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avatrice + kiss on the back of the hand?

[ava + some friends, more outside pov (in the future!) for @unicyclehippo]

despite the fact that physical therapy is boring, and not at all your favorite activity, you like your therapist, brian, and at least you’ve gotten to consistently schedule it early enough in the morning you don’t miss your bridge group. and you’ve been compliant — mostly; you did spend more time on your feet last week than you were supposed to, but your grandson was visiting and you would never let him leave without having his favorite brisket and matzoh ball soup — and have done the exercises brian gives you to do at home every day.

the physical therapy gym is mostly boring, more — and you hate to say it — old people, like you, recovering from total knee or total hip replacements, and a few young athletes. your son, ezra, drops you off and picks you up twice a week; sometimes his husband, marcus, fills in and he always takes you to get donuts afterward, your little secret. today you sit at the table you always start at, your walker steady and almost unnecessary at this point, and a young woman, exhausted-looking and the kind of pretty that could easily belong in a party when you were young, sitting in a sleek wheelchair by the table, smiles gently across you. you’re early by a few minutes — ezra is wonderful, but he’s a bit wound up all the time — so you smile back. ‘i’m ruth,’ you say.

‘hi.’ the young woman seems happy to talk, cheerful. ‘i’m ava.’

‘very exciting beginning to your morning, it seems like.’

she groans. ‘ugh, tell me about it. my partner barely woke up in time to drive me here.’

you laugh. ‘not a morning person?’

ava rolls her eyes. ‘no, not at all. i love mornings though, even if they’re at physical therapy.’

‘it’s not so bad,’ you tell her. ‘have you done it before?’

‘not really.’ she shrugs. ‘i have some chronic spine stuff from a car accident when i was younger, and my doctors have tried… a lot, so we’re hoping this helps everything.’

‘i hope it’ll help.’ you gesture to your walker. ‘total hip replacement. from being old.’

ava’s smile is bright. ‘kinda cool, to get old, though, huh? and to have as cool of clothes as you do? i can only hope the same for myself, one day.’

it’s sweet, and sincere, and aching under the surface. ‘it is wonderful, to get to grow old. and —‘ you wink — ‘to get to be better dressed than everyone around you.’

‘hell yeah.’ she looks at her own hoodie and joggers. ‘i usually am better dressed than this, or, at least, more fun; i just had surgery last week.’

‘well, when you’re feeling better, i’m sure i’ll be very impressed.’

‘i don’t know about that.’ ava blushes a little, and you’re delighted. ‘i think my partner is probably the better dressed of the two of us; she’s very chic. but i’m fun!’

‘fun is the most important part. especially when you’re an old lady.’

she laughs and then brian walks up, says hi to you, and you wave. ‘good luck, ava. i’ll talk to you soon.’

‘for sure,’ she tells you enthusiastically.

you’re waiting on a bench in front of the physical therapy gym in the warm sunshine — not too hot, not too cold, perfect — when ava walks toward you, slowly and with a cane, but walking.

‘is this seat taken?’

‘for a pretty girl like you? absolutely not.’

she laughs, bright and warm. ‘ruth, you flirt.’

‘i’m old.’ she sits gingerly and it makes you hurt for her, just a little — not that she needs any mobility aids, but because it’s clear she’s in pain. ‘i get to flirt whenever i want.’

‘oh, is that how it works?’

‘absolutely,’ you tell her sagely.

‘well, other than me, of course, let me know if there are any crushes i should know about? i love drama, and my life is, both tragically and fortunately, drama free right now.’

‘well, sean in my bridge group, and david from shul. oh, and lee from my favorite cafe i go to for lunch.’

