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[sillymuses]

@teapotgremlin

She may or may not have been so focused on following that bot and keeping her eye on it that Kimiko ended up smacking right into the pole. Ouff. How embarrassing. Thank goodness no one was around to see that, right?

[ravarui]

Starter for @ikkaku-of-heart from Shanks In response to this post (Not Accepting)

In hindsight attempting to wrestle with a seaking hadn't been his brightest idea, but he had been utterly drunk at this point and it had sounded like a fun thing to do. It hadn't even been the first time and he had assured everyone that he would be fine.

What he hadn't expected however was that the damned thing wasn't in the mood for it at all and had more or less taken him with him. Which was how he had ended up on the current island, soaked to the bone and slightly freezing too as he trudged along the edges, hoping to find some sort of civilisation. It would be easier if he could wait in a town for his crew to pick him back up. Benn had his vivre card, so he would where Shanks had ended up. It was just a question of how long it would take them.

Another shiver run through him as the cold air of the night hit him. He needed to get out of these wet clothes and fast if he didn't want to catch a cold. At least whatever island he had ended up wasn't a winter island.

His face lit up when he saw lights in the distance, indicating that there was a small port town nearby. Jackpot! There was bound to be a tavern too. A place he could warm up, maybe even get a room too. He didn't have any money on him right now, but that wasn't a problem. He had used his charm often enough to get some things for free. Nevermind that he could still pay up once his crew arrived.

His steps speed up slightly and he draws his wet cloak a bit tighter around him, making sure to conceal his missing arm for now. Like he had suspected the tavern is easily found and he walks in, not caring that he leaves drops of water behind as he makes his way towards the bar, flopping down on the only free bar stool. "Do me a favor and give me the strongest alcohol you have. Need to warm up." The grunt he receives is enough of an confirmation for him.

It's only now that he turns to look at the person seated to his right. A woman with dark hair. He gives her his usual charming smile. "Sorry for the messy appearance, had a rather unpleasant encounter earlier." Which was definitely his own fault. "If I buy you a drink, would you be so kind and tell me in return on which island exactly I ended up here?"

[lustxpersonified]

Location: Hotel Suite Time: Afternoon Characters: Nina & Yoona

To say Nina was attracted to Yoona would have been an understatement. That was truly saying something, as Nina was the consummate professional, there was literal interest for her outside of her work. At one time it had been sports, but an injury when younger forced her into a new line of business. Having worked with agents for years, it made sense she would try that profession. It didn’t take long before she had a stable of clients whom she negotiated contracts for. But her favorite had always been Yoona, taking any opportunity she could to spend time with her. Finally, this was her chance she thought to herself. Steam began to pour from the open bathroom door of their shared hotel room. It was now or never, she didn’t want to waste another second not knowing how Yoona felt about her. Nina began to disrobe, a trail of her clothing left in her wake as she entered the washroom. She slowly made her way into the large, open shower. Yoona’s exquisite figure came into focus as she cut through the dense steam. “I was hoping we could conserve some water,” she suggested with a smile. 

@kitsunesx​

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

License to Kitty.

[cozylittleartblog]

cant tell you how bad it feels to constantly tell other artists to come to tumblr, because its the last good website that isn't fucked up by spoonfeeding algorithms and AI bullshit and isn't based around meaningless likes

just to watch that all fall apart in the last year or so and especially the last two weeks

there's nowhere good to go anymore for artists.

edit - a lot of people are saying the tags are important so actually, you'll look at my tags.

#please dont delete your accounts because of the AI crap. your art deserves more than being lost like that #if you have a good PC please glaze or nightshade it. if you dont or it doesnt work with your style (like mine) please start watermarking #use a plain-ish font. make it your username. if people can't google what your watermark says and find ur account its not a good watermark #it needs to be central in the image - NOT on the canvas edges - and put it in multiple places if you are compelled #please dont stop posting your art because of this shit. we just have to hope regulations will come slamming down on these shitheads#in the next year or two and you want to have accounts to come back to. the world Needs real art #if we all leave that just makes more room for these scam artists to fill in with their soulless recycled garbage #improvise adapt overcome. it sucks but it is what it is for the moment. safeguard yourself as best you can without making #years of art from thousands of artists lost media. the digital world and art is too temporary to hastily click a Delete button out of spite

[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.

[ruporas]

dragon meat, you, and me

[frigidfries]

happy birthday deltarune. happy late birthday undertale. here's a comic!

cheers to best friends forever & ever & ever & ever & ev

[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.

[ravarui]

Starter for @songofnoheart from Shanks In response to this post (Not Accepting)

"So you're really a Skeleton? And here I thought I had already seen everything." A good natured laugh escapes him as he looks up at the musician of the Strawhats. Next to being reunited with Luffy, Shanks had looked forward to finally meet the crew of the little anchor. He had wanted to get to know them, wanted to hear about all the adventures they had gotten into in their time together.

