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quietlyimplode · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023: day 23 - I thought they were with you

Warnings: canonical violence

Word Count: 1.5k (gif not mine)

Summary: Clint and Natasha find the Avengers tower burning.

A/N: <3 (please wear a helmet if you’re on a bike)

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Whumptober Masterlist

2014

NEW YORK

Clint runs, his heart beating fast has he watches the Avengers Tower.

“You’re a fucking idiot, get on,” Natasha tells him, handing him an extra helmet.

His bow and arrows clang against his back and the guns on his thigh and at his ankle makes him feel somewhat prepared for whatever greets them.

The Tower is still standing, fire at the entrance and in the surrounds.

He’s terrified it’s going to collapse.

Surely Tony would have measures.

If the sound and the aftershock came from the sub basement then there’s maybe a likelihood that the tower will stay and the foundations may need adjustment; but if it’s anything more than that…

He’s not a damn structural engineer, he has no idea if that’s a better option.

They needs to get there, assess the damage, find their friends.

Clint holds into her tightly and she feels his frustration bleed deep into her.

She speeds, and wills the bike to go faster.

Arriving on the outskirts she hears the roar of the Hulk.

The sound she hates, the roar of frustration.

She can’t see him though.

Undecided if it’s a good or bad thing, Natasha leaves the bike and moves towards the tower; gun out.

“Natasha!” she hears, and Clint covers her, his own gun raised as the fire at the front rages.

Yelena springs towards them, blood on her face and wild grin.

“There’s a hit squad, Hydra I think, did you know?”

A gun shot rings past them, and they all scatter for cover.

Yelena returns the shot, hitting the man square in the head.

Two more appear, one Natasha takes and the second Clint kills quickly.

He nods, as they all find cover.

“I thought they were with you, that you were in there,” Yelena says, pointing upwards and scouting around, as they break cover and move forward.

“When did you get here?” Natasha asks, somewhat redundantly.

“Your invitation, it said be at the tower before Christmas? Did it not?”

It’s not what Natasha meant but it doesn’t matter.

She nods, shooting straight, Clint covering the second shot.

“I didn’t expect a welcome party, and then there was an explosion, I thought you were in there,” she repeats.

Natasha pulls her into a hug on a whim, and Yelena accepts it; melting a small amount.

“The others are in there,” she says, allowing the worry in her words.

The Hulk roars again, and with it comes debris raining down.

“If he keeps going, he’s probably going to bring the tower down,” Natasha thinks out-loud.

Clint nods.

“We need to get up there,” he points.

He shoots two more and groans.

“How many more of these fuckers are there?”

Yelena moves to the edge of the tower.

More debris falls around them, dangerously, and they run together, following Clint to back entrance.

“Someone needs to put that fire out,” he yells, stopping as the see the Hulk jump from one of the higher floors.

He lands heavily on unstable land and parts of the tower fall with him.

“Fuck,” Natasha says, running towards him, wanting to run away.

Yelena stays back, fear in her eyes.

“What are you doing?” she yells, shaking her head and running after her.

Clint gets the door open, and sees Natasha running for the Hulk.

“Hey!” she shouts.

“Big guy!”

Clint holds a hand to stop Yelena moving forward as the Hulk’s attention turns to Natasha.

“We need help!” she tells him.

“Everyone’s inside, and the building is unstable,” she shouts.

He takes a step towards her and Natasha can’t help but take a step back.

“We need to get them out,” she finishes.

He roars and Natasha holds her breath.

She’s not even sure he understands, although Bruce swears that he does, simply more so than anything, if he can think beyond the rage.

“Help us,” she finishes.

The Hulk looks down and sees Natasha, Clint and Yelena, and recognition passes through his face.

“Help,” he repeats.

Picking Natasha up, he jumps with her in hand and lands heavily on already broken levels.

“Nat!” Clint calls, but as more of the building falls, he can’t hear a response.

Natasha feels winded.

Though she’s sure he was as gentle as possible, she can feel the bruises where his fingers had grabbed her.

“Help,” he repeats, smashing through a wall like the kool aide man, holding Natasha like a rag doll then setting her down in a safe part of the room.

Steve stares at both of them and she almost wants to hug him.

“Nat!” he exclaims, and coughs heavily.

“They drugged the building, I think? Sam and Maria they’re on this floor somewhere but I haven’t heard from them. Jarvis must have locked it down. Tony and Pepper are below us.”

She hugs him then, glad that he’s okay; that he’s able to talk and the building hasn’t collapsed around him.

It shakes, and she worries about Clint and Yelena below.

“Okay,” she assures, “it’s okay.”

Yelena sprints, catapulting herself upwards.

“He has Natasha,” she shouts, the grappling hook penetrating the building as she rappels upwards.

“Come back! She’s okay!” Clint shouts back, “he’ll take her to the others.”

The building shakes and she loses her grip, the stone loosening underneath her and the hook failing to hold her.

“Shit,” she swears, falling to the ground.

Natasha tries the door.

“It’s locked,” Steve says redundantly.

The hole in the building leads to the outside and at least a ten story drop; whilst Natasha isn’t scared of heights, the option of going out that way seems more than a little risky.

The Hulk seems to realise and punches another hole into the midsection of tower; resulting in an earthquake like shake of the building.

“No, no,” Natasha says, as calmly as she can; “Stop.”

“You can stop now, thank you, it’s okay, we need you to take a rest, okay?”

There’s a snuff and growl, and Natasha closes her eyes in hope.

The Hulk leaves, bounding away, and when he hits the ground heavily; the building shaking again.