‘hmm, pros and cons? or are we playing the field?’

you laugh, and you tell her about sean’s clever hands, the beautiful way david reads scripture, how lee always offers you half his reuben. ava listens attentively, like she really cares, and, after she asks a thoughtful series of questions about how to play bridge — my girlfriend would probably demolish at this game, honestly — you understand that she really does care; she really does want to know you. so you ask her questions too; her partner’s name is beatrice, and she is, according to ava, beautiful and kind and exacting; ava grew up mostly in spain and is a bartender, which she loves, and they live in a house on the beach because beatrice, apparently, works in consulting all over europe, and also enjoys teaching aikido. ‘she has four black belts,’ ava says, and fans herself. it makes you laugh, and when marcus drives up in his practical, nice bmw hybrid, you pat her hand.

‘see you tuesday, ruth.’

‘enjoy your weekend, ava.’

ava’s walking better on tuesday, and she sits next to you without asking this time, after you’re both finished. she fishes around in her crossbody bag and then holds out her hand, some candy with wrappers in mandarin on her palm. ‘they’re plum candies. they’re beatrice’s favorites, so i thought i was being sweet, but, i kinda went overboard and ordered, like, enough for a small army.’

you laugh but take one — you would never turn down an offered sweet; something of a communion — and open it while ava does the same. it’s wonderful: flavorful and sweet and a little sour, and you tell ava that.

‘ugh, i know,’ she says. ‘i don’t think bea had had them for a really long time; she cried the other day.’ ava smiles, like she’s trying not to laugh. ‘it was very sweet. a little dramatic, but i get it. i kind of go crazy for panellets.’

‘well, i’m making babka tomorrow, how about i bring you both some thursday?’

‘ruth, that’s too much.’

‘i love to share food,’ you say. ‘really, it’s part of the job description of a bubbe. they only let you in if you share your babka.’

ava rolls her eyes but then she nods. ‘i would really love that.’

ezra drives up, and you stand — easily, now, without pain and much stiffness — and wave.

your babka turns out as good as it always does — the best at shul, despite the fact that yael claims hers is better — and you place a few carefully in a tupperware to bring to ava, who seems a little wilted when she sits next to you. she waves you off when you look concerned.

’no big deal,’ she says. ‘just didn’t sleep too well last night. but! now i’m going to eat the world’s best babka and nap after bea drops me off. do you think i could convince her to nap with me?’

‘depends on why you didn’t sleep well last night.’

it takes ava a minute but then she laughs, brightening immediately. ‘ruth!’

‘you’re young, you should be having fun.’

‘oh, we have fun.’ ava grins. ‘don’t worry.’

‘well, speaking of fun,’ you say, ‘a few of my friends and i go to this water aerobics class at the country club together, every wednesday. i’m sorry if i was eavesdropping, but i heard kayvon tell you that some water therapy might be helpful? it’s really quite fun.’

‘that sounds awesome, honestly. i just got cleared to drive myself next week, so i would love that!’

you don’t bother to mention that everyone in the class is over seventy, mostly because you don’t really care, but, also, ava doesn’t seem to care, at all, that you’re at least fifty years older than her: you’re friends, and she’s kind, and bright.

once again, marcus is there to pick her up before her ride, but you give her your number — and you add her on facebook, because that’s easier for you sometimes — before you leave. you send her the details later that day, and she responds with a few emojis you don’t understand, but that your grandson laughs at when you show him. good enough.

‘i didn’t know, really, what to wear to water aerobics,’ ava says, happily sitting on the edge of the pool with you. she has on a simple red one-piece, her hair tied up in a bun, although short pieces escape. the back dips low and you see multiple scars, some faded and one new, and painful looking; ava’s light often makes you forget why you first met.

‘this is great,’ you tell her. you gesture to your brightly colored, polka dotted tankini. ‘you can spice it up however much you want. just wait until you meet angela.’

as if on cue, angela, tall and Black and striking, walks in, with her perpetually perfect close cropped hair, in a pair of heels and draped in an elegant silk coverup over a royal blue bikini. ‘whoa,’ ava says, and it’s so earnest it makes you laugh.

‘listen,’ ava says, ‘i’m bi, queer, and, yeah, i have a partner who is so so so beautiful, like, god, this morning she came home from surfing and used our outdoor shower — thank god for her trust fund, am i right? — but… ruth, i have eyes.’ she looks over to you. ‘you have eyes too, right? like, no offense to sean and david and lee, but… angela is stunning, okay?’

