#i hope you like it.

[joethehoeee]

I finally tried my luck with Trollhunter!Barbara.

Here is the result:

Obviously without Text again:

Context:

It's the battle of the bridge. Barbara wants to end this fight against Bular, once and for all. However she is not only buisy with helping Blinky (who got caught), fighting off Bular and trying to prevent to open the bridge, but she is also buisy with thinking about Jim. Jim, who stands on stage to perform as Romeo. Her boy, her everything. It might seems unimportant in a literal war but she can't stop to think about his disapointment...how hurt he will be if she dosen't show up. However...she can't just leave Blinky and the other...(I mean, technically she could but-)

As she tries to fight back her enemys (as well as her toughts), a familiar figure appears behind her. With one quick and smooth movement, he managed to not only disarm her but also to smash her down onto the floor. Her sword bore into the dark floor of the museum. Her head spins for a second as she hit the floor, her vision is blurry for a few blinks, but even through the cracks of her glasses, she can see him.

His heavy foot pressed one of her arms onto the floor as he kneeled down to hover above her. She grabbed his ankle trying to free herself but he is heavy, too heavy for her. She squirms as he pinned her harder. Her calls for daylight, her sword, didn’t work. But...did she wanted it to work? It was still Walt-. No. It wasn’t. It was Stricklander, the changeling, the...Impure. A Monster.

He hovered above her, doing nothing but looking down at her, cold almost emotionless. But...this couldn’t be it. Everything they shared, everything they did...everything they went through. Something must have been real...even if it was just one tiny thing. She spoke his name, not his troll name...the name that she had used for him...with a shaky voice "please...Walt." Her eyes are close to tears and for a very brief moment she thought that his expression changed, that she could see some tears in his eyes too... whatever she thought that she saw, it was gone. His cold expression returned.

"You won’t 'save' me Bar-...", he stopped for a second, "...Trollhunter...no matter how hard you try. So why do you even try at all?" His cold words made the tears roll down her cheek. "...Because I believe that you want to change, Walt. I know that you can change...so please...let me help you..." She was pleading but he gave out a bitter chuckle. "You can't even help yourself." His claws grabbed the wrist of her free hand to pin it down, while his other leg pinned her legs. (Under other circumstances she might even would've enjoyed it-) His gaze changed to a disapointed and...scared?...look "I want to trust you...but-" His eyes close and he looked away before returning with a dark and cold expression. "This war will end. Here. Now..." He held her down while he used his free claw to grab the amulet on her chest. "Walt...please....for the sake of the world...." his grip tightened and he starts to pull wich gave her a hurtful sting in her chest. "...for your students...Toby, Claire....Jim..." He hesitated, just for a second before pulling harder with a growl. "...for me..." He stopped, just looking at the glowing amulet that was attached to her amor. "Please..." His mouth opened and closed again as if he wasn’t sure if he should say something.

"Useless Impure!" The dark prince, known as Bular, gabbed the Changelings neck to throw him against the wall. The wall cracked as the changeling hit it, his body fell limb onto the floor. Barbara couldn’t even react as the dark troll grabbed her. "I knew that the Impure couldn’t even follow one simple task. He will pay for that but first...we will let you pay." With that he ripped the amulet from her body and the amor vanished. Bular stepped onto the bridge, pinning Barbara’s head down onto the edge as he placed the amulet on it's place. "My father will enjoy smashing this small head of your's. Now watch your failure, human. Watch how pathetically you lose." She wanted to scream, she wanted to free herself but all she could do was watch. Blood runs down her forehead and her glasses are almost completely destroyed, yet she could see him...

'...s-sorry...' Stricklander mouthed as he tried to get up. Their gaze met in one last glance as the amulet burned blue and opened the bridge...

...

