#totally not too long?

[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.

[magentasnail]

long distance

[chibiveneficus]

i fucking love this show

[doitforstamets]

[1] Dream: *is eldritch* Hob: Hi, sweetheart.

[2] Dream: *growls* Hob: What’s that, dove? Not sure I understand…

[3] Dream (wetly): Cuddles…

[turtleblogatlast]

One of my favorite headcanons is that Leo grew up watching telenovelas with Splinter.

It just works so well - his bits of Spanish that he spouts randomly, his showy way of apologizing, and, of course, his love for dramatic betrayals all point to this being a very real possibility.

Plus, it’s very cute to imagine a tiny Leo at his father’s side as they both gasp in shock when the show’s eighth plot twist in just as many episodes happens.

[textsofdanville]

Stacy couldn't bear to keep this a secret from Candace but Candace knows well enough to not throw stones at glass houses.

[lotus-pear]

the fine people of bsd tumblr have asked for fem skk and i shall give it to them

[cocained]

for mason it was anything but easy to make promises. mostly because when he made them, he would never break it and he didn't know what was ahead. however, he did know himself. there was a constant current that he felt in most of his relationships, where it was either his uncontrollable pull or his defensive push that made out his actions. they were entering foreign territory and he had no idea what was going to happen as they continued down this path. all he knew was that he could only tell dante the truth. "no promises — but i don’t think so though, no." mason was the person, in contrast to the other, to always see obstacles on the road and he wished he had ever been wrong before at least once to disprove his point. he hoped this time would be different, but he knew better than to count on it. although, he did know for sure it would have nothing to do with the way he felt about dante. a feeling he wasn't quite sure to put into words yet. it was familiar and it shouldn't be because it was not the same as the attraction he had for anyone before. mason remembered the crazy things he had done in order to have someone look at him the way dante did. to be seen and heard. for it to matter when he smiled or frowned. for someone to notice when he stayed quiet because that was what he was used to doing, yet not what he wanted to do. "would be nice, yeah." not that the thought of dante wasn't already the highlight of his showers. the idea of being filmed while having sex would certainly bring an extra layer of awareness as well as more motivation to perform. he was sure the other would be able to put on a good show. that was what dante was known for after all. he was glad that they were leaving the bar behind because no matter how nice the vodka was that went down his throat like water, it didn't even come close to the taste of dante's lips on his, now that it was just them. "there's a very fine line between those two those two kinds of mad. you'll just have to figure it out." a line that even mason hadn't perfected. he couldn't tell dante what and what not to do if he wanted to get spanked and deepthroated as a form of punishment. or most importantly, what not to do to actually make him mad. nevertheless, he saw that dante was trying to test the waters. to see what buttons he could push and what would happen if he did. it was obvious in the bar, arguable not only to mason, but regardless he appreciated the discipline the other had to respect his boundaries. "we'll go to a club one day, dante. and we'll dance together. — but next weekend, i have a game and if we win, the team is definitely celebrating. you can come to the party if you want." celebrations with the toledo tigers were honestly better than any other party he had been to, but it was the sort of environment where they couldn't be intimate. out of respect for his ex, even though mason would probably have to watch the man kiss another, but mostly because of the way he still didn't feel completely comfortable with his sexuality in an environment that was that masculine. "you can be any kind of person you want to be dante." he knew that the people that raised the beauvais children didn't qualify for role models, but he saw something genuine and good in dante. he saw someone who had been through a lot, but knew how to smile through the pain. a drink helped with that, sure — but their conversations weren't based on just drunk talk. "i don't think you understand. i had a relatively good childhood. i've never missed a day of school or skipped a meal. my parents have never scolded me or hurt me. and yeah, it wasn't — perfect and i've had to work hard to be where i am today, but who hasn't? my whole team has done that." his gaze was forced back to the warm eyes in front of him as mason's chin was lifted and he wasn't quite sure how to express himself at this point. the feeling of a gentle, yet calloused hand against this cheek didn't necessarily make it easier to think, as nice as it felt.