‘she is,’ you grant her, mostly because you’re amused. angela walks over and smiles, gracious and perfect, and you gesture to ava, who gulps. ‘angela, ava. ava, angela.’

‘hello, ava,’ angela says. ‘ruth says that she’s quite fond of you from physical therapy.’

‘yeah,’ ava says, a little stunned. ‘that’s — that’s really kind, ruth.’

‘we don’t invite just anyone to water aerobics. it’s an exclusive club.’

‘other than courtney,’ angela grumbles.

’well, true,’ you admit. ‘but she’s not part of lunch. ava, next week, you should come join us.’

‘i would love that,’ she says. ‘beatrice will too, i’ll make sure of it.’

you laugh, and angela waves to rosa and farha when she sees them. class goes great; ava seems, when you look over at her a few times, to enjoy it a lot. even though you hadn’t really worried that ava would feel out of place, any nagging feelings are assuaged when she gets out of the pool and wraps a towel around her shoulders, carefully moves on the wet floor with a cane.

‘i told bea i’d be home soon,’ she says, ‘and she gets kinda nervous when i’m late. but! i’ll see you at therapy tomorrow, and i’ll definitely plan on lunch next week.’ she hesitates for a moment and then gives you a hug, which fills you with a very particular kind of warmth. ‘thank you, for inviting me.’

‘of course, ava. see you tomorrow.’

you see ava at therapy and you think, for the most part, she’s improving: you haven’t seen her wheelchair in months, and she still uses her cane, but you think it’s mostly because it feels safer, especially if she’s sore. you start going once a week but it doesn’t really matter, because she comes to water aerobics in increasingly fun swimsuits, including a purple stripped bikini that makes even angela whistle. ‘oh, to be young again,’ she had said, and ava had blushed.

‘so, how did you meet beatrice?’ margot asks, back from her annual trip to florida.

ava puts down her fork and smiles, so soft. ‘work, in spain. a job i didn’t even want, even. but, even from when we first met, she’s always just been so kind. we spent a sabbatical together, one summer, and that’s when i really fell in love with her.’

‘love at first sight, then?’ angela grins.

‘maybe not quite,’ ava says, then laughs. ‘i was… difficult, back then. obviously, i’m a total angel now.’

you roll your eyes and farha says, ‘oh, sure.’

‘we’ve been through a lot,’ ava says, softer and very sincere. ‘she’s — she’s the best person i know.’

‘well we need to meet her,’ you decide, even though you’ve been meaning to ask them both to shabbat soon anyway. ‘bring her to lunch friday?’

‘if that’s okay with everyone? i guarantee she has exceedingly good manners, much much better than mine.’

‘low bar,’ rosa says.

‘ha ha, very funny.’ ava tries her best not to smile but then does anyway, brighter than the noon sun overhead outside.

you’re just sitting down at the table, one extra seat this week, when ava perks up and then stands, steady and even, and you see who you know, from pictures ava has shown you, is beatrice, smiling a little nervously. ‘hi, baby,’ ava says, and beatrice takes ava’s hand and gently places a kiss to her knuckles, like a genuine knight.

‘absurd,’ angela whispers from next to you, and you try not to laugh loud enough for them to hear you, because they’re young but they’re not that young: they have a home together, and you know, from the few things ava has mentioned privately, usually on days that are too, too bright, things have been hard, and they’ve had to spend time apart in the past, and ava is thankful.

