#if any of this makes no sense it is because I am So tired :“”))

[ultramaga]

"But, from your username, and the fact that you used the word "woke", I am not inclined to think you argue in good faith, @ultramaga

Ah, personal attacks, the first resort of the woke when they realise they are losing an argument. "Ultramaga ruins their argument by jumping straight into vile nazi propaganda rather than taking time to discuss Egyptian artstyle in detail" And this is why I don't debate with Leftists -

Leftists constantly project. Since the foundation of Leftism is hysteria - "reality is a social construct" - they evaluate Truth by how it makes them feel, and if evidence is uncomfortable, then it is ignored or even used as if that made the person presenting it wrong. Sane Person: Here is evidence you are wrong. Leftist: Your evidence is VILE. Sane Person: How does that make it invalid? Leftist: I feel uncomfortable! You are Narzee! Bad man! Bad! _______________ I really hope this is not a typical example of a Leftist with a degree, but I fear that it is. Reason has been discarded in favour of feelings. Ironically the Simpsons mocked this decades ago.

Before the Simpsons went woke and lost their sense of humour. Oh well. "I personally disagree that the OP blackwashed Nefertiti" So do you even understand what blackwashing is? OP said "such a known individual would not exhibit such euro-centric features" I then presented genetic evidence to the contrary, and presented evidence that relying on statuary will give you false information as to real life. This has nothing to do with art, and everything to do with the real person. I do not care about the assorted artistic standards when the central claim is about a real person and they specify:

"what Queen Nefertiti would have looked like in real life" And the fact that you are then trying to focus instead on artistic traditions means to me that you are desperately deflecting away from REAL LIFE. "There is much that can be said about the racial features of Egyptians" So you are just never going to look at the DNA evidence? All that work, as Leftists are just going to ignore it? Pfft!

"There was a Nubian Dynasty" Which is irrelevant as we are discussing Nefertiti. I brought up Cleopatra because of the gigantic gap between Egyptian art and reality. Cleo is almost unique in that we can see that descriptions of her as beautiful by Egyptians were, by any reasonable standard, false. Roman coins show a very different woman. Therefore claims that the Thutmose bust is accurate are ludicrous. Without some other source, it's just as 'valid' as the Nazi posters. And every bit of evidence we have found from examining mummies contradicts the official narrative of the Egyptian artwork as well as the current revisionism.

In fact, taking the artwork as some sort of guide to reality lead to a lost of wasted time as it was presumed Akhenaten must had assorted medical afflictions that now seem to have never existed.

Again, when talking about the real world, DNA trumps art, especially art that is likely to be propaganda.

I don't wish to repeat myself and it's tiring to have to explain things in simpler and simpler ways in the vain hope that a Leftist might understand something new for once, so I'll leave it there. The really sad thing is that since Leftists took over education, the "Feelings Trump Facts" idiots have become standard as university lecturers. There's a very good reason that educational standards have declined despite ever larger budgets.

So, I saw this image on Facebook, and it was supposedly showing what Queen Nefertiti would have looked like in real life:

Now, I thought this AI generated garbage was just truly terrible on a number of levels; first off, she looks wayyyyyy too modern - her makeup is very “Hollywood glamour”, she looks airbrushed and de-aged, and as far as I’m aware, Ancient Egyptians didn’t have mascara, glitter-based eyeshadows and lip gloss. Secondly, her features are exceptionally whitewashed in every sense - this is pretty standard for AI as racial bias is prevalent in feeding AI algorithms, but I genuinely thought a depiction of such a known individual would not exhibit such euro-centric features. Thirdly, the outfit was massively desaturated and didn’t take pigment loss into consideration, and while I *do* like the look of the neck attire, it's not at all accurate (plus, again, AI confusion on the detailing is evident).

So, this inspired me to alter the image on the left to be more accurate based off the sculpture’s features. I looked into Ancient Egyptian makeup and looked at references for kohl eyeliner and clay-based facial pigment (rouge was used on cheeks, charcoal-based powder/paste was used to darken and elongate eyebrows), and I looked at pre-existing images of Nefertiti, both her mummy and other reconstructions. While doing this, I found photos of a 3D scanned sculpture made by scientists at the University of Bristol and chose to collage the neck jewellery over the painting (and edited the lighting and shadows as best as I could).

