Historians are still not completely sure about origins of word kazakh(qazaq), but are certain how it became an ethnonym.
Basically Kazakh Khanate started when cousins Kerei and Zhanibek traveled away from Mogulistan(or more specifically ruling of Abulhair Khan) to the valleys of Zhetysu*. And because they became free and independent, they were called kazakh, which meant exactly that**. As they expanded, the social status became a political name.
Kazakhstan in turn, as other Turkic countries has its ethnonym connected to -stan which basically means "land of -"
*Zhetysu can be directly translated as seven waters, meaning rivers. And what do you know there are in fact 7 fairly big rivers, those being: Ili, Qaratal, Bien, Aqsu, Lepsi, Basqan, Sarkand. Also like a thousand small ones and some lakes. It is also a bit mountainous.
**In the local turkic languages I mean.
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i’ve decided you’re the authority on present mic so you’ve gotta tell me if genderbent mic (or any mic really) would wear the leather leg warmers and leather shorts
Hello,
As the user 7hz's official authority on bnha's character Present Mic, I regret to inform that Present Mic in any and all universes does not have the ass to pull off leather shorts, however he can and will wear them anyways bc of who he is as a person. And he would wear the leather leg warmers, but only if paired with some black rubber boots/shoes, as this the natural middle ground of his giant rubber boots and actual leather boots. We must remember that try as he might with the rest of his outfit, he quickly and swiftly gives up on all style when it comes to the footwear due to the goofy/clown character factor.
Signed,
scream-mans-friend, authority on all things Present Mic
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Hi! Since i talked about it on webtoons/tapas i thought i could here too
I currently can't draw too much because of my wrist, it started to hurt more than a month ago and i kinda ignored it so it didn't go better, rn i'm wearing a splint, the doctor said it was ok to draw but just a little, so this is what i do
The art i post here is not art i just drew, it's usually art i did 1-2 months before, as i post earlier on Kofi!! So please don't think i'm drawing way too much because i still post a lot of art
Honestly i'm very depressed about that, i usually do nothing but drawing and this is all i like doing in my life, well i don't have much choice
About Artfight, since i can still draw a little, i will go at my own pace, obviously i won't be able to do as much as the previous year, and i will probably do a lot more doodles and quick stuff (i've been waiting artfight for so long and it's my fav time of the year, i really hate that my wrist is like this rn </3)
That being said, i also cannot draw commission, yet i still have no income , you can still support me on Kofi if you'd like to! I still post on it, less of course, but i still post quite a lot!
https://ko-fi.com/cyellolemon/tiers
For my comic, i won't be able to post the next chapter until i recover, and i have no idea of when it will be, i hope you understand
That's it! :)
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so i was like 'i could swear i didn't feel this hideously dysphoric last summer, wtf is my dealio lately!!' and finally it occurred to me, 'okay, fine, let's maybe try putting on one of the ribbed men's tanks i wore religiously all last summer instead of the women's technical tops i've been wearing lately, and see what effect that has,' and. yeah. fuck. 🤦
it really is like. every! damn! season! i get seduced into thinking maybe i can wear just a little bit of reasonably-unfeminine women's clothing, and the idea is appealing because i'm actually comfortably encompassed by that size range, whereas with men's shirts i often ideally would wear an XS but can't get one—and yes, boys' stuff exists and i do ever wear it, but sometimes you're in the market for stuff that's slightly higher spec than anyone bothers to make for kids, you know? but anyway it's just so reliably the case that like. every fucking time i'm like, okay, sure, let's try a little womenswear, it turns out that i can bear it for a little while and then i realize something about it is making me fucking crazyyyyyy. >:|
sux bc the problematic batch of tanktops is like. such a good light comfortable wicking all-natural fabric! that's why i wanted them and they're everything i hoped they would be! and they're genuinely not even overtly feminine! but the straps are just a little too narrow and the cut is just a little too )ᓑ( and it's like. in some contexts those things are bearable, but in others they're really just. Bad, it turns out. :(
anyway they are sufficiently slouchy that in theory i could probably just, like, do some aftermarket alterations to improve the shape??? like i think i really just need them to be, you know, simple tubes straight up and down and not the vaguely /ᓑ\ shape they currently are, which in theory ought to be simple enough to achieve (especially since they're also a little long, so i could just hem them straight and stop worrying about how to factor in the vaguely high-low thing that's also happening). however. probably NOT realistic to do by hand (like. if nothing else i just don't have the patience) and while there is a sewing machine kicking around here somewhere i absolutely don't remember how to use it and do live in fear of it (i just have like. vague recollections of various Mysterious Snarls back in the day). so. idk. blergh, argh, etc.
