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rosiehunterwolf · 1 year

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The evening air was cool, settling down into the earth with a soft sigh after a hot day. Vibrant oranges spilled across the sky like an ink bottle that a careless hand had knocked over, bleeding into deep, blushing shades of ruby. He closed his eyes, inhaling the day’s dying breath.

“Techno!” A loud shout shattered his sanctuary, and, with a last, flickering smile, he got to his feet and turned to face the boy racing- rather ungracefully- through the grass towards him, a large white dog bounding at his heels. The boy narrowly avoided tripping over a root, and when he arrived in front of Techno he was out of breath and his shock of blond hair was tousled by the wind. The dog standing next to him looked rather similar, panting with a stupid grin on his face, fur ruffled by the kid’s grubby hands no doubt. And to think he was supposed to be an attack dog. So much for the intimidation factor.

“Are you coming, dumbass? You’re gonna be late!”

“I’m comin’ Tommy, would it kill you to learn some patience?” He chuckled, shoving the blond’s head away from him. The boy spluttered indignantly. He tried to lick Techno’s hand but Techno caught it from a mile away, having seen Wilbur fall victim to the same trick one too many times, and yanked his hand away. “Nobody’s goin’ anywhere.”

“Well, they’re waiting! And you’re being slow! So come faster!”

Techno shot him a glare. “Don’t tell me what to do, child. My dog could rip your throat out at any second.”

“Apollo likes me better than you, bitch!” Tommy cackled, before turning heel and sprinting off towards the house. Apollo looked slightly conflicted as he glanced between them, but as Techno shook his head and began to follow, the dog bounded forward, baying eagerly.

His boots crunched in the dry grass as he reached the front door, running a quick hand down Carl’s nose before slipping inside, where Tommy was (loudly) recounting whatever exaggerated story he had come up with this time. Phil was his victim of choice, a slightly strained smile on his face as he distractedly listened to Tommy’s animated words while trying to frost the cake.

“It’s bad manners to be late to your own party, y’know.” Wilbur was leaning against the wall, smirking.

“Woah, woah, who said anythin’ about a party? I thought we agreed, small-gatherings-of-people-that-I-guess-I-think-are-okay only?”

Wilbur rolled his eyes, trying to fight back his grin. “Yeah, sure, whatever. It’s still rude.”

“Tommy,” Phil said firmly, interrupting the boy’s ramblings.

“Tommy, leave the poor old man alone before you give him a migraine. Come over here and help your dear brother instead.”

Tommy rolled his eyes, coming over to them. “What do you want-”

“Thanks.” Techno dumped his cloak off his shoulders, onto the boy’s head, and Tommy yelped, scrambling frantically as he tried to free himself from it. Wilbur and Techno both burst into laughter, and Tommy managed to stick an arm out from under the cloak to flip them off while his face was still buried in the fluffy collar.

There was a gentle knock at the door, but before anyone could get it, it was already swinging open and Tubbo was barging in, yanking a flustered Ranboo by the wrist behind him. Niki followed them, smiling sweetly as she closed the door behind the boys. She took one glance at Phil’s cake before raising up the basket she was holding. “Don’t worry, Phil, I brought cupcakes.”

The man groaned. “It’s not that bad.”

“Sorry, Phil,” Techno shrugged, taking a cupcake from Niki’s basket and thanking her with a nod. “But Niki makes way better cakes than you do.”

Phil grinned at him. “Last time I ever try to do anything nice for your birthday, then.”

“If you’re even around for the next one,” Techno muttered around a bite of cake as Niki tried to stop the man from lunging at him.

“Happy birthday, Techno!” Tubbo cried, every bit as loud as his blond-haired counterpart, shoving a small, shoddily wrapped box into his hands. “Just don’t open it now, okay?”

“Tubbo, you better not have brought nukes into my house, young man,” Phil scolded, and Tubbo stayed suspiciously silent and he scurried off to pull the cloak off of Tommy and, subsequently, mock him for it.

“I got you something too,” Ranboo murmured, handing Techno a pink carnation. “I know it’s not much, but… it feels right for you.”

“Thanks, kiddo.” Techno smiled at him, giving the flower a gentle sniff. “I love it.”

Techno sat down on the couch, scratching the top of Apollo’s head as he gazed around the room. At Tommy and Tubbo bickering, at Wilbur trying (and failing) to steal another cupcake from Niki without receiving a slap to the back of the hand, and at Phil putting little braids in Ranboo’s hair where they chatted by the fire.

Somehow, he had a feeling that all of them were going to be alright.

“Techno?”

He started, realizing he had zoned out for a second. Phil was looking at him.

“You alright, mate?”

“…Yeah.” Techno looked down at the flower for a minute, then back up at all the people he had somehow found himself loving looking back at him. “…Yeah. I think everything’s going to be just fine.”

Happy birthday, king.

#we all miss you.#rosie writes #drabble #technoblade #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #philza #sbi #niachu #ranboo #tubbo #my fic #happy birthday technoblade

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endusviolence · 3 months

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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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theposhperyton · 3 months

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So I've been watching Water 7

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anemonet · 8 days

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happy technoblade day for those who celebrate!!!

#brought to you by me crying sobbing #technoblade #mcyt #happy birtday techno!!!!!#out here showing off my animal drawing skills :D #inspired by those times you just need to stop and realise your surounded by those you love and your so happy to be there #but moslty tehcnos cabin becasue i miss that thing #anyhow!!!#techno :))))#we are listning to liana flores nightvision #also happy pride motnh and all that stuff #!!#my art #technoblade25

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inkskinned · 8 months

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love when men cry about body hair bc "it's hygiene" and yet 15% of cis men leave the bathroom without washing their hands at all and an additional 35% only just wet their hands without using soap. that is nearly half of all men. that means statistically you have probably shaken hands with or been in direct contact with one of these people.

love when men say that women "only want money" when it turns out that even in equal-earning homes, women are actually adding caregiver burdens and housework from previous years, whereas men have been expanding leisure time and hobbies. in equal-earning households, men spend an average of 3.5 hours extra in leisure time per week, which is 182 hours per year - a little over a week of paid vacation time that the other partner does not receive. kinda sounds like he wants her money.

love that men have decided women are frail and weak and annoying when we scream in surprise but it turns out it's actually women who are more reliable in an emergency because men need to be convinced to actually take action and respond to the threat. like, actually, for-real: men experience such a strong sense of pride about their pre-supposed abilities that it gets them and their families killed. they are so used to dismissing women that it literally kills them.

love it. told my father this and he said there's lies, damned lies, and statistics. a year ago i tried to get him to evacuate the house during a flash flood. he ignored me and got injured. he has told me, laughing, that he never washes his hands. he has said in the last week that women are just happier when we're cooking or cleaning.

maybe i'm overly nostalgic. but it didn't used to feel so fucking bleak. it used to feel like at least a little shameful to consider women to be sheep. it just feels like the earth is round and we are still having conversations about it being flat - except these conversations are about the most obvious forms of patriarchy. like, we know about this stuff. we've known since well before the 50's.

recently andrew tate tried to justify cheating on his partner as being the "male prerogative." i don't know what the prerogative for the rest of us would be. just sitting at home, watching the slow erosion of our humanity.