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up-to-some-good · 4 months

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Traditions (7/9)

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December 1977

James Potter was done. He was done with the longing glances and pining from afar. Done with the soft touches and blushing cheeks. If he and Lily could get their shit together in time for the Christmas holidays, then there was no reason Sirius and Remus couldn't do the same. The annual Potter Christmas Eve party was coming up fast, and James was determined that his brother would be attending with Remus Lupin on his arm.

It was the last night of term before the students went home for Christmas. The Gryffindor common room was packed with people, food, and drinks. The party, James thought, was the perfect opportunity for some well-intentioned meddling. He tried to get Lily to join him on his scheming, but she had denied him, arguing that they would "figure it out themselves" and that "meddling would only cause problems". Whatever. He knew what he was doing, and Peter would be a perfectly adequate assistant.

Plan A: Get Sirius to Drunkenly Confess

James spent the evening plying Padfoot with drinks, trying to get him drunk enough that he would either get into his feelings and confess everything to Remus, or get extra touchy and finally make the first move. It was a foolproof plan.

Except that it wasn't. He forgot to account for Remus, who looked after Sirius at all times, and kept swapping Sirius's drinks for water, keeping him hydrated and barely even tipsy. Remus himself was staying sober for the evening, so Plan B (Get Remus to Drunkenly Confess) also went out the window.

Plan C: Spin the Bottle

James got Peter to suggest the game to avoid suspicion. It didn't work, as Lily narrowed her eyes at him immediately, but Sirius and Remus seemed none the wiser. He tried to place them strategically in the circle, encouraging Sirius to sit next to Mary so he'd be directly across from Remus, but Remus refused to cooperate and planted himself on Sirius's other side.

The game did not go well. At least, not for James. He watched Sirius kiss three different people in their year as Remus scowled at them, and then had to watch his own girlfriend kiss some Ravenclaw fifth year, at which point he ended the game. Peter, on the other hand, ended up spending the rest of the night dancing with Emmeline Vance after their first kiss in the circle. This, unfortunately, also left James without his assistant for the remainder of his schemes.

Throughout the night, he tried everything. He tried making them dance together, and dance with other people. He tripped Sirius three times, trying to get him to fall into Remus's arms. He suggested playing Truth or Dare and Never Have I Ever to no avail. He even tried persuading Mary to flirt with Sirius, but she only laughed and told him she didn't plan on pissing Remus off.

By the end of the night, James was seriously considering spiking one of their drinks with Veritaserum, when Lily came to sit by him. He buried her face in her neck and groaned in frustration as she wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"They're idiots," he said. "Complete idiots who are going to die alone."

Lily chuckled and pressed a kiss to his forehead before lifting his head and point him in Remus's direction.

"Just watch," she whispered.

So he did.

He watched Remus beckon Sirius over to him, near the entrance to the staircase. He watched Sirius smile as Remus said something about a new Christmas tradition, before taking his hand and walking him over to the stairs. Remus stopped there and gently touched Sirius's chin, tilting his head up to the ceiling, where he spotted a sprig of mistletoe. Sirius smiled even wider, then leaned up to meet Remus in a kiss, his hands tangling in golden curls.

"They did it," James whispered in amazement.

Lily hummed her agreement.

"All by themselves!" he added.

She hummed again and pulled him closer.

"I'm an idiot," he said, finally.

"You are," she responded. "But you're my favourite idiot."

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #jily #james potter #lily evans #wolfstar fic #marauders fic #get together #james can be dumb #but he means well #lily is the smart one #mistletoe #christmas fluff

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writer-of-various · 4 months

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Pierson: You know, when I first met you, I really didn’t like you.

Daniels, after a moment: …I thought there was going to be another half to that sentence?

Pierson: Nope!

#cod incorrect quotes #cod ww2 #call of duty #cod ww2 incorrect quotes #william pierson #ronald daniels #pierson rlly be like this #but he means well

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yourbuerokrat2 · 7 months

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Q: I have had a talk with the Continuum. We came to the conclusion, that the reason you are not doing what we told you to do during the last Trial is because you are simply faced with too many meaningless distractions on a daily basis.