"i don't understand how you think i'm strong when i cave, every fucking time you speak to me." this was the moment where he got to scoff because the admiration dante spoke about was undeserved. disbelief settled on his face at the words that followed, but in a way that was still subtle enough not to make the other feel ridiculous. "i don't want you to think that i'm someone i'm not. i'm not — good, just because i have discipline and care about what you have to say. that doesn't make me a good person." he wished he could explain all the ways he was fucked up, but a lot of it he didn't understand himself. a lot of it was what he had heard from others. like being short-tempered, childish and not knowing what he wanted. his many questionable attempts to bring out a reaction in people whether it was good or bad, worth it to him because he preferred that over quietness. "it's not a pretty sight." the hockey player warned dante as the conversation moved to the lighter topic of exercising. finding it relatively more difficult to switch his emotions that rapidly, but at least there was a softness on mason's face as he spoke. the two of them working out was the last thing he wanted to be thinking of right now, so the way their bodies collided was an easy way for him to move on from that. the last time they had kissed wasn't even that long ago but felt like an eternity now that he was filled up with the warmth of the other, which he had missed. the world around them didn't exist for a good matter of seconds when the smile appeared on dante's face. that was the realization hit him that for that sight — mason would go to the end of the earth and back. "i like hearing you babble though." the sparkle in mason's eyes had to be noticeable, although he hesitated about the way he wanted to follow up on his comment. "it's not so easy for me to talk about it. to stop thinking so much and — stop worrying about whether i'm saying something wrong or if should say it at all." this had to be the most vulnerable he had opened himself up to dante and the words left his mouth his point was proven by the way he was clearly calculating his sentences in his head before he spoke them. then again mason was really trying. "it's not me hiding, though. i've got nothing to hide." it sounded like a promise and it was, because he didn't want dante to feel like he was doing it on purpose. "does it not make you happy?" as the question left mason, something clicked inside. in the short moment that his focus shifted away from the conversation, he thought about how it was the same for him. hockey was his life, that was what he had always told everyone and what it felt like, but it was never something he actually chose. it was all just a hopeless attempt to bring the family together, not something he did because it made him happy. "you're allowed to complain. you don't have to have figured it all out yet." mindless digits travelled along the fabric on dante's chest and he barely even felt the cold bite of the breeze of wind passing them. "i'm proud, but every game i still look in the audience hoping that one day —" he swallowed the sudden lump that appeared in his throat and stared at the wall behind dante to be able to admit this to even himself. "that one day i'll see my parents in the stands and see them proud." a hollow chuckle passed his lips at how ridiculous it sounded and mason now focused on the ground below him. "it's stupid after all this time — and disappointing, but i can't shut it off." with a shake of his head he finally looked at dante again, wondering if that had ever been on his mind too. "what i want? i wish i had an answer. maybe i wanna travel one day. or just leave everything behind and start over. but that's only after i retire from the league. and if — i don't have a reason to stay." there was a reason now and mason was looking at it, although there was no guarantee it would last that long.

that there even was a them at this point because, besides the hours of having sex that weekend in the cabin and their many deep conversations, they were technically friends. a hum rumbled out from deep inside of him when dante challenged his ability to make him scream. it wasn't the first time he saw those glistening eyes and it had the corners of mason's mouth slightly lifted upwards. "if you're not ready to be fucked like a dirty, screaming slut then just say, love. — we can take it slow." with the emphasis on the part that mattered, his own gaze darkened as they went from dante's lips back to honeyed hues. two could play that game. their hands holding each other out in public felt like somewhat of a risk, although it was worth it. mason didn't see the excitement in the other, but he could sure feel it. then again, having the car door close behind him was like somewhat of a relief. with a smile aimed at dante, he listened and reacted to each sentence with only the slightest facial expressions. the pillow of his thumb gently stroking along the back of dante's. "only a little bit." despite the uber driver being in the back of his head, mason planted a short kiss straight onto dante's lips regardless and looked at him reassuringly. he really didn't mind the babbling. "we're going to your place. and i promise, as long as it has a bed or a couch or something — it'll do."