Something I see a lot of in facial recreations of mummies is maintaining the elongated and skinny facial features as seen on preserved bodies - however, fat, muscle and cartilage shrink/disappear post mortem, regardless of preservation quality; Queen Nefertiti had art created of her in life, and these pieces are invaluable to developing an accurate portrayal of her, whether stylistic or realistic in nature.

And hey, while I don't think my adjustments are perfect (especially the neck area), I *do* believe it is a huge improvement to the original image I chose to work on top of.

I really liked working on this project for the last few days, and I think I may continue to work on it further to perfect it. But, until then, I hope you enjoy!

Remember, likes don't help artists but reblogs do!

[levimyshortdaddy]

What if Mikasa behaved differently after hearing Eren's hurtful words towards her?

Let's get into it right away without any more yap girlies 🎀❤️

(Ps, y'all gonna feel a huge wave of emotions because this is the scene we always wanted to happen instead)

There’s no smut added, completely safe to read regardless of your age ✅

Let’s begin~

The breeze of wind softly touches Mikasa's face, she stands at the window, staring into nothingness, her thoughts drifting to Eren

Mikasa: Eren…

She sighs, her eyes shine with longing

Suddenly, a strange sensation washes over her, and before long she hears soft footsteps approaching the room

She doesn't turn around for the moment, but she senses someone in the doorway

Eren: Mikasa…

She turns, her gaze softening even more as soon as she sees him

Mikasa: Eren, where have you been-

He interrupts her

Eren: Mikasa, where is Armin?

He asks her, his gaze is cold and serious, an oppressive silence settles in the room

She looks down, her voice low

Mikasa: He is with captain Levi…

He approaches her, his gaze intense

Eren: Where?

He asks, in a serious tone

Mikasa: I-I.. don’t know…

Eren: How could you not know?! You're always with him!

He raises his voice slightly, and Mikasa looks up at him in surprise, but at one point she turns her back to the same view she had been staring at, staring at the sky

Mikasa: You've changed... Eren... a lot...

He sighs and leaves the room.

————

In the evening, as Eren passes through the cold corridor, Mikasa gently grabs his hand, making him stop

Eren: What is it now, Mikasa?

He asks, bored, dead-eyed

Mikasa: Are you leaving again…? If you do… take me with you, Eren… I’m willing to go with you…

She says, in a soft and emotional tone

Eren looks back at her, and is silent for a few moments

Mikasa: Eren... thanks to you... I wanted to live

She says, gently touching her red scarf

Mikasa: You saved me... and gave me a reason to go on...

Her eyes look into his so gently

Eren: A reason to go on?

He asked

Eren: Where? Where to, Mikasa? Look around you... do you think these people feel the same way you do?

He said, and her gaze saddened

Eren: Stop being selfish. You fight to live, not to go anywhere you think, just like everyone else here

She swallows dryly, with a lump in her throat, but doesn't allow any tears to escape her eyes

Eren: Nothing can be changed, no matter how hard we try...

He says, moving past her, and finally, her eyes release tears, weeping silently as he moves further away.

Late at night, she can't sleep, she thinks about his drastic change, but in her heart, she knows that Eren cares for her and that he is the same Eren she knows.

———

A few days later, Mikasa is in a room at Eren's request, where they used to hold meetings, she waits for him, sitting down

Shortly, Eren enters the room and closes the door

Mikasa: Where is Armin?

Eren: He will come soon.

He says, his gaze tired, looking earnestly at Mikasa, as he's seated in front of her, and before long, Armin joins them

Eren: I want to have a serious talk

He says, and Mikasa waits for him to say what he has to say, while Armin nods

Eren: I'm not here to explain everything I've done so far. You don't even have to question me, everything I do is of my own free will.

Mikasa’s gaze turns serious

Mikasa: No, Eren. You're being manipulated. You're not like that. You wouldn't involve children and innocent people in a war. That's not your free will.

Eren looks at her with a dead stare

Eren: You don't have any clue, so you shouldn't even make a comment, Mikasa, not even one

Mikasa: No. I know everything. I know who you really are, Eren, this scarf is proof of your kindness, and how much you care for me-

He interrupts her

Eren: Mikasa. Lower your tone when you talk to me. And fix your posture.