Steve leads them forward, the building feeling unstable and dark as the head up the stairs to the guest rooms that house Maria.

Natasha hates that all of Tony’s work to make the tower Christmasy now seems lost, tinsel that hung up high now litters the floor, and the tiny Christmas trees he placed litter the ground with soil.

She sets one upright and shrugs at Steve as he looks in confusion.

“She’s in the next room,” Natasha tells him, having been there two nights before finalising some of the wedding, that seemed so silly now.

There’s commotion below and she hopes that it’s Tony, and not more Hydra goons.

“It’s an electronic lock,” she tells Steve, ”but with the power being down, there’s a fail safe that it shouldn’t have locked; unless Jarvis thought the tower was under attack.”

Finding the wall panel, she pries it open with her knife and looks at the wires that all look the same in the dark.

Lacking the patience, or the finesse, she grabs them and pulls; the door opening revealing Maria with a gun, pointed at their faces.

Steve and Natasha grin.

“Thank god,” she greets them.

Sam paces his room.

Hearing the commotions all around and the building shaking, he tries the door and sighs.

His wings sit inert on the side and he wonders just how hard it would be to break the glass to the outside.

Sam wishes he was armed; his guns not with him as he came to visit his friends for Christmas not for a fight.

He puts on the wings, and sits on the bed; waiting for the next thing to happen.

Pepper tries again, the big block of concrete barricading them in. She yells and shouts and tries to push it away from the door.

“Tony, keep talking to me,” she asks, trying keep positive.

“I’m fine,” he responds, “just try and find the panel, like I told you.”

Caught underneath a pile-on, Tony tries to push it again and hears Pepper coughing in the smoke.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and she hears his voice crack.

“Are you?” she responds banging on the wall.

“Just a broken arm,” he replies, hoping that’s all it is as he stares at his arm trapped underneath.

“Just try and find a way out, okay?”

The building shakes again and Tony cringes, Pepper shrieking.

“Pep?” he calls.

“I’m okay,” she replies.

“Pep? Get under something,” he tells her, feeling the shake from the ground before the whole building shakes again and their floor collapses inwards.

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kybercrystals94 · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 | Day 24 | Prompt 24: “I thought they were with you.”

Rating: G

Words: 673

Summary: **I can’t resist some gentle whump once in awhile. No permanent damage done, just a lesson learned, you know?**

“One job, you had one job, Echo,” the cyborg mutters, eyes scanning another side street. Hunter’s going to kill me.

“Make sure she’s within arm’s reach of you at all times,” Hunter had said.

Echo had rolled his eyes. “I was an ARC trooper, Hunter. I think I can handle watching a little girl.”

It all happened so fast. One minute, Omega was right there at his side, chattering endlessly about everything she saw: the architecture, the culture, the vendors, the sky, the ground, that plant, that pebble…Echo had, admittedly, started to tune her out, focusing his attention on finding a shop that sold a part he needed for the Marauder’s mainframe.

“Omega,” Echo said, “keep an eye out—” he looked down at his sister only to find the place she had occupied at his side empty. He looked to his other side, behind him, around him. His heart rate spiked so fast he felt the vein pulsing in his neck. “Omega? Where are you?” He tried to sound casual, unconcerned. It didn’t work.

Echo is trying not to panic. It won’t do him or Omega any good if he panics. What did they tell her to do if she got separated from the squad? Stay where you are. We’ll find you. But when and where had Omega realized she was lost? Where would she be waiting? Would she be waiting? What if a bounty hunter took her? Or another nefarious individual? The universe is full of them. Echo curses under his breath.

He should comm the others, have them help search. She’s been missing for…five standard minutes? Anything can happen in five minutes. Force, Echo!

“Echo?”

The man turns sharply and finds himself face to face with Tech.

Tech is glancing around. “Where is Omega? I thought she was with you.”

“She was,” Echo says, “But she wandered off.”

“You lost her.”

“Don’t just stand there,” Echo says, “help me find her!”

“Have you tried her comm?”

Echo blinks. He kind of forgot about that.

“I take that as a no,” Tech replies primly. He takes out his comm. “Omega, do you copy?”

“Tech! I found the coolest vendor. They sell all sorts of things!” Omega’s excitable voice immediately replies.

“And would Echo agree?” Tech asks.

There is a long pause. “Uhm. I think I lost him.”

“Fortunately for you,” Tech says, “I found him. I will return him to you in short order. Stay where you are.”

“I’m not a lost tooka,” Echo grumbles as he follows Tech through the streets to Omega’s location.

“You certainly looked like one.” The smirk in Tech’s voice is oh-so-painfully obvious. “I’ve never seen you so frantic.”

“I wasn’t frantic.”

“Hmmm. Why didn’t you think of communicating with Omega over comms?”

“I forgot we’d given her one.”

“Because you were in a state of panic which clouds logical thought.”

Echo knows he doesn’t have any right to be annoyed with Tech’s smug assessment of the situation, so he grits his teeth and doesn’t offer a rebuttal. Tech glances over his shoulder, and Echo sees that his brother’s eyes alight with amusement.

“I’m sure we’ve all learned a valuable lesson,” Tech continues, “I don’t see why it would have to be reiterated by Hunter.”

“You’re not going to tell him?” Echo asks.

Tech rolls his eyes. “I could fill several data pads with the things I haven’t told Hunter.”

Echo wishes he could see those metaphorical data pads.

They arrive at Omega’s location, and the girl bounds up to them, grabbing Echo’s hand. “I am so sorry, Echo! I turned around and you were just gone!”

“I could say the same thing about you, kid,” Echo huffs. But he gives her hand a squeeze. “How about we do better about sticking together, huh?”