Picard: What do you mean with 'meaningless distractions'?

Q: Your job, your missions, your crew, your goldfish.

But don't worry. I volunteered to take it upon myself to help you expand your mind and understanding of existence once again since you obviously seem to have trouble doing it alone.

#qcard #could also be #platonic qcard #Q just wants to help Picard #in his own way #and in ways Picard does not necessarily want to be 'helped' with sometimes #but he means well #and what is a bit of kidnapping and forcing someone to quit their job if it means the Trial is going to go much smother and the Continuum #won't be on Humanitys/Picards back so much #about possible extinction #the Continuum thinks it's a great idea #Humanity/Picard is getting the kick in the right direction he clearly seems to need #no longer wasting all his time on unimportant things #and Q is way too distracted to focus on his favorite new project/human/whatever Picard is to him #and leaves them alone and doesn't cause needlessly chaos #really it's a win-win-win situation #why is the human so grumpy about this?

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auburnlaughter · 23 days

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Plant Company please and thank you :D

Thank you for the ask! Here are three sentences for you.

WIP Wednesday Game - Plant Company (original story)

"It's true, Helen, you know it's true," Mr. Grange protested. "You're whip smart, and we don't want you throwing your career away because your kind heart led you astray!"

"Sorenson is right there!" Gatling snapped.

#wip wednesday game #my writing #plant company #gregory gatling #sticking his nose in where he probably shouldn't #but he means well

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alphysz · 1 year

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- But i don't wanna to... - It was a lovely saturday outside, the weather was warm with a cool breeze that (Y/n) wanted to feel the wind caressing their hair, even if it was just for 5 little seconds and then go back sadly to the endless pages of pure torture, TSUKISHIMA calls it 'chemistry', (Y/n) said it was bullshit and received a rude 'for dumb people like you maybe is'

- If you are just going to complain, then why did you aggreed to come when i told you explicitly it was just a study session? - The blonde retorted bitterly from the table he was currently (trying to) study at, he knew he shouldn't have invited the (H/c) for a simple subject review, he should have known this would happen given their nature... not very studious

'Who am i fooling' He thought annoyed and slight amused at their dumbness 'They probably never picked up a textbook of good will.'

- I thought it was just you weird and nerd way to invite me to a date! - Tsukishima felt his eyebrow twitch

- Who would call a brainless being like you out on a date? - Seeing you pouting, he gived a smug grin and went back to answering the questions of the simulation he was working on for the upcoming exams

- Meanie, so evil. wait till i tell 'Dashi all the suffering you put me throught - You said as you let out your last dramatic sigh and went back to concentrating on the book and the formulas. little did you know that Tsukishima from time to time peeked out of the corner of his eye at your form lying on his bed as you nibbled absently on the tip of his pencil that he lent you, although he felt a slight tinge of irritation that you bite his pencil, he can't help but let an unusually small affectionate smile spread across his face.

'Well, maybe you are not so wrong about the date thing.'

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illiana-mystery · 2 years

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That gradual smirk tho...

#i love this gif #he's only reacting like this because he won the argument #but he does also like that someone actually checked up on him #this is honestly the gif that defines harding's personality #he's stern and strict and stoic #but he means well #he really does care #and that's why i love this character #he's very relatable #and three dimensional #harding with the buzz cut #dr. harding hooten #monday mornings #episode 8 #my sweet alfredo #my heart #❤❤❤❤#alfred molina

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smallestapplin · 2 years

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can i just have some general hc stuff for maxie being a dad and his son??? pretty pls- also ur really cool and ur works are like amazing!

Ya know I never thought about it, but now that I have? WOOOBOAH. You want Maxie and his son? You gonna get it!

(Also the insult I was going for aas ‘built like a toad head ass’ but the remember they have Pokémon based toads.)

Asks are open!

🔥Maxie🔥

- Oh you grow up in a strict household but so spoiled.

- When you were a little toddler running around asking for your dad.

- Maxie could never say no.