Mikasa stares at him in surprise, then sighs softly, lowering her gaze and sitting back down

Armin notices Mikasa’s reaction, seeing how much Eren’s behavior affects her

Eren: Am I being manipulated? Or are you, Mikasa? You don't even know who you really are. You don't know what your role is, even though you've always fulfilled it... like a nuisance

Mikasa looks at him confused, and his every word is like a needle in her heart

Mikasa: What are you saying…?

Eren: You were born especially to serve me Mikasa, you are nothing but my own slave.

Mikasa’s eyes widened

Armin: Eren! Watch your mouth!

Eren: You know what I hate the most? People who don't have free will.

Armin looks at him angrily, while Mikasa can't even process what she's hearing from Eren's mouth

Eren: Just by looking at you, I was filled with anger… more and more

Armin keeps reading Mikasa’s reactions carefully, her pain breaking his heart

Eren: You are a slave Mikasa. You've always been my slave.

Armin: Eren! That’s enough! Stop it! Don’t talk to Mikasa like that!

Eren: Ever since we were kids... I’ve always hated you, Mikasa

Mikasa's heart skipped a beat when she heard Eren’s words, her eyes immediately filling with tears and cascading down her cheeks

Armin is about to leap at Eren, but Mikasa stops him, holding her hand on his chest, her look turns serious, her eyes are empty and still full of tears

Armin: But Mikasa…

Armin boils out of anger

Mikasa: Sit down. Armin.

She says in a serious, soft tone, her eyes fixed on Eren

Mikasa: Eren. Say it again.

She said, resting her hands on the table

Eren looks at her with the same serious, dead-eyed, silent look

Mikasa pushes the chair away and walks towards him, her eyes looking deep into his, and as much as Eren tries to break eye contact, he can't

Mikasa's hand rests on Eren's chest, gently clutching his shirt in her fist, and at one point, she tosses him onto the table, and she looks over him now, Eren's eyes widened slightly, looking up at her in surprise

Mikasa: Eren.

She looks at him with a determined look, her eyes release more tears, and her voice trembles

Eren's gaze slowly softens, and he feels a strange feeling in his chest

Eren: Mikasa-

Her hand rests on the table beside his head, standing over him, staring down at him

Mikasa: Look at me, and say it again

Eren's brows knit together, his gaze surprised and completely soft, looking deep into her teary eyes

In his mind, a flood of memories of her face return, and he realizes that in his point of view, she is the most beautiful. He can't resist it any longer and finally breaks his tough character

Eren: Mikasa… I… I could never hate you

He said it in a whispery tone, his eyes focused on hers, full of deep affection, teary

Mikasa bursts into tears as soon as she hears Eren's words, then his thumb slowly wipes the tears from her cheek

Eren: I said that to push you away, Mikasa…

She pulls away from on top of him, and Eren gets up from the table, then places his both hands on her cheeks

Eren: Mikasa, look at me. Really look at me

She looks up at him

Eren: It was a lie, Mikasa. I never hated you. I can’t hate the woman I’d do anything for. You are the reason I'm moving on, the reason I'm willing to burn the whole world

He says, sighing, his voice gentle, and he doesn't let her out of his sight

Mikasa: Eren…

Eren: Shh… don’t cry... forgive me for hurting you Mikasa, that's the last thing I ever wanted to do, but I had no choice... forgive me, I care about you more than anything. I love you and always will

Mikasa hugs Eren in a tight embrace, her face resting on his chest

Mikasa: I'm sorry, Eren. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. But hearing you say all of this... means everything to me

She says, and Eren gently strokes her hair

Mikasa: You're the only man who can make me feel like this, Eren. You're the only one who can make me feel at home

Armin looks at them, his gaze soft and his eyes sparkling, relieved that Eren is back to his usual self, the way he always used to be when they were together

Mikasa: That's what I wanted, Eren, to be honest with each other. I don't know what the future holds, but I'm ready to face it with you

Eren: I want to be with you forever, Mikasa

Eren looks at her, his gaze drops to her lips, and his thumb gently brushes her bottom lip, then pulls her in a long, passionate kiss~

Armin’s eyes widened, and his face flustered as he witnessed their kiss and their emotional bond

Eren hugs Mikasa once again

Eren: Mikasa… Armin… let’s go back home.