Omega nods emphatically. “Yes, sir!”

“I think it’s best if I keep an eye on the both of you the remainder of this expedition,” Tech says loftily. “Come along, I still need to find a couple of parts for the hyperdrive…”

END

Author’s Note: There is no fear quite the same as misplacing a child in your care…and I don’t think even level headed Echo is immune.

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alicewritingstories · 7 months

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Whumptober Prompt Fills Part 9: Breath

~Also on AO3~

No. 15: “I don’t need you to help me I can handle things myself.” | Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | “I’m fine.”

No. 24: “I’ve got a head full of chemicals; mouth full of ridicule.” | Goodbye Note | Neglect | “I thought they were with you.”

No. 31: “I thought that I was getting better.” | Emptiness | Setbacks | “Take it easy.”

Warning: Brief mention of alcohol use, chronic cardiac and respiratory issues, internalized ableism

Central character(s): Sky, Twilight

As the stars were coming out and the last echoes of the Picori Festival's fireworks display were fading away, the Chain started to drift back together at their chosen campsite in the forest. Tomorrow they would travel on to visit Four's grandfather - Four had gone on ahead with his father to give him some time with his family before his other family descended on them - but tonight would be spent under the stars as usual.

The chatter among the little group was lively as they compared their experiences. Warriors was flushed and slightly giggly, relaxed after the entire bottle of something alcoholic that he'd drunk during the fireworks. Wind, meanwhile, couldn't stop showing off the beautifully-crafted knife he'd won, tripping over his words as he admired it and related his triumph in a quoits-throwing contest.

Twilight heard Legend drop the good-natured observation in Warriors' ear that the young hero really shouldn't have been allowed to join contests alongside ordinary children, but he agreed as Warriors said sleepily that it was good to see Wind act like a child for once.

"What did you do with Sky, Twilight?" asked Wild suddenly, looking up from where he was laying out ingredients for dinner.

Twilight looked at him in confusion. "Me?" he asked and looked over at Time, who was also looking confused.

"I thought Sky was with you, Wild," said Time. "I was about to ask you the same question."

Twilight blinked. "I thought he was with you," he said. "Didn't you go looking for souvenirs for Malon and Sun?"

Time shook his head. "I thought he was going around the food stands with Wild."

"I didn't see him after we separated," said Wild, sitting back on his heels. "I thought he went to watch the horse races with Twilight."

Out of all their Hyrules, Four's was one of the safest, but that didn't mean a missing hero was something to be ignored. Time eased back to his feet with a soft groan and started putting his just-removed armor back on, saying, "He's probably fine, but let's go and check. Wind, Twilight, and Legend, check north, south, and east respectively; I'll take the west. Return in an hour even if you haven't found anything. Hyrule and Wild, stay here and finish setting up camp."

"Shall I check the elixir supply?" asked Wild seriously.

"I hope we won't need healing, but it's worth knowing. Likewise, Warriors, I hope we won't need you to be sober." Time chuckled as Warriors shot him an unfocussed look that he probably intended to be irritated. The remark lightened the anxiety that had been starting to thread through the air, but didn't take it away entirely and as Twilight set out into the darkening forest, heading for the south side of the town, he could feel it twisting somewhere in his gut. He was sure Sky hadn't followed him when he set out through the busy streets, following the sound of hoofbeats and cheering. He really thought he'd heard the other hylian agreeing when Time had said he was going to find a gift for Malon.

What if he'd been wrong and something had happened to Sky when he was separated from the group? How long had he been missing?

Twilight tried to push down the worry. If one of them was going to disappear for a few hours, this was one of the safer places for it to happen. Most likely they'd find that Sky had simply lost track of time or forgotten the rendezvous.

It wasn't like him to have forgotten, but it wasn't impossible in all the noise and excitement of the festival.

And was it more or less likely than that something had happened? There had been no sign of so much as a keese anywhere near the town, but it wouldn't be the first time a member of the Chain, taken unawares, had fallen victim to hylian enemies of one of his brothers. Four had as many enemies as any of them with the exception of Wild and Warriors, who had significantly more.

Twilight gritted his teeth. A crowded festival… someone would have noticed the fight Sky would have put up if attacked.

He was sure he'd gone alone to look at the horses.

He was sure Sky hadn't come with him.

He was sure that if something had happened it hadn't happened right behind him.

His thoughts were interrupted as he caught a familiar smell on the breeze and saw something white gleaming in the forest ahead. Perfume and a white sailcloth. With a gasp of relief, he broke into a jog, calling, "Sky!" as he saw the figure of his brother in the dim light, sitting on a tree stump, leaning his elbows on his knees.

Sky looked up and waved as Twilight heard the wheeze on his breath and realized how fast he was breathing.

"Sky," he said more seriously, crouching beside him. "Are you OK?"

Sky nodded, his hand to his chest, the wheeze more pronounced as he sat upright. "Fine. Sorry, I… know I'm… late."

He couldn't even make it through a sentence without losing breath.

"Are you hurt?"

"No. I'm fine. This happens… sometimes. The damp… makes it worse." Sky forced a grin. "And I made… the mistake… of dancing."

"I didn't know you danced," said Twilight.

"I love dancing." Sky coughed and wheezed. "Unfortunately. Used to be… easier."

Twilight nodded. He wasn't sure what was going on, but said, "Do you need anything?"

"Just to rest." Sky shook his head. Twilight thought he looked pale, but as he propped himself on his knees again his breath seemed to come a little easier.

"OK. It'll be a bit before anyone really worries, so take it easy."

