#i hope this works for you!!

[anoseforrottenapples]

@firestorm-heroes (Layla)

Pressing his lips into a thin line, Detective Inspector Gavin Troy tried to resist the urge to scowl. One would think that, after spending his entire life in England, he would be used to the rain by now, but that was hardly the case. Every time he had to go work out in it, he found himself mentally counting the minutes until he could get back inside, and dry off. Somehow, getting soaked at night just made everything seem even worse. So far, River City had not exactly impressed him either. When he volunteered for these international assignments, they were usually in larger cities, and the cases had real weight to them. He could not quite believe Agent Walkers from the American DEA, when the man insisted that a surprisingly amount of drug traffic went through this town. Sure, it was possible, and years in Midsomer had taught him first-hand that little unassuming villages usually held some of the crazies secrets imaginable… but he still could not fully accept that this city was some kind of crossroads in the international drug market. Without proof, that one was simply too far out there, even for him. So far, this stake-out had provided nothing useful. No one had gone in or out of the old warehouse, leaving himself and several other officers from various agencies all standing out in the cold. Leaning his shoulder against the crumbling brick wall he was standing behind, Troy briefly wondered if the other men were also silently counting down to when this would be called off, and they could all go get a pint. Of course, American beer was nothing like they had back home… but that was a minor point right now. Besides, he would rather just have tea or coffee—something to warm him up. In America, they always insisted on chilling their beer (likely to convince themselves it had a flavor), and a cold drink was the last thing he wanted right now. Allowing his thoughts to wander for a moment, and masked by the rain, Troy missed hearing the sound of a window opening in the warehouse even though he stood almost on top of it. He did not, however, miss a lithe shadow separate from the overall darkness and slip into that window. He had a radio with him, but he was reluctant to call in the movement until he was sure it was something more important than a homeless person sneaking in to crash, or a particularly large cat taking advantage of an unsecured opening to get out of the rain. Troy took a few steps forward, eyes fixed on the window he had seen open. This time, he also listened carefully to catch any sounds that might give an indication toward what he had seen, and what the figure’s business was in the supposedly abandoned warehouse.

#Muse: Gavin Troy #firestorm-heroes #Layla #I hope this works for you!!

[webslingerx]

Starter for @blxxditout

New York. New York to some, was a land of opportunity and to the other “some” people, it was the world’s business trade center. New York offered a lot for its people and tourists to see and view, such as St. Patrick’s Cathedral, West Village and one of Peter’s personal favorite, The Empire State Building.

Peter shook his head softly clearing his mind and thoughts as he weaved through the crowds of people. He was late for work. Again. The woman he spoke with on the phone earlier said if he was an hour late for the fourth time he’d be fired swiftly. Lucky for him he was only 47 minutes late. Still too close for his liking but… what can he do? It was hard being a hero and working a normal job and living a normal life. Somedays.. it seemed impossible to live a normal lifestyle. He loved his life and his secret identity but with all the pros, it does come with some cons.

As he was in his thoughts, he bumps into someone. This caused his briefcase to pop open, sending all his domestic and papers everywhere. He quickly grabs a few that linger in the air and then squats down to scoop up the rest. Without looking up, he apologizes purposefully.

“I’m so sorry! This was my fault… I wasn’t paying attention.. in my thoughts as always.. are.. are you okay?”

#blxxditout #i hope this works for you!! #main verse

[asinfinitum]

"Sakamoto-san, do you have a second?" Approaching the blond teen, Akechi made sure that he didn't come off as too eager or too distant. Both would be the worst extremes, especially with what he wanted to ask.

"I was wondering if you'd like to go to lunch with me. I'll be paying for it, so please don't worry about having to bring money to pay for your share."

@electricea || starter call

#〖 ★ akechi goro 〗 #〖 ★ electricea 〗 #i hope this works for you!!

[somniumcomics]

Pleaseeee, is there anywhere I can view ask psychotic twilight on mobile by chronological order? I have arthritis and scrolling for minutes on the qskblog, is impossible for me. If there isn't any chronological order is there a way to view it? Pleasee I love the story but it makes it hard for me to search it

Uhhhh damn that's a good question- I would go on google chrome to twilight's blog and there are buttons to take you to the beginning-

Try tapping this link, it should take you all the way back to the beginning:

https://ask-psychotic-twilightsparkle.tumblr.com/tagged/story/chrono

But there's also one where you can type in "story" in the search bar and it'll only show you the story. This applies to all of my blogs too.