(I’m sobbing. This healed smth in me ;-;)

[simplydnp]

whenever i watch phil’s daring advice videos i realize he is really against overtly jealous boyfriends, do you think dan is better with jealousy these past few years? do you think he used to be bad with it?

dan has, in the past, referred to himself as jealous. in my opinion, he's also very bad at hiding it.

i'd have to go back to specific segments, but the advice phil generally gives is more about excessive/controlling jealousy. the type where red flags are popping up continually. for the people receiving advice, it might just be a conversation they have to have, or they might have to call it.

i think it's up to dnp with how they deal with it. clearly, it isn't the same as situations presented by viewers, otherwise his advice would be different. i think there's a few points of interest around this all.

if we're looking back to the beginning: dan is 18. he's young, his brain isn't fully developed, he had a difficult childhood. stability is not something he knew. so to meet phil, with all his awkward emo rizz and close relationship with his family--it's natural to want to hold onto it. i can completely understand any jealousy from that point in time, because it comes from fear. it's rooted in insecurity and instability. all he wants is this one thing, why does everyone else have to want it too? but he knows exactly why people want phil--it's why he does! he does seem aware of it, as the quote i mentioned earlier does come from the early years. but it doesn't mean he could stop it from coming out. and i don't really think he wanted to, at that point. (this did change)

there's a secondary participant in this though too. someone who saw all his flaws and loved him anyway, loved him despite them, and loved him because of them. if there's one thing you know about phil lester, it's that he loves dan. and has for a very, very long time. from what we've seen, in the early days, phil liked a jealous dan. there clearly wasn't a discussion about stopping it. it's nice to be wanted. to be seen. instead of just tolerated by your peers. one of the things he'd do would be invite dan in when he felt jealous, or when he could feel jealous later. dan should be a youtuber too. then they can do this together. and it's not to say any or all of their career decisions were based on jealousy. but i do think it played a role. because they know each other too well to simply ignore it. (but i also think it'd unconscious for phil, sometimes).

but as the years go, they had to 'clean up' their image for radio. they put themselves into boxes and those boxes weren't supposed to have jealousy in them because it's too real. but of course it came anyway. and phil is not as innocent in this as you may think.

the second thing you know about phil lester is that he loves to rile dan up. he loves when dan gets snarky and wordy and dramatic. he loves the outbursts and the swearing and the enthusiasm in it all. he loves that dan feels things and acts on them. so he... pokes the bear sometimes. cause it's fun.

in the next years, there was both more and less jealously. less because of their Straight branding, and therefore pushing anything like that down. more because of 'phil trash #1' becoming part of their brand. and it's never really gone away--cause it's true. dan could suddenly be jealous or fond on main again and it could be played off. so it happened more. but also, they were successful now. secure, in so many ways.

if you see jealousy now it's very evident that dan's trying to hide it. it's just as bad as it used to be, if not worse. cause he's allowed to be jealous now, and is out of practice of hiding it. and i honestly don't think they care that much anymore. he fights it back cause he doesn't want to say it at times, but it's different now. and phil can still tell anyway, cause he loves pushing dan's buttons.

in terms of phil giving advice, i'd say it's more about finding someone who is compatible with you, and loves you for you: the things you do, the words you say, the person you are. dan and phil live in an existence of constantly affirming each other, and they probably don't think about it since it comes so naturally to them. they are on the same page. there's trust and love there. phil knows why dan gets jealous. but he isn't going anywhere. and he knows dan knows that too. so it's kind of fun to play into it all.

[non-un-topo]

More cishet observations from the past month at work:

- They really fucking buzz off of the TERF wizard book series

- Their favourite place on Earth is Florida (why???)

- If you tell them you're an artist, they will ask you if you've ever "tried out AI"

- They will joke about OCD a lot

- They absolutely hate their bodies and will take any opportunity to talk about food in a toxic way (bonus points if they compare their body/food to yours)

- They hate their spouses and think that this is funny

- They. Do not. Have interests. (Besides the TERF wizard book series)

- They don't watch movies or TV??

