#when will it be my turn!!!

[tote-bag-chic]

princess again 🤪🤪

snuggle buddy in his little coat and gloves

[vintage-brass-tc]

he called a girl “sweetheart” because she’s a doll and he couldn’t hear what she said… he asked her delicately, “what was that, sweetheart?” and part of me wanted to die upon hearing it

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Movie scene

Sequel for I am here

Before he even opens his eyes, Wei Ying senses two things: the softness of the mattress underneath his body, and the smell of food being cooked. His body still fights against waking up fully, and he curls up further underneath the blanket, soaking up the warmth and comfort of it. His curtains must have been opened, because he can feel the gentle rays of the sun on the little bit of his face that he hasn't hidden in the bedding - and for some reason, that brings a smile to his face.

It must be late, probably around noon, which isn't unusual for Wei Ying to wake up to, especially on weekends, but considering the night he had, it's even more justified. After all, he must have gone to bed at around 4 or 5, some time after he and Lan Zhan finished the takeout and put on some ridiculous comedy show to relax before bed.

Ah, yes, Lan Zhan... how nice of him to show up in the middle of the night like that! Wei Ying never expected an answer at all when he sent that voice message at 3 am and he was going to delete it in the morning and blame it on the alcohol if Lan Zhan mentioned it (even if he was barely tipsy at the time, curse his high tolerance for the stuff) - but to suddenly have him at his door with food and a shoulder to cry on...

Wei Ying did indeed cry on Lan Zhan's shoulder (well, it was actually on his chest as he was being held on his messy living room floor) and it was so freeing to let out all his feelings and have someone listen and understand him. Even if Lan Zhan didn't say much, he somehow made Wei Ying feel safe and comfortable anyway, and that helped him go through all those overwhelming emotions without feeling judged or interrogated. It was always like that with Lan Zhan, he seemed to know how to support Wei Ying exactly the way he needed it.

And after he was done venting and crying, Lan Zhan cleaned up the empty wine bottles on the floor and they had a makeshift picnic there, eating and talking about whatever came to mind while they tried to decide on what to watch for the rest of the night. They even built a little blanket fort on the couch, and Wei Ying must have fallen asleep in Lan Zhan's arms at some point. That can only mean that, since Wei Ying woke up in his bed, Lan Zhan must have carried him there.

Wei Ying's blushing a little at that, but he's smiling a bit too widely for it to be from embarrassment only.

Finally, he decides to open his eyes and leave his blanket nest. His stomach is protesting about only getting to smell food and not actually ingest it - and Wei Ying feels a bit giddy at the idea that Lan Zhan's cooking him breakfast. It almost feels like a cheesy movie scene, waking up after a night together (not like that!) to food being made for him.

However, he still needs to shower first. He'd hate to look messy, even if the cheesy movies seemed to romanticize the just-woken-up look.

Wei Ying is trying not to fixate too much on how he wishes this became a regular occurrence Not the crying and the breakdown, but having someone there through it and after.

--

Wei Ying's even more convinced some higher power is playing with him at this point, because his morning feels even more like a romantic movie now. Lan Zhan is in his kitchen, working on whatever dishes he's decided on, humming along some music on the radio. Wei Ying is quite certain he's only used the thing to check the clock on the display, but seeing Lan Zhan silently hum along the song currently playing, he knows he'll be using it a lot more from now on. It will always remind him of this moment.

Lan Zhan looks quite pretty in the morning, Wei Ying realizes, leaning against his kitchen door frame as he takes a few seconds to watch him. He's confident in everything he's doing, his skill betraying practice. Though he's very rarely visited Wei Ying, he seems to know where everything in his kitchen is, from the utensils, to the spices. Wei Ying always argued he arranged things in the logical sense whenever his guests questioned his interior decor and organization - but it seems like Lan Zhan agrees that everything is where it is logically supposed to be.

Wei Ying is quite surprised to see Lan Zhan sprinkle generous amounts of chilli powder and other spicy herbs into the pan where food is cooking, reveling in the little smile that graces the man's features. He really is pretty. No - he's beautiful. Pretty isn't enough. Pretty isn't enough to describe his chiseled face, the honey of his pupils, the way his hair flows over his broad shoulders, the way his hands move and how attractive everything he does is.

Wei Ying is sure he could watch Lan Zhan do anything for hours and never grow bored. Everything about him is enthralling, and Wei Ying has an earth-shattering realization.

He likes Lan Zhan.

He wants Lan Zhan.

He...

"Good morning." Lan Zhan greets, the tiniest knowing smile on his lips. Did he realize Wei Ying's been watching him? "The food is almost ready." And he turns to stir into the pan, turning the heat on the stove up.

"Great, I'm starving!"

And Wei Ying gets a ridiculous idea. He knows it is ridiculous and it's cliche and it could ruin his morning and his romantic movie scene moment - but he can't stop himself. He's behind Lan Zhan seconds later, looking over his shoulder into the pan, distracted by the faint smell of Lan Zhan's cologne. He leans into the space between his neck and shoulder a bit closer, tries not to think how he'd like to leave a mark there, and wills himself to look down at the food.

Their height difference is not that great, but Wei Ying's lifted himself on his tiptoes still. He doesn't know when his hands came to rest over Lan Zhan's hips. He doesn't remove them. "That looks amazing."

He also doesn't know why he sounds like he's talking about something else.

Lan Zhan pauses briefly, Wei Ying awaits a reaction, hopefully not a negative one. Lan Zhan, however, seems to slightly lean into Wei Ying's touch, and turns the stove off. He's turned his head now, their gazes locking, their lips centimeters apart. And he's smiling still. "The food is done."

Wei Ying smiles too. "I know."

"We should eat."

"We should."

They're still not moving. There is steam and aroma all around them. The music on the radio is the only thing filling the silence for a long few seconds.

"Wei Ying-"

"Lan Zhan-"

They start laughing. The tension is broken but it's not unpleasant. It's sweet and it's happy and it's everything they could both ever want.

Lan Zhan turns around and he's delighted that Wei Ying hasn't let go of him. His hands still rest around Lan Zhan's waist, and he decides he's done running away from this. Wei Ying's looking at him, blushing, eyes flitting from Lan Zhan's lips to his eyes, and he looks like Lan Zhan's idea of home and future and happiness. He's breathtaking.

Lan Zhan lets himself lose control for once. Love isn't something you can police. There's no point trying.

His right hand comes to cup one of Wei Ying's cheeks and his left finds its place around Wei Ying's slender waist. It feels like they're meant to be there, like this is destiny finally reaching its inevitable conclusion.

They meet halfway into a kiss.

It's worthy of a movie scene.

[kavaleyre]

• The Hanged Man •

“Compared to what Falin went through? This is nothing.”

[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.

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[miothle]

Let's raise the stakes, shall we?♠️🦚

if you look closely, you'll see some familiar faces👀

[haejjoon]

in a fight right

[zosanbrainrot]

yeah Zoro we know what you mean..... or do we?

[swedenis-h]

HAPPY PRIDE!!

(Last years post)

[shiny-eyed-corvid]

NYC street finds 3.27.24-3.31.24

favorites from this round: baby calico critter, spiky red creature my partner found for me, cat butt pin, fancy hairpin, and an angel/devil hello kitty croc charm ✨🐦‍⬛

[hansoeii]

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[majunju]

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[heyhanibee]

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