#psychotic twilight #omni rambles #I hope this works for you!! #if it does- have fun watching my progress in art!! Eugh my art is SO OLD;;

[avictimofthejazz]

@honorhearted​

Continued from HERE

No one in Olympic division were really excited about federal agents coming anywhere near them but given the circumstances, this Bradford assignment had been bumped down to SWAT. They normally did not handle these kinds of operations, being intended more for unusual problems like hostage situations, terrorists, and occasionally protecting the odd diplomat or important witness. In this case though, there was a potential breach somewhere in the division. Suddenly that made SWAT the perfect team to handle it because they were normally a closed circle. While someone from a back-up list might fill in while one of the regular guys was injured or on vacation, they never penetrated that deeply into the group. The group being Lieutenant Harrelson, affectionately called ‘Hondo’ by his men, his Sergeant Deacon ‘Deke’ Kaye, and Officers James Street, TJ McCabe, and Dominic Luca. Harrelson was clean as a whistle and he personally vouched for all his men, leaving them the most secure team in the division. The three younger officers offered to draw straws that morning to see who got to babysit the agent, but Hondo gave Street the assignment without involving any games of chance. As the non-official third-in-command of the team, Hondo suggested it would give the Feds the right impression without tying up Hondo and Deke, hindering standard SWAT operations. Street also had the diplomacy not to blurt out the first thing on his mind, like Luca often did, and possessed more gravity then TJ showed at times. Just the man to deal with the notoriously humorless Feds… So far, Street’s assumptions about Tallmadge were proving out…though perhaps the man was more exhausted then naturally ill-tempered. A cross-country flight and going directly to Olympic division headquarters would test the mettle of any man and Tallmadge looked like he had not slept for a few days prior to his flight. “Agent Scott and I are from the Long Island office, and have reason to believe a perp -- two, in particular -- might have riddled their way into your jurisdiction.” Street nodded. “Lieutenant Harrelson did provide me with a copy of the file you and Agent Scott sent ahead of you. I was able to look over most of it before you arrived.” Street tapped the file he had put on the table. They were not down in the SWAT office, where his team usually worked. Instead, the chief cleared the use of one of the smaller meeting rooms upstairs. Street had already satisfied himself that it was secure but would take no offense if Agent Tallmadge wanted to check as well. “We’re going to need any resources you can lend. Have you been able to bug anything of Bradford’s?”

Street decided to address the first statement and then worry about the more technical question. “The Olympic division is eager to help,” He began as diplomatically as he could, “but I’m only an Officer, sir. Anything you need to borrow would have to be approved by Lieutenant Harrelson and Chief Roman first. I believe…Agent Scott is meeting with Chief Roman now?” He suggested. It was only Agent Tallmadge here so Agent Scott must be somewhere…. The second question was a bit easier to answer. “Since Bradford is an officer out of this division, we were able to put a bug in his work phone. We’re still getting the necessary warrants together to subpoena his personal phone records. We’ve also sent up a system into his work computer that allows access to any e-mails or messages he sends from here.” Street hoped that was all Tallmadge needed about the bugs. Street was great with finding weak spots in blueprints, but the finer points of most technology slipped past him. Generally, he left that in TJ’s hands and just did whatever his fellow officer told him needed to be done. Hondo said Agent Scott would be getting a detailed packet on all the steps Olympic had already taken but it would be a bit before Tallmadge got to see his own copy.   “We’ve also been in contact with the mayor’s office and are currently reviewing all the people with regular access to him, both at the office and in his own home. This includes people like his housekeeper and the team who handle his lawn and garden. So far, we’ve not found anything suspicious that could lead us to the second person.” Street made no effort to ask if Tallmadge knew anything beyond what was in the file. He was sure the agent did. He was equally sure Tallmadge had no intention of sharing the information. In Street’s experience, the Feds believed that all police information was their personal property, but all of their information was practically locked up in Fort Knox, only to be divulged to a chosen few…none of which would be low-ranking police officers.

#Muse: Officer James Street #honorhearted #Modern Verse #I hope this works for you!! #went with Bradford being in the division #and having an accomplice outside of it

[stonedeafdogarch]

chief was up his ass today , he needed a place to hide. Thankfully , he knew the normal patrol routes that foot soldiers of the city needed to take , so he knew the perfect place to take a nap. Getting something to eat however , that was a different story , he wonders briefly what time it was , if he would have survived this long doing that mindless paperwork he has promised to do today. A silent thought leaves his head as he feels his knee tense up again , time to stand up he supposes -- But just as he’s about to , it seems like yet again , his body is not keen on him not resting properly and he falls forward , landing straight on his stomach , ( a new scrape to his face ) He’s just going to lay here , a thought of what a civilian would do if they came across a member of the police force in this form. 

             @bolinity​ ( starter call -- accepting ) 

#bolinity #lok verse pending #this can be vaguely pre established since emil is like all around the city all the time #im literally fine with anything #i hope this works for you!!

