#godly grip on his identity and mind. he is living his own life not for the approval the grief nor hatred of his mother

[sebbyisland]

Blood on the Tracks - Oshimi Shuzo

[rommaru]

For anyone who has never watched She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (SPOP), here is a summary of Entrapta and Hordak story.

Hordak (Gyro in this AU) is an alien who arrived into the planet of Etheria to conquer it, to stop him an alliance called The Rebellion leadered by the princesses of Etheria was born. Hordak’s army is known as The Evil Horde and his operation center is called The Fright Zone. Princess Entrapta (Fenton) rules the kigdom of Dryl and is well know in the scientific community because of her researches and tech development. She's autistic so social activities are a struggle but she keeps positive to the idea of making friends. At first, Entrapta was recruited by The Rebellion, but was left behind in The Fright Zone after an infiltration mission where the princesses believed her to be dead. This led her to meet Hordak, a brilliant mind that stimulated her own and quickly began to help him on his experiments out of pure hunger for knowledge and love for science. They grow closer as they keep working together (lab partners ❤️) to the point that Hordak trust her his physical disabilities and his actual plan to built a portal to send a signal out of the planet to call for reinforcements and conquer Etheria once and for all. Now, Hordak is a villian but this is because he literally knows no better. He is a clone of Horde Prime (Dr. Akita) who is the megalomaniac leader of The Horde (the original one) and conqueror/destructor of universes. All clones are coded to follow, serve and praise to Horde Prime (a religious cult). Hordak was banished to Etheria due to his physical illness and is trying to prove himself by conquering the planet in Prime's name. The portal works and Prime gets the signal, but Hordak is deceived to believe that Entrapta never left The Rebellion and only used him to access to his technology, meanwhile Entrapta is sent to die to Beast Island. Heartbroken, Hordak goes feral and continues the plan to take as much of the planet before Prime's arrival so he can return to his side, which happens, but not in the way he expected. Horde Prime is furious, Hordak proved he has won independence and built his own identity which is forbidden to any clone. Hordak is rebooted, his memories are vanished and he joins The Horde again while Prime begins to take over Etheria, as the planet is believed to be a powerful weapon. The Rebellion helps Entrapta to get out of Beast Island and she teams up with them again to stop Prime and save Hordak. The other princesses gave her a hard time because of her betrayal but she proves she cares about them and is willing to help. Hordak has flashbacks of his time with Entrapta, filling him with guilt and doubt abouts his current life. When Horde Prime takes Entrapta captive for interfering with his communication system, Hordak can't take it anymore and reveals against his godly figure to save the only person he has cared for. With the help of Princess She-Ra, Horde Prime is vanished, freeing Etheria and the entire universe from his grip. Now Hordak can be with his beloved Entrapta and choose who he wants to be. Imagine the power of this ship and the wonderful development they had to be one of the few canon ships I like among them all. Their slow burn is *chef kiss*

I can see this working for Fenro. Gyro is already a tragic character who also struggles with the perception of self worth and living under his oppressor’s shadow, so if you want to see him suffering even more then Hordak’s background is perfect. Fenton is different to Entrapta in morals as she’s more gray and Fenton tends to be black and white, but considering how Fenton has done wrong things with good intentions it could slip like that, they both have hurt people but that was never their goal. On another hand imagine how cute would it be to have Boyd as Imp. Hordak and Imp share and important bond that could translate nicely to the father-son relation of Gyro and Boyd. I have drew him and let me tell you, he's cute. Emily as Lil Bulb has been tricky in design, but since she’s a robot built by Hordak and modified by Entrapta is a nice reflection on how Fenton and Boyd help Gyro’s technology to stop going evil.

ENTRAPDAK AU ENTRAPDAK AU ENTRAPDAK AU

Entrapdak is one of the reasons I found Fenro appealing in the first place, both ships share common aspects I covered here.