(i assume 4p would just be like 'try it! learn as you go!' and like. honestly that's fair and maybe i even will, i think the manual is also kicking around actually, but. would prefer to have it magically sorted. :/ like, sometimes you just want a wardrobe and not a project, you know??)
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jabitha sleepy dialogue :) "this is like the fifth time you've yawned in two minutes."
also wtf do you mean, you're bored at disney??!
Tabitha downs another mug of coffee, despite the late hour. Sleep seems impossible tonight, her nerves weirdly on edge. About what, she’s unsure, but she’s anxious and she can’t sleep and she’s exhausted. Either way, coffee was always the solution.
A hand slips around her shoulder. She jumps, almost spilling her coffee on her nightgown. Jughead laughs at her. “Did I give you a scare?”
“You didn’t scare me,” Tabitha protests. “Just caught me off guard.” She cups the mug in two hands. “At least I saved my coffee.”
She stifles a yawn, but it comes out anyway. Jughead adopts a concerned look, which she thinks makes him look cute. “What is it?” she inquires through yet another yawn.
“How much coffee have you had?” he asks, leading her to the couch. Tabitha makes sure to bring her mug, taking a sip from it.
She shrugs. “Quite a bit. I’m just restless.” She can’t help the yawn that comes after.
His hands trail to her shoulders, and he cups her neck. “Okay. That’s fine. But we do have to sleep tonight. I don’t want you to be up in the late hours of the night.”
“I know, Jug, but even without the coffee I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep.” Tabitha covers one hand over her mouth to yawn. “I’m not even that tired.”
He scoffs. “Tabs, I love you, but that’s a lie. You just yawned for like the fifth time in 2 minutes, not even.”
“Jones, have you been counting my yawns?” she jokes, but she appreciates the gesture.
“Yes, I have been. I’m worried about you.” Jughead fumbles with the silk fabric of her nightgown. “Have you been sleeping properly these last few days?”
Normally, she wouldn’t just tell anyone her worries or heaviest weights, but Jughead is in front of her now, vulnerable emotion of concern read clear as day. And Tabitha can’t keep anything from him.
“No, I don’t think so. I’m stressed and anxious all the time but I don’t know about what. Sleep is impossible, and something is nagging at me all the time but I just don’t know what it is.” It all comes out in one long breath. She drinks another sip of coffee.
He nods, and looks at her eyes, and runs a hand down her hair. “Alright, we can work this out together. I promise.” Jughead grabs the mug from her hands and puts it on the table, ignoring her gasps of fear. “But first, you need to put the coffee down. It’s not doing you any good right now.”
With a teasing grumpy grumble, she glares at him. “Okay, you’re right. What’s next.”
“We sleep.” He stands up and picks her up with him. “You’re tired, I can tell. You need rest like right now.”
Tabitha can’t argue that. Now that she’s let it out she feels the exhaustion in her bones. “I’ll sleep. I swear.”
“Good. I’ll be right next to you all night if you need anything,” Jughead comforts.
Together, they walk into their bedroom. Tabitha gets into the right side of the bed first, then Jughead follows suit. His arms wrap around her, and the second they do, her eyes drift.
When she wakes up, she’ll say it’s one of the best sleeps she’s had in a while. But for now, she sleeps, leaning into Jughead’s free chest and letting dreams of their life fill her mind and calm her.
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