#no one actually dies

[italiansteebie]

steve had thought he'd die alone.

somewhere cold, dark, maybe surrounded the beeping of hospital equipment.

death was something he thought of often, even as a child, he dreamed of death, being warm, surrounded by those he loved, drifting off to a world more peaceful than this one.

but as he grew, he realized, you'd need a family to die, surrounded by love. and after the parties, after everyone left, mausoleum feeling colder and emptier than it had before, he knew love wasn't something he'd come by easily.

he thought he'd found it with nancy, but he hadn't. not really. and dustin loved him, but not in the way he yearned for. dustin had a mother who cared for him, he didn't need someone like steve to fill the gaps. he had love provided.

and something close, inches away, from love sprouted with robin, and maybe it wasn't the type of love he thought he wanted, it was the type of love he needed.

and so he made a family.

a family he thought he could die surrounded by.

and somehow eddie munson weaseled his way into it.

but he wasn't allowed to die, nope. not here, not now. steve wasn't going to let him, because if he died, the he fucks dustin up, and if dustin is fucked up, steve wouldn't be able to die comfortably.

so eddie doesn't get to die.

-

and eddie doesn't die.

and he's added to steve little family.

and suddenly, steve isn't looking forward to death. he doesn't reminisce about it, he doesn't imagine how it'll happen. because with eddie, he just wants to think about the here and now.

he wants to spend as much time with eddie and his makeshift little family as whatever created exists will let him.

[xviruserrorx]

Title: "When We All Fall Asleep"

In which Virus is sick so I'm posting this fic I completely forgot to post for @merlinmicrofic and the last prompt for this round which is Awake I Feel so accomplished finishing all three on time (at least it's on time in my timezone) and im a bit delirious but hey! Never a dull time to upload fic! Enjoy!

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Fandom: BBC Merlin

Prompt(s): Awake

Relationship(s): Mordred & Merlin

Character(s): Mordred, Merlin

Important Tag(s): Hurt Mordred, Hurt no comfort, Angst, Brought Back From Death

Rating: Teen & Up

Warning(s): Suicidal Ideations, Near Character Death

Word Count: 500

He swallowed, trying to wet his throat. “Why?” “Why, what?” “You brought me back.” He shifted, wincing at the pain. “I can feel it.” Merlin pulled away. “You know why I did it.” Or Near death and welcoming it, Mordred finds himself being pulled away with only Merlin to blame.

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It was an indescribable feeling. Pain—the immense pain that came from a blade being plunged through his chainmail and doublet. Somehow it had been made worse when Mordred had looked down and found his own blade through him.

He could only remember the remnants of voices around him that blended together as did every second of the memory. His hand clutching around his sword, the way his voice faltered as his chest ached, the battle that continued around him, the shout for his name that could have been anything else. All until he had collapsed into darkness.

That wasn't the indescribable part though. 

It was the way he could feel it all as it dissolved. Not to nothing, but to something tolerable. 

It was warm. That light hum in his ears as they no longer worked to process everyone's voices. His chest no longer fit to ache with every breath for there was no breath to struggle against. It was the illusion of peace before that—the same darkness they all talked of without really knowing it.

But not really knowing perhaps was less worse than to know and be ripped away. 

The pain, It was back. His chest ached again. That hum—that warmth. It was cold…

He could feel where death had been yanked out of him. The hole it left, as if he were so desirable to some sort of parasite.

He felt the first breath he was aware of, along with the heaviness of his eyelids that made him want to cry. There was a soft surface beneath him and something made of cloth laid on top of him. He forced another breath upon himself.

The brightness; dizzying, before he allowed his eyes to focus as he looked around.

Camelot. The physician's chambers. More importantly Merlin was sat across the room. Sleeves pushed up to his forearms and rag in hand as he cleaned the table.

“Why?” His voice came out forced, his throat dry and working against him.

Merlin turned his head. Something of surprise and yet he was still pleased. “You're awake.” He tossed the rag and walked over to him.

He swallowed, trying to wet his throat. “Why?”

Merlin grabbed the cup on the table closest to Mordred. “Why, what?”

“You brought me back.” He shifted, wincing at the pain. “I can feel it.” He wanted to scream.

He sat, put his hand behind his head and lifted the cup to his lips. “Drink.”

