#literal months

[ch3rie-pop]

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HEY HUN! (Oh gosh it’s been MONTHS since I’ve gotten this @.@“)

I’M SO SORRY I SHOULD HAVE RESPONDED SOONER

ANDKEODHEKFHWORNFIEHNDRKWHDNEKHDJEHWSDJEKDHEJSHDJEUSBJS

Whenever I make art for asks I tell myself I’m not gonna put that much effort into it but then I put that much effort into it.

It’s inevitable really, but well deserved at the same time.

I really like your oc! It’s very sweet and I like that you made a really silly jester despite having such a limited palette and tools, it’s incredible and I wanted to pay tribute to that because YES. (I did that by color dropping most of the colors I saw using the reference below 👇 It’s very lovely btw! 💕💕💕)

At the same time though I wanted to put a little spin on some stuff and I hope you don’t mind that too much!

[miniscule-meow]

From the ask game, 2 and 3 for Isabel and the lads?

COFFEH THIS HAS BEEN IN MY INBOX FOR MONTHS I AM SO SORRY 😭😭😭

Does your OC have any endearing qualities?

Zeke- I think something endearing about Zeke is that he's so observational. You mention that your favorite soda is root beer in passing, maybe next week he will bring you one. He memorizes coffee orders, he notices when you get a haircut. He sees, he takes note of things. I think that's really sweet.

Marcus- I don't know if this counts, but I can't stop thinking about it. Marcus ties his shoes weird! Like, instead of doing the bunny ears thing, he does this like "shoe tying hack" thing he saw in a video once, because he swears it's faster.

Isabell- Oh I think Isabell is just so genuinely sweet and caring. She's spent so much time alone, she just wants to spend time with people, doing cozy things with the presence of another next to her.

How does your OC react to affectionate gestures?

Zeke- a small smile. He gets really blushy but he tries really hard to hide it and play it cool.

Marcus- a big grin, a massive hug, and he'll almost certainly cry.

Isabell- she gets a little extra shy and blushy. She probably hunches her shoulders and fidgets with her hands. If it's a sweet enough gesture she might cry.

[burglarpirate]

[hoperays-song]

Dating? Never.

Meena: Are you dating Ryan?

Johnny: What? Fuck no, there's nothing going on between Ryan and me. Why would you think that?

Ryan: *walks by*

Johnny: Hey, love! *kisses his cheek* You're looking amazing as always!

Ryan: *kisses Johnny on the cheek, smiles, and walks away*

Meena:

Ash:

Johnny: Anyway, you guys are exaggerating. Stop seeing romance where there is none.

[kayfabebabe]

Only in Dreams

Kane’s mind can be a dangerous place, even when he’s asleep.  This chapter was born, simply, from the Human having a terrifying nightmare and spending hours watching comfort matches to settle again. 

Kane X Female Reader  WARNING - Angst. Nightmares. Comfort/Fluff. Everything in italics is happening in Kane’s dream. 

~ ~ ~ 

“Boys! Dinner’s ready!” 

Even in the farthest corner of the property, beyond the trees in the dried-up river bed, the boys could hear their Mother calling for them. It was barely dusk with the heat of the day easing into a cool night and shadows beginning to grow longer. Both of the brothers stalled, far too enraptured by a small lizard frantically scuttering over the rocks. They had spent the entirety of the day exploring the very edges of their family’s land in hopes of discovering a secret treasure for themselves. The only things that they found were a few old bottle caps, some interestingly shaped-rocks and patches of Pickleweed. 

“Mother will want us to wash up.” 

“One moment, Little Brother…” 

The taller of the boys speaks over his shoulder whilst slowly creeping towards the lizard. He was determined that he was going to catch, at least, one thing before heading home. As the youngest watched patiently, the trees seemed to inch closer and the sky darkened too quickly. 

No.

That wasn’t supposed to happen. The sweetened breeze of a Summer day was gone and the forest grew still around the smaller boy. Silent and suffocating. He turns to hurry the elder brother in his ridiculous venture, but he wasn’t there.  

“Brother?” 

The sharp ‘snap’ of a twig behind the boy catches his attention and, when he looks in that direction, any breath in his lungs is stolen. Men in long, white coats. They loom as tall as the trees, menacing spectres of a life that he is yet to live. Lost without the guiding hand of his older brother, the boy runs in hopes of distancing himself from the men. They followed. No matter how hard he pushed himself forward, the men were never far behind and they were slowly getting closer. 

“Brother!”

“Kane!” 

~ 

“Kane… Kane.”

Everything came back into sharp focus at once; starched covers bunched at his feet, the warm glow of a bedside lamp and gentle hands holding onto his shoulders. The corrupted memory fades into a distant echo and Kane can, finally, see you knelt in front of him. With your hair unkempt and oversized shirt threatening to fall from your leaner frame, you’re a true sight to behold. A refuge.

“You’re safe, Big Guy. I’ve got you…” 

Kane crumbles, hiding his face to the crook of your neck whilst his arms wind around your waist almost too tightly. Even hidden behind the mask, you knew his eyes were damp with tears and you could hear the harsh rasp of his breathing. Kane had, unfortunately, lost count of the number of his nightmares that you’d witnessed. They were so frequent that he was adamant that you’d grow frustrated with the aftermath of them and his constant need for comfort. But you never did. No level of exhaustion deterred you from staying awake until you were sure Kane was settled again. 

Minutes passed before Kane allowed the pair of you to lay down, clinging to your side as if you would slip through his fingers when he let go. The room was silent aside from the soft promises of safety that you whispered into the top of your boyfriend’s head. Your quiet words felt like a wave of cool water over burning embers. Soothing and relieving. All of the ghosts that relentlessly haunted Kane’s mind were gone. There were no longer men in white coats chasing after him and Kane knew - or, at least, he had some idea - where his older brother resided. 

For now, Kane could rest. 

~ ~ ~ 

[abbysbicepsss]

I’m going to the gym today and that is final 😡😡😡😡

[ur-not-reddie]

would anyone read a werewolf streddie au idea that i have cooking up in my brain?

[liyawritesss]

To the anon who sent in that request just now, I fucking love you but also stop reading my mind

[zoueriemandzijnopmars]

At the end of this month I’ll be subscribed to like 30 literary newsletters à la Dracula Daily and I will have forgotten about all but 3 and it’s so gonna hit me like a brick once they start pouring in

[vortex-deathrage]

Got snowed in. Evicted a worm from my brain that’s been gnawing away at my synapses for months.

[werebutch]

I’ve been avoiding nirvana for like way too long bc of some memories but I’m over it and normal again 😁👍👍👍👍

[hazard-and-friends]

the problem with giving dog training advice online (or anywhere, without seeing the dog or doing a 1-2-1 live chat) is that

the quick methods work with the vast majority of dogs, but backfire spectacularly with the remainder

the slow methods work with every single dog but they are so slow

[milkywayan]

it is half past 2am and i am wide awake, breaking my brain over the pattern of a dress from a painting made in 1490s swizerland

[elliesbelle]

emily gwen, the creator of the sunset lesbian flag that we’ve come to commonly use, still continues to live in poverty.

multi-billion dollar companies have used their design and made profit from it, and yet they have not seen a cent for their creation.

i’ve been friends with emily for years, and i have not once seen them be financially stable the entire time. i’ve seen them homeless, unemployed, starving. right now, they need our help more than ever.

please consider donating to emily’s ko-fi, especially if you’ve used their design to create something and profited from it.

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

god i love my friends. shout out to people who love their friends. this is a post for friend lovers

[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.