a mix of confusion and excitement surges through his chest at mason's words, "does that mean you're not gonna do what you've been doing again?" his mouth curls into an excited smile, wishing nothing more than feeling like he could reach out to touch mason in public right now, wishing that they were already so much closer than they actually were. dante had this habit of wishing for things he knew he couldn't have, always envisioning himself being able to accomplish more than he could, or faster than he could - this was seeming to be no different, overly ambitious about how quickly he could get to the next stage of their relationship, but he couldn't stop the tug in his chest that pulled him to mason (no matter how much he also wanted to run the opposite direction). he wasn't sure when he had started to fall for mason; now that they were clearly accepting that a line had been crossed, he had started to wonder if it had slowly been happening the entire time he thought he had been building a friendship. and now? he felt like he was in so deep that he was drowning, pulled deeper in each time that mason's mouth opened and they teased each other, each time mason told him something new about himself, "nah, not a prude," teeth press into his bottom lip, pointedly dragging his gaze down to his lips, his voice dropping even lower, growing thicker with each passing second, "just imagining how nice it would be to have a video." his eyebrows raise at the warning, his innate curiosity piqued. he hadn't ever seen mason angry; honestly, he hadn't really thought about it past a few passing comments he had made about wanting to see mason fight on the ice, "i think i do wanna see that. maybe not mad at me? unless its like, the fun kinda mad where you're gonna put me over your knee and spank me." his face softened for a moment, the words rushed out, "i don't want to actually make you mad." eyes roll and he sighs, "yes, i know we did, but you said that here wasn't the environment. what about next weekend? you can take me out to an actual club, even though i hate them, so we can dance. compromise, right?" the cool air outside helped to calm him even though it was a topic he would typically run from, even from his own thoughts, "i don't know. i should be able to, right? but it seems like i still always do the same shit they do. its like a fuckin' curse." the thought crossed his mind that even this - allowing himself to fall so quickly and so hard for mason was the same thing that his father had allowed to happen, that had resulted in his downfall (at least from dante's perspective). and despite the fact that he was falling, hard and fast, he still found himself feeling like he needed to run away - to abandon, just like his mother had. it took everything in him to give in to the desire he had to cling to mason, to fight against all of the contradictory feelings mason brought out in him. dante could easily dispense compliment after compliment to mason, but he had started to catch on that each time, mason seemed uncomfortable. this time was no different, hesitation in the acceptance, eyes dropping away from dante's. dante places a hand under mason's chin, tipping it back up until their eyes meet again, "its the truth, mase. do you not think you are?" one eyebrow raises, his head shaking back and forth, "its not about me - i was complimenting you." his hand moves from under his chin to rest gently on his cheek, fingertips pressing into his cheekbone, "you're one of the strongest people i know, mase. i admire you so much - i..," its his turn to hesitate, eyes anxiously shifting between mason's, "i think you're too good for me - i'm gonna mess you up, but i don't care - and i'm sorry about that." he hates that he's confessing so much to mason so easily, but it was the curse of their relationship having been built on friendship - dante knew he had so much more to lose, he trusted mason already and it made it near impossible to keep his mouth shut, something he already struggled with, without the trust.

his heart practically soars at how easily they're able to switch back into playfulness that instead of bringing an uncomfortable feeling to his chest, made him feel like he was floating on top of the world, "oh, absolutely. i don't know what a split jump is, but everything you do is so sexy that i'd fuckin' pay to watch you." and when mason's eyes close for a second, it happens again - feeling like he's floating over the clouds. he genuinely didn't understand how he had managed to convince someone like mason that he was worth their time, but he was more and more grateful each day that their relationship progressed that he had - even if there was a voice (no matter how quiet) in the back of his head reminding him that at any point, he could lose all of this - all of the good that came with mason, all of the stability. so yes, it was that bad that he couldn't stop himself from confessing things that he hadn't even dared to admit to himself yet, but mason always had the right things to say - just like now. that he could listen to him talk for hours. the simple gesture meant so much more than he knew how to verbalize. again making him feel like he was soaring, but at the same time, it only increased the fear that was growing inside of him. the possibility that mason felt as strongly as he did was terrifying and electrifying all at the same time. the electrifying feeling in his chest winning out this time, a bright smile appearing on his face, despite fear being the reason that his heart was pounding in his chest as he pushed onto his toes to shove his lips against mason's in a quick, almost playful kiss, "i could talk to you for hours, as long as you talk back. i feel like i'm always babbling and you're just... letting me." a sigh shoves through his lips, shoulders shrugging, "yeah, i'm proud of it." it wasn't that he wasn't proud of all the things that he had accomplished, "but what if that wasn't ever what i wanted to do? i don't really... know? if that makes sense. just kinda... stumbled into it." he was more than well aware of the level of talent that he possessed - a lot of it had come naturally, but just as much of it had been his hard work and determination to pull himself out of the life he had grown up in, "but i can't really complain, you know? i know how fuckin' lucky i am to live the life i do." eyebrows raise, "so why aren't you glowing with pride? you know how many people would kill to be able to do what you do?" the things that mason could do with his body never failed to amaze dante - watching him skate was like nothing he had ever seen, now that he had finally been to a game, finally watched him do what he had practiced so hard to do. dante's head tilts as he adds on that he used to think it was all he wanted, "what do you want now, if not only hockey?" mason was constantly surprising him, the shock clear on his face as his lips dropped open, "well, shit, mase." not one to be at a loss for words and somehow - mason had accomplished it twice in one night - no, twice in less than two hours, "don't think you could make me scream. moan? yes. whine? yes. ain't ever gonna get a scream out of me, though." were the words only meant to goad mason into making him scream? possibly? but he wanted to see if mason could actually make him scream, do something that no one had ever been able to accomplish before. his fingers grip onto mason's hand, thankful that he had the grip to be able to keep himself grounded through the teasing words. he was thankful for a moment that mason couldn't see the way his face lit up when he didn't let go of his hand and for the same moment - he let himself be happy in the delusion that they were together, officially and publicly. still distracted as mason tugged him towards the car, he was barely processing anything, too focused on the fact that mason was still holding onto his hand and pressing in next to him in the car, instead of sitting on the opposite side.

