#is this too long

[elliesdoll]

idk why i keep thinking abt angsty loser!ellie… she is my baby

nsfw! just ellie masturbating n crying (me) 𝜗𝜚

pts 2 & 3 already posted!

a wonderful anon said my fic reminded them of this song and they r so right… listen to it rn

daily click! do not buy tlou free palestine 🇵🇸

ellie was so in love with you. she is so in love with you.

you are her light. your smile, your laugh, your everything. she just couldn’t get enough of you. being friends with you was probably the best blessing god could ever gift her, yet also the worst punishment.

she knew she could never have you.

not in the way she wanted, anyway.

you talk ellie’s ear off almost everyday, and ellie never gets tired of it. your sweet voice that felt like pure honey and warmth being poured into her ears. so sickly sweet. she swore you were a siren of some sort.

you were so perfect and you didn’t even know it. you would tell ellie about your escapades and little ‘situationships’ as you’d like to call it, and it made her sick. every last person you talked about seemed like shit. she couldn’t believe that you thought that’s all you were worthy of.

she would worship you if you gave her the chance.

she told you the same thing each time: “fuck them. you know you’re too pretty for them anyway.”

and you were always grateful for her. who else would remind you of your worth? you needed her, she was your rock. your fidgety, awkwardly nerdy rock.

she was always the shy type. or she was around you, at least. she was never too bashful, but sometimes she’d slip and show you just how nervous you make her. her freckled skin would turn all pink, her eyes avoiding your gaze. she’d have an awkward, thin-lipped smile, and you could feel the clamminess of her hands if she was touching you. you’d find it cute, how she’d just melt if you two were touching or you’d give her a compliment on literally anything.

but what you didn’t know, is how she hated herself for it.

after anytime you two hung out, she’d go home, stomping to her room and looking down at her feet. “so fucking stupid.” she’d mutter to herself, thinking of all the times she stuttered around you or got all warm in the face. but without fail, each little mishap would lead to her in her bed, a string of curses leaving her mouth while pathetically fingering herself to the thought of you.

one particular night, she had shown up to your house unannounced. knocking at your door, leaning back on her heels as she waited for you to open up.

she doesn’t normally do this. she never does this. but she thought maybe you two had gotten close enough. just enough for her to show up at your home anytime she felt like seeing you.

so when you opened the door, and she saw your hair a bit disheveled, your cheeks flushed and what appeared to be a hickey below your jaw, that thought quickly went away.

“fuck, els. i’m sorry but… really bad timing.”

you said with a light chuckle, giving her an apologetic smile. she just stared at you, eyes wide and her cheeks red.

“fuck. i’m sorry, shit. i don’t know why i showed up here— i wasn’t thinking. sorry.”

she mutters, stuttering over her words. she hated how her tummy got all fuzzy and how her boxers suddenly felt all warm and soaked. all while having the biggest lump in her throat.

before you could say anything back, she was already speed walking away from your front door, down to her car. she got in and drove away, not even bothering to see if you were still there, watching her.

she felt so fucking stupid. her vision was blurry as she drove home, speeding until she finally parked in her driveway. who the fuck was in your house? which one was it fucking you? did they even love you like she did? she wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

she swung the door open, then slammed it behind her as she ran to her room. she closed the door and locked in, and let the tears flow. she kicked her beat up converse off, and aggressively rubbed her cheeks to get rid of the wet tears that rolled down them.

“fucking idiot.”

“why the fuck would i?— god.”

