#when is it MY TURN!!!!

[kingkatsuki]

I had a bakugo dream and it was really cute. Little things kept makimg him upset and instead of blowing up on people, he would just leave and find us to get head pats. He would instantly calm down and be happy again.

Omg that’s SO adorable I’m so so jealous what a lovely dream😭

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

i could be doing this to him instead. if you even care

[bitchfitch]

writing advice for characters with a missing eye: dear God does losing an eyes function fuck up your neck. Ever since mine crapped out I've been slowly and unconsciously shifting towards holding my head at an angle to put the good eye closer to the center. and human necks. are not meant to accommodate that sorta thing.

[razzafrazzle]

Just Checking In! (aka Something About Red Triangles)

[dayvan]

crashing the tulpar into the asteroid that turns you into a dog ft. lil curlydog fanart by @rdhndrd

some design notes under the cut

Curly: Husky mix, maybe GShep? (mush, captain, mush!!!) Anya: Silken Windsprite (or long-medium haired sighthound mix) Daisuke: seen at least 2 different instances of people drawing him as a Papillon and i agree wholeheartedly Swansea: XL Bully/Cane corso Jimmy: badly socialized German Pointer mix

also ciarans fanart is based on this

[kavaleyre]

• The Hanged Man •

“Compared to what Falin went through? This is nothing.”

[miserys-bitch]

any1 else

[cryptocism]

"just as I did, in 1983."

you'd never know my favourite parts of the show are the fucked up insane bits when my first instinct is to draw the cheesiest thing imaginable

[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]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[heyhanibee]

adult aang studies 4 2day!!!☺️

[marthawrites]

Holy shit this was so soft, intimate, and sweet ahhh! Perfect! Literally perfect 😩 Your portrayal of soft Aemond is one of my favorites. I absolutely love everything about this 🥹❤️‍🔥

Lil’ request for a modern!aemond fic just reader had a long tiring week and reader and aemond sit on coach eating watching movies maybe lil cockwarming just couch cuddles

thank you for this request! i'm not really sure if this is good even though i loved the request and tried to do my best but i still wanted to post it, i hope you enjoy!

my masterlist

quality time

modern!aemond helps you relax after a long week. nsfw, cockwarming.

you turn your key and push the door with a soft sigh. finally. carrying books in your hand, you hold your bag as you walk into the apartment you share with your boyfriend. your steps are silent and slow as you enter the living room.

you put your books and bag on the table. aemond is nowhere to be found, probably dealing with the traffic to come home now. you walk into your room, take off your clothes and wear one of aemond's shirts. you take your time as you wash your hands and face, trying to get rid off the tiredness the day brought you.

your next stop is kitchen, to make some coffee. a little unlocking sound comes from the front door when you reach for your coffee mug and you lift your head, rushing to the door to see him.

aemond steps in, closes the door, and opens his arms for you when he sees you. you practically throw yourself on him, wrap your arms around his neck like a little koala and press a gentle kiss on his lips. you greet him with a sweet voice and lead him to the kitchen by holding his hand.

"are you ready to hear the big news? the most tiring, unbearable, and stressful week of my life is finally over!" you say with a cheerful voice. "would you like a cup of coffee?"

he nods to your question, watches you with a little smile on his face. "well, i'd hate to remind you but for the last 2 months you say that after every week."

you frown but it's fake. "yes, but... i feel good now that another week has finished."

he approaches closer, holds your face, and kisses your forehead. "i'm so proud of you."

you blush slightly. he always says this, always knows how to make you feel better. it's such a lovely feeling to hear these words, especially from someone you care about.

"thank you." you say with a sweet smile.