Sky nodded, laying a hand on his chest and wincing. "I thought… I was handling… it. It was fun… to dance again. Even… alone."

"Hey, take it easy. You don't have to make excuses to me and you've not got the breath for much talking, so just say what you have to."

Sky nodded.

Twilight patted his shoulder. "Is this… a new problem?"

"Since… my adventure. Well… mostly."

"OK, tell me the rest later." But he couldn't help asking, "Is this why you can't run as fast or far as the rest of us?"

Sky nodded.

"Why don't you tell anyone that?"

"I'd rather be… made fun of… than treated… like I'm broken."

Twilight started to argue, but remembered he was supposed to be calming Sky down and letting him catch his breath.

Slowly, Sky's breathing steadied and quietened. He sat up and pressed two fingers to the pulse point in his own throat, then nodded.

"OK, I'm all right now," he said. "Let's go."

Still, when Twilight offered him an arm he accepted it to get up.

"You can tell them you found me asleep somewhere," he said with a small smile as they started walking.

"I'll tell them no such thing," said Twilight. "Nobody acts like Time is broken. Nobody's going to think less of you because sometimes you can't breathe right."

Sky shook his head. "I can manage. There's a reason you've not seen me that bad before. But if everyone knows my lungs are always heavy and my heart doesn't beat properly any more…"

"We already know you can't run as far or as fast. What do you think will change from knowing why?"

Sky scowled at the ground.

"If you really want, we can still tease you about being slow and sleepy, but -"

Sky jutted his chin proudly. "But you'll keep a better eye on me to make sure I'm OK? Keep a wing over me in case I fall?"

"Just like with Four when it's cold."

That hit home. Sky sighed, bowing his head. Twilight heard the last of the wheeze.

He put an arm around his shoulders. "Listen, you don't have to tell anyone anything you don't want to, but I'm not lying for you and I think you should tell the truth. Nobody thinks less of you for having scars from your adventure, any more than they do of Wild or… or any of us. It doesn't matter that yours aren't on the outside. Nobody will think you're broken or useless or anything else."

Sky was silent for a long moment, then he said, "I'll think about it."

Twilight hugged him gently and they walked on.

#whumptober2023 #no.15 #I'm fine #no.24 #I thought they were with you #no.31 #Take it easy #linked universe #fic #alcohol mention tw #chronic illness tw #internalized ableism tw #my fanfic #linked universe whump #lu twilight #lu sky

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rd-eternity · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 24: “I’ve got a head full of chemicals; mouth full of ridicule.” | Goodbye Note | Neglect | “I thought they were with you.

Words: 2.3k

Summary: Waking without Theo next to him doesn't concern Liam much, it's his boyfriend's day to meet with Scott. The worry hits when no one, even Scott, hasn't seen him. It only gets worse when Liam gets an envelope with his name on it, and a note.

Liam, We all knew this was coming. I’m not good for you, for anyone else, or for any town I stay in for too long. Before we know it, I’ll ruin this too. Everyone’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. I figure, why let it happen, when I can get you out of the range of my destruction while I still can. Why treat a disease, when you can prevent it from occurring at all? Maybe in another life, we would have lasted forever. If my heart wasn’t just another relic of the trail of bodies I’ve left behind, you’d have it, in its entirety. In another timeline where I don’t kill everything I touch, I would never let go of you. You once said that you weren’t dying for me. I’m making sure you never have to. I love you. Don’t come find me. Theo

#thiam #archive of our own #theo raeken #liam dunbar #teen wolf #whumptober2023 #fanfiction #no.24 #goodbye note #neglect #i thought they were with you #angst with a happy ending #established relationship #fic moodboard

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lady-wallace · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 24 - "Runaway Train" (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Narancia angst and Dadbacchio for today's @whumptober !

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Prompts Used: Goodbye Note, Neglect, "I thought they were with you' Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Character: Narancia

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Narancia paced around his room, holding the half-crumpled note in his hand undecidedly, reading over and over his messy scrawl, half of it scratched out. It wasn't like he wanted to do this but…maybe he had jumped the gun a little with his excitement about his new team and frankly, Narancia wasn't interested in being someplace he wasn't wanted anymore.

Part of him wanted to wait for Bucciarati to return so he could apologize to him, explain in person—the man had done so much for him it only seemed right, but he recalled Bucciarati's fury back in the hospital when he had told Narancia not to join Passione, and the thought of facing him now felt like a defeat, like Bucciarati had been right the whole time.

And Abbacchio…well. Narancia couldn't even face Abbacchio again after the screw-up earlier that had led to all this.

He'd started out so confident too, excited for his first real mission, not just running messages and collecting protection money. That day he and Abbacchio had been sent out on a real job, to retrieve an important hard drive with—probably—top secret information on it.

He had been grateful for the distraction, if he were being honest. Everything sucked lately. He couldn't do the math problems Fugo had taught him a million times, leaving the other teen to blow up at him. He'd accidently skipped a whole street of collections he and Abbacchio had gone out to do the day before, leaving Bucciarati to have to go back and take care of them himself. And…well…he already felt like shit because it was that time of year again, and it always hurt, no matter where he was or what he was doing.

So being trusted to accompany Abbacchio on a mission was a boost to his confidence and a welcome distraction.

Until everything had gone to shit and he had messed up big time.

"Okay, listen up," Abbacchio was saying. "We're going to go in and grab the hard drive and that's it."

"Got it."

"You follow my lead."

Narancia followed his lead until they were surprised by a guy who jumped out and split with the hard drive before they could grab it.

Abbacchio swore as he started to give chase but Narancia stepped forward, summoning his Stand.