Well anways-

A lighter Version so you can see it better-

(I know...bad background-)

Aaaaaand closeup of both versions:

[gumballrightfoots]

Date Night petty fight

2022 winter gift exchange !!!! this gift is for the lovely

@romirola ( i have more but… writersblock)

am

i one day late? … yes.

shouts out to @the-sugar-crash for hosting and setting all this out amazing job and amazing stories and sending out ahit for me

ans im pretty sure @annahhopee requested me to do can’t remember but stil this was fun

credits to @glitchedvariety for giving me outfit ideas and being my fanfic team

It was their anniversary night

Sweetheart was busy getting ready in the bathroom while Milo stood in the room him, and his mate shared standing in front of the mirror checking himself out deciding on what tie to wear. He huffed at not being able to decide between the gold or black tie. Giving up slightly he turned back to the bed. “Jesus fucking Christ!” he jumped back bumping into the mirror a bit to the sudden appearance of his little man sitting on the foot of the bed observing him. After getting his heart rate back down from the sudden surprise he huffed a laugh, “What is it with you and Sweetheart tryna scare the living shit out of me” Milo said with playfully narrowing his eyes at Aggro.

 In return Aggro gave a sassy meow with what could only be a cat eye roll. Milo gave an offended look and a gasp with a hand going over his chest “Don’t give me that sass i am your father” milo said pointing his finger at his furry little “son”. Aggro yet again gave another sassy meow now rolling he full head to look away from Milo licking his paw. Milo looked shocked and betrayed, “You!” before milo could go on with going back and forth with Aggro he was interrupted by the sound of his mate's voice, God how he loved that voice.

 “Milo? are you fighting Aggro?” he heard his mate questioned he could basically hear the utter confusion but amusement in their voice. He turned to face them “Yea he was givin me sass just like you-” Milo was once again cut off with the sight of his mate. They were breath taking, everything single thing about them. He looked them up and down from their face with the cute little confused expression with a little smile.

To their neck that he’s kissed, marked, and massaged. Then to their hands ones he held, ones he squeezed, ones he’d put a ring on. For the time being there's a promise ring in the place on where their wedding ring is going to go. He noticed they were fidgeting with it while they leaned against the door.

“Milo?”

He heard them say again falling from his lovesick daze with them moving closer to him. “Hm? oh! yea i was fighting him, he was givin me sass “ milo said smiling with sweetheart closer to him standing infront of him. Sweetheart laughed to themselves before wrapping their arms around milo’s neck, “ he learned from the best” they joked looking down at him .They both laugh a bit looking at each other, admiring each other

“ you look so fuckin incredible sweetheart “ milo spoke raising their hand to kiss it lookin at them with awe

They loved it when he kisses their hand

“ You too, you dont clean up to bad shorty”

..

…

“alright listen here you piece of shit”

Sweetheart almost busted out laughing with his reaction it was always the best. They got most of their enjoyment from messing with him

“ Im tryna be all sweet and endearin on our fuckin anniversary nigh and you just gotta make fun of my height. “ Milo fussed like he didn’t like every little “argument” about them making fun of him.

“ oh come onn you know i had to-“

“ you really didn’t”

“i said it with love hon”

“ sure you did “

Milo huffed and rolled his eyes annoyed while sweetheart just laughs , his reactions are always the best.

“ And another thing-“

Milo was cut off yet once again this time by sweetheart leaning down kissing him.

He melted into it , he knew it was a “ shut up and forgive me “ kiss, but he loved it none the less. He got a bit upset when sweetheart pulled away

“….”

“….”

“ you know im still not lettin that slide right”

“ what!? i did the shut up and forgive me kiss and everythinggggggg come onnn” sweetheart whined head falling back.

“ how bout not makin fun of me in the first place you ass im not that damn short”

“ sure you arent shorty”

“ you-“

“ shhhhhhhh shh hush hush hushhhh we have reservation don’t we ? we should probably get going right”

milo took out his phone , they did have to leave if they wanted to make it . Milo groaned he could already sense the shitty eating grin Sweetheart had on their face when they knew they got out of this. He didn’t even have to admit defeat they already knew.

“ Exactly nowww let get goin shall we ? “ Sweetheart said with pride in their voice for winning this, picking up one of the ties and fitting it around him.