I still believe in lab partners supremacy ❤️

[soufaked]

slides u $5......... so uh.......... u got any noragami headcanons back there or what??? tell us more about how he became a shinki in the first place 👀

「I really tried to make this post a numbered set of hc’s but. Oh well.　You got drabbles instead :) EnJOy…… @gameled」

Noragami Verse: Three Headcanon Drabbles

　One. The time he was named first.

　He was naive, and pure. An exquisite soul ready to be harvested by both phantom and god. He was, of course, terrified of the fact that he was all alone and left to die. The weird monsters that chased him wouldn’t stop mumbling quite awful things, and his feet burn from the freezing pebbled streets and all the running he’s done while escaping from them. His body shook from exhaustion and cold and fear. He didn’t want to die, not like this.

　That’s when he came in.

　In all his majesty, a deity of bright lime green curls and cyan gaze. The halo of light surrounding his frame was unmistakably divine, and for a second he’d thought that perhaps he was more of an angel than a kami. His smile was kind.

　　❝ Cowering alone will not save you.❞  The man spoke softly, as he knelt in front of the boy and ran his slender fingers through his seafoam hair, tenderly so. The spirit felt his face heat up, fear still welling his fragile frame but was yet being overtaken by fluster now.

　　❝ Allow me to grant you a name, so will you have a place to belong.❞

　And that was when, with the sweep of his fingers drawing lines of light across the air, he’d placed upon his person an identity he didn’t know he needed. His teal eyes connected right with the shining cyan of the other. His hand had taken place delicately over the side of his neck, where a mark he couldn’t see had appeared after a bright outburst.

　　❝ Your name shall be Sou from now on, and you belong to me.❞  The other spoke again, after having chanted such a complex incantation and spaced for a few seconds afterwards. ❝ Worry not, for I will take care of you. Kindly so.❞

　The deity offered his hand to him, and so he’d taken it without a second thought. Trusting him, one savior of sorts.

　The kanji of his new name still spelled ���untruth”.

　Two. His life as a shinki.

　Living with his new master was fairly good.

　He was offered nice food and a place to rest, enjoyment of almost any kind. The minor deity was still averagely wealthy, and in charge of the gusts phasing through this mountain-bound area. The locals seemed to worship him as some sort of wind deity, requesting him protection from storms and strong winds.

　He seemed diligent in his labor, absences were most common and his arrivals were usually late. The young shinki couldn’t complain, he had the whole place mostly for himself.

　Mostly. He knew there was another shinki around in the mansion. They didn’t really talk to him, but he didn’t bother to seek conversation from them either.

　So it did not affect him too badly when the other had gotten slain.

　The lime-haired man hung his head, sighing in grief. ❝ I was afraid this would happen, eventually. They were too feeble, and weak-minded. A true shame, indeed.❞

　 Weak-minded. He guessed that was fair, if it was true that shinki could become endangered from strong emotional outbursts, then the other was not meant to survive at all. He’d decided not to ask any questions about the death, or how did it get to this point. He trusted that his master had tried his best to longer the other’s life, but it hadn’t worked out at all.

　He trusted his kami.

　　❝ Sou?❞  The boy turned his eyes up to the deity, catching the bright blue of his eyes with a small hop of his heartbeat. The elder’s hand came to brush softly against his teal hair, and he could only lean unconsciously, seeking for the affection. ❝ You’re a strong boy, aren’t you? Promise me… you will not get to this point, okay?❞

　There was an instant childish smile curling on the shinki’s lips, as he nodded softly and responded. ❝ I promise. I’ll be strong for you, Master!❞

　He hadn’t seen it, the smile of the deity turning widely excited. Far too excited.

　Three. The reason of his straying.

　He was choking on his breath, while he harshly attempted to gasp for air.

　The slender fingers of the other dug up the side of his throat, cutting off his oxygen income quite painfully. The rushing adrenaline coursing through his slim body brought his hands up to the deity’s wrists, trying desperately to forcefully get out of his grasp; failing miserably through his already missing strength.