- Team magma got use to seeing their stern, strict, authoritative boss walking around with one of those baby holders to his chest with you in it.

- One moment he is scolding grunts who stepped out of line, to cooing so sweetly at you.

- You get all you could ask for, Maxie would just give you the illusion that you worked for it.

- Like ‘clean your room and you’ll get that plush toy.’ Meanwhile he already bought it and was going to give it to you regardless.

- There were a few times he’d have to leave you behind at base, he never enjoyed those.

- He didn’t like leaving his baby boy behind.

- Or making you cry.

- Courtney and Tabitha learn that they aren’t your dad, so they can’t calm your sad down once Maxie leaves.

- Speaking of the admins nickname for you when your father was gone was ‘mini menace.’

- Courtney at least would call you ‘bub’ while Tabitha called you ‘little man’

- When you are taught very early on about science.

- You probably use to fall asleep to Maxie reading a book about atoms and ecosystems.

- To which Maxie quickly learns that now you can’t fall asleep without his ‘bedtime stories.’

- The admins have plenty of pictures of Maxie asleep with you curled up in his arms asleep on him, book in hand.

- Grunts who mistreat you are never seen or heard from again.

- Courtney has a home video of Maxie at his desk trying to eat and feed you, while also trying to have a philosophical conversation with 3 year old you.

- You didn’t understand anything he said but he took all your words to heart, no matter how wild.

- Maxie always checks in with you, he wants to make sure his son is happy and healthy.

- As you get older your studies grow and change with you.

- As much as he’d love for you to follow in his foot steps, he isn’t mad when you don’t.

- He does however like that you enjoy Pokémon battles, your partner Pokémon is a Numel.

- He teaches you the importance of loving your team.

- And it shines through when he sees how much you baby your Pokémon.

- Once you reach adulthood he will cry if you leave him.

- Like he understands. But that doesn’t make it easier on him, you’re his baby boy.😭

- You two most likely have a great bond.

- Sure he is a stiff old man.

- But he tries to understand you and bond with you no matter how old you get.

- This is a long way of saying he sat through watching demon slayer with you.

- He sat through watching you play video games.

- He was excited when you tried finding some to match his taste and two player nonetheless!

- When you kept buying party games or at least two player games he almost broke down crying.

- This man is so scared of not being a good dad to you that when you do this, to him it’s a way of saying you still love him and want to share things with him.

- His favorites to play with you are exploration games, or lore heavy games.

- He survived playing portal with you to learn about it and take in all the lore.

- “Dad it is three in the morning, go to bed.”

- “I cannot, I have to figure out EVERYTHING about that bitch GLaDOS.”

- You and Archie get along…fine? Better than him and your dad.

- But you have some of your dad’s mannerisms (who would’ve thought-) and Archie hates that.

- When Archie and him were having an argument (as the always do) and Archie over stepped by insulting him personally, all they could hear from a distance was.

- “The FUCK did you say about my dad you built like a Seismitoad BITCH.”

- Maxie has never seen Archie so offended.

- Even more so when you came around the corner ready to throw hands.

- You are the son of the team magma boss.

- You will not take bullshit sitting down.

- Archie has more respect for you cause he is built like a truck and you STILL came at him.

- Even if you don’t take over your father’s business.

- You love him and will do all you can for him.

- As he does you.

- Your father is a very sentimental person.

- It shows in the fact that he kept and preserved every gift you ever gave him.

- So you made him a scrapbook.

- Edges of pictures cut with wavy scissors, silly stickers, fun boarders, hand written notes to him.

- Like next to the picture would be your hand writing saying ‘number 1 dad! Isn’t he the greatest? :)’ or ‘I love you pops!’

- Small stuff like that.

- You’ve never seen you dad cry.

- While he taught you emotions were normal and okay to express, and you have expressed them.

- He never cried.

- Until on his birthday you handed him a present.

- And it was that scrapbook you filled the the brim with photos of you two and fun moments.

- He flipped through it, just sitting there in silence.

- He got to the end that had the biggest picture that was of you and him, it was arguably the simplest photo out of all of them.