All he had had before were the wanted posters, so he could at least put names to their faces, but everything else? Well, he sure was eager to learn more about them, all of them.

[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.

[datcravat]

SCIENCE BEGETS TRUTH✨

[themadknightuniverse]

Loustat short comics - There is nothing else until the storm is over - Interview with the Vampire TV Series

text transcription under the cut ⬇️

Fake magazine illustration

Page 1 Daniel : So, tell me... Did you see Lestat again?

Page 2 Louis : When he's not on Tour, he would occasionally visits.

Page 3 Daniel : So you're what, now? Friends?

Louis : [Hello Lestat.]

Lestat : [Hello Louis.]

It would be too simple. You know us.

Louis : [ That's new. Still enjoying the glitz and glamor?]

But there is this arrangement we are both fine with.

Page 4 When two people hurt each other so deeply, what is left afterwards?

Page 5 Things like that, it seals doors once still unlocked at the time. Can time really heal everything?

[Mets moi dans mon cercueil, Louis, Louis...]

Page 6 [Stay down ch��ri, I don't want to fight like this. I'll stay. I'll stay, I'll never leave you ever again. I promise. I'll be happy. For you. For her. Please please please please]

Some things were flipped over to show the truth. Others, I learned to see differently. I faced my wrongs.

[I'll be anything please please please please please please. I didn't know it was a gift. I wore it like a curse. I was selfish. I wanted you to suffer. Because I was. Suffering. I came to thank you.]

Page 7 Do we love each other still? Yes. Can we live under the same roof, share the same spaces, the same bed, for an extended period of time, again? No. But this raging, all devouring passion, it is now replaced by something that can never be altered. Is this the price we had to pay to finally be equals?

Page 8 We have never been more understanding of each other. A shadow of something that could have been from the start. Friendly jokes. Bickering I will never admit enjoying. Respect. And then, the always surprising softness. So eerie after all that happened. Yet, we always welcome it.

Page 9 Daniel : [How dramatic. Not ready to live together again, yet he's all over your coffee table.]

Louis: [I didn't buy these.]

Daniel : [Sure. Will you let me know the next time he passes by?]

Louis : [Well I can't. This is his safe place. You will have to find him by yourself I'm afraid.]

Daniel : [Of course. He can't make anything easy. As if he didn't have enough safe places with his ten properties.]

Page 10 Louis: [Nice chat. Bye, Daniel.]

Lestat : [Only when I'm not on Tour, hm?]

Louis [Approximately.]

Lestat : [Thanks.]

Louis : [Did you really just say thank-]

Lestat: *kisses Louis* [...too soon?]

Page 11 Louis : Almost a century is enough waiting.

[hinamie]

ṇ̵̛̱͌̅̃͛̔o̴̮̓̀͂́̃_̴̛̲́s̷͈̋̈́̄̋͠ị̶͔̗̐͐̐̒̕g̵̛̱̘̣̑͂ņ̴̰͔̘͇̏̒̓̇͠͝a̸̜̥̩̭͋̌ḷ̶͔̖͗͋͛͛̃͆

[greelin]

this is so real and never leaves me

[strawberista]

⚅ — @moduloxii asked: — ⚅

⚅ — Rumours of WildKat Cafe being cozy and quiet were true. Cat Street was a sanctuary of peace compared to the bustling hell that was Scramble. Ukuwa quite liked the atmosphere, at least until he found a plate of donuts he didn't ask for accompanying his house blend. It didn't seem like a mess up in the order. He was the only customer here.

How Uncomfortable. For some reason, this felt almost like a non-transactional interaction. Despite being at a loss of words, they came out anyways.

"Sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof you’ve been ruined."

Ukuwa murmured beneath his breath. Something about this man at the counter made his walls sink a little. — ⚅

Misc Poetry Starters

— ★ ⚄ ★ —

Hanekoma had noticed the well of creativity in this one as soon as he walked in the door. However, this one was quite stagnated, having either missed the point of his game or lost the will to work on himself after reaperhood. In either case, Hanekoma could see that there was more he could do. As an offering to opening up, he'd offered the extra treat, preparing himself to take it up as just something he laid out for himself should it be refused.

But... That wasn't what happened. He wasn't sure if it was the atmosphere or the gesture, but something pried open within the reaper, and he said something unexpected. Poetic, soul-piercing in a way. It was the words of a touch-starved, wounded, frightened spirit. One coming to terms with the fragility of one's own soul.

Hanekoma's eyes softened behind his glasses, and he cracked a grin despite the tenderness he insisted on showing, "Maybe so, but there's nothing like a hot drink to warm a freezing soul, and fresh bread to fill the stomach. There's something about good food that can heal like that. But I'm guessin' you'd rather not talk about it, eh, boss? Words are pretty good about easing ruination, too, but it's not like I can make ya. Lead a horse to water and all that~"