#also sorry this is SO LONG

[dogmovesout]

closed starter for @howromantic location: coffee shop

When he first returned from the dead, Tristan had taken at least somewhat a bit of care at trying to remain within the shadows. Sure, he had gone off and immediately started threatening the people from his old life and tried to arrange the murder of his ex-wife - but he had at least only come out at night and watched his back every time he did leave Oogie’s spare hideaway apartment. But after the months had passed and no one had managed to really get to him at all, his confidence began to grow. Enough so that he felt completely fine actually going out and about around the island in the broad daylight again. Of course, he always had his gun and a few knives on his person, ready for any potential threat to his new found life - but so far he hadn’t needed any of it.

The coffee shop was one of his more frequent stops, enough so that the baristas and cashiers were starting to remember him. It probably wasn’t smart, becoming a regular anywhere, but a spiked triple espresso was one of the only things that really ever helped with his hangovers anymore. And getting that cure was worth any risk of exposing himself a bit too much. Normally Tristan was a grab and go kind of guy, but on occasion there would be something that caught his eye and made staying in the shop for a bit worthwhile. And today that something was actually a someone, a familiar blonde that he’d never actually met before but had been gifted pictures of every year since she had been born. The smart thing to do would be to leave, to rush out of there before she had any chance of seeing him - but Tristan Tramp had never been known to be an intellectual. Besides, maybe it was about time he finally ripped the bandaid off and faced the mess of his secret triplet children.

“Marie? Marie Bonfamille, that’s you right?” he only somewhat hesitantly asks as he approaches her. Though the moment her head snaps up and she’s looking at Tristan, he knows for absolute certainty that is indeed his daughter. For a moment he debates what to do, whether to act like he knew she and her brothers were on the isle or pretend like this is all news to him. And though he knows it can easily be fact checked against his other children, the safest bet seems to play the ignorance route. “Holy shit. It really is you. What - what are you doing here? I thought you were in France with your mother and brothers?” A pause as he shakes his head, grinning in wonder as if this is all the best news he’s ever heard. It’s a bit of an act, but one he can pull off well considering he is indeed actually excited to finally be meeting her. “Oh shit, I’m probably freaking you the fuck out, aren’t I? I’m Tristan. Tristan Tramp… your father.” Whether any of his family had told the triplets that he was back to life, he didn’t know, but they’re about to be brought into the loop if not.

[chaosandwolves]

Tell me about My Hollow Fortress please? 💕🦛

Hello lovely!

Ooohhh yes! I was actually so proud of that one but then - like so often- I lost the momentum and it's hard to get back into it. (one of the most annoying things about ADHD tbh)

So my document says it's inspired by this fic by @evcndiaz

I gotta be honest, I'm gonna have to reread that first so I can't tell you much about that fic rn.

This wip is basically about Eddie and how, throughout his life, he has built these walls around him and only ever done what people expected him to do.

And I went with this image of a fortress he's built that he keeps repairing whenever there is a dent.

And Chris and the 118 make it all crumbling down. And, of course, Buck

The fic is full of metaphors surrounding this fortress and programming.

I really tried to choose a small snippet but I couldn't quite decide so here is a bigger part of the WIP

Eddie does all these things for others, wants all these things for others, builds all these things...

For others.

But not for himself, never for himself. How could he? How could he? When the only time he allowed himself to build something for himself;

when the only time he dared to follow his heart without it having to pass all the checkpoints in his head;

when the only time he could taste the feeling of "home" on his tongue;

when the only time he dared to take and to live and to breathe;

when the only time "together" was a feeling and not just carefully carved out hollow scripts and instructions;

When the only time he allowed himself all that, it was not only ripped from him but he was also the reason for all the pain that followed.

So for Eddie the next steps were crystal clear.

He built himself up again, locked himself in a perfectly, rule following form he could shape and mold as needed. Built it like a responsive program, with clear instructions and predictable responses. He could rewrite the script every time it was needed. He learned how to smile in a way that wouldn't show how little it reached inside him.

Sometimes, sometimes Shannon put a dent or a little crack into his form. And sometimes he would allow himself to feel the warmth and light coming through, just for a few moments, before he took his bucket of clay to repair the damage.

It was good. He was doing well. Doing what he had calculated the world was expecting of him.

But then… Then the unforeseen variable hit him and his sculpture started to crumble and in his panic, he couldn't keep up the repair, couldn't find a solution. And everything was filling up with black smoke and he couldn't breathe and so he ran.

He ran far far away and sought out the only place he knew where he could still pretend to be in control, pretend to follow the caring love he was supposed to feel in his bones but that he had disposed of outside his fortress.

Where he didn't have to think about the programming anymore, could hand over the script to someone else to have time; time to rebuild and form and mold.

And it worked. Partially. Cause war is one big unpredictable variable.

But it was fine. Eddie learned how to mend the irreversible damages the war left him with. He couldn't close the cracks and the dents but he could put another layer of clay on top. It's fine.

And then.

Then Christopher was there and Eddie wanted to scream. This was not supposed to happen. There was suddenly this massive hole right above his heart and Christopher filled it with light and laughter that reached inside his shell and crept into his skin and reached for his heart.

It wasn't fair. Eddie had so carefully collected all the instructions and built them into his program, wrote the script.

It was the perfect plan.

But Christopher took his pen and broke it. He took the access to his coding and Eddie was left with only the data he had collected to this point and wasn't able to adjust everything accordingly.

So he kept adding layers of clay around the hole he couldn't close.

But slowly, slowly, slowly the warmth crept inside his bones and the memory of breath in his chest and laughter in his heart brushed the outer skirts of his existence.