‘hello, everyone,’ beatrice says, her accent and posture extremely formal, in contrast to her casual but still, somehow, smart black hoodie and white sweatshorts and birkenstocks. her hair is in a messy bun, a few strands escaping that ava happily pushes behind her ears, and a big tattoo sitting above her left knee; she’s muscular and strong, but there are freckles spread across her cheeks and, when ava smiles at her, she softens, entirely. they are young, and, even though ava has shown you pictures, you’re still struck, in the moment, by how much they fit.

there’s a chorus of hi, beatrice and it’s so good to meet you and ava talks about you all the time, but beatrice takes it all in stride, a happy little smile on her face. you understand, quickly, that they fit, the same way you and aaron had, so long ago: ava is loud and overwhelmingly bright, enthusiastic and generous with all of her affection, and beatrice is quietly funny, whip smart, and thoughtfully attentive to ava. she turns and listens, fully, to whoever is talking, and knows about rosa’s birding, and the shrine farha talks about in lahore, and the new podcast angela is listening to. she’s impressive, as a person, and ava seems distinctly aware of it, basking, a little, in being chosen by someone so special.

‘sorry i’m underdressed,’ beatrice says after you order. ‘i was surfing this morning, and then had to jump on a work call, and i didn’t want to be late.’

‘everything okay?’ ava checks.

‘yes,’ beatrice says, soothes a hand along ava’s thigh and then squeezes her knee. ‘nothing of concern.’

ava squints. ’were you just asleep? you wouldn’t lie to me, right?’

beatrice pauses. ‘i was — well, catching up on some sleep, when camila called.’

ava barks a laugh. ‘bea is the sleepiest person i know.’

‘sleep is one of the great pleasures of life,’ angela says, regal and finite in her statement, ‘among other things in bed.’

beatrice grins while ava blushes. ‘now i know why you like coming to these classes and lunches so much,’ beatrice says, shooting angela a wink. ‘you do have a type.’

‘ah, and what a type it is,’ ava says, sighing for effect, seemingly recovered from her momentary emabrassment.

at the end of lunch, you do invite them to shabbat, and beatrice asks your favorite kind of kosher wine.

‘okay, you are all sworn to secrecy,’ ava says, leaning forward at the table. it’s not particularly quiet, because farha’s hearing aides can only do so much, and rosa flat out refuses to wear any, but there’s no on important around you anyway.

‘wonderful,’ angela says.

‘i love a secret,’ you agree.

‘well.’ ava lets out a big breath. ‘beatrice and i are going to switzerland, next week, to the alps, where we spent our first summer together, and i —‘ she shakes her head — ‘this feels so crazy, but i’m going to propose.’

it sends the whole table into a flurry of excitement, asking about ava’s plan — a hike, the one they would go on every tuesday together, slowly and for fun — and the ring ava had picked out — beautiful, and elegant, and perfect, you think — and, ‘do you think she’ll say yes?’

ava gulps. ‘i know she wants to spend her life with me.’ she sounds sure, and calm, despite her fingers nervously fidgeting with her napkin. ‘she was… very religious, for a long time, so, like, she’s always been really accepting of other same sex marriages, but i think it’s taken her a minute to get her to feel ready for, like, our own very queer marriage. sacrament, and all that, i guess.’ she shakes her head. ‘but anyway, yes! i think she’s ready. i think she really wants to get married.’

her smile is gentle, serene, and you had watched beatrice — in neat linen, her hair long and swept over her shoulder, fight her way through eating multiple bites of gefilte fish last friday, even though it was clear she hated it, and say prayers in hebrew, quietly. ava had been in her chair; you hadn’t asked, and neither had anyone from shul or your family, but beatrice had made sure that she had everything she needed, unobtrusive and practiced. ava had been, unexpectedly, the life of the party, charming everyone with her laugh and her silly puns and a very spirited debate with your granddaughter about women’s soccer. they’re a pair, you understood, very clearly: at the end of the night, ava had encouraged beatrice, gently, to take extra kugel along with the challah and chicken you’d already put in tupperware for them; beatrice had gotten their sweaters from the closet and handed ava’s to hers with a kiss to her forehead, tender and private, a moment that had belonged just to them.

‘we’ll all be eagerly awaiting the engagement photographs,’ angela says with sure gravitas.

‘post them on facebook,’ you tell her, and ava laughs, but she promises, later, when you give her a hug, that she will.