“what did i think? she doesn’t love me.”

she mumbles to herself, all through hiccups and stuttered breaths. her pretty cheeks are wet with hot tears, her eyes red and watery. even her poor nose is all stuffed up, making her sound nasally as she dumbly insults herself.

one by one, she removes her clothes. she fiddles with the button of her jeans and undoes it, hooking her thumbs under the band of her boxers at the same time, and kicks it all off. she then moves to her hoodie, messily taking it off and cursing when it gets stuck on her little bun. she even takes her sports bra off, which she never does.

fully naked and vulnerable, she turns all the lights off and crawls into bed.

she sobs into her pillow, feeling like some pathetic idiot. she doesn’t know why she ever thought you’d feel for her the way she feels for you. she felt so fucking perverted too— getting wet over the idea of you getting fucked. getting wet over your smile, your touch.

she sniffles, her slender hand slithering down to her pussy. she sighs as her middle finger lightly swipes by her clit, feeling just how wet she is. she brings her ring finger into the mix and circles her clit, gathering all the wetness from her clenching hole.

she moans, quietly. ellie isn’t typically a moaner, but she is right now. she is for you. she rubs her clit rapidly, the sounds of her squelching pussy filling her dark room. she closes her eyes, not wanting to cum too quick. she stars to think about you, and her fingers go to plug her hole.

she imagines you below her, giving her that sweet smile as she made love to you. she wanted to love you so bad, it hurt.

“oh god— shit,” she whined to herself, legs spread and feet planted on her bed, knees bent as she mercilessly fucked herself to the thought of you. she wanted to make you cum by her fingers, mouth, cunt— whatever the fuck you wanted.

her imagination switched to your mouth on her pussy, lapping at her clit and eating her out like you’d die if you didn’t. she let out a shaky whine, imagining that her fingers were your tongue, moving in and out of her as your nose nudged her clit.

ellie’s breath sped up, her eyebrows knitted upwards as she felt that hot, sticky feeling in her belly just come flooding out. her cunt pushed out and clenched around her fingers, as she cums with a strangled cry. her body covered in a thin layer of sweat, and her thighs trembling as her slick came gushing out of her, staining her sheets below her.

she slowly pulled her fingers out, catching her breath. she could feel her heart in her ears. but the ache never left. she’s still crying, just not as theatrically. she doesn’t even bother cleaning herself up or her bed, just turning to the side and hugging her pillow. she shoves her face into the plush pillow, her wet face dampening the fabric. and there, cum sticking her thighs and pussy together, naked, she fell asleep.

and she’ll never move on, either. you haunt her, even in her dreams. doomed to love you in every reality.

aaakkk i dunno how to end these 😖 this is my first fic(?) drabble thingy ever so pls be gentle haha lol ☺️☺️☺️👍

this is so rushed bai 😑

#ellie williams #tlou2 #abby the last of us #abby tlou #ellie williams smut #ellie x reader #lesbian #tlou part 2 #ellie #ellie x fem reader #ellie smut #wlw #i hate this #i’m nervyyy #is this too long #loser ellie

[annalu86]

Casual confirmation.

“So” said Nolan, looking around the full living room “Tim came to watch the game, that ok with everyone?”

Nyla, James, Angela, Bailey and Lucy all make noises of consent.

“I’ll see what we’ve got in the fridge for snacks, does anyone need another drink?” Said Bailey getting up from the end of the sofa

“I’ll come and help” offered Angela, Nyla stands with them and the three women walk towards the kitchen. John walks round and takes the seat that Bailey had vacated, he starts fiddling with the remote finding the correct channel whilst Tim walks towards Lucy.

“Here, you take this chair” Lucy says, standing. Tim opens his mouth to argue but Lucy doesn’t let him. “Which one of us has had back surgery? Hmmm” she laughs, adding a muttered “old man” under her breath as she shuffles past the coffee table to gather the soft orange cushions at the end of the sofa. She pops one on the ground between James and the seat now occupied by Tim. Sliding to the floor she placed the other cushion behind her back. She was about to reassure Tim of how comfy she was when a loud peel of laughter hit them from the kitchen, followed quickly by Nolan finding the correct channel. Angela and Nyla came back with several bottles of beer and a fresh bottle of both red and white wines.

“Lucy we can make space for you on the sofa” Angela says as she pats the space on the far end of the sofa between her and Nolan. Lucy Looks at the seat being offered and then at Tim, at their feet centimetres from each other, and shakes her head.

“I’m all comfy here now, but thanks” neither Lucy or Tim miss the look that passes from Angela to Nyla to Bailey, who has arrived back with a large bowl of chips and dips. Nothing gets past these three super smart women.

