#hope you are too

[t1meslayer]

Gearing up for tomorrow

[marblesarelost]

Update

Damn, it's been a while.

See, I have to get off Tumblr periodically and stay off for a while because unfortunately Tumblr can suck up all of my attention, leaving me with no time in which to actually, you know, work or anything. So when I disappear, dear friends, don't think I'm gone forever. It's just going to be a long break.

Since last I left you, I've been through court reporter school; the only thing I have left for said school is what's called a live mock, which is where a bunch of people pretend to be giving a deposition in which I have to keep up with what everyone's saying and make annotations.

I also am in ... limbo of sorts ... with a court reporting company, waiting to take and pass a live mock with them so I can actually start work. If any of you need a job, can type at a decent rate, and have no problems sitting for a long time, I highly recommend you check out The Court Reporting Academy; they have scholarships available if you're willing to do five jobs at a lower rate than normal, and once you pass, you can make really good money. Like, really good. I know of two court reporting agencies that are paying upwards of $30 an hour, and you can work from home.

So the biggest news is that @Palaquinn and I are living together now in a house. A house that we are buying. That's big news, you guys. The kids are all getting along pretty well, and while we still have boxes everywhere, we're all doing okay.

I'm about to start doing DDPY again, specifically his Kneehab program, because my knees keep getting worse. It wasn't so bad this time last year, but a year of living on the third floor walkup did not help them. That being said, it was my only recourse at that time, and it was a good apartment complex; never had any problem with the landlord or the neighbors, and God bless my downstairs neighbors patience with the fact that both my children walk like elephants.

Bee is doing well; they went to Chicago this summer to the SAIC Young Artists Program or whatever it's called, and they had a great time. They also earned two college credits doing it. I'm proud of them for so many things; they were able to navigate the streets of a very large city by themself, they were able to handle the activities of daily life by themself. Sometimes that can be challenging for them, so I'm proud.

Bonus Kiddo is doing well; they seem to be much more accepting of me these days, which is great, and they even let me hug them sometimes, which is awesome.

Palaquinn is, as always, amazing. I don't know what I'd do without him, it's one of those loves where you don't know how you breathed without them before. Going on two years now and we still have yet to have a fight, which really shouldn't surprise me but does; but I've grown and matured over my years, and we get along and have the same outlook on so many things, it shouldn't surprise me. I still do my best to court him the way he should be courted, the way he always should have been courted, I do my best to remind him of how much he means to me and how deeply I love him just for being who he is. He brings me sunshine every moment of my days.

Football Boy is now learning how to be, of all things, a banker. He's working for a bank here in the area and will eventually be able to do the junior banker type things, he's got his own little area and while he's still training, he's more than just a teller already, though he can do a teller's job as well.

All in all, we're all doing pretty well out here; I'm not looking forward to the winter because I've been assured that this last winter was mild, and to me it definitely was NOT, but maybe I'll be more accustomed to it this year. I'm still going to be surprised if it snows four inches on Halloween, though.

Speaking of Halloween, Bee wants to be, of all characters, Carrie from Stephen King's Carrie. Dear Lord. So we need to get to work shopping for that outfit soon.

As evidenced from my post the other day, I still miss Earthshaker; but i know he is always with me, in his own way. I will never, ever, doubt the existence of life after death again -- I had a couple of experiences this last summer that I cannot explain at all, and I know it was him. I just know. So Earthshaker, as always, pray for us, pray for me.

So in other words, TL;dr, we're all doing really well. We're blessed. We're blessed beyond comprehension. And I hope with all my heart that if you are reading this, that you are blessed as well.

(And seriously if you need work, look into The Court Reporting Academy. Patti is darling, and scholarships are pretty easy to get.)

[dira333]

Going on Hiatus

For the unforseeable future.

I cannot guarantee when I will be active and how often.

I apologize for the inconvenience.

[cutebutalsostabby]

How you doing?

Uhh good I think? Thanks for asking.

...

*Reads question*

*This is one of those social cue things isn't it*

*Complex maths*

*Detailed internal review of tangentially relevant social conduct legislation and case law*

*Hold on does Internet social etiquette operate under common law or civil law?*

*Both?* *Neither?*

*Confusion*

*Wait am I overthinking it*

[kithtaehyung]

Hey hope you’re doing well!🤗 wanted to say that I just randomly read the description for hot boy drummer and it’s given me the will to live‼️😨😨😨 (alongside with everything else you have created)

AHHHHHH oh my god you mentioned the drummer!jk fic we have in motion👀 someday lol but yeahhhhh hilariously enough, I already imagined blue hair for that koo bc he had blue hair back then. So. This is gonna be him😩🦋

[wayfaringauthorofficial]

WIP EXCERPT

I run my hands over my face, try to keep tears from soaking cheeks. With a gulp I train my gaze on the floor. “Dalton… is this really bad,” I whisper. “I don’t know how I’m going to get out of this.”