- You just had your arm around him and you two were smiling, that was it.

- The note on the side was also simple just ‘I love you dad, happy birthday!’

- “Dad?”

- His shoulders started shaking and he just lowers his head into the book.

- “Hey dad, are you okay?” You were already sitting next to him so you put your arm around him.

- And he hugs you. You two have hugged countless times but you can hear him biting back is crying sounds.

- You hug him back.

- “I’m glad you like it! I had fun making it for you.”

- “It’s perfect, thank you.”

- Maxie loves his son, and he refuses to let anyone take that from him.

- The world may hate him for what he has done, but his son loves him and thinks highly of him.

- That’s all that matters.

#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokémon #pokemon fluff #pokemon maxie #pokemon dad maxie #platonic reader #he is a good dad #holds his phone two feet out in front of him #tryna read a meme you sent him #but he means well

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yami-the-outcast · 2 years

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I was feeling crappy so I wrote a sick-fic

I dunno, have this story about the first time that Panek actually got ill. I always love immortal characters facing the most mundane illnesses and being certain they’re dying, and I was feeling horrible so I did the mature thing and dumped my feelings on my characters.

When Panek woke up in the morning, he was fairly certain he was dying.

Some may have called that an exaggerated reaction to waking up with a stuffed-up nose and a cough, but for an immortal who'd been around since the earliest ages of humanity, it sure felt like he was.

Something like him, with his age and his abilities, simply didn't fall victim to common things like an illness! So for him to feel so odd, his head throbbing and his chest rattling with every breath, it wasn't normal!

For a moment he initially just lay there in bed, trying to process what was happening to him as he blinked in the light from the nearby window.

He had to get up... he had things he needed to do today, he couldn't just lay here all day! Even if he was feeling poorly, he was stronger than any puny mortal diseases!

The green-haired snake-man was quick to regret this as he forced himself to get up, tail hanging heavily between his legs as his world pitched under his feet almost the second they touched the floor.

Ah... head was hurting again… felt like he'd been clocked upside the head by a giant… Everything was cold too, much more than usual even in the morning…

His steps were slower than normal as he trudged off towards the kitchen, and despite his best efforts, he found himself swaying with every move.

"Ah, finally up sleepy-head?" Panek blinked slowly at the sound of Joseph's voice, giving a small hum in place of a real response, which caused the naga to frown slightly, "bad morning kiddo?"

Hmm, always funny when he heard the mortal say stuff like that, as though he wasn't far older than him… but the intent was always nice as well…

Panek shrugged in response, not sure he could trust his voice when he was feeling like this, opting to not admit how he felt in favor of trudging onward with his day. Something in the back of his head was whispering at him… telling him that he shouldn't say anything, showing weakness would lead to bad things... he couldn't fully grasp what that was or why, but it felt familiar… So for now, he'd continue as best he could.

The snake-man offered a small smile as he went to grab something quick to eat before heading outside, conscious of the concerned gaze on him the whole time. Even the sometimes oblivious older naga could tell something wasn't right, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it at the moment…

While patrolling around wasn't anything that he was expected to do, he usually included it in his morning routine all the same… a sweep around the area and then… then watching over Holly as she played around. A simple thing he did every day, no reason he couldn't do it today as well!

Though.. the light seemed brighter than usual, the air cooler against his skin in a way that seemed odd for a summer day…

Panek hadn't made it far into his lap around the reservation before the ache in his chest grew into a persistent cough, the immortal shuddering with every rough expulsion of air.

None of this was helping the throbbing of his head to say the least and despite his best efforts, he found himself needing to sit down for a moment, back against a tree until he could regain his breath.

Everything felt awful, too cold and too hot… How could anything make him feel like this? He never backed down from a fight, never let his injuries hold him down, but this was… How could he be brought down like this? Was something wrong with him? He didn't know anything about himself as a being, so this could be something more… The thought terrified him, that he could be facing an issue nobody could help him with…

He had to keep fighting this, keep going on! Laying down like this was giving in! He had a job to do!

With a grunt of effort, Panek forced himself to get back to his feet, ignoring the protesting of his body as he continued onward on his patrol.