‘thank you, for inviting us,’ you tell ava, a bit in awe, if you’re being honest, of their house. she bounces around happily, and angela just looks at you with a raised brow for a moment. there are bright red and gold decorations everywhere, and beatrice walks over with a neat bun and beautiful jacket, embroidered so elegantly even angela seems a little in love with it.

’happy new year,’ she says, and you both give her a hug as you return the sentiment, then shows you to their kitchen, with a spread of chinese food that smell so, so good, and then gestures out to the open-air doors and patio that overlooks the ocean. ‘help yourselves to whatever you want. ruth, there are plenty of dishes that i made sure meet all kosher standards; they should be labeled. and there’s plenty of seating, and come find me if you need anything.’ she pauses. ‘or ava, but she gets a little… activated when we have a lot of people over.’

‘so, did we know how rich they were?’ angela says, loading her plate with everything she can after beatrice walks away to greet more guests.

‘not this rich.’

you both wait a beat and then laugh, and you find seats by the railing; your hip doesn’t hurt at all anymore. ava finds you both eventually and steals an egg roll from your plate with a laugh. ‘i’ll get you another one,’ she promises. ‘and, i just wanted to say, thanks for being my friends. i know it’s silly, but the water aerobics have really helped me feel better — and much less bored — when my mobility has been limited. and i love hearing about your lives, and sharing mine. i just —’ she scrubs her hand along the back of her neck, her hair neatly trimmed to her chin, fluttering in the breeze. ‘i went a long time without great role models.’

it’s so sincere and so touching. angela sniffles and you fish a hanky from your purse and hand it to her; she dabs her eyes.

‘don’t call us old,’ she says, voice breaking, and ava laughs.

‘i could’ve called you my adoptive grandmothers, so count your blessings.’

you roll your eyes when she takes a big, smiling bite of her (your) egg roll. ‘you are a blessing,’ you tell her.

ava swallows her bite and then leans to hug you, tight and sincere. ‘thank you,’ she whispers.

‘happy new year, ava.’

‘yeah,’ she says, a little teary but with a huge smile. ‘happy new year.’

#we have been talking abt ava & her bubbe for... Months !! lol #finally got to it #ava & the gals #ft sleepy bea #wn #warrior nun fic #avatrice #avatrice fic #prompts #also happy lunar new year!!!! this is the new year they're attending fyi if that isn't clear lol #also yes ava's type rly is like exacting smartly dressed women who are in fact taller than her

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topnotchquark · 2 months

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We're back with some Boarding School AU. It's Cele/Bezz, but since it's from Cele's perspective he's also doing his own weird girl thing. It's technically fluff. Probably the longest thing I have written in this au. Enjoy! (Asks open, come and talk to me about it):

Cele got back to his dorm after the evening practice feeling like he could sleep for an eternity. He had mostly cooled off on his walk back from the field but still decided to take a quick shower. He was desperately hoping to squeeze in a quick nap before dinner. When he got to the showers he was surprised to see a throng of boys clamouring for the same 10 little cubicles at this odd hour. It took him a moment before he realised, it was the evening of the term's first Social.

Once or twice a term they let girls from the nearby sister school come over for an evening. Drab dance music would blare on the auditorium speakers with the playlist being strictly monitored by the most geriatric of teachers to ensure nary a spot of fun could be had. They would serve slop for dinner that was marginally better than the daily routine. Of course the whole point of the affair for everyone was to dodge the prying eyes of teachers, try and gain the attention of the girls, maybe have some real fun.

Luca had once jokingly told Cele that he thought they called it Socials because the boys were in desperate need of Socialization. Atleast Cele thought Luca was joking, given that he never stopped wearing his deadpan expression. At this moment though, looking the boys in the queue for the showers, Cele couldn't help but agree, the attempt at socialization was working. Some of these boys were in dire need of a good scrub and a strong deodrant.

Cele absent mindedly wondered, what it was like for the girls. All that preening for an evening, to watch boys make a fool of themselves.