My brother takes deep breaths, drumming his fingers on rock hard abs as he compiles his thoughts. I know he only wants to be honest, but what truth is he going to tell me today? He has so many options, it’s hard to know which one will grace my ears when he speaks.

It looks like he’s trying to keep himself together before his lips finally part. “The truth? Yes, this is very, very bad. I don’t know what they’re going to find, but I know you. They don’t. I’ll help you talk to the lawyers. I know they claimed to have evidence of you in the building right before the explosion, but I haven’t seen the security footage. I’m not sure they would allow me to view it. Dad hasn’t seen it yet, as far as I know. Your lawyer is trying to talk to them, to see if we can see at least some of it, to know what we’re dealing with for the trial. When we get it… I’m not sure I want Dad to be there. I want it to be just us… because if it’s as bad as they said… I know he’ll give you hell for it. He’ll destroy you.”

So he doesn’t know what to do, either. That’s just great. We’re navigating an unknown task, all by ourselves. What if we could somehow get my dad to come around? I know how he’s been since my release, so it’s a slim chance… but he’s my dad. I have to at least try. I know that somewhere, deep down, he still sees me as his little girl, his pride and joy. But what am I going to have to do to convince him that she’s still here? What strings will I have to pull for him to even stand to look at me again?

My mug is empty now. I fill it with water and set it in the sink, closing my eyes as the caffeine hits. Then, something hits me like a ton of bricks to my chest. I slam my hands over my ears, closing my eyes in a futile attempt to block the pressure, the pain that only grows.

My cup falls into the trashcan, the sweetness of the vanilla and caramel still fresh on my tongue. I cherish the sweetness as I wave goodbye to the baristas, heading for the door. Then, I blink once, twice. And everything around me is different.

Red and blue lights. Commotion. People are running. Screaming. I don’t know what’s going on, but they do. What happened? How did I get to the museum? I don’t remember leaving the coffee shop at all. In fact… I’m not even sure I went anywhere after I stepped out that door. Heart racing, I scamper away from the sink, then turn on my heel and sprint out to the balcony, desperate to have fresh air touch my skin. A few coughs and sobs escape from my throat, and I don’t even try to stifle them. I don’t care about that. All I want to do is figure this out, if my peers will help, and whatever enemies I’ve made will let me.  

[artxmisery]

hypnosis is so hot i really wish it worked on me,, making me do whatever you want,, making my brain all dumb and fuzzy and pliable,,, changing the way i act and think to be exactly how you want,,,, giving me triggers so you can have me whenever you want,,, ghhhh

[asylumdream]

Saw you reblog the "love is not an HP bar" post like five times and I know we don't really know each other but I think you're cool and would like to ask if you're doing okay. I hope you're having a good day but if not I also hope you can talk it out with someone?

Ah! Thankyou very much for the care, I'm sorry to worry you.

I'm quite alright, I was indirectly yelling at a dear friend of mine who I know follows me.

[kensatou]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[sprocketsciencer]

Happy September 7th to those who celebrate.

[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

[uty-confessions]

twinsies on the mental breakdown but fella lift ur head up ur cowboy hat is falling 🤗 -cranon (/light hearted, hope ur okay)

[hansoeii]

[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.

[spinejackel]

What are dead man walking tornadoes? :O

it’s a multi-vortex tornado. i dont remember the tribe it originates from (i think it was cherokee), but there’s a native american legend…? saying? that goes “if you see a man in a tornado, you are about to die.”

the most infamous shot of a dead man walking tornado hit jarrell, texas in 1997

it did so much damage to the town it caused the scale that tornados are measured by, the fijita scale, undergo revisions, and it made anchoring buildings in the tornado alley region pretty much mandatory. (it took the entire town off the map. only those who had taken shelter outside of the town or in underground bunkers survived.)

two more examples of dead man walking tornadoes looking like a person are a tornado from 2011 that hit cullman, alabama

and a tornado from 1975 that hit xenia, ohio

edit: it has been brought to my attention that the native american “legend” part of this post was a rumor spread by a documentary.

i have been asked to remove it, but i believe in letting my errors stand because i’m not perfect. i make mistakes

[isjasz]

[mob killing noises] BAM!!!!1111!!