his eyes were still glued to their fingers, laced together and gripping onto one another, when mason brought up that he would be able to finally see his apartment. it was the only reason that his eyes were able to pull up from their hands, settling on mason's face, wide and anxious, "oh, right. you... might not like my place. compared to yours." a hand rubbed over the back of his neck, "maybe we should go back to yours instead? its not that i don't want you to see it? i don't want you to think that. i'm just... i'm babbling again. i'm sorry."

[anewp0tat0]

omg I finally finished it. I was torn in wondering if this was out of character for Lizzy but my final concusion is that she's a kid and your parents being romantic is gross no matter what you like. lil headcanon ♡

[mobius-m-mobius]

Tom on more of Owen's s2 improv (x)

[meowpupp]

Hi , im here with a thought, i can just imagine puppy reader crying to price about what kyle did and how she was just curious and she didnt really wanna disobey and to please not get rid of her and stuff like that , so kyles punishment is eating the reader out just exactly as price wants , price i feel like is more aggressive and less forgiving towards kyle compared to reader , i feel like price has that "nothing is your fault ♡" attitude for his sweet pup

pt1

owner!price x chubby!puppgirl x pup!kyle

tw//: p in v, oral (fem reciving), hybrid receiving, collars, rough sex, slight mention of overstim, fem reader, collars, probably my most filthy smut yet

prices heart breaks as you cry into his chest, clinging onto him tightly. in all his time with you, hes never seen you so distraught. your body is almost shaking, tail low and ears pulled back as you sob and babble. he just holds you tight, rubbing a big hand firmly up and down your back. “Shhh, s’okay pup. Talk t’me when youre ready, okay?” 

It takes almost ten minutes, tears still spilling down your face as you pull back to look up to him. “please, m sorry captain. i didnt mean t’break the rules,” your words are interrupted by uncontrollable hiccups and stutters, hands gripping his shirt tightly, “please sir, please don get rid of me. i promise ill be good!! wont ever break the rules again, please!!!” you break down into a fit of sobs again, whimpering into his chest as he holds you tight.

He easily lifts you up, your body melting into his as he sits you ontop him. you now straddle his lap, burying your face into his neck. its almost sweet, how youre so desperate for his comfort despite your expectation of rejection. price just holds you tight, hands firm and secure on your body, breath steady and soothing. once you calm, he slowly pulls the story out of you. every little detail. 

he tries to hide the way his face darkens as you speak, his eyes narrowing as you explain what kyle had done. once youre done, he sighs, hands still rubbing circles on your back. he glances over your shoulder, eyes lingering on the garage door. 