And just as he was pushing it away he choked at the thought that his son would one day live like this and the next mission appeared in front of him like an order.

So he took Christopher, brought him to safety, away from everything that had helped Eddie to build his hollow castle.

That was probably the best decision he ever made and he decided that if his broken program doesn't provide him with a script, he will filter it through Chris, make it work for his son to make sure that he could keep laughing and breathing with his entire being.

That was his most important mission, standing above all else.

When he met the 118 it was easy to run his programs and do all the things. Following orders on a daily basis again made it all so much easier.

It gave him time to guard the hole and thicken his walls.

But he didn't notice that the clay was melting faster than he could keep reapplying it.

The walls of his bunker grew thin and started to crumble bit by bit.

And Christopher wasn't the only one any more who threatened his fortress.

The 118 is family.

Family like Eddie had always wished but never gotten an instruction for. So he couldn't stop them from appearing at his door steps and bringing light and peeking through the cracks.

And Eddie found himself minding it less and less.

The tension in his shoulders eased, the ache in his arms started to lighten as he didn't have to apply the clay anymore in every free second he had.

And then

Buck

...

And for a second, for a second he stands in the burning remains of his castle, stands in absolute darkness, knowing that the light is gone forever.

But then Chris is there, alive and breathing.

Chris tells him everything. How Buck saved him, how he saved even more people, how Chris fell into the water.

For a second he wants to be angry at Buck. Wants to to take this as a reason to reinforce his fortress.

But then he remembers Buck's face, hears his voice, feels his despair.

And he knows it in his bones that Buck saved Chris, that Buck would do everything for his son

And then then he was shot and everything crumbled down.

He was stripped of all the walls in an instance. They were torn down and ripped apart and there was nothing he could do about it.

He desperately scrambled for the burned pieces of his script, for the broken bits of his programs and he tried, he tried and tried to hastily rebuild and he stepped away from Buck who brought all this damage and ache and longing which was just too much too much too much too much.

[faerune]

OK IVE BEEN ASKING MYSELF THIS SO PERFECT OPPORTUNITY TO ASK but what happened with mira during the red wedding 🤨

omgomgomg ok so

The Red Wedding happens pretty soon after Robb and Mira end their little Affair. Mira did genuinely fall in love with Robb in the end despite seducing him at first to further herself and her house. She genuinely believes in him and thinks he'd be a good ruler so despite his insistence on wanting to marry her, Mira breaks it off and tells him to marry the Frey girl and keep his oath.

Mira is the 'duty is the death of love' to Robb's 'love is the death of duty' so I think it fits very well.

Mira is present at the wedding, Robb marries Roslin Frey but the Red Wedding still occurs just the attack is planned for later on in the night (because imo I think either way Walder Frey is so slippery it wouldn't matter if Robb ended up marrying Roslin or not, what the Boltons and Lannisters offered him he valued more. I mean he's jokingly called the Late Lord Frey by others due to his self-preservation and fence-sitting during Robert's Rebellion so he could side with who was winning).

When Robb is supposed to be consummating the marriage, he finds he can't (perhaps from too much drinking or maybe because a certain Northern girl is still on his mind, maybe both) and shows up drunk at Mira's door confessing that he loves her and wants to be with her.

The pair of them fight, it devolves into them getting almost a little frisky until a pair of Frey men show up at Mira's door. They're surprised to see Robb there but still go through with their plan of trying to kill Mira and Robb. The pair manage to overpower the Freys (this is the first time Mira has ever killed a person), Robb trades clothes with one of them, and burns one of the men's faces in an attempt to fake Robb still being killed, and flee.

Greywind still dies, so does Catelyn and many of the other Stark supporters. The Boltons take Winterfell and despite Roose's suspicions that Robb is still alive everyone very much believes Robb is dead (Walder insists the corpse is Robb Stark so it's proven the Red Wedding was a success but imho even Walder doesn't think it's actually Robb).

[thorinds]

1000 Books You May Have Actually Read

[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.

[kensatou]

studio trigger understood the assignment. i would let her wreck me.

[sentate]

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[aqueductaquarii]

egghead law...on one hand i think he would choose battle-ready clothing but also end up pressing the hawaiian shirt button at the last second. on the other hand i think he would wear a shaka-esque coat...

[stil-lindigo]

mumbattan's one and only pavitr prabhakar!!

prints

[rusticfurnace]

GHOSTSOAP // "you sweet fucker" MINICOMIC!!!

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo learns something about himself 🏳️‍⚧️

Based roughly on this old post.

Bonus:

[Leo is taking the fact that he was born biologically female simultaneously very well and also not so well but overall he’s mostly coping with the fact that it was Draxum that just essentially gave him the turtle equivalent of ‘The Talk’.]

[cirrus-grey]

[egophiliac]

bring your son to work day

[skyartworkzzz]

Like The Other Ones

HI YES IM FINALLY DONE HOLY SHIT

OKAY SO this was based off on my own gameplay of COTL, I noticed that everytime Id put food orders in, Narinder would usually be the one to prepare them And honestly? We love a malewife in this house so I dig that for him, ma guy is a skilled cook <3

As I wrote down the dialogue, it just got deeper than I expected SO HERE YALL GO WITH A FULL ASS COMIC ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP, ENJOY!!!!

This shit took me weeks Ill go recharge my soul now brb-

EDIT: I DECIDED TO PUT A UNDERCUT Tab so yall dont have to scroll too much in order to read and see other posts ure welcome 🤼‍♀️ <3

[azuneekun]

MY EGG ???????????????????????????

[bigfatbreak]

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