[fourcornersarizona]

@foxsocunningandfree

(For the Zorro verse) tall and regal gentleman was in the garrison offices speaking with the commander whenever Vin returned from his “fox hunt” that had resulted in Zorro’s injury. Through the window it could be seen that the man’s shoulders slumped briefly before he turned and left.

When he came into the courtyard he saw Vin and crossed to him. “You were after Zorro last night?” He demanded, “You’re Monestario’s bounty hunter, yes?”

= = =

Vin had become a common enough figure that few spared the lanky bounty hunter little more then a glance when he came in, empty handed as usual after a night of hunting Zorro. What the garrison would not know was that he actually spent most of the night moving his friend to a safer location, tending to the man’s injuries, and making sure Tornado was settled properly. When Zorro regained his senses, he would never forgive Vin if the black stallion had so much as a saddle sore on him. Though reluctant to leave his friend in his vulnerable condition, Vin knew he needed to report his latest failure to Monestario. If he did not, someone else might be sent out to search for him and they could stumble upon his hiding spot. The bounty hunter knew he could not allow that to happen, so he resolved to complete his errand as quickly as possible. Before Vin could make it into the commander’s office, however, he spotted the elegantly dressed man striding across the courtyard to him. Drawing up short, he politely inclined his head toward the man and waited for him to speak. Seeing him closer assured Vin he had no idea who the man was—the bounty hunter tended to avoid the landowners because his class and their class rarely mingled well. Still, the man chose to approach him and that was worth looking into. The man spoke first, and Vin grinned ruefully, “I was—didn’t catch him though. He ain’t called ‘the Fox’ just because it’s clever. The man rides like the wind and, wearing black like he does, he vanishes almighty easy when he gets into the hills.” The man’s second statement made Vin stiffen slightly. “I’m my own man.” He pointed out bluntly before adding, “But I work for Monestario sometimes if the pay’s right. Why?”

#Muse: Vin Tanner #foxsocunningandfree #I hope this works for you!! #Pulled the answer out of InnocentMan and just dropped it as one post here so we don't get confused!

[slaycheer]

@toysurgeon​   𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑   !

          𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍         she   who   holds   her   head   HIGH,   balancing   the   invisible   crown   bestowed   upon   her   by   the   town,   extends   forth   an   OFFERING.          ❛   your   schedule !   ❜     petal   pink   lips   curl   into   a   most   PRACTICED   smile,          ❛   welcome   to   HAWKINS !   i’m   chrissy.    ❜

#toysurgeon #i hope this works for you!! #let me know if you want something different! #♥ ❬ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 ❭ INTERACTION. ❜

[sylvies-kablooie]

i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

#i often wonder about how many things would be considered classic or high art had they only received the marketing #how many short films that were made for class could have been the most powerful thing you'd ever seen? if you'd seen them? #“you know the greatest films of all time were never made” etc etc #but like. these works of art ARE being made. it's just enjoyed by a smaller audience with equal impact though #i think about this one furry i used to follow on insta who had the coolest worldbuilding ever. it's been years. #thought prompted by that sketch of nimona from ten years ago that was just for a character design #posted to the creator's tumblr and now it's nominated for best animated feature film at the oscars #and by the genuine emotional reaction a fan comic made me feel. how much work had gone into it. how beautiful it was to me. #idk what to tag this but i hope whoever needs to hear it does #writing #writer #fandom #fandom culture #artist

[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.

#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

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

I just wanna say bc I KNOW you're somewhere on tumblr, to the teenage girl who attended Take Your Kid To Work Day at an office building in Ontario, Canada circa 2013 and had a conversation with a middle aged woman in which you showed her your Black Veil Brides fanart and fanfics and ship content and told her about different fanfic tropes including a/b/o verse bc she happened to know who Panic! at The Disco and Fallout Boy were and thus you felt the need to show her your bandblr ship art, that was my fucking mother and I had to clarify all that to her including looking my mother in the eye and trying to explain a/b/o verse without sounding like a lunatic.

It's been 10 years and I still regularly sent evil energies in your direction. Since you'd be probably two years younger than me and thus legally an adult now, please know if this post reaches you it's on sight.