He rolled his eyes , he waited for sweetheart to finish with his tie before stepping back and gesturing towards the door

“ After you investigator” milo said smiling looking up at them they smiled back at him and kissed him one last time before walking out of the room

“ Thank you shorty”

He cursed them in his head but he’ll let it slide… this time .

[shireentheunburnt]

Deserting a ‘King’

For now, the weather had eased. No doubt its cruelty would resume eventually- it was winter, after all- but it was as kind as it seemed to get.for the time being. Not that it really made much of an impression on the princess as she was held upon a horse by one of her father’s... by one of her men. A man, as well as the others riding alongside them, who had deserted Stannis on her behalf. They had not stepped in for myriad reasons when she had been seized and bound to the stake, but had not truly abandoned her in the end. Her mother, too, sat upon a horse nearby as the party made its way back to Castle Black in as close to silence as such a large group could...

It distantly dawned on her that her father would die. Half his army and all his sellswords had stolen away under cover of darkness after his attempted... sacrifice? Murder? of her that they had been forced to bear witness to had failed. Like the slight change in the weather, however, the thought couldn’t seem to truly penetrate through the fog that had settled around her heart and mind since the dawn of the previous day.

It was all, simulataneuosly, too much and not enough.

Her thoughts, broken and distant as they were, were further stalled when she caught sight of a lone traveller on the road before them. They couldn’t just leave him there... Between the winter and the war that would be taking place at their backs, the stranger was almost certain to perish... Tapping the knight’s hand to get him to stop, Shireen tried, but unfortunately failed, to summon something of a smile for the man they had come across.

“Hello, are you all right ser?”     

@thesoulbound 

[koobiie]

shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this

[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.

[spineless-lobster]

I am not the divine masculine or the divine feminine I am the divine comedy and you will address me as such

[badolmen]

WARNING 18+

19

[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!

[hansoeii]

[snarkspawn]

based ofc on this

[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

[stil-lindigo]

frankly, the people whose kneejerk reaction to bisan asking for a global strike form the 21st-28th is to say that it takes years to organize a general strike are really unhelpful! no one is saying otherwise, but palestine will be a smoking crater if we all wait for years to do anything - bisan is asking us to do something now. Like are we only supposed to do something if we can do it perfectly??? At some point it’s a valid critique about the work that goes into social movement, and at another point I feel like some people are just trying to absolve themselves from not putting any effort into observing a week of economic inaction.

like idk! I get it, okay! People have bills to pay that don’t magically go away for a strike, we don’t have nearly enough social infrastructure in place to support people to fully stop going to work for a week. But fuck, dude! Stop immediately responding in such a defeatist way! Cut out unnecessary purchases! Try to shop local! Put more effort into promoting Palestinian voices online! Attend a protest, call a local rep, do something!

[ruporas]

dragon meat, you, and me

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

I just wanna say bc I KNOW you're somewhere on tumblr, to the teenage girl who attended Take Your Kid To Work Day at an office building in Ontario, Canada circa 2013 and had a conversation with a middle aged woman in which you showed her your Black Veil Brides fanart and fanfics and ship content and told her about different fanfic tropes including a/b/o verse bc she happened to know who Panic! at The Disco and Fallout Boy were and thus you felt the need to show her your bandblr ship art, that was my fucking mother and I had to clarify all that to her including looking my mother in the eye and trying to explain a/b/o verse without sounding like a lunatic.

It's been 10 years and I still regularly sent evil energies in your direction. Since you'd be probably two years younger than me and thus legally an adult now, please know if this post reaches you it's on sight.

[emberglowfox]

Keeper -- a short comic about an angel meeting a robotic lighthouse keeper that doesn't know the world has already ended. Made in about 18 hours for a 24-hour 24-page* black and white comic challenge (that I arrived late to, ha.)

*the actual submission does not include the cover, which was created after the fact for this post.

This was a really great learning experience as someone who's... never really made a completed comic. I ended up really attached to the story by the end of the project (possibly due to all-nighter deliriousness lol) and ultimately am very proud of what I made.There are some things I'd still like to change, particularly text placement, but in keeping with the spirit of the challenge I've elected to leave it as is.