#that is not the case

[algrenion]

dont know why i feel compelled to do so tonight specifically, but given that i have not posted a selfie in like... 2+ (perhaps more??) years?? and because i am migrating back from twitter to tumblr? i feel like i should break the hiatus with some pics i took in the Natural History Museum of Vienna (our art school class got to visit Austria!!) back in early October

this is not important

but the shirt is important

but it was important to me specifically

bc i was the only person who vissited the museum on that trip

and they only had children's shirts but i bought one anyway

because it perfectly represents my hyperfixation (dinosaurs and paleontology)

and there was so much to see that i ran out of time on the day before we flew back to Scotland so i went back the NEXT day too and spent my last hours in Vienna there to check out every open exhibit

and now this shirt is one of my most prized posessions and imscared to even wash it in case the print starts to fade because in the middle of the museum i was tearing up as a 26 year old woman because i love dinosaurs so much and they had a whole allosaurus fossil AND an animatronic version of it a diplodocus a sauropod leg bone dimetrodons and cynodonts and shit, even "UNIDENTIFIED oceanic vertibrates" and im getting emotional even thinking about it rn oh my god oh my god oh mygod

[defectivehero]

The hero is tired. Then again, what else is new? They’re always tired- it’s in the job description. After all, they’re often roused in the middle of the night because a villain is wreaking havoc on the city. If they’re lucky, the hero is simply woken by their own nightmares. Regardless, they get little time to themselves and even littler sleep.

Lack of sleep is an everyday occurrence for the hero. When they walk into work that morning, they push their exhaustion to the side like always and resume work. They fight villains, apprehend thieves, help citizens. All in a day’s work. For a while, the hero almost fools themselves. They almost forget their exhaustion and fatigue. Almost. 

It all comes to a close about five minutes before the hero is scheduled to go home. The villain is lurking on some high building a few miles away and the hero is assigned to go fight them, retrieve them, do whatever heroes are supposed to do. Admittedly, the hero isn’t entirely clear on what their mission is. They stopped listening to their boss after they heard “Here’s the plan.” 

The hero gets to the rooftop within ten minutes. They’re definitely not breaking any records for speed, but at least they’re present. The villain turns around upon hearing the door slam behind them. Their enemy grins, gesturing widely with their arms and saying something that gets entirely lost in the brisk wind. The hero just sighs under their breath, bends down to assume a fighting position and blocks the villain’s blows. 

The villain is particularly fast today. The hero is only really able to fight defensively, as they’re expending all their energy trying to keep their enemy at bay. Perhaps the villain takes notice of this, because they cackle and somehow manage to increase their speed. The hero has to put all their concentration towards not being hit, which proves to be an increasingly difficult task. 

A siren sounds on the street below. The noise wouldn’t even reach their ears on a typical day, but today, the hero stops for a moment. They tear their eyes away from the villain and that is their fatal mistake, because, in their distraction, the villain strikes. Before the hero can take another breath, there’s suddenly a knife lodged between their ribs. 

The hero stumbles a bit, suddenly feeling off balance. There's a faint rushing sound in their ears and their breaths feel harsher and more labored. They look down at their chest with wide eyes, watching as their shirt slowly turns more crimson. The world around them suddenly feels far more topsy turvy.

“You were supposed to dodge that,” a strained voice that must be the villain’s sounds. The hero is certain they’ve never heard their enemy sound so bothered before. Unfortunately, that’s the least of their concerns. The knife is ripping pain out of them, drawing a strangled gasp out of their throat.

“S-sorry,” the hero chokes out, for some reason. Admittedly, they’re not at all sure why they’re apologizing for getting stabbed. Their mind is far from clear, however, as pain, confusion, and weariness battle for prominence. They fall to a kneeling position and place a hand on the ground, trying to fight off the swirls dancing over their vision. Their free hand trembles as they reach to grasp the knife.

“Don’t pull it out!” The villain’s exclamation makes them flinch so hard that they nearly fall over. The hero looks up, only to find their enemy staring down at them. There’s an annoyed expression on their face. “Gods, you’re so stupid.” They’re pushed backward to sit. The villain crouches at their side, one leg propping them up as they squint at the wound. 