　He felt his pulse quicken, the exceeding terror growing with each passing second the other man pressed in, with every failed attempt at getting air back into his lungs. He was now acutely aware that he wouldn’t die from this―he was already dead!��but pain and loss of consciousness were still very much a thing. A thing he loathed, and still something he’d come to experience quite often while living under the roof of his master. Right after the other shinki’s decease.

　　❝ Ahahahahahaha!❞  He could hear the other’s cackle ring through his ears, distant and yet painfully loud all the same. ❝ —Delicious! You sure have some exquisite human emotions to offer, don’t you?❞  He leaned down closer to his face, to mutter right by his ear, producing a frightened shake of the boy bellow him. ❝ Give me more of these. Pretty please~? I want them all! I desire to experience the turbulence of human emotions, all on my own!❞

　His watered eyes closed as his brows knit together, while he still tried to focus on keeping himself conscious and gathering enough strength for another attempt at shoving the other away. He gagged as the man dug his nail deeper, drawing out blood now on seeming unawareness of his godly strength. At this point, it felt like he’d break his neck if he didn’t comply. But what was he to do to comply?

　His own grip loosened and fell from the other’s wrists, while finally his consciousness began to slip. He wasn’t fighting back at all anymore and yet the other had not released his harsh strangulation.

　Tension released from the entirety of his slim frame while he faded, his opened mouth still unable to get any oxygen back through his burdened throat. A drop of saliva slid down the side of his lips at the liberated tension, and so he’d been finally lost to the fight.

　　❝ Ah, such a cute face, like always. You truly are my most perfect belonging, Sou.❞  Were the last words he’d been able to hear, at last.

[dangoghz]

Make a phan fic involving dan and Phil and fidget spinners

anush u do not want to know where my mind went when i saw this.., here’s something a little uhgg more jesus than that