When he got under the shower he was greeted by a dying supply of hot water, only 5 minutes or so before it ran out completely. He thought about his friends and how they were around girls. Franky had a girlfriend back home, they had been together a while. Mig too, though Cele wondered what his girlfriend thought of his antics. Pecco had one till last year, and he was painfully severe when the thing ended. Luca was purposely not dating, even though he easily could date any girl, because he wanted the nationals trophy and to maintain his perfect grades. And what about Bezz, the thought popped up in Cele's head, making his spine tingle in a way which had nothing to do with the rapidly cooling water. Bezz was good with girls. Bezz was good. Never made a fool out of himself and always made the girls laugh and always said the right things to them. Even the prettiest girls wanted to talk to Bezz.

Cele shut off the water and took a moment before drying himself off. Back in the dorm Cele's senses were assaulted with the potent smell of axe deodrant that the boys were attempting to soak themselves with. Cele fished out the nice clean hoodie from the back of his closet for the evening, a gift from his cousin. He thought he looked put together, and that will have to do.

He spotted Pecco when he stepped outside and went over to talk to him. Pecco was in the middle of something, probably some last minute prefectorial duty handed to him.

"Want to help me take these fruit cups to the gymnasium?" Pecco asked when he spotted Cele, a small, fond smile appearing on his face almost immediately.

"They got you doing that now Mr Headboy?" Cele asked playfully with the express aim of bothering Pecco.

"The mess staff asked for help okay, someone has to be nice to them so they let you buffoons tear through all the chicken at lunch"

"Right right fine. I'll help you."

Cele and Pecco moved in unison, carrying the boxes, only losing their balance once.

"Does your ankle feel better now?" Pecco asked, his eyebrows were raised, like they got when he was focusing on something.

"Yes. Much better. Doesn't hurt unless I twist it too much"

"Great then don't twist it too much. It's been two weeks right?"

"Mhmm" Cele nodded. The boxes were heavy, his arms felt a little sore.

"Who takes Biology for you? Mr. Romano?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I think he's siphoning money from the school."

"You think so?"

"I was in his lab, I needed somewhere quiet, he'd left his papers on the table. He's inflating the price of the equipment. Probably pocketing the difference along with some vendor."

"Honestly I don't think he wants to teach, the boys are marginally more excited to be in class than he is. How many more of these do we have to take to the mess, my arms are about to fall off." Cele whined to Pecco.

"One more trip to the mess, that's all, I promise" Pecco spoke in a reassuring tone. The one Cele was very aware of, because Pecco broke it out so often to deal with a hundred different issues in a day with countless people.

"Will you spend the entire evening chaperoning girls?" Cele asked.

"Nah not really. I'll escort them in and out but that's all. I haven't been asked to do too much this time, the teachers aren't roving mad this time" Pecco seemed relieved.

They finally delivered all the boxes and Pecco got called by someone. He left after affectionately ruffling Cele's hair.

Cele walked back to the boys residence and climbed up the staircase to go to Bezz and Luca's room. Bezz was sitting on his bed with his back to the headboard. He was dressed in some hoodie and he was wearing his nice shoes, the one's Cele knew he was very fond of. Luca greeted Cele with a quick nod, he was peering in his wardrobe and speaking to Bezz. By the sound of it, they were discussing basketball. Cele gently nudged Bezz and Bezz scooted to make space for Cele to sit.

"What's up" Bezz asked Cele, the length of his body was pressed up against Cele and he could feel it's warmth.

"I was helping Pecco" Cele replied.

"With?"

"We needed to take some things up to the mess"

"It's good he does the hardwork of keeping up appearances with the mess folks, ensures that the team gets to eat properly" Luca added.

"Mhmm" Cele agreed.

"He's a sweetheart" Bezz says in an exaggerated manner to make them laugh and Luca just rolls his eyes at him.

"Should we go?" Cele asked.

"We've planned a little detour" Bezz told Cele with a michevious edge to his voice.

"There's no we, you planned it I'm just coming along" Luca clarified firmly. He had finished dressing up.