By this time there’s only around 30 minutes left of the game, it passes easily the group chatting casually. Swapping stories with Bailey, Wesley coming back in from settling Jack in one of the spare bedrooms and James nipping out to deal with Leah in the other. With all adults back in the room and the game over the question turns to what they should do next.

“Maybe we should think about heading home” James suggests, Nyla turns sharply eyebrows raised “or not!” James says quickly “How about a little games night?”

“Couples games night!” Angela said with delight, a pointed look at Tim

“I’m not really a games night kind of person” said Tim gruffly

“Yes but Lucy is”

And Angela wasn’t wrong, Lucy had perked up at the mention of games and now she turned her face up towards Tim, from the floor “Please” she asked softly.

Tim sighed “fine” Lucy smiled brightly and somewhat bravely closed the distance between their feet and used her now bare toes to rub the back of his calf.

More looks were passed, this time between all the other occupants of the room. Angela look triumphant as she said “well the teams are obvious! Let’s start with questions. Bailey do you have an actual game or shall I look on line for questions?” Angela had fully taken charge and it was clearly making Tim nervous as he shifted in his seat.

Nyla and James went first, Angela read out questions from an app she found on her phone. They did well, Nyla knew what James’ first ever job was and James new the name of Nyla’s first boyfriend amongst other things. Bailey and Nolan were next up, Nyla took over as question master and the group laughed as Nolan tried to remember all the jobs Bailey had had and Bailey made Nolan blush guessing his favourite physical feature of hers. Once they had answered all their questions the phone was passed to Lucy to ask Angela and Wesley their questions, no one was surprised by how quickly and sweetly the pair answered every question correctly. “You have been together the longest, so it’s not really much of a surprise” said Lucy with a fond smile.

“But technically you and Tim have known each other longer, haven’t you?” Said Nyla with a mischievous grin “you two should sail through these” she said taking the phone from Lucy and passing it to Bailey. Tim looked down at Lucy, Lucy gazed back up at him fiercely. The challenge had been accepted! Within the first two questions Lucy was up on her knees. Her hands on Tim’s leg, as if trying to shake the answer to the name of her childhood pets into him. By the fifth question she was perching on the edge of the coffee table in front of him, both her legs in between his, a hand on each of his knees. He was laughing at her overexcitedness, gazing at her with unfiltered adoration. The game finished, all the couples happily declared Wesley and Angela the winners of this round. Lucy, instead of returning to her original space, merely turned around and sat on the floor between Tim’s knees, her back up against the chair. Tim absentmindedly played with her hair as Angela prepared the next game.

As the night had gone on and Tim and Lucy had relaxed the enquiring and surprised looks between their friends had lessened to be replaced by looks of affection and happiness as they took in the pair who had clearly, finally, taken that step beyond coworkers and friends. There was nothing to say, no questions to ask, the actions before them stood for themselves.

The four couples played different games, laughed and drank late into the night. Nolan had already offered Nyla and James and Angela and Wesley their spare rooms for the night when they’d put the babies down hours before. So it was just Tim and Lucy needing to say goodbye at the end of the night. Tim had drunk a single beer when he had arrived and watched the game, he had noticed Lucy happily enjoying her drink so in a quiet moment had told her he would drive her home and she could keep drinking, which may have added to her competitive spirit. “Lucy, it’s time to go.” Tim tried again, he had been trying to get Lucy out the door for ten minutes now but she was definitely tipsy and was keen to keep chatting. He walked up behind her put one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder and tried to turn her gently.

“Will you make me pancakes for breakfast?” She asked out of nowhere. He glanced up quickly at the others, he wasn’t sure why but it was probably going to take some getting used to, behaving like a normal couple in front of their friends.

“If you get in the car now, I promise to make you pancakes” he ignored Angela and Bailey ahhing from behind him as he steered Lucy finally through the front door. As the door closed behind them he heard Bailey announce loudly “who knew he could be so sweet?” To which Angela replied “To Lucy? Always” he couldn’t help but smile as he led his girlfriend to his truck.