“stay here, okay? Be a good girl f’me and strip. kyles gonna say sorry for bein so mean.” with a kiss on your forehead, he lays you down on the couch, leaving you to follow his instructions. 

within ten minutes he returns, not even glancing at you as he enters. his eyes are trained on kyle, watching him closely. a leash is clipped to his sprenger collar. a new addition. 

he forces the other pup to kneel at your feet, hands forceful and grip rough. kyle is huge, broad-shouldered and muscular, looming over you between your spread legs, his eyes trained on your pretty cunt. you can almost see him drool, licking his teeth as he looks over your exposed body as if wanting nothing more than to grip onto plush waist and bury himself 9 inches deep. 

youre snapped back into reality as price tugs harshly on kyles leash, making the collar dig into his neck. “Speak, mutt.” the tone of his voice almost makes you curl into yourself. he sounds vicious, angrier than youve ever seen him. 

kyle eyes meet yours for the first time, “im… sorry.” he mumbles half-assed. you can tell hes itching for your soft body. its almost torture having you spread out for him, yet denied the permission to touch. 

price almost growls as he tugs the leash harder, causing kyles eyes to widen for a moment. “fuck, im sorry, i swear.”

price lets out a huff, pushing kyles head down, making him come face to face with your pretty cunt. “Show her, mutt. Apologise properly.”

its almost instant the way kyle buries his head in you. his hands wrap around your thighs, pulling you flush to his face. his nose bumping your clit as drinks in your slick. its perverted, the wet noises that fill the room, the way he groans as ruts into the couch as he devours you. 

price doesnt allow him an inch of space, denying him reprieve from your drooling cunt. his voice cuts through the mix of moans, directing kyle exactly what to do. telling him how fast, how slow, whether to suck your clit or thrust his tongue. hes almost cruel, tugging kyles collar harshly each time he doesnt listen, leaving angry red marks around his neck. 

but to you? well, how could he ever be mean to his sweet girl? a calloused hand cups your cheek, his low, growly voice talking you through your nth orgasm. he kisses your forehead, letting you hold his free hand tightly as your legs shake and your hips buck, your voice filling the room as you cry out. 

its only once kyles face is completely covered in your slick that he lets the pup pull away. hes panting, cock straining against his pants as he aches for release. kyles eyes meet prices, desperate and needy. “Captain, please, fuck,” his hands twitch as they hold your thighs, resisting the urge to pull your twitching cunt closer, “let me fuck her, ill make her feel so fucking good, have her screaming for you-” 

hes cut off, eyes wide as price harshly grips his jaw. “When are you gonna learn?” price reaches down, palming kyles growing tent, making the pup whine, “shes not yours to fuck.” he lets go, pushing kyle to the ground, denied and throbbing. 

price makes him watch as he gently picks you up, pulling you once again into his lap. your back presses to his chest, legs hooked around his knees, forced to spread. Price is quick to unbutton his pants, sinking you down on his fat dick. you can feel his hot breath tickle your neck as he laughs, finding amusement in the way your back bows as he forces himself deep inside you. 

his hands trail up the curve of your waist, coming up to cup your tits. he squeezes the fat, grinning as it bulges between the gaps of his fingers. you can both hear kyles whines, eyes trained on you as price starts to toy with your nipples for a moment. “moan for me pretty girl, let him hear how good i stretch out your tight fuckin cunt, how your pretty body belongs t’me.” his beard tickles you as his lips brush your neck, “bounce f’me pup, show kyle what hes missing out on.”

the roll of your hips is hypnotising, kyles eyes wide as he drinks in the sight. your tits slightly jiggle each time you come down, your thighs spread wide as price shows off your swollen cunt. “see that kyle? how she takes me?” price reaches out, gripping kyles arm and pulling. he lands with his cheek pressed against the soft pudge of your tummy, able to feel as price fills you with each thrust, “feel that?” price fucks up harder into you, making your body jolt as you squeak, “thats only for good fuckin pups.” 

he pushes kyle away again, leaving him to fall onto the floor, cock throbbing and aching as he watches your pretty cunt get ruined by your rightful owner <3

[keii]

Drew a nalu sketch bc for some reason my old ass art of them is making its rounds again on here lol

[mrghostrat]

knew i was gonna have fun with all the funky shapes in this one so i made sure to get a recording going!!

plus flowers for ur mutuals 🌸

[itsallaboutbl]

Because you are the one who changed my life.

[spilycoris]

i take this au very seriously