"You can say that all you want but if we get caught the punishment is the same" Bezz retorted, his voice sounded like he was having fun with annoying Luca.

"You better hope we don't get caught, for your sake. I'll whack you before they can present us before the disciplinary committee" Luca said while putting on his shoes. Cele liked that Luca looked good in his clothes without much effort. Neat and put together without thinking too much.

"What are you planning to do?" Cele looked at Bezz and asked.

"Nothing, just a little fun. Exchanging some goods with some girls" Bezz replied non chalantly.

"How did you manage to sneak in alcohol?" Cele asked. He wasn't exactly surprised, Bezz was good at these things, but this was still quite something.

"You talk like it's difficult" Bezz said as he got up.

They walked downstairs and saw the warden on the porch, Luca nodded to Bezz and went over and engaged him in polite conversation. Bezz hooked his arm with Cele and dragged him ahead. They quickly scuttled to the woods and slowed down a little to navigate in the dimming sunlight.

Cele asked Bezz what was going on and Bezz showed him a small bottle of some cheap whiskey in his hoodie pocket.

They moved over to a clearing that has a little light. Bezz told Cele they would have to wait for a bit, he found some place and sat down. Cele was still standing and looking around but Bezz reached up and gently took Cele's hand and tugged it down, beckoning him. Cele sat down with a bit of an audible huff and Bezz laughed and smacked his back. Cele relished the feeling of Bezz's hand on his back, he wanted it to stay there longer.

"I'm sorry for dragging you into this, promise it won't be long." Bezz said, and nuzzled his face in Cele shoulder.

"No that's fine Marco, I'm just hungry. Do you reckon they will have something decent to eat today?"

"Same old same old. I did see them wheeling in pastries though, so you can cheer up" Bezz said while locking arms with Cele.

"They do?!" Cele brightened up.

"Yeah, your favourite." Bezz gave out an affectionate laugh and leaned into him a little more.

"Yeah, wish I could have more than one though" Cele muttered with some wistfulness.

Before they could continue to talk about the highly regulated sugar ration at the school they heard some footsteps.

Luca appeared with two girls in tow. The girls looked alert, eyes that darted around, dressed in pretty skirts, some sort of glittery powder on their eyelids that gave Cele the appearance of beautiful bugs. Luca was making conversation with one girl.

Bezz got up and helped Cele on his feet.

"Right, you have it?" Bezz asked the girl who was quiet.

"Do you have it?" She retorted, her voice an attempt to remain confident in an unfamiliar situation.

"Yeah of course" Bezz pulled out the bottle of whiskey and gave it to the girl. She reached into her bag and pulled out a ziploc bag with 3 joints in it and gave it to Bezz who inspected them for a second. She looked over at her friend who bent down and took out a few small bottles of coca cola from her bag. The other girl kept excitedly talking to Luca through the process, seemed to be about their physics syllabus but Cele couldn't tell very well. They got to work unscrewing the bottles, pouring out some of it into a cup and dividing the alcohol between the small bottles. They rescrewed the caps back on tight to make it look harmless and innocent in case they were caught roaming around.

Bezz meanwhile had lit a joint. He took one drag and offered some to Cele. Cele took one puff and immediately burst into a coughing fit. Luca and Bezz quickly rubbed his back and plied him with some coke borrowed from the girls to make sure he didn't draw anymore attention to him.

The girls left with Luca who Cele supposed was showing them the way around and they decided to head out too. Bezz carefully extinguished the joint he was smoking and placed it back in the Ziploc baggy.

Once they were out of the woods and close to the auditorium, Cele could hear the thrum of the music. Some regular old pop stuff. Bezz told him he will be back soon, he just needed to go back and hide the joints.

Cele nodded, he could hear his stomach growling. He was famished. Before he could make it to the auditorium, he heard someone call out his name. It was Andrea from the other house.

"Vietti, what are you doing" he enquired demandingly.

"Uh nothing" Cele could sense danger.

"I need you to do me in a favour" Andrea said in a voice that very much lacked the courtesy required to ask for a favour.