"Hold on, I got this!" he shouted excitedly, and executed a strafing run with Aerosmith. The runaway cried out, stumbling as he took several bullet wounds, but he was running toward a waiting car, holding out the hard drive to the driver.

"Aerosmith!"

"Hey, wait! The drive is—"

But Narancia was only thinking about making sure the bad guys didn't run off with the hard drive and unloaded Aerosmith's guns into the guy's hand, riddling the hard drive with bullets until it burst into flames. The guy cried out, throwing it aside and leapt into the car before it sped off with a screech of tires.

Narancia grinned and whooped. "All right! Mission accomplished."

"What the hell were you thinking?"

Narancia was spun around by Abbacchio grabbing his shoulder, fury on the goth's face as he loomed over Narancia.

"We needed that hard drive, you idiot! It had vital information on it!"

Narancia shrank back. "But I…"

"And now because of you, the drive is destroyed and the only guy who might know what's on it got away. Nice one, idiot!"

Narancia tried to bite back the sudden lump in his throat, heart pounding as his elation deflated. "I…I'm so—"

"Save it," Abbacchio snarled. "Now I'm gonna have to tell Bucciarati so he can explain this to Polpo. We're gonna look like a fucking joke—next time…you know what, why do I even bother? It's all in one ear out the other with you, isn't it?"

Narancia followed him silently toward the car. He climbed in and had to fight back tears the whole ride back, feeling awful inside. Abbacchio refused to look at him or say anything, simply driving back to the apartment with a tired look on his face.

Narancia tried again to speak when they got in the door.

"A-Abbacchio, I'm really am sorry I screwed up—"

The man simply shouldered past him and went directly to his room, slamming the door.

Narancia stood there for a long moment before he too went to his room, crawling under his blankets.

He could hear when Bucciarati came home, Abbacchio greeting him stiffly before he explained what had happened.

"You gotta figure out what to do with that kid," Abbacchio snapped.

"I know," Bucciarati sighed, and Narancia felt his heart sink further at his tone. "I was afraid he wasn't cut out for it, and maybe I was right."

Another arrow to the heart. Narancia curled further into the bed.

"Do you need me to—"

"No, I'll handle the clean-up on this one. I need to go report to Polpo now."

The day's events would not stop playing over and over in Narancia's head as he stood in his room, indecision tearing him apart. He really thought he'd found a place here, but he'd thought the same thing when he'd been with his old crew too. He'd been so inspired by Bucciarati and Fugo, that he had wanted nothing more than to follow them, but maybe he didn't fit in here either. After all, who wanted a screw up around?

He finally released his pent-up breath and laid the letter down on the messily made bed.

It was better to leave.

He grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder before listening at the door. When he could hear no one up and about, he slipped out and left the apartment, walking out into the night.

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Abbacchio got up early, making coffee. He winced in sympathy as Bucciarati came into the kitchen yawning, his hair still a mess. He'd been out late fixing the mission Abbacchio and Narancia had screwed up and the ex-cop was still pissed about it.

"How did it go?" he asked.

"Not quite over yet, but it won't take too much longer," Bruno murmured, gratefully accepting a mug of coffee as he checked the time. "Can you go out and finish the collection today? I won't have time for it."

"Of course," Abbacchio said. "Give me the list of places I still need to hit."

Bruno nodded and fetched the list. "Oh, and…take Narancia with you. I'm sure he's feeling bad about yesterday and an easy job will help boost his confidence."

Abbacchio sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "Yeah, all right."

"Go easy on him," Bruno said. "It's…I believe his mother died around this time of year. He's been trying to hide it but I can tell he's down."

Abbacchio felt a pang of sympathy for the kid in his chest. It wasn't that he disliked Narancia at all—the kid was hyper and loud and definitely a little shit, but he was kind of growing on Leone. He honestly felt a little bad for not checking in on Narancia the day before. He knew how bad it could feel to screw up and he had been pretty unforgiving toward Narancia. But he'd spent the afternoon calming down and it looked like he might get an opportunity to talk to the kid today instead.

Bruno left after a quick breakfast and Abbacchio went to get dressed before knocking on Narancia's door.

"Hey, kid? You feel like going out today?"

No answer. Abbacchio knocked again, harder. "Narancia!"

Still no answer.

Abbacchio huffed a sigh but decided to forget it. The kid was probably sulking. He didn't have time to wait around for a sad teenager anyway. Maybe he'd coax Narancia out with pizza for lunch and have a chat with him instead.

He headed out and finished up the protection collection quickly before heading back. He stopped by their usual pizza place and picked up a couple for lunch.

Fugo was back from his own errands by then as well, drawn out with the promise of pizza.

Abbacchio headed to Narancia's room and knocked on the door. "Hey kid, there's pizza."

He waited, but there was still no answer. Frowning, Abbacchio finally opened the door, peeking inside but saw that Narancia was actually nowhere to be found. His bed was even made.

Abbacchio headed back out to the kitchen where Fugo was grabbing a slice.

"Hey, where's Narancia?" Abbacchio asked him.

Fugo gave him an odd look. "I thought he was with you. Bucciarati said you two were doing collection today."

A weird feeling started in Abbacchio's gut, leaving him no longer hungry for the pizza. "He didn't go with me, I knocked on his door this morning and he didn't answer. Did you see him at all?"

Fugo shook his head, his own brow furrowed in worry. "No."

The front door opened and shut and the two looked up hopefully, but deflated slightly when they saw it was Bucciarati.

"Ah, is that pizza I smell? I'm starving."

"Bucciarati, do you have any idea where Narancia might be?" Fugo asked.