#she cornered me in the car and asked what shipping was and i almost had a fucking heart attack #imagine being like 16 years old and habing to explain knotting to your mother #random emo music girl I'm glad you had fun talking about your Band Guys to my mother #bc i also attended take your kid to work day at that office and i know how boring it was #but christ alive why did you have to fuck me like that? #anyways i hope this post reaches you so at the very least you know i think about you at least once a week #this has been weighing on me for ten years #im almost tempted to blaze this post

[anoseforrottenapples]

@toodamnloyal

Now was hardly the opportune time to have guests in White Hall, but Mary had learned long ago that she needed to always be prepared to host business associates of Richard’s, and notable military figures who might pass through. Granted, in a backwater like Setauket, not that many famous people came to visit so she mostly worried about Richard’s friends. Their current guest, a Mr. Becktel, had claimed relation to a rather rich and influential man in England whom Richard had heard of in passing. Always a man prudent in his choices and never willing to squander opportunities to strengthen connections, Richard welcomed Theo into Whitehall for the few days he would be in the village. Granted the real welcome fell on Mary’s shoulders. As the only woman in the house, she was the de facto Mistress of White Hall. She took pride in that title, and made a point to carry it off with as much dignity and grace as she felt she could muster. So far, she seemed to have done well even if it had made little impact on her husband’s opinions of his father, or the property he was bound to inherit in time. He was still too besotted with his failed cabbage farm. “Mr. Becktel?” Mary swept gracefully into the sitting room where their guest had been established. “Your room is ready now if you wished to retire and freshen up before dinner. If you want, I can show you to it. White Hall is rather large, and it is easy to get turned about.” White Hall was also full of secrets—quite a few of which she would be reluctant to have her guest stumble into while wandering around looking for his bedroom.

#Muse: Mary Woodhull #toodamnloyal #I hope this works for you!!

[emberglowfox]

Keeper -- a short comic about an angel meeting a robotic lighthouse keeper that doesn't know the world has already ended. Made in about 18 hours for a 24-hour 24-page* black and white comic challenge (that I arrived late to, ha.)

*the actual submission does not include the cover, which was created after the fact for this post.

This was a really great learning experience as someone who's... never really made a completed comic. I ended up really attached to the story by the end of the project (possibly due to all-nighter deliriousness lol) and ultimately am very proud of what I made.There are some things I'd still like to change, particularly text placement, but in keeping with the spirit of the challenge I've elected to leave it as is.

#sparks art #comic #angel #robot #my art #my comics #keeper: the angel #keeper: the lighthouse keeper #my ocs #hoogh. this was a grind yall lmao. but i am pleased with it #i hope you enjoy :pray: also keep your fingers crossed for me that this wins the contest #like it. it wont. because i am up against actual SEQA kids that know what theyre doing. and i dont actually mind really #but it would be funny #long post #very long post #sorry #i hope the readmore works

[ruporas]

dragon meat, you, and me

#marcille donato #falin touden #farcille #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #tw blood #tw body horror #tw gore #as a normal farcille fan this revival has been on my mind since i first read it and getting to watch it is like yippee!! #like messy revivals are everything - the consequences that will haunt u for the rest of the time they are alive #the initial hopeful moments where it all seemed well but quickly descend to That not being the case - losing not only the bit of evidence #evidence that your dream may work out but also someone you deeply care about in the process… marcille my Beloved #ofc wholly thruout the journey - at the forefront of it - getting falin back was the most crucial point but so wuickly :(( it was lost #on the other end its crazy to think about the compoments of falin now - human - dragon (dungeon) - marcille’s magic and desperation #the food the crew cooked (digested) - she is made of many parts!! #also i did not realize how medical it feels to draw smth like this. i dont usually explore the inner parts or use a lot of blood #in my work so rendering everything and looking up refs it felt quite magical (?) #ruporas art

[greelin]

this is so real and never leaves me

#that one sandwich can change your life. #i will be honest i posted this solely so people could fondly reflect on delicious foods or hope for a future tasty item. And it worked #reminisce. hope. if you have not had that sandwich you will someday. isn’t that grand.

[harlesque]

in all TRUTHFULNESS, harley didn't PLAN on things getting so out of hand. an attempted robbery of a too-too small pet store, turned into a car chase, turned into multiple car crashes, turned into police helicopters and explosions -- aaaand finally down the line, a miss harley quinn fleeing the chaos on foot with laughter bubbling over her lips. cutting through the park would SURELY assure her escape.

of course, she didn't EXPECT to meet one of the big names in superheroin' to pop up out of nowhere. she's WAY below their paygrade, right? still -- at the sudden sight of wonder woman before her, she skids to an IMMEDIATE halt. wide eyed and full of wonder, a huge grin crosses her face.

sure, she should be focused on running, and trying to get away. but let's be honest. with the wagon filled with puppies being pulled behind her, there's NO WAY she'd get away. not even like fleeing is an option in the face of someone like this hero. besides! she'd be a FOOL to miss this opportunity.

"WOWWZERS! would ya lookkit that! ain't every day ya get to see someone of ya caliber around here!" chirped to show that excitement.

"I'm guessin' you're here ta kick my ass -- but REAL REAL quick, could ya do a gal a solid? can we get a selfie? mistah jay ain't evah gonna believe tha' lil ol' me got someone like you out on th'field!" @lass0s liked for a starter

#&& clown princess of crime ; main #i hope this works for you!!