#i hope they like this one

[tunastime]

i spun a wheel to decide what to request and it gave me 5 so

5 and renthubs?

-your most favorite fluff writer ever/silly

5. Sickly / Sweet (x) (983 words)

Etho flips an egg. It's. It's not working. It's not. It's not the eggs fault that it won't cook right or the pan's fault that it won't cook even or the carton's fault for having three eggs that refuse to cook right. But he can't. The egg is too hard. There's a short breath caught in Etho's chest. He’s not. He’s not frustrated with this. It’s fine. So he puts the egg on another plate. And he cracks another one. There are three eggs on the plate. Bdubs will eat them. Ren will not, but he will be glad they’re made for Bdubs. It’s fine.

He burns his egg.

It sticks to the bottom of the pan and he stands there with the burner off, staring into the charred edges of the egg too cooked and singed. He takes a long breath. He does, he really tries. And then he starts scraping.

He scrapes at the pan to get the egg off. It unsticks but the charcoal is going to ruin the taste so he keeps scraping it. He stands there and he scrapes and he lets his brain fog over and just stands there.

“Etho, hey, good morning, love.”

Etho looks over, but he realizes his mouth is still in a fine line. He doesn’t try to fix it. He turns back to the pan. His mind loops the situation, the steps.

“Etho...hey,” and Ren’s voice gets very soft. Not. Not demeaningly soft. Just, collected. It’s a voice he uses sometimes with him and it mutes every other sound. It quiets them. He hears Ren step over, somewhere in his periphery, the known shape of him. 

“It’s okay,” Etho says in a voice not all there. Ren very slowly puts his hand over his, lets Etho decide whether or not he’s going to pull away from him. He doesn’t. Ren takes his hand between both his own, squeezes ever so. 

Ren doesn’t say anything else. There’s enough in the hands around his own that Etho can make his own sentences. It says something like let me, something like it isn’t worth the strain. So Etho lifts his hand from the handle of the pan, and Ren’s hand drifts to his elbow, still gentle, still holding. When he steps back, Ren keeps him at his side, and Etho stays to rest his chin on Ren’s shoulder. 

“What’s happening?” Ren asks as he wipes the pan out. Etho sighs. His inflection is enough that the question he’s really asking is something else.

“Dunno,” Etho says, pressing his cheek against his shoulder. Ren’s tail swishes, thwapping him in the leg when he does that. He smiles.

“One or two?” he asks.

“One is fine.”

Ren’s hand drifts to the carton. Etho shuts his eyes.

“Promise?” Ren asks. 

“Yeah,” Etho says. He fusses with the hem of Ren’s shirt. “I’ll be okay to eat lunch.”

Ren nods, something he feels more than sees. He feels him kiss the top of his head, just so, before he listens to the sound of egg frying in the pan.

“Hey you two.”

If Etho were to crane his neck around, he might be able to see Bdubs pause in the doorway before he enters. He instead catches a glimpse of him as he rounds his shoulder. He reaches out and Bdubs catches his hand, pausing by his side.

“Hiya, Dubs,” he says, cracking one eye open. Bdubs squeezes his hand.

“You alright, sweetheart?”

Etho shrugs halfheartedly.

“‘M okay.”

“You sure?” Bdubs raises his eyebrows. Etho shuts his eyes again, shrugging, goes to speak, floundering, mouth opening and closing. The answer is no. But Bdubs finishes: “Nah, don’t...don’t say anything, it’s alright. I getcha.”

Bdubs skirts past him, letting his hand go.

“Eggs, love?” Ren asks Bdubs.

“Hm?” Bdubs hums. Etho watches him look over at the plate on the other side of the stove. Bdubs nods. “Sure, sure, I’ll have the leftover ones. I’m just gonna put the kettle on and hop up here.”

“Careful,” Etho says, reaching his hand back out again. Bdubs takes it, bending to kiss his knuckles. He lets Etho let go first.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m always careful,” Bdubs smiles. He sets the kettle on the burner before he hops up onto the counter. Etho sighs, shifting to press his forehead to Ren’s shoulder. The world hurts him a little less, now. Water bubbles in the kettle. It drowns out the sound of the cicadas outside.

“You guys are too sweet to me,” he mumbles into Ren’s shirt.

“Too sweet?” Bdubs laughs a little. “Etho, we’re doing the bare minimum.”

Etho sighs, trying not to sound pathetic. “I know, I just...” He scrunches his face, still buried for the most part against Ren’s shoulder blade. He feels Ren laugh. Thwap. His tail wags. (If he were to look up and over his shoulder right now, he would see Ren plating an egg that’s just over easy enough. And toast, too). Ren says:

“I saw you were getting frustrated,” and shrugs a little. “It’s my job to help.”