Harder by dangoghsword count: 950A/N: basically j dnp as fourteen yr old fbois except my word choice makes it sound kinda ;) dirty,, also sorry for the Lot of stereotyping but ive met plenty of ppl just like this and it doesn’t have any actual harm so ——–Dan and Phil were sweating viciously in concentration. Their fingers were entwined around two identical fidget spinners. One red and one blue. Fire and water. Life and death. All was silent.A crowd of friends were surrounding them, but they didn’t matter. It was only dan and phil and the spinners and the moment. Oh my god, it was glorious. They stared at each other from across the table passionately, two tigers in a duel of fatality. This was it. The two top spinner masters in the whole eighth grade. Finally brought together for a face off. A battle to end all battles. Spinners of godly descent. God knows what was about to happen.The rules were very clear. Their mutual bro, Bro McBro, gripping his snap-back in one hand which he had taken off in respect of the masters, recited they a last time. “Attention, spinner amateaurs and warriors from all across this realm. It is time for the duel we have been looking forward to for the past two hours because our attention span is very short and I forgot what I was looking forward to before that. I will now state the laws of fidget spinner warfare, although I am sure all of you know them by heart. But first, give it up for the MIGHTY LADY PLAYER AND BALLER, MASTER OF KIK, CALL OF DUTY WARFARE VETERAN, HOMEROOM 8F, DAAAAN HOWELLLL!!!!”Dan stood up and displayed his masculinity by punching everyone in the chest while screeching “YAAAAAS!!!” His bros passed around the spinner, blessing it with kisses. He was pumped!“And up against him, the WALKING ADIDAS MAGAZINE, ULTIMATE STREAK KEEPER AND HEART BREAKER, OWNING FIVE PAIRS OF THE SAME SHOES, PHIIIIILLLLL LEESSTERRERR!!!!” Phil too punched all his bros in the stomach, a ritual of the bro code. He screamed, rivaling Dan’s ‘yas’ in annoyingness, “YEEEEEEEEEET!” while his loyal bros chanted “YA! YA! YA!”McBro continued, quieting everyone down. “Okay. Firstly, no playin, because you get dishonor and all your streaks broken if you break these rules.” The spinner masters nodded in understanding. “You get thirty seconds to spin your weapons on this fine cafeteria table. Then, we wait. The wielder with the longest spin wins eternal respect and likes on his instagram photos.” The small bro-crowd reveled in the glory of the reward. “Understood?” Dan and phil, consumed with energy, simply nodded again. They placed their snapbacks together on the side of the table, a sign of friendship. Their bond would not be broken by this duel. They stopped absentmindedly twisting the spinners in their palms and placed them on the table. Dan, red. Phil, blue. “Ready,” cried McBro. “Set!” “Go!”Dan and phil spun their spinners so fast that the chants of their bros faded into the distance. Spin, spin, spin. “HARDER!” McBro shouted. “HAAAARDER!” They kept spinning until the thirty seconds were up. It was time to wait. Dan clenched his teeth and phil used his hand to remove a lock of his hair that was straying onto his sweaty forehead. SPIN! SPIN! SPIN! “YEEEEZ!” Dan squealed. He loved his spinner so much, he trusted it, he was infatuated with it, and it was not disappointing him. He was going to win! But phil, he was thinking the same thing!! His blue spinner looked like a blue eye. It was spinning so fast that all the nuts and bolts of the trinket blurred together! “UNNHHHHHH!” Phil grunted. He was elated with pleasure. The boys moaned in satisfaction, both delighted by how their respective spinners were going like lightning. “YES! YES! DONT STOP!” The bros cheered. This was something absolutely amazing!Over a minute had passed and the spinners were still going strong. They were both groaning ferociously over the intensity of the competition. “FUCK!” Dan yelped, and parted his legs because fuckboys sit like that sometimes for no reason. His red spinner was fire, a volcanic bundle of everything dan lived for, he cheered for it so hard in those moments.The bros were shouting, “UAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHHHH!” They were overcome with how fast the spinners were going. But then finally, they were starting to slow down! The “UHGGAH” turned into an “OOOOAHAHAHHH!!!” Suspense built up urgently. Phil lusted for victory. His only lecheries, desires, libidos were about this duel. Dan wailed when his spinner began failing him. The agony! The pain! He parted his legs even more! He grinded his nails into the table, in hope Phil’s spinner would slow as well, but no such thing. And then it was almost over… both spinners were at the pace of a waddle, but Phil’s was still faster. Sabotage was not an option, so dan just sat still and inwardly sighed. His heart was torn in half as his spinner finally came to a halt, after three minutes of overwhelming feelings. He had cried, he had laughed. But now, it was the end.Phil was maniacally screaming. He had won! He was so joyful that tears were grinding into his cheekbones. He was the master of the eighth grade. The tiger, the dragon, the honor. He licked his fidget spinner, sending his bros into another wave of whoops. Then he climbed onto the lunch table with no mercy for dans misery, and beat his chest like a gorilla. Dans heart was also being hit by these blows, but it was okay. They were bros. No, they were more than bros. But that’s a tale for another day.

[wutbju]

BJU Statement of Christian Education

Dr. Ron Horton, department head, Department of Philosophy, prepared the following statement which, I think, represents the heartbeat and mindset of all the BJU faculty toward the educational purpose of this institution. – Dr. Bob Jones III

Christian Education at Bob Jones University

by Dr. Ron Horton

Our concept of Christian education grows out of our identity. Our sense of who we are determines what we do and why we do it. Let us take these subjects in order.

Who we are

We have, of course, a Christian religious identity. This identity gives us a supernaturalist view of the world. We believe that naturalism is a way of viewing the world, but not the way—that scientific materialism is a greatly limited and false way to see ourselves and the universe. We therefore have no difficulty in accepting the miracles of Scripture and the supernatural inspiration of the original writings of Scripture. We hold to the power of God to create a world and to re-create a human soul in salvation—that He has done the one and continues to do the other. Hence our anti-secularism.

We have a historical Protestant identity. Our defining beliefs are the shared core of the great historical creedal statements of Protestant Christianity. If one were to superimpose the Augsburg and Westminster Confessions, the Thirty-Nine Articles of Anglicanism, the Twenty-Five Articles of Methodism, and the Baptist London Confessions of 1644 and 1689, the overlap would be roughly distilled in what we formally affirm in our daily Chapel service. Hence our historical essentialism. (Protestant is used here in a broad sense and inclusive of Baptists, though the stricter sort of Baptists would reject this classification. Bob Jones University is a nondenominational institution, though Independent Baptists make up by far the greater number of students and faculty.)