“You’re the one that stabbed me,” the hero huffs, trying to resist the urge to close their eyes. Their eyelids sting as they try to keep themselves awake. They know, however, that they shouldn’t let their guard down in front of the villain. 

“You were supposed to dodge that, obviously,” the villain remarks, as if theirs is the only logical conclusion. Their hand is warm, almost painfully so, when it rests on the hero’s side. 

“Just shut up and fix me,” the hero hisses, clenching their fists. Their grip is remarkably weak, from what they can tell. They don't have to look up to know the villain has an incredulous look on their face- raised eyebrows and disbelieving eyes. “Please.” Their desperation must show on their face, because their enemy sighs. 

“How could I say no to that face?” The villain grins mockingly, their attention flittering between their wound and, well, their face. The hero blinks dazedly, wondering why their enemy sounds like they’re in a tunnel. “Hey, whoa. Don’t fall asleep on me...” The rest of the villain’s words fall on deaf ears, as the hero succumbs to their exhaustion. 

©2022, @defectivehero All Rights Reserved.

[b4g3lbit3s]

whenever i post about my opinions on ed or izzy and how they’re viewed by the fandom i get so scared that people will think i hate one of them and prefer the other when that’s not the case. i just think they’re silly and fucked up and need to go to therapy and i love them both

[blushingsastiel]

whenever castiel is off doing what he needs to do and isn't answering the winchester's phone calls or texts and sam is always quick to reassure dean that castiel is fine and he will answer soon,,, yeah the faith that sam has for castiel in almost all situations is truly noteworthy (and no, do not tell me it's because sam cares less). i have no doubt in my mind that sam prays to castiel everyday at least once to give him some peace in mind. he wholeheartedly trusts castiel to come back to them when he's ready to.

[squishybabyy]

i dont trust anyone who thinks sanami is abusive

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[who-canceled-roger-rabbit]

Some spins on the "mostly male team with a token woman" trope:

The woman is trans and stayed in her old circle of bros even after transition

The woman is the only one in her circle of "girls" who didn't turn out to be a trans man

[zmpl]

also what is with people tossing out support for nonbinary people when the nonbinary person is a celebrity. as soon as demi lovato changed their pronouns from they/them to they/she everyone, including supposed allies of the community, IMMEDIATELY dropped the “they” part of “they/she” and started referring to them as a woman again. then when “unholy” by sam smith and kim petras won a grammy people talked about how kim petras (just her) made trans history by being the first trans person to win a grammy. and yes this is something to be celebrated, but is sam smith not also trans by virtue of being nonbinary? did they not also make history? or do you not see them as nonbinary because they’re amab and not feminine enough to cross the man threshold for you? and yes nonbinary celebrities are not going to see you referring to them as if they were cis but your trans acquaintances sure as fuck are

[sabertoothwalrus]

girldad mode activate

[canisalbus]

✦ Bread ✦

[rotisseries]

that being said I'm not actually always opposed to conflict free fluff I am just opposed to the characters having their claws filed down for it. you can stick them in a coffee shop au it should just still feel like you sat the two worst most insane people on earth in a starbucks

[give-soup-please]

raise a glass to the posts you love that end up deleted. to the fanart and fanfics you lose track of and can't locate. to the blogs you used to look through that ended up unexpectedly disappearing. to the things you didn't archive because you always assumed they'd be there.

[coldwind-shiningstars]

Re: blorbo from my research, here is my favorite ever case study. I'm obsessed with it.

Summary:

- Guy presents to neurology with muscle issues, very clearly has something going on but diagnostic tests are inconclusive

- History is mostly unremarkable. Key word, mostly. He drinks four liters of plain Earl Grey tea per day. For context this is nearly twice the recommended daily fluid intake. All fluids, to be clear, not just tea. He only drinks tea tho

- Bergamot is known to be phototoxic in high doses (reacts badly on your skin with sunlight)

- APPARENTLY nobody previously has consumed enough of it for it to be widely known that it is also, apparently, mildly toxic to ingest in high doses

- Guy starts drinking plain black tea again. Only 2 liters this time (he didn't have a medical reason to drink that much tea, he just liked it) and so now he's fully recovered

[invisi-bee]

some dunmeshi height/age stuff from the adventurer's bible

[cemeterything]

i just think it's important to understand that love is not the antithesis of horror in fact it's often the catalyst

[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.