#no i am not over it

[novastellavox]

Just entered combat in DnD with an old character of mine

Rolled a nat1 and proceeded to have an Unarmed Stroke

#Welp #That's life I guess #Yes it was a wizard #no I am not over it

[michaelsgavey]

working on a filmography edit for ewan’s (alleged) birthday and its kind of a bummer that i had to state that wof ended 🥲

#no i am not over it #i have a slight rant on tom bennett soon but that’ll be saved til later #anyways i’ll post this tomorrow! #ewan mitchell #tom bennett

[patheticblorbloscholar]

Time to rewatch Animal Kingdom just in time for the final season.

#justiceforAdrian

#animal kingdom tnt #Adrian dolan #Deran cody #my boy #he was the sweetest character #No i am not over it #deran x adrian

[that-one-pretty-bitch]

I feel like Dion is actually a piece of shit but we just romanticize him

Like he may have had emotional trauma but it doesn’t matter because he is shit in the present

Of course Dion is capable of love. ( Like I convince myself with every evil character )

But if he fell in love with you-

He would kill you. Because he couldn’t feel and now that you were stirring up feelings within him he had to do something about it

#dion agriche #yes my heart is still brocken #no i am not over it #twtptflob #agriche

[narcoticwriter]

Me: It was just a four-part mini series, I’ll be over this.

Eight hours later

Me: (still crying inside) My God, can you imagine the intensified emotional damage if they let Liam O’Brien onto the show?

#critical role #exu calamity #no i am not okay #no i am not over it #narky thinks

[project-emoinnit]

You asked, and you shall receive!

Panda Boy and his Giant Jellies!

#goodtimeswithscar #gtwscar #double life gtws #gtws #gtws fanart #trafficblr #double life #no i am not over it #thank you for asking #emos murals

[portraitofadumbassonfire]

BILL AND FRANK JUST WANTED TO GROW & EAT STRAWBERRIES IN PEACE DAMMIT!!

#no i am NOT over it #the last of us #tlou spoilers #tlou #nick offerman #murray bartlett

[ariadnethedragon]

#no i am not over it #you will have to tear him from my cold dead hands #eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things spoilers #stranger things season 4

[rococospade]

Elden Ring fic wip. Fix-it fic, onesided Tarnished/Morgott, Elden ring spoilers up to mid game/post Leyndell boss cutscene.

Characters: the Tarnished (x2), Morgott

Yutali is Cloudycats’, I asked if I could borrow her and then ran off with her clutched in my little raccoon paws.

Scene from For Spite below the cut. Largely unedited and part of a larger work

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The light took him by surprise. Melina bowed to them and disappeared into the Erdtree chamber. Letho reached up to take the patch from his other eye, and blinked the spots away. He was injured, but not unduly so. He cast his gaze around the field, looking for… ah. There. Letho approached the lump on the ground. Margit looked diminished, with his weapon half across the field and his chest — was it moving? Yes. Letho’s shoulders twitched down, relieved. 

Maybe they’d got a little carried away, but in their defence, Margit had a whole speech and a field of magic swords and… that vomiting dust thing he’d done… the fellow clearly wasn’t in a good way even before the beating, and after was…

Er, the point was that they’d knocked the poor bastard so stupid that he didn’t have horns anymore. That was a touch concerning.

… he was still breathing. This was still salvageable. Letho dropped to his knees beside Margit — Morgott, he had to correct himself. Morgott, the Omen King, and that was something he’d have to process some other time — and laid his hands against the man’s jaw. No horns. Nothing. He looked smaller than before, though Letho couldn’t focus long enough to pick apart why. But — he was, his cloak was dwarfing him. And… where had his tail gone?

“Tarnished, thou’rt but a fool.”

Letho startled; when he jerked his gaze up, Margit was looking back at him with hate in his eyes. Or… Morgott. And he was still talking. Good. People didn’t just fucking croak if they were well enough to speak. Letho reached for the flask on his hip, and estimated the contents. Five uses. More than enough, he thought, to heal one sickly man.

“Letho?” Yutali had been cleaning the blood from her sword. Probably it had taken her a bit to notice he wasn’t beside her. “What are you doing?”

“Healing him,” Letho called, and made a vague gesture at Morgott. He shifted closer, and nudged the man’s head up into his lap. He meant nothing untoward about it — it was just easier to feed someone liquid that way — but Morgott took offence, and hissed at him like an animal. He did not have the strength to shy away, and Letho re-estimated: being well enough to talk did not preclude the possibility of slipping into a coma. 

