very kindly for tagging me today @larkral, @blackberrysummerblog, and @rimeswithpurple, and thank you to everyone who has continued to tag me these last few Sundays and Wednesdays, too. i really do love seeing what y'all are working on. 🙂💕

i hope everyone has a good rest of their week.

remember to drink water, take your vitamins, and rest when you need to. ☀️

Tag, you're it! 🪄 @raenestee @hushed-chorus @thewholelemon @artsyunderstudy @captain-aralias @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @imagineacoolusername @ivelovedhimthroughworse @facewithoutheart @cutestkilla

[j-nipper-95]

Seven (but is it really) Sentence Sunday

Yes, I’ve given up with picking six sentences at the moment. No, I’m not sure if that will last, but we move! 

Thank you @aroace-genderfluid-sheep​ and @confused-bi-queer​ for the tags today!

I’m back with more from my COTTA 2023 piece, and this is the most ‘pantser’ story I’ve every written. We’re just going with pure vibes, baby (and the plot of The Road to El Dorado, but details!). I’m writing during Camp NaNoWriMo, and yet again, NaNo continues to show me just how much I can actually write if I put my mind to it. 12,500 was my word count goal for the whole of July ... and I’m already at 7,683!

So, without further ado, have a bit of Dev and Baz being absolute nightmares and embarrassing the shit out of Niall.

“What the hell happened to you out there today?” my cousin asks, giving me that patented Pitch eyebrow raise.

“Rope burn,” I say. I don’t mutter it, I certainly don’t mumble. I just don’t say it as loudly or clearly as I could have.

“You and Snow getting into the kinky shit now, are you?” Dev sneers, and Niall smacks him in the side.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” I say, turning my back on them. “Running out of ideas for the bedroom?”

“Baz!” I glance back to see Niall has turned a shocking shade of red. It’s nothing compared to when Snow works up to a bluster, but I’ll give Niall his dues, he’s pretty close.

“It’s the twentieth century, Niall. Don’t tell me you’re still embarrassed by the sight of an uncovered ankle. Something tells me you’ve seen far more of my cousin than that.”

With that, I leave Niall gasping and gaping like a fish, trying to formulate a comeback, and Dev eyeing him in a way that tells me he’s imagining more than just Niall’s ankles being uncovered. 

It’s double the promised ‘seven’ sentences this Sunday, but I couldn’t leave off half this conversation. Some of it just demanded that shred more context. but a shred is all you’re getting 👀🙈

Tagging: @artsyunderstudy @aristocratic-otter @palimpsessed @dragoneggos  @prettylightsbigcity  @stardustasincocaine @fatalfangirl @cutestkilla @ileadacharmedlife @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @ebbpettier @martsonmars @erzbethluna @hushed-chorus

[thehoneyedhufflepuff]

a post just for Them

[c0nsumemy5oul]

SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY

I actually did write something this week! By procrastinating on my upcoming exams. I worked a little on an old project of mine that I'm not sure I'll post or not, but I'll prolly make up my mind when I finish it.

This is Watford era, 7th year, a little ooc, but I'm trying to make it better.

Anyways, here's a little something from Baz's pov:

Baz sighed. “Something happened last night.” He explained vaguely.  Niall gasped, followed closely by Dev. “You didn’t!”  “He did!” Dev grinned. “Good on you, Basil! Finally getting laid!”  “No! That didn’t happen!” If Baz had any more blood, it would be rushing to his face. “We just talked!”  “Sure,” Dev winked at him.  “We all know what talking means.” Niall waggled his brows.  “Crowley,” Baz sank in his seat, “You lot are the worst.”  “You love us, really.” Dev nudged him. 

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Tagging anyone who wants to play too ^^

Have a happy Sunday! <3

[animentality]

[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.

[artsyunderstudy]

Après la Pluie, le Beau Temps

Rating: Mature

Words: ~4.5k

Chapters: 1/4

Summary:

When a brewing electromagnetic storm takes down communications, leaving the USS Redemption in chaos and Simon and Baz stranded on a freezing and desolate moon, everyone must confront their own communication breakdowns in order to survive.

For @raenestee

[hermemescabin]

Percy pre last Olympian: I don’t like Annabeth. We are FRIENDS. My feelings are FRIENDLY. Stop looking at me.

Percy post last Olympian: My beautiful, talented, wonderful girlfriend Annabeth. Light of my life, the sun rises and sets with her smile. My greatest accomplishment is being her boyfriend and I killed a titan once.

[valeffelees]

hello, happy Sunday.

funny thing: i started typing up this post earlier this morning when only one person had tagged me, and then ended up drafting and deleting it because it's quite warm today in my corner of Canada and the heat makes me terribly lethargic, i've done nothing today but slink around between patches of sunlight like a drowsy cat.

a happy round of hellos and thank-you-kindlys to @blackberrysummerblog @rimeswithpurple @artsyunderstudy and @aroace-genderfluid-sheep for tagging today. 🌇

i've finally managed to pull myself away from drawing and get back to editing W/oS, and in the meantime, altho i don't plan to focus on this fanfic much in June (i have another project i want to give my attention to), i wrote a bit more of wt: Niall vs the Amatonormative Agenda [1] [2] yesterday. my timeline is a bit mucky still, but this takes place sometime around late fifth year or early sixth year.

Dev’s eyes are pale yellow in the dark.  Niall watches the knot of their throat move when they swallow, rolling up the length of their neck and disappearing into the soft underside of their chin. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. Dev has a mouth like a paper crane. It folds around their teeth like it is made of a hundred tiny parts, the way it twists beneath their nose is a strange and lovely, complicated thing. “I don’t want you to be sorry,” they say, and they reach for him through his knees, and Niall opens his arms for them the way he always does, the way he knows he always will. He likes their weight on his stomach, the warmth of them. “Fuck, you’re such an asshole. I don’t want you to be sorry,” they say again, “I just—I want you to be okay.” “I am okay.” “You’re not.” “I’m sorry.” “Shut up.” “Dev?” They raise their head. “You’re my best friend,” Niall tells them. “You know that, don’t you?” Dev presses their nose into his cheek. “Yeah,” they say, and their voice is a careful murmur, a deep and quivering sound in their chest. “Yeah, Naya. I know.”

and since i'm sure everyone has already made their posts by now, please consider these tags a hello, how are you, and some well-wishes for the week to come. 🙂

Tag, you're it! 🪄 @cutestkilla @raenestee @hushed-chorus @thewholelemon @larkral @captain-aralias @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @imagineacoolusername @ivelovedhimthroughworse @facewithoutheart

[blanketforcas]

i think what saves me from a lot of discourse is that i'm simply Not Reading All That

[thehoneyedhufflepuff]

work in progress…thursday

thanks for tagging me yesterday @palimpsessed 💜

BTL is my forever WIP. it is no secret. so here’s some stuff I’ve been working on for that.

1. I started putting together a playlist specifically for episode 2 (aka chapter 21 onward) because the original playlist is so long & I was tired of skipping songs to find the vibes lol. So here’s that on amazon & spotify for anyone who wants to listen.

2. A drawing for chapter 21 that…needs some work LOL but you get the gist

3. A bit from each of the Fantastic Four from this awkward fish & chips scene I’m writing

Niall’s is short because it gives too much away 🤡

[strawberrydykke]

yes all my favorite characters are desperate to be loved. no i don’t think that says anything about me

[im-goodpup]

Humping

When I hump I feel so helpless and dumb, rolling my eyes back and hanging my tongue out, almost like a dog in heat (maybe I am). Humping so much that all of my thoughts leak out from my hole leaving me empty and mindless as I pant and moan like a pathetic slut.