#chenford #chenford fanfic #tim bradford #lucy chen #is this too long #it’s too long right? #the rookie #what happens when the camera stops #sorry for my englishisms #do Americans even call them coffee tables?!

[lumi-procrastinate]

Interlaced Fate

Chapter 1/??? | Another Helory Story (Canon) | Memory's POV

Hope you'll enjoy this one! The comic based on these is still on the way so have more writing instead \(´ ꒳` )/  -Lumi

Socializing is my forte, or at least that's what most people think of me.

which is oddly funny since they were always confusing to me. I always have this difficulty, you see—I can't seem to perceive or evaluate emotions.

Despite that, I tried my best to fit in anyway. It didn't take me long before I managed to remember all of the patterns and acts that I needed to do for certain types of people.

The multiverse is a terrifying place; maybe it's terrible for me to act this way, but losing my life isn't exactly an ideal alternative either.

Whatever it is that I need to do, I'll do it as long as I survive, and a little acting isn't that much of a price to pay.

Thankfully, I found someone interesting enough to ease the process. His name is Epitome; he's another version of me that acts rather... peculiarly rough.

With his brute-like strength, he'd protect me from time to time from all sorts of danger. He's not only useful but also quite entertaining to have around. Soon enough, he became my best friend.

It's not rare for people to express their concern about him, though. He's not exactly the friendly type you see; he acts offensively most of the time and would hit me full force as a sign of affection.

They'd always wonder why I was befriending such a brute. Despite all that, I got attached to him and acted along with his antics.

Lately though... it's been tiring.

After all this time, I've realised how little I know about his thoughts and sentiments; it's as if he's just another distant stranger to me for whatever reason.

The thought of him seeing me as nothing always leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. So whenever I got the chance, I'd choose a random universe to go to so I could clear my head from those sorts of thoughts.

Usually, teleporting won't be such a big deal.

Something sure went wrong today.

Suddenly I found myself up in the air, about 27 feet above the ground.

Wind flows all around me as gravity pulls me down in an instant, and the gust hits me harder as I accelerate downwards.

The breeze cradles me as I finally feel my built-up fatigue and reality slowly fade away.

That is until an abrupt, sharp sensation woke me up again; I was plunging through a tree, getting closer to what seems to be an inevitable end.

Everything went black as I prepared for the pain to seep in.

To my surprise, something soft broke my fall.

My "heart" races as I gasp for air, my eyes opened instantly to reveal another skeleton a few inches away from my face.

One of his eye sockets were blank with a flower engraving around it. He had a bigger stature than mine, and it’s no doubt that he he could have shoved me away easily earlier.  

I get off of him instantly, It’s hard to not notice how tense he was.

Showing him the best smile I could make, I bent down to offer him a hand. "I’m really really sorry, stranger," I managed to mutter out. 

He took my hand quietly and got up, I checked him again to see if he was completely fine.

“Oh thank heavens, you’re alright-” I sighed in relief “-but I really am sorry for making such an atrocious entrance, hope I made a somewhat memorable first impression on you though.”

What happened must have terrified him completely, so I decided to lighten the mood somehow. 

He didn’t respond much and I started losing grip on my acting.

Silence was always unnerving to me. I always end up rambling random stuffs whenever that happens to fill in the dullness, and it’s no different from now.

-“Honestly, this one is my finest first impressions yet, there’s this one time I accidentally crashed into someone’s party -not by falling from the sky though, I just got thrown through their house by a friend of mine and.”-

Lots of people find this habit of mine annoying, so I don’t act like this most of the time.

Perhaps this stranger thinks so too, since he’s only been looking at me silently. 

But I guess it was nice to not being told off for once...

“Ah well, that was fun,” I clasp my hands together as I conclude my sentence “,but I wanna explore this place for a little, so see ya stranger! It was nice meeting you!”

Like earlier, he didn’t respond at all as I waved goodbye to him. 

I ran towards the meadow around us and stopped as soon as he’s out of my sight. The fatigue from earlier greets me again as I lose the last bits of energy left in me. 