We have an American evangelical identity. We continue in the spirit of the Great Awakening of Jonathan Edwards and George Whitefield and subsequent revival movements, which laid an evangelical base for American Protestantism and exalted the preaching of the Gospel of salvation by grace through faith in Christ as the church's primary duty in the world.

We are not liturgical or sacramentalist in our approach to worship. Though something of the dignity of traditional Protestantism remains in the formal order of our Sunday morning service, the selection of the music, and the recitation of the University creed, it is tempered by an evangelical concern for the spiritual state of the persons present and an invitation to those with spiritual needs to come forward for counseling at the end of the service. The evangelist founder had a quaint way of expressing this paradoxical coupling of dignity and fervency. He said that in founding such a university as this, he was "putting a red carpet on the sawdust trail," referring to the sawdust that kept down the dust of the aisles in his tent campaigns. We are very much in the populist tradition of American evangelicalism. Hence, our fervent evangelism.

We have an American Fundamentalist identity. We are not in agreement with sweeping changes occurring in American Evangelicalism. We are the heirs of an interdenominational movement of American conservative evangelicals, who published a set of doctrinal statements in the early twentieth century in a series of pamphlets titled The Fundamentals. These statements expounded doctrinal essentials rather than denominational distinctives. They defined the theological common ground of Protestant orthodoxy, raising a bulwark against the tide of modernism in the denominational churches and seminaries. Specifically they stood against the twin threats of Darwinian scientism and historical biblical criticism, which they rightly saw as directed at the heart of their faith. They drew battle lines and committed themselves to an aggressive separatist theological stance. Hence, our anti-ecumenicism.

We have an American Fundamentalist practical identity. Our common-sense realism encourages a balanced approach in peripheral theological matters that have divided orthodox Protestantism as well as a down-to-earth approach to the Christian life. Certain features of our Puritan heritage and of European pietism in general have given an introverted, mystical character to some Evangelicalism. Oddly coupled with this subjective "deeper life" inwardness is the emotional exuberance of Pentecostalism, with its emphasis on the experiential validation of truth. These intuitional tendencies, too easily disregardful of doctrine, have merged in leftward evangelicalism with an intellectualism anxious to establish rational bases for faith and eager for the respect of liberal scholarship. Intuitionism and intellectualism have not been characteristic of historic American Fundamentalism, nor are they part of our defining identity. For our founder, Dr. Bob Jones Sr., success in the Christian life was largely a matter of obedience and good sense. Hence, our anti-rationalism and anti-charismaticism.

We have a liberal arts educational identity. After the turn of the last century, evangelicals began to found liberal arts colleges to provide a breadth of education comparable to what was available in secular institutions. They wanted a broader education for their young people than the Bible colleges could provide. Especially, they wanted an educational environment for their children where their faith would not come under attack. The denominational liberal arts colleges had relaxed their founding beliefs and were embracing modernism. Our University charter reflects these concerns.

The general nature and object of the corporation shall be to conduct an institution of learning for the general education of youth in the essentials of culture and in the arts and sciences, giving special emphasis to the Christian religion and the ethics revealed in the Holy  Scriptures. . . .

The governing assumptions of this opening statement are two. The first is that all truth is God's truth and therefore that the pursuit of knowledge can be conducted in a way that honors the God of all truth. The second is that an acquaintance with a broad range of standard subject matters, including the most enduring of human intellectual and artistic achievements, makes the Christian more richly developed as a human being and therefore more attractive and valuable in the service of God. Adverse to these values is the postmodern counterculture. Hence, our committed cultural traditionalism.