- If they have kids, the way they talk about them makes it sound like it was genuinely the worst decision they ever made

- If they don't have kids, they will still fucking talk about having them

- They don't like cats??

In other weird news, I'm gendered correctly at work and I pass to the point that cishets actually talk to me like I'm a cishet guy.

[mochindayo]

Oh, So much cat fur || L/A/DS Z/ayne x MC

I made an ao3 a bit ago. I've been a lurker on there since...idk...years, but. I'm going to uhh...i think post fics there too haha. may or may not see some crossposting. i'm being wild and it's also going to have regular fics (haha, that is if i decide i'm writing in the first place xD) there's one snz fic and one vanilla fic right now lol. Am i nervous? sure, but like- also i've lost it, idk. here we are. anyways. I'm so into LADS rn. here we are. i want to write more, but i always say that, write one thing, and disappear for another 5 months. maybe i'll change, who knows. I’m taking advantage of my motivation while I’ve got it rn

the portal, to...a fic in my ao3 lol. but i'll also put the fic here under the cut...because..why not?

Zayne, sneezing, because little kitty Zayne is choking on his own fur!!?? HUH!? OK SIR!?

======================

Zayne was always a neat and orderly person. It irked him that he was the cause of the copious amount of cat hair that was beginning to collect–on him and his furniture. 

Ever since the bizarre event that had left him with cat ears and a long, fluffy tail, he had been doing his best to maintain his cleanliness. This was lasting longer than he had wistfully hoped. 

He was shedding everywhere. 

The elegant strands of his midnight fur that adorned his cat features had begun piling up, turning his couch and sheets a grayish hue. He practically ate cat hair with every meal now. If anyone had a pet that shed, they would understand. 

Zayne had decided in order to lessen the amount of shed fur, he would brush his ears and tail three times a day. It was just about time to start his midday grooming session. He figured there should be enough time before you came over for lunch. 

Oftentimes, if you spent the evening with him–whether it was in his office or in his apartment–he would let you brush him. It was soothing. He would just melt into your touch. 

He got to work, grabbing his brush and finding a comfy space on the wood floors. 

How long has it been since he’s vacuumed? He admitted to himself, he had begun to slack on the cleaning. It had gotten exhausting keeping up with the amounts of sweeping he had to do everyday and becoming a cat has made him more prone to naps these days. Therefore, his floors were gaining quite the collection of cat fur. 

Zayne sighed slightly as he settled onto the floor in a cross legged position. However, no matter how gentle he sat down, it  hadn’t stopped him from stirring up the stray strands of fur into the air. He started on his 

With the precise motions of a surgeon, he ran the brush over his ears first. An attempt to ensure that each motion was controlled as to not let too much cat fur fly. The feeling was pleasant, he almost purred. 

Strands of his soft black fur detached from the brush, regardless of his attempts, drifting lazily through the air. 

He watched them float.

A small sigh left his lips. No matter how careful he was, the fur would go wherever it felt. The sun’s rays illuminated the fur flying through the air, accentuating how they floated gently before landing on his clothes, his floor–his face.

He gave a frustrated exhale from his nose, blowing the cat furs away from his nostrils. Then, he moved on to brushing his tail. He wasn’t a big fan of brushing his tail. It was a human scaled version of a maine coone’s tail, those of which were already long and fluffy. He swiftly moved the brush through his tail. Unlike his ears, this took more effort and these strands were more prone to flying wherever they felt like. 

More and more fur lifted into the air, curling in invisible trails around him. It was like a mini cloud of cat fur always hung around him. 

That’s when he felt it. 

A faint, miniscule tickle on the tip of his nose. It was hardly worth acknowledging at first. Just a light sensation that teased the edges of his sinuses. His nostrils gave a tiny twitch, and then nothing.

Zayne continued brushing, doing his best not to acknowledge any sensations on his face. This of course, scattered more fur into the air around him. Not that it could be helped. Still, he refused to give into the growing irritation, or acknowledge the way his breath had begun to catch. He was still in control. He could do this. 

He finally made it to the ends of his tail. The fullest, most luxurious part. It was beautiful, yet he cursed it. Although, you personally loved when he let you run your hands through it. He gave a few generous strokes, running the bristles through the fur with precision. 

