#this set me back MONTHS

[defensivelee]

i need y'all to look at what my friend said when they saw this image

like this had me SCREAMING who the FUCK is Keighley WHY DOES HE HAVE A SOUTHERN ACCENT 😭😭

[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.

[hinamie]

summer is coming so i'm giving them the beach day they deserve

[artilite]

throwing various pinterest outfits on these guys!

[elphabasthropp]

every breath, every hour has come to this (insp)

[chronologically-challenged]

I think that the party's communication issues can be summed up as "man, is it awkward to tell someone that you want to spend the rest of your life with them if you've only know them for a few months? Probably."

[artystaroc]

Mew :3

Listen, dont- dont look at me?? I can't count, apparently, so July has snuck up on me hnviadonvn

But yeah, I haven't forgotten one of my favorite Dangan boys! He get's the birthday-cat hoodie treatment (even if a day late)

[ghostorbz]

I bought nasb today

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Creative Hubris takes another unsuspecting victim.

[redbootsindoriath]

Oh look what day it is again!

Happy Hobbit Day to all who celebrate! Here's a rushed doodle to assure you guys that I am in fact still out there somewhere on earth.

[ishikawayukis]

wonwoo - BOOmily outing #3

[last-starry-sky]

kinktober day 4 - aphrodisiac // breeding

price x f!reader

[MDNI - NSFW - MIND THE WARNINGS: 1k, established relationship (wife), alcohol/drinking mention, you can imply the aphrodisiac usage either way (consensual or non) its vague so ymmv, same for the breeding kink.]

tag list (lmk if you'd like to be added!): @slut-lmao, @mishaglass

You’re sucking down your third captain and coke, slumping further and further down into the ratty leather of the booth John had stashed you in. He doesn’t do this often, go out with the boys. Drags you out with him even less. You know, he knows, that you hate doing things like this: wasting an evening listening to other people’s drunken conversations while John and his men shoot pool or play darts without you.

Tonight, however, the drinks are going down quick and easy. Too easy. John is nice enough to loop around to your table to drop a fresh glass off regularly, pecking a chaste kiss on your cheek asking, “How you holding up?”

The first two times, the answer is the same. A quick, snipped, “Fine,” through a tense smile. With a roll of your eyes you dramatically stir the dark liquid with your straw, ice cubes loudly crashing against the glass before sucking up a large sip. The bartender is pouring them strong tonight and you’d rather taste the soda with the alcohol, not just the alcohol. 

By the time John comes around the third time, however, you’re too drunk to notice at first. At least, drunk is the closest thing you can compare it too. Music and TV chatter compress into a buzzing drone. Voices fall out completely. You don’t know when, but you end up with your head pressed to the table, drink forgotten. The wood the only thing grounding you to reality. 

John strokes a cool hand over your cheek, rolling your head to face him. Funny. He always runs warm. Are you flushed? You feel like it. Your husband’s smiling face blurs into view as you’re moved. You can’t see much through your teary eyes. All you care about is his warm, strong hand on your skin. God you love him. The need to feel him hits you. Need him to keep touching you. 

“Look at me,�� he says softly. His thumb strokes down to your lips and you moan. “Look at me, doll,” he repeats.

You can’t. Your eyes slip closed, soft sighs falling out as John continues to stroke your heated face. You wish you had the strength to reach up and touch him.

“Everything alright, Cap?” one of his friends calls out behind him. Kyle, you think. John turns away to answer, hand never leaving you.

“Wife’s a little sick,” he says. You can tell he’s got that sweet, disarming smile on his face, from just the tone of his voice. “Gonna bring her home.”

“Need help?” he asked.

“Nah,” John said hoisting you up, letting your head fall against his shoulder. “Got ‘er. Sorry to run out like this. Talk to you all tomorrow.”

“No problem,” you hear him respond as John walks away. “G’night to you and the missus.”