Bruno paused with a slice halfway to his mouth looking between Fugo and Abbacchio. "What do you mean? Didn't he go with you today, Abbacchio?"

Abbacchio turned to head back to Narancia's room, stepping inside this time as he looked around, wondering, what? If the kid was hiding like a stray cat?

It was then he saw the crumpled piece of paper on the bed and bent to pick it up, unfolding it.

There were a lot of blacked out bits as if Narancia had re-written it several times, but at the bottom was a couple scrawled sentences:

"Not sure this team is the best fit for me so I decided it was best that I leave. Thanks for giving me a new start—Narancia"

Abbacchio ran back out to the kitchen. "Bucciarati!"

Bucciarati and Fugo looked over the note. Fugo swore.

"That damned idiot!"

Bruno looked worried. "I should have talked to him last night."

"It's not on you," Abbacchio muttered, tucking the note into his pocket. "I'm the one who got pissed and yelled at him."

"You're not the only one," Fugo sighed. "Where do you think he might have gone, Bucciarati?"

"I don't know, but I think we need to go look for him now before he does something he regrets. The last thing I want is for him to beg Polpo to put him with another crew. I don't want him getting into the shit some of the other teams deal with."

Abbacchio and Fugo nodded in agreement and they wordlessly headed out of the apartment, splitting up to look for their missing member.

Abbacchio found him relatively quickly to his relief, sitting on a bench outside of Libecchio with a stuffed backpack sitting between his feet.

Abbacchio crossed the street, taking a deep breath as he thought about what he could say.

When he finally stopped by the bench, he said, "What are you doing out here, kid?"

Narancia startled and looked up at him in surprise before glancing back down. "Was gonna go inside to eat but…don't have any money."

Abbacchio stepped around him to sit down on the other end of the bench. "You know all you have to do is tell them you're part of Bucciarati's team and they'll give you a meal on the house."

Narancia glanced over at him. "Yeah, but I'm not anymore, am I?" he said bitterly.

Abbacchio raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I saw your note, but the thing is, Bucciarati actually has to okay you leaving the team and moving to another one or whatever you were planning on doing."

Narancia looked down, hands gripping the straps of his backpack. "So I screwed up again." He sighed. "Let's go back then so I can be officially fired."

"Narancia," Abbacchio caught his shoulder before he could get up. "You're not fired. Look, I'm sorry for blowing up at you yesterday, I was just pissed you didn't take a second to listen to a plan. But we've all made mistakes. You just…learn to do better the next time. You know how many screw-ups Bucciarati's had to smooth over for Fugo and me? You're not the only one. But listen." He turned to Narancia and the boy looked up at him cautiously. "This job isn't a game. It's dangerous, and next time, failing to listen to orders might get you or someone else killed. You're the one who made the decision to join Passione despite Bucciarati telling you not too—don't do something stupid and put your death on his hands."

Narancia looked down and Abbacchio cleared his throat, softening his voice slightly. "That being said, as much as I hate to admit it, I think you'll be a good addition to the team."

Narancia perked up slightly, with a small smile. "I'm sorry. I know I don't make great decisions all the time. It's just…this week hadn't been great and I'm kinda extra messed up right now, you know?"

"Yeah, I get it," Abbacchio replied before he stood, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Come on. If you're hungry, we have pizza at home."

Narancia stood, blinking in surprise as he pulled his backpack over his shoulders. "So…that's it? I just get to go back to the apartment and eat pizza?"

"I'm not saying Bucciarati isn't going to have a talk with you, but you're not getting kicked out or anything."

Narancia's shoulders slumped in relief, before he hesitated. "Um…Abbacchio? Would it be okay to make a quick stop first?"

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Narancia stopped beside his mother's grave, taking a breath before bending to place the small bunch of flowers he had picked on the way. Abbacchio stood off to one side respectfully. It was nice, actually. It had been a long time since Narancia had visited his mother's grave with anyone else. Obviously, his father couldn't be bothered to give a shit about anything, not even his dead wife—or his living son.

"I guess she probably wouldn't be proud of me, huh?" Narancia muttered. "I mean…I'm not exactly doing the best work."

"I don't know about that," Abbacchio spoke up. "I like to think it's all in how you go about it. The world is an unjust place and it's left up to you to find justice for yourself, no matter what you have to do to get there."

Narancia looked up at him, surprised. "Yeah, I like the sound of that."

He set his hand on the gravestone before pulling away.

"Ready to head back?" Abbacchio asked.

Narancia nodded and as Abbacchio started to turn away, he impulsive ran to the older man and threw his arms around him.

Abbacchio froze in surprise, but Narancia squeezed him once before pulling back.

"Thanks, Abbacchio," he said, smiling up at his new teammate.

Abbacchio huffed a breath and actually smiled back, reaching out to ruffle a hand through his hair. "Come on, kid. Let's go home."

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Whumptober 2023 – Day 24 | “I thought they were with you.”

Characters: Jack Aubrey, the crew

Words: 1377

Warnings: mentions of death and injuries, swearing

A/N: Day 24 for Whumptober, today’s prompt: "I thought they were with you”

Jack angrily kicked against the door of the cell he had just been locked in, letting out a string of curses. His crew was watching him warily but they knew it was better not to approach him right now. Having had his ship taken by a French privateer was already almost too much for him. But that the Captain of said ship also needed to taunt him and knock him over the head when he had won already had drastically worsened Jack’s mood even more. But alas, there was nothing he could do right now except making sure his crew was here and safe. Which wasn’t that easy, considering he was locked up with only about twenty of them and he could not see outside, except for that small, barred hole in the door and so didn’t know who else was being brought into other cells of the brig. And maybe it would have been better to wait until the French seemed done with getting all their prisoners locked up but whenever he heard someone come, the officer would shout, asking who it was and who was with them, trying to keep track of who was here already and who was still missing. Or who had died.