Morgott raised a shaking hand, caught the hem of Letho’s gown. He could not manage the strength to jerk against it, so Letho was only peripherally aware of the touch. “The Erdtree wards off all who deign approach. We are… we are all forsaken.”

In answer, Letho tipped the tears against his mouth. Morgott growled and tried to push the bottle away, with all the fearsome strength of a newborn. “Healing me or killing me matters not.”

What the fuck did the tree have to do with this? Letho nudged the bottle to his lips again and pushed the fact that he was arguing with royalty out of his head. It wasn’t useful right then. “Ya could lecture us after your wounds are healed, perhaps?” Was he supposed to address kings with Grace? Oh, he wasn’t doing that, Morgott would have to deal with it. Exceptions could surely be made for people who’d beat the king up.

Morgott gave him a look which implied that if he had horns, he’d be head-butting Letho with them, which seemed to Letho to be a sign of rapidly improving health. He tipped the bottle further.

Again Morgott tried to refuse it, his eyes burning.

The problem was that Letho had come a long fucking way to see him. The resistance was more than irritating; it offended him, and Letho’s offence was the sort to twist his focus from bowing to threats, into cutting them down. He reached up and tapped a finger against Morgott’s throat. “So that’s it, huh. Last king, and you die to a couple of twiggy Tarnished?”

Another feral growl. Letho let a smile come to his lips, though he was not happy. “That’s all you have to say? You know, you made such an impression on me… but this is really all it took.” He wiggled the bottle and started to withdraw it. “Fine. I’ll take it away, and let you die. We can go burn the tree you spent your life guarding. And I’ll write this on your tombstone: here is Morgott, last of the kings, felled by a puny, ambitious pair of Tarnished.”

Pair was pushing it; Yutali had carried most of the fight, with Letho’s main purpose being to annoy Morgott into changing focus whenever she needed to heal a moment. But Morgott had — as Margit — laid his hands on Letho before. Letho was not liable to ever forget that meeting, in fact, and to Morgott’s terrible misfortune.

Letho had very little in the world, but what he had he held onto with both hands. 

He also didn’t know a lot about kings, but he was pretty sure they weren’t supposed to glare at their enemies with quite so much open animosity. Teeth bared, like Morgott meant to bite him. He didn’t even have fangs. 

Letho tipped the potion against Morgott’s lips again. This time, the Omen drank.

Letho’s lips twitched. “Just think, now. Soon as you’re right as rain, can kill me yerself.”

One dose down. Morgott looked a little less like death warmed over. “Dost thou think I will forget this humiliation?”

“I’m bankin’ on not.” Letho gave him another dose. “The sooner you heal the sooner you can make us pay, won’t that be fun.”

Maybe it was the shock or maybe it was the curse leaving, but Morgott looked like he was struggling to cling to consciousness. It made Letho skittish. He fed the man as many tears as he could, and when Morgott was unconscious, set to doing a proper triage.

#yes i am writing a fix it #no i am not over it #elden ring fic #for spite #my fic stuff #morgott x tarnished #one sided #preslash #elden ring spoilers

[uncomplicated-joy]

me crying in an empty room: but the YEARNING, what about the YEARNING, how could they forget about the YEARNING-

*inarticulate rage sobbing*

#no i am not over it #i am over nothing #persuasion #netflix persuasion #persuasion 2022 #dakota johnson #anne elliot

[starrazorr]

I BETTER SEE THE SAME ENERGY FOR BALDMOGEN AS I DID FOR BJALD !!!!!!

#no i am not over it #critical role #cr spoilers #cr live #c3e24

[thebreakfastgenie]

I love and respect the MASH props department so much but h o w did they think that maple leaf was a birch leaf

#no i am not over it #mashposting

[orangekingfisher]

tango with a "proud dad of a terryfing son" tshirt or something like that

#NO I AM NOT OVER IT #tango tek

[inktail]

reblog for the most chaos PC we can manage

#it is over; i am free #jk this has been a constant source of joy all week and I'm going to miss it

[luminixx]

“Your mom” gone wrong. Not the right person.

this is lowkey so unserious don't kill me. it's a reference to all that stuff about his mother that I am seeing.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin hotel art #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #dad beat dad #appleradio #lucifer hazbin hotel #fanart #also on tiktok it has this freaky sound in the background so it's more sad and less threatening #it's funny seeing how differently people react #thye're all crying over there #i am so sorry tiktokers !! ..

[endusviolence]

Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?

I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?

In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".

Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.

This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.

Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.

The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]

There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.

This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]

As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.

But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?

Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.

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