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[putrid-tongue]

— STARTER FOR @menelvagor (⤻ ER-MÛRAZÔR)

𝕺nce,  the  scents  of  brine  and  spindrift  had  been  so  very  familiar,  lodged  into  a  now  lost  part  of  his  heart,  a  part  that  had  also  housed  a  LOVE  for  the  wondrous  sights  of  westernesse.  all  it  serves  to  do  now  is  turn  his  stomach  &&  he  knows  that  something  foul  would  arise  and  pluck  the  yarn  of  his  life  if  he  were  to  venture  ashore—  into  the  deep  waters.  and  where  once  love  and  pride  have  resided,  a  lingering  HATRED  now  takes  root.  hatred  for  the  elves  and  the  valar,  their  lofty  designs  that  heed  not  the  fate  of  men.  their  ingenuity,  and  their  burning  spirit.  they  have  been  spited  and  belittled,  treated  as  a  bastard  son  in  a  noble  lord's  household.  but  ne'er  would  he  bow  his  head  to  those  sprites  wrought  of  STARLIGHT—  rather  he  would  see  them  burn  in  a  cold  and  dark  flame,  wiped  from  the  face  of  the  earth.

these  thoughts  his  mind  returns  to  often,  like  a  discordant  song  where  one  has  forgotten  all  but  a  single  verse.  it  CONSUMES  him,  though  it  would  not  cripple  him.  rather  these  wretched  musings  serve  as  a  hearth  by  which  to  warm  himself,  lending  strength  to  do  what  must  be  done.  the  one  they  call  ZIGÛR  spoke  many  truths,  and  many  lies.  and  though  mordú  does  not  trust  him  and  fears  the  terror  of  his  dark  spirit,  he  yet  swore  to  follow.  BELIEVES  their  hatred  to  come  from  the  same  pit,  directed  at  a  common  enemy.  thus  he  may  yet  suffer  one  who  is  not  of  his  own  to  call  himself  king  of  men.

umbar  is  thus  not  truly  a  welcome  sight  to  the  gúrzyul,  it's  painted  roofs  and  white  plaster  a  stark  reminder  of  a  HOME  now  lost.  but  it  is  a  free  city,  a  city  of  corsairs,  and  all  trade  that  comes  to  or  from  haradwaith  passes  through  umbar.  it  must  be  seized  and  brought  into  the  fold  of  FAITHFUL,  willing  to  swear  fealty  to  mordor—  and  to  sauron.  no  small  task  by  any  amount,  as  the  peoples  of  umbar  rejoice  in  governing  themselves  now  that  númenor  is  no  more.  ah,  but  this  is  no  feat  he  will  accomplish  alone—  nay.  he  is  to  meet  another  here,  one  who  has  his  trust.

measured  steps  carry  mordú  across  colorful,  cobbled  streets.  the  hewn  stones  are  polished  by  thousands  of  feet,  though  the  designs  upon  them  still  greet  every  traveller  clearly.  depictions  of  seafarers  and  kings,  queens  and  battles  of  eld.  monsters  and  drakes,  held  off  the  bay  of  belfalas  by  benevolent  gods.  by  the  abad  tar  calion  he  would  spy  his  quarry.

❛  ne'er  would  i  have  guessed  the  truth  about  benish  armon,  but  i  found  myself  drawn  from  the  harad  road  and  closer  to  ethir  anduin—  despite  my  better  judgement.  a  faint  whisper  'neath  the  boughs,  enough  to  chill  the  blood.  do  you  know  aught  about  it?  ❜

mordú  says  by  way  of  greeting,  a  half  smile  upon  his  lips  that  does  not  reach  the  cold  blue  of  kohl  rimmed  eyes.  even  faced  with  the  midday  sun,  their  pupils  remain  pinpricks  of  HATEFUL  INCLINATION.  he  does  incline  his  head  however,  a  polite  yet  understated  bow  before  er-mûrazôr.  his  better,  certainly.

❛  when  i  look  upon  the  city,  i  see  a  fat  cat  lounging  amidst  the  most  benevolent  rays  of  the  sun.  our  task  is  not  an  easy  one.  the  people  are  glad  for  their  freedom  and  will  not  give  it  freely.  our  time  here  will  not  be  short,  my  lord.  ❜

[noxcomnia-a]

❛ Have you ever experienced a near death experience~? ❜ What a question to ask to a stranger you simply dragged into your antics. It's a really stupid stipulation for a special that you have to come in as a duo to get the cake and crepes that you wanted- Yet, you didn't want to wait as you fetched someone you actually knew and just grabbed the first person on the street that looked like they'd come along with it with minimal issue (Who knows if your judge of character was right or wrong! Maybe this person just liked sweets like you do? At least you are paying for their half if they get anything.)

Yet, the moment the sweets are sat down, you switch gears instantly. Picking up the cake with your hands and taking a bite out of the sweet with a satisfied hum before looking to the other. ❛ It's so sweet it feels like my insides are melting~ How fun. Have your insides ever melted before? ❜

( starter for @lightsmartyr; solomon )

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

License to Kitty.

[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.

[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 chéri, 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

[plumadot]

shy confessions mmmmmmmmmm

[chloesimaginationthings]

"Oswald's mom has got it going on" - FNAF Pit bonnie

[journey-to-the-attic]

"karasu search how 2 cheer human up"

"karasu search difference between sad human and zoning out human"

"karasu search how long is it safe for humans to zone out for?"

(+ a longer look at each scene:)

[thatskindarough]

“‘I just…I thought you might like to come back, one day,’ Crowley said very quietly. Aziraphale’s foot pressed against his again, and Crowley drew in a sudden breath, as if he hadn’t been breathing properly since Aziraphale had stopped touching him.”

This piece was a commission from the lovely @fellshish for their lovely friend, @alphacentaurinebula ‘s fic What Are You Doing Here? This fic is cute, funny, heartwarming, and incredibly spicy, and I’m very much looking forward to finishing it! Thank you Fells for being wonderful to work with, and happy (belated) birthday to you Alphacentauri, I’m very happy I could do this for you!