After almost an eternity, it seemed like everyone was locked up in the hold and yet Jack was still missing a few people. Among them Stephen. There was a nagging feeling inside his mind that he could not explain the doctor’s absence because he had not even been in the battle and therefore couldn’t have been harmed there. If he was missing did that mean the French just killed him? Someone else asked who was missing and Jack started listing names, feeling relieved that it turned out two of them were here nonetheless. But Stephen remained unfound. Instantly discussions started about who had last seen him and where.

“I thought he was with you!”

“Why yes, he was. Then he went back for his supplies”

“What supplies?”

“Has someone seen the doctor back in sickbay? Or seen him being taken?” the discussion got louder and louder until a French sailor seemed to have enough, knocked against one of the cells and demanded silence. Jack watched him and unbeknownst to the sailor he was lucky that the gaps between the bars where too narrow for Jacks arm to pass through or he might have found himself in a death grip from the blond captain.

“Oi. You! Stop right there!” he yelled after him instead “Where’s the doctor? Our doctor. Le docteur? Ou est?” the man he was talking (or better said yelling) to didn’t react and continued walking away from Jack’s view “Darned son of a whore! Poxed little piece of shit” still unimpressed the Frenchman started talking to a colleague and Jack was seeing red, continuing to hurl insults at the man, every now and then asking about Stephen again.

Five days passed and there still was no word of Stephen and the other four people, except for one that had been confirmed dead. Jack continued to pester anyone who dared to come downstairs where the rest of his crew was but was blatantly ignored. Although he would never admit it everyone knew that he was very worried about his best friend and were certain that if Jack found out that someone had hurt the doctor he would make him pay hell.

But then they finally seemed to have reached a port and despite the missing crewmembers, Jack was most glad that he finally got out of that ship’s hold and smell fresh air again, even if it only was for a short time until they’d contain them at a new place. At least this time the cell was bigger and he found himself in one with other crewmembers too, so he could personally ascertain they were alright, which luckily was the case most of the time except for a few little wounds or fading bruises. Those that were not in such a good health had been treated by their fellow sailors as best as they could and yet Jack still tried to get a real doctor to have a look at them. (And of course still insisted to be told that had happened to the crewmembers that were still nowhere to be found). But of course no one did a thing or even answered. For another two hours Jack waited, hoping that maybe the missing people would just turn up, perhaps having been critically injured and in sickbay but then he slowly started to lose hope. After all it was not uncommon that someone went overboard during a battle and even if they were good swimmers it was likely that they drowned. Somehow, Jack knew that a part of him had already accepted the fact that this probably was what had happened, considering that no one even said something as if they didn’t know what he was talking about. And yet there was a part of him that refused to believe it until he had proof, which of course was almost impossible to get. So he sat down and leant his head against the wall, unsure what he was supposed to do now. Well, there wasn’t much he could do really except waiting until they were freed.

A few days later – the crew discussed whether it had been three or four, maybe even five, since no one knew for certain – the big surprise came. A small figure entered the prison they were held in and it soon turned out to be Stephen. As soon as they recognized him the whole crew jumped to their feet and asked him where he had been and what had happened. One of the first to do so of course was the Captain, holding onto the prison bars as if his life depended on it. Stephen looked around in confusion.

“What is the matter with all of you?” he asked

“What the matter is?” Jack almost laughed in disbelief “We all thought you dead, dear doctor”

“Dead? No” he adjusted his glasses “Why no, I am very much alive, as you can see”

“You have been missing since the battle”

“Well no, I have always been on the ship”

“And where?” Jack was almost shouting now but he didn’t care. Although he was more than relieved to see his best friend unharmed a part of him just wanted to grab and shake him for daring to disappear just like this and not even letting them know he was fine.

“Taking care of the wounded of course. As it turned out their own surgeon was not of much use so their Captain wanted me to help and has been most generous and grateful”

“You mean to tell me that while we all were worried about you, you have been living your best life?”

“No, not quite. But it has been adequate. I thought you knew they would ask me for help”

“No one would tell us anything!”

“They didn’t?” Jack gave him a glance

“Do you think I would pester you with all these questions if I knew?”

“Oh, fair enough” he gave a nod “Do tell, my dear, how have you been? I trust you have been treated alright?” now Jack said nothing but instead the crew started telling him what had happened, which wasn’t much of course but no one could really complain. And soon they were asking if perhaps he had an idea what happened with the men they still didn’t know of. “They are in the hospital”

“You mean they’re alive?” Jack cried

“Barely have been but they will all make it”

“Why thank goodness” Jack breathed, for the first time in days feeling pure joy. Yet there was a still nagging feeling inside him that was mad at his friend for not just letting him know that he was alright. Then again it had not been his fault and surely had not been allowed to see them on the ship and didn’t know that no one had told Jack about his whereabouts. No, he decided, there was no reason to be mad at his friend when he just was so excited to see him well and up and about.

#whumptober 2023 #no.24 #i thought they were with you #master and commander #fic #battle mention #death mention #age of sail #naval times #aubreyad #jack aubrey #stephen maturin #hms surprise #aubrey maturin #aubrey maturin series #aubrey #aubrey-maturin #boat media

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Whumptober Day 24! Where did Julian go?