What we do because of who we are

These identities have raised a concern among people like us about the direction of public education. This direction is pervasively hostile to conservative Christian belief. It has borne fruit in the failing moral standards and general disorder in the public schools. The grip of secular educational authorities on the content and purpose of state-run education has prompted Christians to educate their own young people in the lower grades and also in colleges and universities committed to their beliefs. Their purpose is not just the negative one of sheltering the students from spiritually destructive influences but also and more basically the positive one of forming their characters and lives after the example of Christ.

This concern sets us apart from the concerns of secular education, which tends to associate personal maturity with the disposition to question received ideas and to deny the possibility of certainty in the great questions of life. Our educational purpose is to nurture belief, not unbelief. The belief we desire to instill is not a naive untested credulity toward the truths of our faith but settled convictions justified by knowledge and experience as well as by the authority of Scripture. The contents of this belief are those age-old, simple but profound truths that have been the mainstay of Christians through the ages. The fountainhead of these convictions is an experiential knowledge of God from personal faith in the Savior. We may turn now to the biblical basis of our position.

Why we do what we do

Our concept of our educational mission is not new. It is rooted in the divine plan of human redemption that overarches Scripture from Genesis to Revelation. This connection of education with biblical redemption has, in fact, been well recognized in the past. The seventeenth-century Puritan poet and controversialist John Milton stated it as follows in his treatise Of Education.

The end then of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents by regaining to know God aright, and out of that knowledge to love Him, to imitate Him, to be like Him, as we may the nearest by possessing our souls of true virtue, which being united to the heavenly grace of faith makes up the highest perfection. (John Milton, Complete Poems and Major Prose, ed. Merritt Y. Hughes [New York: Odyssey, 1957], p. 631).

The Reformers held a view of education that put spiritual and moral development to the fore, tying it to the purpose of God to recreate in the believer the person He had in mind from the first before the corruption of His creation by original sin. They believed that a biblically centered, reverently guided student experience in the liberal arts was valuable, indeed little short of necessary, for the perfecting of Christian youth in the will of God. We are their descendants in this regard.

Accordingly we draw from Scripture our sense of what we must do in our ministry to our students. We share responsibility with the Christian home and church in the general purpose of Christian education: the directing of the process of human development toward God's objective for man, godliness of character and action. To develop our students in the image of God, we must teach them to know God and to imitate Him in His character and in His works.

This commitment embraces all we do in our educational endeavor. Knowledge of the written revelation of God, the Bible, remains at the center. The disciplinary studies radiate from this center as studies of God's works. Biblical truth is not confined to the required courses in the Bible but is diffused throughout the curriculum.

Yet to know God implies more than just knowledge about God. The knowledge of God that is unique to Christian education is a personal knowledge that begins with repentance of sin and faith in Jesus Christ as Savior and develops through obedience to and communion with God. To know God is to be born into the family of God and to live in fellowship with Him. With this knowledge as the starting point of Christian education, the student's attention is directed outward to the full range of natural facts and human experience, and formulations of that experience in history and philosophy and literature and art—all as reflective of the work of God intersecting with the work of man. The student develops a worldview coherent with the work of God in his life.

The work of God in the life of our students is a process of their imitating God in their character and service. It is our business as participants with God to urge them onward in this process and to provide an environment structured toward this purpose. As in secular education, the environment of Christian education is artificially selective, including elements favorable to its purpose and suppressing those unfavorable to it. We do not apologize for the prescriptiveness of the educational experience here.

It is our business also as educators to provide opportunities of ministry to the students, so it feels natural to them to live out their beliefs in service to God and to others. And so it is that hundreds of students have weekend ministries of various sorts, not only in the immediate area but also in surrounding states as well. We keep before all our students their responsibility to God in this matter and to a spiritually needy world.

Clearly our educational effort at Bob Jones University is a highly focused, energetic, disciplined endeavor. Because of our status as a private institution, we can operate without many of the constraints of a publicly funded institution and design policies suited to our goals without governmental interference. Students come who want what we have to give them and leave convinced that they are the better for it. We who serve here do so with great satisfaction, surrounded by human evidence that our efforts are wonderfully blessed of God.