Everything goes black as I began to fall asleep on the spot.

[End of chapter]

Helian!Sans and UnderBlood belongs to @foxalone

Epitome!Sans and UnderEpitome belongs to @jellymelting

[Next]

Alternative version: [Helian’s POV]

#is this too long #I feel like I have no sense of pacing anymore #help- #canon #1st person pov #memory's pov #helory #helian x memory #helian!sans #memory!sans #writeblr #my writing #writing #writers on tumblr #yeah- #this one has a different style #I'm practicing the classical monologue ones lol #tell me if it's annoying somehow please- #epitome!sans

[teansouprmyjam]

half-elf: who is your favorite guest player rogue: what was a moment that made you cry barbarian: who is your favorite villain? :D

thank you so much for the ask :DDD

half-elf: who is your favorite guest player

i love them all but the last batch of guests (aabria, christian, aimee, utkarsh and emily) was everything to me. If i had to choose only one i'd say aabria! i feel like all of her little convos with the others are so well timed and so insightful, like she knows exactly where to go to push development in a character! she can be really light-hearted AND intense and precise(? in her roleplay and she does it so well!!!

rogue: what was a moment that made you cry

i've answered this one here!

barbarian: who is your favorite villain

lorenzo and obann + the laughing hand are some of my favorite villains! The lorenzo ambush going wrong and losing yasha to obann are things that really make them seem like Scary villains that you can't defeat that easily. Same thing goes for lucien actually! Having to keep track of him and working with him at some points,, the TENSION of always bracing for the time they have to turn on each other!!! and all the ambushes!! and OFC the fact that was molly's body.... amazing.

Also! Ludinus! I'm not sure about what's going on with him yet so he might disappoint me BUT i've been obsessed with the guy and molaesmyr since campaign 2 and i just need to know more. He's just so annoying and stuck up and wizard hubris incarnate. He makes for a great villain.

#asks #ask game #critical role #cr spoilers #probably #is this too long #i could keep talking forever #i'd mention the briarwoods too!!! they get a special mention for being so fucked up in campaign 1 #i'm hoping delilah will step it up a little this campaign.... i know she can be worse>:)

[sprymagician]

Show us the Troll, he sounds interesting

That I can do.

You come to a hive near the ocean. The grass is dead, the yard is littered with cracked bones and an unsettling lusus with a dull looking Scar on its blank head seems to poke around for a meal before silently tearing off into the nearby woods, looking to eviscerate something on its crescent horns. But we aren't here to learn about Scar. We are here to learn about the man inside the creepy and weathered hive.

Inside whatever would constitute as a bedroom for these trolls, A respiteblock or what have you, would be a tall, thin looking troll. He would be wearing a dark hoodie, with a pair of baggy pants on and a singular shoe on his right foot. His other leg, You might notice, Would seem to end in a metal recreation of said show, And would continue upwards to about his knee. Hilariously, his pants seemed to be ripped at about where his knees would be. Unimportant for now but let's keep rolling. He would have a bit more metal on him, His right hand also being completely replaced by a metallic and robotic creation, as maroon joints seemed to show as he would be messing with the inner components of the leg mechanism. A challenge, due to the large crescent horns that flanked either side of his head, Barely hidden by a bedraggled mess of short black hair. Around his neck, A necklace of a bygone entity, But not the one you are thinking. It was a simple make, the iron symbol being a pair of half Crescent curves connected by a simple U shape.