Etho huffs.

“Not necessarily,” he says, unsticking himself from Ren’s shoulder. He rests his chin there instead. Bdubs reaches out, poking his hip with his foot.

 “Mm, no,” Bdubs says. “I’m sure it’s in the job description.”

Etho groans, worming away as Bdubs tries unsuccessfully to poke him again. He narrowly evades Ren’s grab at his hip and manages to flounder his way to the kitchen table. Bdubs does grab him at some point, throwing his arms around his ribs and pressing his cheek to his back. He squirms, he really does, but then Ren’s scooping him up in his arms too and he’s being crushed between them. He sighs. He’s an Etho sandwich. His chest feels full to bursting. It’s not a cure-all, but it certainly feels good.

Etho smiles.

“You guys are the worst.”

[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.

[youthofpandas]

What’s up with how the dunmeshi fandom just lies about this kind of stuff all the time. It is easily confirmable information that it was a monthly series, something incredibly common in the industry.

A not weekly magazine schedule is literally common !! Especially in the seinen shoujo and josei demographics, sometimes monthly, sometimes biweekly, sometimes every two months, sometimes seasonal! Please stop lying about how Dunmeshi was some special unique creation that defies all standards of manga just to hype it up because it is so clear that every single one of these comparisons is centered around Weekly Shonen Jump (and understand that SJ has many magazines under its brand that are monthly or semimonthly). Not everything is WSJ and it needs to stop being the only point of reference in conversations like this 🤧

[daftmooncretin]

spock’s room decor is actually fucking bonkers. The weapons??? the big red velvet curtain??? like ok phantom of the opera go crazy.

for reference jim’s room has some photos and a plant so we can surmise this is uniquely a spock being a dramatic weirdo thing

[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.

[corviiids]

my top bit of advice going into the new year: compliment people. especially strangers. literally everyone you interact with if you can. when you buy coffee in the morning compliment the barista's tattoos. when you're chatting with a coworker tell them that by the way you like their outfit. always find something they've chosen to do on purpose. nail polish, jewellery, tattoos, hair colour/style, statement accessory, outfit, etc are all good bets. things people hope will be noticed. things that aren't too personal so it doesn't make them uncomfortable (eg probably not their physical features). i've gotten into the habit of scanning everyone i talk to for something about them that i think is cool so i can tell them. it's a great habit because it makes me notice people and realise just how many neat little details there are in people's presentation of themselves that might pass me by if i wasn't paying attention. and it brings out so much joy. you'd be surprised how much it disarms people to receive an unexpected compliment from someone they don't know. it is the most sincere smile you will see all day long. it feels nice to make people happy but it also means you win the social interaction. establish dominance by complimenting a stranger's earrings and disappearing into the fog

[mintytrifecta]

[image description: the bugs bunny in a tuxedo "I wish all a very pleasant evening" meme edited to say "I wish all of my Jewish followers a very pleasant passover". Next to bugs is a photo of a small stack of matzo and the cup of Elijah. ]

[everchased]

can someone please get these hoes under control i'm BUSY

[iscariotapologist]

today in church one of the priests referred to trans people as "those who are growing into the gender they were called to be" and i'm kind of enjoying the idea of like....divinely ordained top surgery

[chloesimaginationthings]

I can’t believe FNAF movie Mike never got paid

[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 ????????

[bloggingboutburgers]

Quick reminder since apparently it bears reminding in both directions: if bigoted people, closed-minded people overall, or your own internalized insecurities misinterpret a queer person’s message in a way that hurts/endangers you, yeah, it sucks, but it’s not the fault of the queer person in question, nor should it be a reason for them to silence themselves. They’re probably as hurt/pissed as you are that someone misinterpreted and misused their message to do harm.

Of course sadly there’ll still be queer people that actually DO mean harm and dismissal to other queer people – I ain’t speaking for those and it’s not the best way to ensure their and others’ wellbeing imo. I’m just saying – not all people will be like that. That’s what I want to believe. So hopefully let’s not put everyone in the same bag, keep supporting each other, WHILE allowing each other to advocate for our own visibility, without having to self-erase or self-censor to accomodate to what haters might say.

It’ll be tougher this way, maybe, because humans seem to like to draw extreme conclusions very quick, but I don’t believe there’s any better way for us all to be alright and stay alright on the long run.

[dapper-lil-arts]

Last one I swear... Unless?

[zaahvi]

GLORY TO THE RISEN GODS

[ruporas]

your love returns in tragedy (ID in alt)

[weaselmcdiesel]

i was being so so so real when i said id make more katnep comics