#youre my only hope

[somethingsteff]

I'm anxious for the election in the states tomorrow (GO VOTE, EVERYONE, PLEASE) so to distract myself I'm going to try my hand at smutty, political obikin drabbles. Send me your prompts and let's find out together where this goes!

[vancruejovi]

Guys I wanna do some art study sketches but my brain is melted at the minute and I’ve forgotten every person I’ve even known ever. Any suggestions for people/characters to draw? 😭

[much-ado-about-whomst]

Underground by Cody Fry is a ETN Securitywaiter song.

- ETN Securitywaiter anon

Anon, I'm not quite seeing your vision.

I had to listen to the song a few times (I've never heard it before) and its such a fun song. I love it.

And I'm def getting some vibs but I'm not seeing what you see

[lozeyart]

Hey this is a bit of an odd ask but does anyone have a bootleg recording of the 2022-2023 national tour of the Legally Blonde musical? I would love to get my hands on it if at all possible!

[protectionsquad24601]

And where is the 'young soldiers in the US Navy in the 1950s' au?? Because

[everhaunting]

I started late but I wanna max out. Boop a girl out? Help me reach maximum boopocity.

[the-goblin-babe]

Guys I need help I'm trying to find my favourite kotor 2 fanfic and I don't remember what it's called and I can't find it 😭

So I think it's a one shot and I think it was on AO3, its Atton/Exile smut but it's smut with feeling. It's after the fight with kreia on malachor, atton has a robot hand after the fight with sion and is struggling to use it. He like breaks a glass with it accidentally I think then cries? He's really struggling over all and the exile comforts him then they fuck in the cockpit.

It's driving me crazy not being able to find it, please help

[marxstradamus]

*spock voice* Keptin, we're reaching levels of executive dysfunction that shouldn't be possible. It defies all logic.

[pygmeys]

fruits and veggies save me... ..

[sophaeros]

panadol isnt kicking in so the only thing that can cure my cramps is arctic monkeys videos

[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.

[somethingsteff]

May I request dirty talk featuring “talk elections to me”?

Sweet friend, a person after my own heart. I hope this lives up to your expectations!

Anakin gasped and clenched down on the hard length inside him.

“Come on, baby, answer the question,” Obi-Wan all but growled into his ear.

“Ungh, it's, uhhhhh.” Anakin scrambled to find the answer. Everything seemed to float just out of reach of his brain. “270! They need 270 votes to win the election!”

A hand cracked down on his ass on the next deep thrust.

“Good boy.” Obi-Wan had the audacity to still sound under control, for the most part. “Such a good boy. That's right. And who casts those votes?”

Anakin screwed his eyes shut tight. When he first got the courage to flirt with his Current Government and Politics TA it had seemed like a good idea. He’d figured that even if Obi-Wan didn't reciprocate his feelings he'd still get some, admittedly much-needed, help and then never agree to register for one of Padme's poly sci courses again. But he'd gotten more than he bargained for.

“The-” he rocked back as much as Obi-Wan's grip on his hips allowed. “The Electoral Collegeee.”

“Right again, baby.” The thrusts got faster. “Even though it's not called the Electoral College in our Constitution, the Founding Fathers designed it as a compromise between-” Obi-Wan's control started slipping, his voice going tight and strained, and he had to pause in his lecture. “A compromise between Congress voting on the President and qualified citizens casting their popular vote.”

Anakin nodded his head absent-mindedly. That, he knew. It was something Padme had told him during their first year at University of Coruscant. He had been - and still was - outraged at the idea of only qualified citizens being allowed to vote.

He was brought back to the moment when he felt Obi-Wan suddenly stop, buried to the hilt.

“Noooo, Obi-Wan, please! You said!”

“What'd I say, darling?”

“You said you'd h-help teach me!” He wiggled his hips and clenched his hole. If he couldn't get Obi-Wan to move he'd at least revel in the feel of him pressing against his inner walls, filling him up so he thought he could feel it in his stomach.

“I did, dear one. I am. But you weren't listening, were you?”

“I was, Obi-Wan! I promise!”

“What was I saying?”

Anakin let a whine rip out of his throat. He needed Obi-Wan to move. When he didn't, Anakin rushed to get the words out. “We have the Electoral College because Congress wanted to select the President themselves but the Founding Fathers thought that certain citizens should get to vote for them instead so they made this compromise and now we vote indirectly for the President and it's really stupid because sometimes the person we vote for doesn't end up getting elected because of how the system works out and- OH!”

Obi-Wan started moving again, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into him with as much force as he could muster.

“Fuck. Good boy, Anakin, that's so good.” Obi-Wan's mouth brushed against the shell of his ear. “Such a good boy for me, did so well. And did you vote?”

“YES!” Anakin let out a wail as his arms finally collapsed and he fell forward onto his chest and shoulders, the only thing keeping his knees from sliding out from under him because of Obi-Wan's thrusts were calloused hands biting into his hips.

When Anakin answered Obi-Wan let out an almost inhuman growl, bending over to press his chest to the sweaty back in front of him and letting one of his hands wander to grasp Anakin's bobbing length.

“That's it, baby, so good. Being good and voting. Taking me so well.”

“Please, I'm so close,” Anakin whimpered.

“Yeah, go on darling. Cum for me. Cum on my cock.”

Obi-Wan expertly worked his hand over Anakin, thumbing at his slit right as he slid home with a resonating slap. Anakin couldn't hold himself back any longer, his orgasm spreading through his limbs and roaring in his ears. As his body tensed and spasmed he felt Obi-Wan's rhythm stutter and stopped as he pushed in a final time before filling Anakin.

They fell to the side, still wound together, panting as they came down from their mutual highs.

“Thank you for the extra study session, Obi-Wan.” Anakin couldn't keep the teasing smile off his face and he was sure that Obi-Wan heard it in his voice.

“Brat.” Obi-Wan slipped out of him and pressed a thigh between Anakin's legs. “But I'm always happy to help a student in need.”

[inflagrante-delicatessen]

save me hot compress

hot compress save me

[wewontbesleeping]

the weirdest fucking thing to me is how men will be like "it's so hard being a man. no one cares that i'm sad. the loneliness we experience could NEVER be understood by a woman" and then also be like "btw i never talk to my friends and i don't know their names and i love hanging out with men because they don't talk about their stupid emotions all the time. women could never understand a bond like this." like ???

[ruporas]

dragon meat, you, and me

[giantkillerjack]

Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".

[plain-text version of this post can be found under the cut]

Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"

And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".

Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.

At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.

So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!

Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!

Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!

Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.

Plain-text version:

Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".

Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"

And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".

Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.

At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.

So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!

P.S. Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!

Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!

Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.