"I need you in front of the room B-207 in 5 minutes" Andrea practically barked.

"Why"

"Don't ask too many questions man it's just a thing"

"Right right. I'll go." Cele said in a resigned voice.

There wasn't much use to protest. The older boys broke in the younger ones by getting them to do petty labour for them.

Cele found his way into the other boys residence. He located the room, which was locked. Cele paced around waiting for the Andrea, who showed up a while later with a girl. Andrea gave him explicit instructions to alert him in case he heard anyone come in. Andrea also threw in a threat to beat Cele up if he tried to listen, which Cele didn't need, he had no interest in listening to anything. He sat at the door and began his watch. Cele wished he had carried a book with him, or atleast ate something before he was made to do this because his somach couldn't stop making noises.

A long time passed before Andrea and his girlfriend emerged from the room, and Andrea immediately instructed him to make sure the path is clear. By the time Cele finally got out the evening was already dying out. There were still some people dancing. He noticed some of the girls had those little bottles they were taking innocent seeming sips from. The food was almost gone, the pastries were definitely all gone. All that was left were the sandwiches that nobody wanted to eat. Cele still took one and nibbled on it sadly, he hoped he could trick his mind into thinking of it as tastier somehow.

The girls were about to get rounded up and taken back so Cele comes back to his residence. He skipped the dorms and jumped out from a window to squeeze himself on the tiny balcony that nobody visited. There was a small corner he tucked himself into that didn't get much draft. He liked to sit there when he wanted to be alone and look at the thicket of poplar trees in the distance. He felt sad, and cold, and hungry. He was there for twenty minutes or so, contemplating leaving and going to sleep hungry when Bezz jumped in through the window.

"What are you doing here" Cele asked, surprised.

"I was looking for you" Bezz replied with a smile.

"How did you know I would be here?"

"I know you come here sometimes, you said it's a good place to hide" Bezz responded innocently.

"You remembered" Cele was overwhelmed.

"Yeah" Bezz says with a slow smile.

"Sit down, come"

Bezz sat next to him, the balcony was small and it pushed them together. Cele was glad for the warmth Bezz's form next to him provided.

"Andrea kept you for long?" Bezz asked.

Cele noded.

"Didn't eat?"

Cele shakes his head.

"Well lucky for you...." Bezz said with a bit of a flourish and produced a box and handed it to Cele.

Inside it were two frosted pastries.

Cele lit up and immediately took dug in. When he looked up Bezz had a self satisfied grin watching him eat. He made his way through some of it and kept the rest away. Cele looked up at Bezz to say thank you and Bezz wordlessly used his hoodie sleeve to wipe away a smidgen of cream at the corner of his mouth, holding his face gently in the process.

"Did you like the it?" Bezz asked with genuine childlike anticipation in his voice.

Cele responded with a yes and Bezz kissed his temple quickly, and linked their arms together.

Cele settled down and rested his head on Bezz's shoulder thinking about how he could stay here maybe a bit longer.

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A “morbidly fun” game of hide and seek.

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emily gwen, the creator of the sunset lesbian flag that we’ve come to commonly use, still continues to live in poverty.

multi-billion dollar companies have used their design and made profit from it, and yet they have not seen a cent for their creation.

i’ve been friends with emily for years, and i have not once seen them be financially stable the entire time. i’ve seen them homeless, unemployed, starving. right now, they need our help more than ever.

please consider donating to emily’s ko-fi, especially if you’ve used their design to create something and profited from it.

#emily’s finally found housing after couch surfing at friends’ places for months #they’ve got a lot of debt rn on top of bills and rent #rn they don’t have food in the house and they’re starving #they don’t deserve this at all they are so kind and i literally hate to see them suffering #please please pleaaase donate and reblog #they don’t ask for much but they deserve the world #mutual aid #crowdfunding #donation post #belle speaks

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#my gf likes when I pet her head this is based on her hehe #I've been struggling to get laios' likeness and I think I finally got it!!!#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #laios touden #kabru #labru #my art #comic

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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.