#whumptober 2023 #no.24 #I thought they were with you #unprepared casters #body horror tw #just a little #I've taken a kid's hand #unprepared casters fic #once upon a crime #Juniper eryris #Julian Crimebo #Lee #missing child #murder spree #Juniper loves her son #she wants him back

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musewrangler · 6 months

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He could see a piece of durasteel beam over his head. Large chunks of concrete were all around him—twisted wires emerging from their shattered remains like strange mechanical vines.

He was aware of what he was hearing now—-cries from other victims and the wail of sirens. No one had expected this attack, he reflected. Not even their Jedi.

He found a rhythm for shallow breaths so as not to cause such agony. He could taste iron in his mouth and wondered if that was indicative of a more serious problem.

Likely.

But he couldn’t move very much—his right arm was trapped and both of his legs.

Still—he had to try. He wanted to live.

Venka took as deep a breath as he could manage, and shouted.

#whumptober 2023 #no.24 #I thought they were with you #star wars #fan fic #star wars original trilogy #star wars au #han solo #leia organa #tom venka #friendship #imperial rebel friendship #loyalty #rescue #empire reimagined

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siderealdei · 6 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clone Troopers & Jedi Order (Star Wars) Characters: CC-3636 | Wolffe, CC-5052 | Bly, CC-8826 | Neyo, CC-1138 | Bacara, CC-2224 | Cody Additional Tags: Whumptober 2023, Haunted Clone Week 2023, Post-Order 66 (Star Wars), Order 66 Aftermath (Star Wars) Series: Part 2 of Haunted Clone Week 2023, Part 13 of Whumptober 2023 Summary:

Whumptober No 24: “I’ve got a head full of chemicals; mouth full of ridicule.” Goodbye Note | Neglect | “I thought they were with you.”

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Haunted Clone Week: Force Ghosts; Left Behind; "Ghosts are guilt, ghosts are secrets, ghosts are regrets and failings. But most times, most times a ghost is a wish." (The Haunting of Hill House)

The Jedi haunt their clone troopers.

#whumptober2023 #no.24 #i thought they were with you #goodbye note #star wars clone wars #fic #haunted clone week #force ghosts #my fic #my writing

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“I’ve got a head full of chemicals; mouth full of ridicule.”

Day No: 24

Prompt: "I thought they were with you."

Fandom: Murdoch Mysteries

Medium: fic

Trigger Warnings: none

SFW

Julia Ogden waded through the crowd, trying to find her family. The chaos worried her, but as soon as she saw her husband, a little bit of her fear started lowering. She saw Harry. “Where’s Susannah?” she demanded.

He looked startled. “I thought you had her,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

He looked around, wondering if some other soul picked her up. “I thought I heard you say you were closer to her, so you would grab her and meet us here.”

Her blood chilled. “William, I was never near you to even talk.” The two paused for five seconds before setting off. Harry was directed to stand near Higgins while they went back inside.

With the crowd rushing out, it was hard to get to the area where they had been. They did, eventually, get to the area where the young toddler would have been. Only her blanket was found, with no sign of the new matron. Until William saw a leg sticking out from behind a table. It was their brand new matron, already murdered not even three weeks in. “Throat was slit,” he informed, crossing himself before standing up.

This was one of her worst nightmares.

“Not again, not again,” she muttered.

“Julia,” William reached out. She shook her head. This was not happening again. Her daughter was not kidnapped again after the last time.

Someone spinning her around and placing something in her arms was completely unexpected, and it took her a few seconds to realize her daughter was gently patting her face and babbling. “Susannah!”

“Her and Jordan managed to get under a table and eat a fair bit of someone’s cake,” their savior informed. Watts was holding the other young girl, who looked a bit put out at not being allowed near the food on the floor. “It might have been mine, I lost it during the first scream.”

Murdoch rubbed the small back of his child, also purposely grazing his wife. "Did you manage to see anything?" he questioned.

Watts shook his head. "Not much. The scream was likely to separate certain children from their parents. A couple of the constables and myself have been reuniting them. Jordan and Susannah were the last ones."

"Certain children?" Julia picked up on.

"Law enforcement. Most were the children of police officers." That sent a chill down the couple's backs, combining with their previous fear. "I did manage to knock someone out while trying to get to the girls."

Murdoch straightened his back, ready to set himself on a warpath. Watts recognized it and set the little girl on the ground. Julia took the other little girl's hand before she could get to any of the food on the floor. The two men headed deeper in the building.

#murdoch mysteries #whumptober2023 #julia ogden #i thought they were with you #william murdoch #Susannah murdoch #the baby #llewellyn watts

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nerdywalkingencyclopedia · 6 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: FBI: Most Wanted (TV 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Remy Scott, Ray Cannon (FBI: Most Wanted), Kristin Gaines, Sheryll Barnes, Isobelle Castille (mentioned), Fugitive Task Force (FBI: Most Wanted) Additional Tags: Whumptober, Explosions, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Hurt Remy Scott, Kristin Gaines is Missing, Worried Fugitive Task Force (FBI: Most Wanted), Short, Mentioned Isobelle Castille, Whumptober 2023 Series: Part 24 of NatK - Whumptober 2023 Summary:

Whumptober 2023

Day 24 - "I thought they were with you"

Searching for a dangerous fugitive leads to an explosive end...

#whumptober2023 #no. 24 #i thought they were with you #fbi most wanted cbs #fbi mw cbs #fic #remy scott #kristin gaines

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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

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if there's anything i've learned from the current state of social media it's that this is one of the worst possible notifications you can receive upon opening an app

#skye's ramblings #i thought you guys were exaggerating how ass-ugly the discord update is. why isn't this optional. what if we all died #big thanks to discord and tumblr for both making bad layout changes to their apps in the same week. i love complaining <3

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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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