#Very fucked up this is yes

[bibookdemon]

"Oh, Atem." Yugi's eyes glowed a pale green, warring with the bright purple for dominance. His face was neither sweet nor soft as he had known it, but sharp and manipulating. His hand, pressing firmly down on Atem's chest, was making the Pharoah uneasy. To anyone looking on the scene, that hand might have seemed like the forcecful touch of a lover. Atem, however, felt the threatening strength in each point of contact.

"Don't. Don't say my name like that," he ground out.

Yugi just huffed a laugh and shifted so that Atem was almost entirely pinned beneath him. "I'm still Yugi, you know. I haven't changed from who I was. I promise."

"You are not Yugi, so keep his name out of your fucking mouth!" The Pharoah moved to shove the smaller man off of him, but found his arms suddenly held in a firm grip. "Let go of me!" He snarled.

"You act so cold to me, partner. I wonder why? And yet...it's all just a front, isn't it? You're always putting up a front around me." His words were painfully teasing, ripping Atem's only defenses to shreds as he continued. "It's ok. You don't need to now. I accept all of your feelings, all of the things you've always wanted from me." Yugi chuckled again, then removed one of his hands to caress Atem's cheek gently.

"S-stop...you're not..." But his defenses were gone. There were tears in his eyes, and he'd missed Yugi so much, and he was leaning into that comforting touch. And all of those feelings...he knew Yugi had to be in there somwhere, influencing this Orichalchos-infested version of himself. Right? So...what he said had to be true...

"That's it," Yugi cooed. "Give in. Such a good boy, aren't you?" His hand slipped down the Pharoah's cheek and to his lips, teacing their curves. "You want me so bad...you might as well have me, hm?"

Atem whined, trying to resist, but couldn't as Yugi lifted his chin with a finger and brought their lips together. He tasted like everything Atem had expected: sweet. Kind. Soft. No specific flavor, just...emotions. He moaned into the kiss, letting Yugi's tongue into his mouth, letting him explore. He allowed Yugi to nip his lower lip and chin and neck all the way down to his collarbone. He didn't resist when the smaller slowly and neatly removed his clothes.

"You're so obedient~"

...

Atem had never regretted something more. He'd turned away for a second only to turn back and find himself eye to eye with his Yugi. His perfect Yugi, eyes tearing up and fists clenched in anger. His perfect Yugi, refusing to talk to him before the Orichalchos possessed him again.

Never again would Yugi see him as anything more than a parasite in his body.

[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]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[artkaninchenbau]

People keep on asking for more Baby Robin and Papadile so here is more Baby Robin and Papadile. Now never ask anything from me ever again

[rendevok]

Act I ~ The Prince

A tapestry for Let No One Sleep by @azalawa-scroggs on ao3

[lucabyte]

monologue

[keferon]

Did you think I was done? Ahahahaha no, I have more.

Because chapter 70 of MOMU gave me the very dynamic between them that I missed so much, I just blacked out and started drawing uncontrollably lmao

Also. ALSO. I noticed a while ago that Prowl has the habit of..like…constantly frowning. So. I did a bit of research and made this graph.

In 70 chapters, Prowl frowns rougly 104 times. And the intensity of this gesture is very clearly correlated with the development of his relationship with Jazz, as you can see ahahahahah It might be wrong tho don’t take me seriously I’m not good with graphs

[passerinesoncaffeine]

I’M SORRY. WHAT

Achilles writing the codex:

[pinacoladamatata]

blink and you'll miss it moments around skyhold....

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Saw this post and I immediately had to fuck around a bit.

[aardvaark]

the leverage team would have had a games night… once. everyone cheated so much and in such increasingly extreme ways that all mentions of monopoly are banned in their headquarters (this makes talking about marks who monopolize the market very confusing)

[chitinleg]

got him off-balance!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

thinkin' about Bardaby and his illusion smoke...

[chiropteracupola]

'The Polar bear at Blair Atholl,' 2024.

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

Ages of the Primarchs when Found

In case any body needs this, my ass has decided to calculate their ages of roughly based on the year 792.M30 being when they were tossed out: Horus: 9 years old Leman Russ: 27 years [REDACTED]

Ferrus Manus: 32 years Fulgrim: 38 years old Vulkan: 40 years old Rogal Dorn: 43 years old Roboute Guilliman: 45 years old Magnus the Red: 48 years old Sanguinius: 51 years old Lion El'Johnson: 54 years old Perturabo: 57 years old Mortarion: 62 years old Lorgar: 65 years old Jaghatia Khan: 73 years old Konrad Curze: 104 years old Angron: 107 years old Corvus Corax: 130 years old [REDACTED]

Alpharius/Omegon: 189 years old

Thought this was interesting to calculate how old each of the Primarchs were when found, and damn I suppose the reason Horus might've been the favourite was because he was actually raised by the Emperor meanwhile almost everyone else was found long into their adulthood.

Here's the one for when they died/demonized/warp fucked

[flame-cat]

i love ford getting mad @ stan & accidentally triggering a flashback/bad memory recollection & that startling him enough for him to stop being angry

major wake up call. i love that man getting humbled

hmmmm yes i love it i'll take 20

bonus thing that happens Later