Mordred cleared his throat after the water cooled and soothed it.

“I know you can,” Merlin said.

Mordred knew he could too. He could still feel the remnants of Merlin's magic in his touch.

Merlin pulled away and put down the cup next to him. “You know why I did it.” His hands moved down to the bandages wrapped around his middle.

Mordred grimaced. “You should have let me die.”

His jaw tensed. He put the bandages back in place and shrugged. “Perhaps.” He stood and cocked a grin. “Perhaps not.”

[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.

[paxopalotls]

The fanfictions are infecting me with brainrot oh my god have some au doodles before I explode

[minionsunclee]

Blarmy!

[gunpowdercarousel]

OKAY WAIT WHAT THE FUCK I JUST NOTICED THIS

You mind link

with every origin character

when you meet them

except

for

fucking

GALE

[wu-does-art]

thinking about Nico adjusting to letting himself miss and long for the people he loves. based on these bits from the sun and the star:

" As Nico and Will followed the trogs, he thought about how much he missed Hazel. He was learning to make peace with that feeling. It was okay for him to miss people because that meant he wanted them around in his life. That idea was *very* new for him- he was used to either pushing people away or watching them recoil from his presence." *

" That was the most surreal thing of all... Was he happy? Nico wasn't very familiar with the sensation, but he couldn't deny that he felt wonderful in Will's presence. He even longed for the son of Apollo when they were apart. A funny thing had happened as the two grew closer: Nico suddenly understood all those cheesy, sappy love songs he'd always hated."

[nerdpoe]

Dick puts everything on the line. He's the last one standing. The rest of the Titans are down. He dies making sure that they, and the world, can live.

Then he wakes up, staring at a ceiling dotted with glow in the dark stars, very confused.

There's a redheaded teenager who calls herself Jazz, who seems suspicious of him. He had parents, ghost hunters who are definitely breaking many, many laws, who love him dearly.

He has a pair of very close friends, Tucker and Sam, who also do not trust him.

There was a funeral for Dick Grayson, he looked it up. There was a corpse and everything, cremated exactly as he had demanded after learning what had happened to Jason.

Just in case it's a fluke, and he's about to be thrown out of a body that isn't his, he doesn't reach out to anyone in the hero community just yet. Instead, he decides to look into who, exactly, is Daniel Fenton, and why do his friends and sister keep looking at him like he's a spy?

Or; Danny, growing more and more powerful as a halfa, was starting to have his ghostlyness leak through to his human form. He asked Clockwork if there was a future where Jack and Maddie would ever accept him being half ghost, and Clockwork informed him that no, there was not. So Danny worked with the Yetis in the Far Frozen to make a lifeless clone of himself, with the intent to fake his death and live on in the Realms. So when Jazz came into his room, fully expecting a lifeless clone, only to find the clone not only alive but fully functional, she's suspicious.

[cak31ssuperi04]

"Basically what happens is, Grace and Max are right about to win. They're right about to do it. And then, there's a groaning. In the floorboards. Suddenly, the staircase gives out beneath Grace and Max, and they fall through the floors. They fall stories. Pieces of wood shove through their chests, and they both are killed."

"But keep this in mind, nothing truly dies in the Waylon house. Grace and Max become ghosts, and they're off doing whatever, but they're no longer involved in the tournament."

So.. that Pit Stop in Hatchetfield tag team deathmatch huh.

[originalartblog]

worse than a cockroach

[kan-be]

and there’s a special kind of sadness that seems to come with spring

it’s blorbo’s birthday yay 🥳 🥳🥳

[lotus-pear]

I AM SHITTJING MYSELF WHY DOES HE HAVE THE SPECIAL EDITION $1.5K VICTORIA’S SECRET RED SATIN PAJAMAS

[tubbytarchia]

I don't know what this is all I know is that LimL Joel makes me really emotional

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

sorry

[donutdrawsthings]

You've stumbled upon Team "Charming Doctor Who Got Screwed Over By Weird Writing And Circumstance"!

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Transcript:

Whoa.. Uh. Right. *laughs* The Bible.

Let's see what we have here. Ah yes. Reve-lations. Wow.

Whoa. There's a lot. Uh, in the Bible I mean!

Um. Hang on I-I need to go take a shower.

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