"you can finally spend a few days resting then, hmm? we should make the best of it." he says.

you brush a quick kiss on his cheek. "we can just lay on the couch and watch a movie." you say. "you know, quality time."

he smiles and nods. "you choose the movie, i'll be right back changing my clothes."

you take the coffee mugs and walk into the living room. the couch looks so comfortable now that you don't have to do anything besides having a rest. you put the mugs on the coffee table, take the blanket on the couch and pull the soft material on your body.

you end up choosing a random movie that neither you nor aemond would probably enjoy. it's just for some background noise, your eyes are closing anyway. you take a sip from your mug, waiting for aemond to start the movie.

aemond walks in with a simple white shirt and black sweatpants on him. he looks at the tv screen and turns to you with a questioning look. "you chose that?"

you chuckle lightly. "just for some noise, i'm not in the mood for serious movie time. i'll probably fall asleep on you in ten minutes."

he nods, comes closer, and sits next to you on the couch. he drinks his coffee as you almost finish yours and you try to focus on the movie which has possibly the worst dialogues you've ever heard.

a few minutes later, he can't stop himself. "i think that movie can be the worst option even for background noise, baby."

"well, i could've done better than choosing this." you shrug.

you spend a few minutes more just drinking coffee and watching the ridiculous movie, mocking it, making jokes. you finish your coffee and put your mug on the coffee table. aemond does the same after you and lays on the couch, his back on the comfortable pillows. he opens his arms for you, a silent invite for you to relax into him.

you accept the lovely invitation by settling up closer to his body. you stay on top of him, your legs on either side of his thighs and your head on his chest. you wrap your arms around him and exhale softly, his fingers rub the soft flesh of your thighs as he tries to place you on his body in a comfortable position.

you can't help but squirm against him, you can almost feel him between your legs and the pressure starts being a little too much. you lift your hips and settle down again, earning a soft groan from aemond.

"i thought you were tired, hmm?" he asks with a tempting voice, clearly understands what you want to do.

"yes, but the coffee will keep me awake for a little while, you know that." you say, looking up to him with big eyes. "i just want to feel you, i'm tired to do anything else anyway."

he smiles affectionally, nods and holds your waist. "alright. if my pretty baby wants to feel me, i should give her exactly what she wants."

he lifts your -his- shirt just a little, only enough to pull your panties to the side. you are slightly wet from the friction, but he knows you need to be more ready for him to not be sore afterwards. he puts two fingers on your lips and guides them into your mouth.

you accept his fingers attentively, coating them with saliva and he is quick to rub his fingers on your cunt after he pulls them from your mouth. you help him pull his sweatpants until he can hold his cock in his other hand, he strokes himself until he is ready.

you start taking his cock inside with a soft moan, arching your waist slowly. "a little more, just a little."

he holds your hand and kisses the back of it, encouraging you to stay relaxed. "come on, baby. you'll like it deeper, hmm? you can take it."

you nod, taking him inside you in a lovely angle. you wait a few seconds to adjust, he holds your waist, and you put your head on his chest again now that you are more comfortable. feeling him deep inside you always brings contentment, makes you feel safe and grounded.

"is this good for you?" you ask with a small voice.

"this is perfect for me." he answers.

aemond loves staying inside you like this, there's no rush, only your warmth that surrounds him. he holds you on his chest and rubs your back, strokes your hair until you almost close your eyes under his touch.

he cups your cheek with one hand, touches your bottom lip with his thumb. his other hand stays on the back of your head, rubbing the tense spot there.

"i'm gonna fall asleep."

"it's fine, sweetheart. we can stay like this as long as you want, just close your eyes." he says, his voice soft and caring, a tone he only uses with you.

he brushes his thumb on your bottom lip again and you part your lips, taking his finger in your mouth. you slowly suck his thumb as you close your eyes, melt into him, and trust him with your body.

"there you go. my pretty baby, you deserve a good sleep, hmm? you tire yourself too much, it's only fair." he whispers as you let go of yourself and fall asleep on him.

it doesn't take long for him to sleep as well, he almost loses himself to the feeling of your warm tightness. the movie in the background keeps playing, but aemond doesn't care. he doesn't care about anything else besides you and your comfort.

in the late hours of the day, you find contentment in his hold, just allowing yourself to focus on him and only him. nothing else matters.

[miothle]

Let's raise the stakes, shall we?♠️🦚

if you look closely, you'll see some familiar faces👀

[sylvaridreams]

Rips off my shirt to reveal I'm wearing another shirt that days I ❤️ CHARACTERS THAT SUCK

[ssenza]

It is calming to see something familiar in another

inspo x x