Surely this man has a name and things in his room and I would say, yes he does im getting there. His name would be Thorne Mallek, and he would be sat in a chair in his room, A simple set of tuning tools beside him on a desk. The maroon troll would have borrowed the tools from a friend, the brown handled things providing him with the means to... Fix the prosthetic replacements he had. The room would have a deafening Silence to it, the decor one of.... well not the brightest or optimistic or people. A dull Laptop sat near the tools as a dark cloak would be draped over the back of the chair. The cloak was as ancient as the necklace, a downright near medieval looking thing with a drab, dusty look and the ever pervasive scent of dust upon it. A large bookshelf would be in this room as well, Mostly old books and unopened tomes about some old fuckhead Thorne's moirail wanted him to learn about. The... Silencer, or something or other. Thorne couldn't give more than a fuck about it. Leaning up against the bookcase, near the door would be the one thing Thorne did care about. This particular thing was also as old as the cloak, and as old as the Sign of the Silencer around his neck would be a large, black scythe. Nearly as tall as Thorne himself, the scythe was the one thing in the house that looked new, the rest having some sort of wear or, like the cloak, was ratty or torn. Not this. The weapon would seem to hold a clarity, the wood of the handle stained black with dye, and the large, curved blade like polished obsidian. The scythe never left the trolls side as he had found it quite a long time ago. Not that he could use it. The damn thing was much to heavy to reliabily use, aside from placing a nice Scar on the lusus. No, Thorne's usual weapon was a more of the farm tool scythe, As he would finally fix his lex and twist it back into place. It would click loudly as it was slotted back in, The man standing looking about the room, before heading towards the door. The noise of his heavy steps, Along with the occasional, near imperceptible squeak of a hinge would follow after the abnormally tall Maroon, As he would grab the scythe to use as a walking stick, before heading out into the night.

((How to end blurbs. Send))

#Spry's Writing Tag #my OC things #Thorne Mallek #idk what else to put? #is this too long #Idk man ive been here a while #theres probably more i could put but idk what #Homestuck Fan Writings #homestuck

[barbieaiden]

turns out character biographies were a little easier to write when i actually. you know. sat down and wrote them instead of worrying about it

#i'm still like #is this too long #but also since i don't have a story or anything i'm trying to sum up #their past and their present and some of their personality #and i mean for jordan i did that in 188 words for my first draft at least which i think #is not that much #for all of that #right

[hallucynatiing]

Nesta Archeron Playlist *ੈ✩‧₊˚

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°˖➴ Closure - Taylor Swift

It wasn't right

The way it all went down

Looks like you know that now

°˖➴ Mad Woman - Taylor Swift

Does a scorpion sting when fighting back?

They strike to kill and you know I will

°˖➴ A Pearl - Mitski

You're growing tired of me

And all the things I don't talk about

°˖➴ Run - Hozier

Like how she twisted the bog man

After she married him

°˖➴ Buzzcut Season - Lorde

And I'll never go home again

°˖➴ Oblivion - Grimes

And no, I'm not a jerk

I would ask if you could help me out

°˖➴ Crying in Public - Chairlift

Tell me, what kind of monster

Have I been today?

°˖➴ Playing God - Paramore

You say that I've been changing

That I'm not just simply aging

°˖➴ Interlude: I'm not angry anymore - Paramore

I don't think badly of you

Well sometimes I do

°˖➴ Foreigners God - Hozier

When the lands was godless and free

Her eyes look sharp and steady

°˖➴ Tongues and Teeth - The Crane Wives

My teeth will only cut your lips, my dear

°˖➴ King - Florence + The Machine

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

°˖➴ Cherry Wine (Live) - Hozier

Her eyes and words are so icy, oh, but she burns

°˖➴ The Love Club - Lorde

My mother's love is choking me

I'm sick of words that hang above my head

°˖➴ Should've been me - Mitski

You wanted me but couldn't reach me

I'm sorry it should've been me

°˖➴ We'll Never Have Sex - Leith Ross

Oh you kissed me just to kiss me

Not to take me home

°˖➴ Bags - Clairo

I can't read you, but if you want, the pleasures all mine

°˖➴ Show you a body - Haley Heyndrickx

I showed you a body

Like a cluttered garage

°˖➴ A Burning Hill - Mitski

I am the fire and I am the forest

And I am a witness watching it

°˖➴ No Children - The Mountain Goats

You are coming down with me

Hand in unlovable hand

#Spotify #acotar #acomaf #acosf #Nesta Archeron #nesta acotar #playlist #character playlist #nesta playlist #is this too long #probably it was fun to make tho #my autism is showing

[papyrusguy]

AHHH HEAR ME OUT WHAT IF

what if there was like. an undertale au where it was like a theme park or carnival. not like that one where it’s dark and scary, but one where it’s just. a cool place to visit if you travel universes.

there’s not much lore, it’s just our favourite characters running a carnival/theme park. they’re all lovely and welcoming + each monster is assigned a ride or stall, etc. they take shifts and whatnot. you *do* have to pay them, of course. each monster probably has a different currency or some just use g

THEN AGAIN I HAVE ANOTHER TAKE ON IT. but I might share that later.