You didn’t remember much of the ride home. The cool leather seat below you. The rain pattering against the window. John’s hand twined around yours, warm fingers pressed to your pulse your tether to the world.

He must have carried you inside and upstairs, because the next thing you remember is your head landing on your pillow, sheets fluffing out around you. 

“John . . . ?” you croaked. It’s dark in the room. You’re suddenly very scared. Why do you feel so . . . syrupy? Hot and slick and-

You feel hands on your hips, sliding across your jeans to unbutton your fly. The zipper is pulled down, metal teeth crying as they are slowly pulled open. His hand rubs at your crotch as he pulls away, sending a zing of pleasure through you.

“I’m here, love,” he responded, low and gruff, pulling your pants off your hips. The cool air hitting your core makes you buck and shiver. “Good god,” your husband sighed, hand palming your pussy through your drenched panties, “That shit made you wet. Real fuckin’ wet.” 

You whined, hips chasing the pressure of his fingers. You’re so unbelievably turned on you need any and all stimulation he’ll give you. 

“Yeah?” he asked pulling your ruined panties down by the gusset. He laid over you, body pressing to yours, allowing him to rumble his words right against your pulse. “Want me that bad?”

“Yes!” you cried out on instinct. You can feel your clit thrumming, hot and engorged, as you rut against whatever part of his body is closest: thigh, stomach, cock, you don’t care.  

John bit down on your neck, right behind your ear, groaning as he pushed inside you. You shrieked, crying at how fucking good his bare cock felt, at the bright, sparking combination of pain and pleasure as he continued to nip down your throat.

He rocked into you slow and steady. You fell into a hypnosis, listening to his cock squelching into your juicy pussy, moaning in rhythm as he pushed in then pulled out. 

“Fuck,” he groaned into your ear, his hands smoothing up your torso to hold your face. “Gonna finish like this,” a drip of sweat fell from the tip of his nose as he spoke against your lips. “Want to. Wanna-fuck” He bit his lip and he rolled his hips down into you, savoring the tight pull of your cunt as you clenched. “Wanna put a baby in you. Fuckin’ . . . fill you up all night. Cum ‘till ’m shooin’ dust for you, love. Just wanna see you-” He paused to stroke at your navel. Palming the phantom bump he imagined there. “-see you round ‘n-fuck, fuckin’ full with our kid.” 

His hand came back up to squish your tit, molding it in his palm. “Tell me you want it,” he said rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Tell me to cum in you” 

His fingers didn’t stop until you squeaked out john john john yes john that had him crashing back down to claim your mouth. His kiss blanked out your mind. In the swirl of tongues and teeth, you didn’t even notice the faltering pattern of his thrusts, how he groaned deep oh’s as he slammed into you three final, stuttering, times before collapsing his head into the crook of your neck.   

“I love you,” you whispered hoarsely as he tried to catch his breath.

“Love you too,” he said, turning his mouth to your cheek, breathing ragged. “Love you so much.”

[pnfc]

i haint watched the dang chibisode and idk if ill actually watch it with sound on sdfjk but i have a hurt feeling about them casually imbuing perry with speech for a one off gag because the idea that he needs to talk to communicate is fake. we had 4 seasons of wacky magic hijinks cartoon where perry never needed verbal speech to communicate. they couldve done this gag at any point in the show but they didn't, and the fact that they didn't felt significant. perry's muteness is such a core part of his character, to me, to the way i conceive of him/write him. i don't wanna overreact to a goofy little side cartoon (even tho i'm doing it anyway) but it's still the characters, and it still upsets me! ok that's it i've said my piece

[deweyduck]

@pscentral​​ anniversary event: take two 2.0 - your url

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[sualne]

was checking my emails before going to bed only to find out my endocrinologist casually scheduled an appointment at long fucking last

[oobbbear]

Whenever I set a very high expectation for a project I will guarantee intimidate myself out of it

But if I set the bar in hell I can finish it very quickly and turns out great 90% of the time