That line of thinking, however… only got him so far…

Panek was sitting in the grass, watching the sweet little naga he adored play around when his body finally decided he was no longer capable of making his own decisions.

Chasing leaves and staring at clouds and odd bugs, Holly occasionally returned to him to show off the things she caught, earning a smile and a pat on the head each time.

She was sweet and gentle, a far cry from the little ones Panek had watched over before, who'd just as soon nuzzle up to him as gnaw on his tail.

He was grateful for that gentleness, for the moment of quiet for his aching head…

Holly had just mentioned being hungry, ready for lunch when worst came to worst.

Panek hauled himself to his feet, fully prepared to go inside and assist his sweet baby sister when his world went fuzzy, everything swaying around him, and his legs gave out under him to pitch him face-first into the grass.

Ah… Things weren't listening to him now… head was pounding in time to the beating of his heart in his ears, and his legs weren't doing what he wanted.

His arms refused to help him up, every limb unresponsive.

He could hear Holly crying, feel her shaking him, and he wanted to reassure the child he was fine. He just had to get his breath, he just needed a moment to collect himself was all… But nothing was listening to him now, all he could do was shiver as chills racked his body, shudder as he coughed.

He had to get back up! He had to… had to…

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The sound of their child crying could cause any parent to come running, and Joseph was no exception, bolting to scoop up his daughter when she came inside absolutely bawling.

Frantically the big naga looked her over, though found no injuries to speak of, and somewhere through her tears the words "Panek" and "not waking up" managed to reach his ears after a beat.

Though instinct was yelling at him to tuck the frightened child away, he knew she wouldn't be satisfied until she saw her brother was okay, so he settled for letting Holly curl up around his neck while he rushed outside to see just what had happened to the little protector.

Panek was alive, the shivering was enough of a sign of that, but the heat radiating off of the snake-creature's skin did nothing to ease Joseph's worry as he scooped him up into his arms.

Those usually bright eyes were half-lidded and dull, bright blue looking more like glassy marbles, and the way they barely reacted to his presence… Dread settled into the naga's stomach like a block of ice and he was quick to hurry back inside, calling for Suzi to help.

When Panek next awoke, he still felt awful.

His head still ached, his chest still felt sticky inside, and his nose was still clogged, but something was different.

He was back in bed, the soft cushion covered in blankets and pillows he adored so much, tucked firmly in with a cool cloth on his head.. And he wasn’t alone.

Holly was curled into his side, clinging to him even as she slept, and curled around them both was Joseph, who perked up when he heard a whine slip from Panek’s irritated throat.

“Ah-ah-no, no,” he was quick to keep the snake-creature from getting up, “thought you had more sense than to go out like this kid! You gave Holly and Suzie a hell of a scare. Didn’t even know something like you could get sick.”

Not that he himself had been frightened, no sir not at all.

Panek was quiet, though the furrowing of his brows and the look in his eyes spoke volumes as he glanced down at the little naga glued to his side.

Joseph sighed at this, shaking his head, “look.. I know you’ve got it in your head you’ve got to be on-call all the time, ready for whatever can happen.. But what would have happened if anything had come to hurt Holly when you were like this? You can’t protect anyone when you can barely stand!”

The immortal whined again at this, biting his lip before a few weak words slipped out, “‘m… not weak..,” he mumbled, voice raspy as he grimaced.

“Weak?” the naga seemed surprised at this, “you? Come on! Even the best of us need a sick day on occasion! Might not be easy to do things while you rest, but it’s better than you getting worse!”

He huffed as he ruffled the snake-creature’s hair, “take it from me kid, you’ve more than earned yourself a break, you don’t have to force yourself to keep going when you aren’t feeling good. Not like you’ll be in trouble if you can’t run around after Holly or fight off any hunters for a bit when you’ve been doing it since you got here.”