#undertale #hello I know you’re looking at this #undertale au #is this too long #help

[lakanakana]

war never changes

#boop #april fools #i spent way too long on this #flashing #eye strain

[adyophene]

Husk's secret weapon

#hazbin hotel #husk #alastor #hazbin art #radiohusk #kinda #long post #i did not mean for it to get this long 'oh its a simple comic idea how many panels could it take?' too many

[scurvioli]

#boop #april fools #I spent both too long and not long enough on this #have fun everyone #boops #boop o meter

[sedgewick-gayble]

1920s tumblr simulator

🎞 noirsuatoir Follow

Private detectives useless as hell all I do is sit behind a desk dramatically lit in black and white stripes by my half open blinds and smoke cigars. Living the dream

#privatedetective #detectivelife #i have 19 unsolved cases

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🎷 aceofspades Follow

prohibition hitting hard...making some bathtup gin tonight. DM for recipe

🎷aceofspades Follow

hopital

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🔘 deactivated-341925 Follow

Clara Bow is 20??!!!

🔘 deactivated-341925 Follow

SHE SHOULD BE AT THE SPEAKEASY

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🎙 fancy-nancyboy Follow

Smuggling some moonshine in my coat oh boy I sure do hope no big scary prohibition officer comes andbpins me and handcuffs me hahha oh nooo that would suck

#wink wink

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🍸 gladragz Follow

my thirsty ass could NEVER be a bootlegger!!!!

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🚬 runrummer Follow

Anyone else think some of those jc leyendecker drawings are kind of yaoi ....

#those arrow collar advertisments got me feelin smthn #jc leyendecker #jcleyendecker #jcl

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📻 flapperfanny-fan973 Follow

she speak on my easy till I jazz

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#first attempt at this genre of posts #i spent 30 minutes too long on this and it sucks. releasing it into the wild #unreality #fake posts #fake dashboard #1920s

[annalyticall]

My new favorite excuse for not jumping on new trends or bandwagons is 'I'm 30.' No more explanation needed because anyone under 30 just thinks I'm old and everyone over 30 understands implicitly

#the thing is I'm not too old but i have also lived long enough to know how shortlived some trends are #it's called 'sometimes having a job and paying bills puts things into perspective'

[ardri-na-bpiteog]

Also increasingly aware that a LOT of people "manage" getting through the 40+ hour work week by sleeping less than is healthy and relying on stimulants like coffee and energy drinks to keep them going.

For people who are unwilling or unable to do this...work really does just dominate your life. Like we really should not have to rely on unhealthy practices just to have a social life or keep on top of housework or whatever.

I know I post about this a lot but I'm so TIRED all the time and it's just so depressing that this is how we're expected to spend the one life we have.

#i have to get at least 8 hours of sleep a night to even barely function #with sleep #getting ready for work #commute #cooking #and errands #I typically have maybe 2-3 hours to actually do what i want in a day #and I'm usually too tired to actually do the things i want to do #and that's with a very short commute #if i actually had a long commute I'd basically do nothing but work #i see my friends like once every few weeks or months #because we're all so fucking busy with work and have such little time for socialising #and none of us even have kids or anything!!

[laur-rants]

I love when my borzoi does the thing

#borzoi #echo the borzoi #sighthound #puppy #art #my art #comics #my comics #illustration #my illustration #shes so ridiculous because her nose is too long to like #see things #so she has to #throw her head back to look at something #and see with her big stupid eyes (affectionate) #i love her shes so wild and pretty and such a ridiculouus creature #im love her

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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