Panek wasn’t sure if the heat in his face was fever or embarrassment, but he felt a little silly now that he was here and not in the middle of the woods by himself…

He would have tried all the same, though with how horrible he felt he doubted he would have been able to do much against even a squirrel of all things. He really had been stupid about it all… stubborn as always eh? He could almost imagine his first master laughing at him for his foolishness… ugh…

His head hurt too much for him to dwell on his previous thoughts right now. He was tired… and while he still hurt, things still ached, and he was still thinking back on when he was underestimating the ability to breathe through his nose, but…

He felt better in some way despite it all, happy and content as he lay in bed, a feeling of safety washing over him from the thick coils that guarded him.

He could.. He could take a break.. At least for a little bit.. Until he felt better…

“S.. sorry..,” Panek mumbled as his eyes slid shut, unable to find the words to express how he was feeling, though as was usual by now Joseph could find the unspoken things his little protector was saying, the naga chuckling as he settled back down to watch over the two, “don’t worry about it, let someone else do the guarding for a bit,” those were the last things that reached the small immortals ears before he sank into blissful sleep.

#jj/ba naga au #Panek #He's a bit dumb #but he means well #Bruh really thought he was dying #In his defense he's never had to deal with this before #sick immortal having a bad time

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highseaskxng · 2 years

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As long as they continue to go on as they did..he was unsure if the war could ever stop so he figured he might as well try to settle some deal. He needed every country, every town, every small village prepared for not just the fatui but the abyss as well, but those were threats he himself would not make clear towards the general public in order to prevent a panic. Though he was rather impressed by how composed the priestess behaved.

BUT as for Sinbad himself, he could not behave..at least not in the professional sense. Regardless of what trouble this might put him in with the woman herself or the guards that protected the room Sinbad still reaches forward taking a hold of her hand, his hold was gentle despite having bigger hands as his amber hues focused upon her own hues. “My lady, I’ve traveled towards many countries and quite honestly I’m rather tired of the divinity between our nations. Creating a branch within Watatsumi or even just trading with you would hopefully bring our countries together.”

His words possessed so much genuine vigor as he appeared as an altruist. “I, Sinbad plans on trading with all the nations across Teyvat in hopes of building bridges between the nations. I am not entirely sure of what Schneznaya has planned for the world but I can tell their plans are only succeeding because we do not look out for one another, I intend to bring about that change. So what do you say my lady? Take a step into this new world I’m trying to build and align yourself with Sindria.”

continue from here / @yoakenouta

#❛ rp ━ you don't have a future cause you smell of death.#❛ crossover ━━ we're both the same we reek of the stench.#❛ genshin ━━ it's so odd how these puny archons think they're God.#yoakenouta #forgive sinbad he's a kind of flirt #XD #but he means well

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survivoirs · 2 years

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Sharky sends his Parole Officer a Christmas, Chanukah and Kwanzaa card around the holidays to cover all the basis because he doesn’t know what the guy celebrates and doesn’t want to assume.

#he's a dumbass #but he means well #HEADCANONS. [ burn baby burn disco inferno - Sharky ]

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endusviolence · 1 month

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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.

#transgender #trans history #transsexual #transphobia #Magnus Hirschfeld #holocaust #holocaust denial #book burning #j.k. rowling #jk rowling #just in case you missed what i mean by all this: go fuck yourself anon :)#trans people have always existed #and we will always exist #if you really wanna pick a fight with me over well-documented history then you better bring in some sources to back your shit #queer history #queer #lgbt+#lgbta+#lgbt #lgbt history #edit: i finally got around to those damn image IDs. i am so very sorry for totally forgetting that's my bimbo moment of the month #also real quick i thought about adding an image of the actual building but the only one i can find has a Nazi parade in front of it #it was taken the day of the book burning raid and honestly if i were to include it then i'd add it to the first few paragraphs #and i think the story's better told when you uphold the hope Magnus Hirschfeld and all the researchers he worked with had #also keeps being brought up: yes Hirschfeld was a eugenicist. it was a popular belief set that was only discredited after WW2 #Hirschfeld died in 1935. he literally didn't live long enough to see science turn against those beliefs and practices #considering how he changed his mind on transitions i like to think he would've changed his mind on eugenics too if he'd lived

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