More and more fur detached, swirled through the air, landing everywhere. 

His breath hitched. The tickle was beginning to settle in the back of his nose as he continued. He gave a particularly harsh tug on his next stroke as a knot had nestled itself deep in his fur. Big mistake on his end. A small plume of fur flew up into the air, curling directly into his face. He could feel each ticklish strand land on, around, and in his nose. The teased and tickled as he shakily inhaled. 

“No, no, n-nhh…I d-don’t– don’t need to snihHh–sneeze–” 

His nostrils flared, protesting the cat fur that tickled his nose. His breath hitched and stuttered, chest heaving. Fighting a losing battle, he finally raised his hand up to his nose. He wasn’t allergic to cat hairs, but his nose was quite sensitive to the touch. 

At last, his breath caught.

“Hhh–hh’Tscht!” He pinched the first sneeze off behind his fingers. It was refined and quiet, yet it did not relieve him from the tickle that plagued his nose. Before he had time to think, his nose protested once again, and suddenly once became six times.

“Heh-’Tcht! –eH’Tcht! N–tchtt! ‘Tch! ‘Tch! ‘tchhh!” Zayne wasn’t going to stop anytime soon if he didn’t release his nose to expel the cat fur, but habits kept him from doing so. “ahH–...s-so tickly..s-stuhHh’tcht!! ehH’Tcht! S-stupid cat f-fur’TCHT! ehH–’Tcht!” 

Each sneeze–albeit quite–harshly jerked his body and shook more cat fur into the air.

“Sh-hiH-iHt’Tgxt’ch! ah–Tchtt! hihH–heh’Tchht!” 

His body repeatedly betrayed him as his nose gave in to the itch–even as he fought to suppress them. Somewhere in the midst, he heard his door unlock. ‘Oh no, they’re here already. How long hahH– has it b-been?’ With all the commotion from his nose he had forgotten you were coming over. 

Soon, he heard the sound of your feet headed in his direction.

“Zayne? Are you… wh-what happened to you?” You tried to cover up your amusement by coughing to hide your laughter. Zayne tried his best to glare at you through his bleary eyes.

“T-too muhh’Tchh! hehH’TChh! Toomuchcatfur ahH–’TChh!!!” He stuttered out through the sneezes. “Hehh…I-I can’t s-stohH–p…”.

“Do you maybe think, you should, perhaps, take your hand off your nose? Stop stifling mayhaps? Or would you rather forever trap those tickly–”

“hehH–eH’DTZsh’iiihh!!” Even the mere word tickly made his nose burst. At least he finally let himself release the sneezes freely, “ahEhH’DZSH–iihhh!! eHEH’DSZHIew! heh’DZSH–IIHH–…hhh..”.

You clicked your tongue in feigned disappointment, “Kitty Zayne choking on his own fur?”

His ears flattened as he sniffled the mess back, rosy cheeks gave away his embarrassment. You gave him a cheeky smile as you pulled some tissues out of your back pocket. You held them out, nudging them towards his face as he still glared (lovingly) at you.

“This is n-not amuHh…amusing…hh…hH’iHhh–’Tschhh!” He sneezed again and hastily grabbed for the tissues. He blew his nose harshly in an attempt to evict any stray cat fur left in his nose. 

“Well, I found it quite amusing,” You giggled as you plopped down on the floor right in front of him, “though you had me worried for a moment there when you wouldn’t open your door or respond to your phone.”

He looked back at you above the tissues as he examined the expression on your face. A look of both amusement and relief. 

“I did…not mean to worry you. Apologies, my dear,” He sighed, his lips twitched into a small smile. 

“It’s no worries! The scene I walked into made up for it. Imagine, me walking in, worried, just to find you sitting on the floor, sneezing your head off, surrounded by a cloud of your own fur–”

“OhH–no wh–y–heH’TSCHHH! eH’Tschh! eH’Tch! ‘tch–’tch–’tch…heh…haHh–e’Tschhhh! Why did you have to mention it again?” He once again blew his nose into the tissues. Though they were quite wet by now. You threw your head back, cackling.

“I’m sorry, Zayne!! I didn’t realize you were so suggestible!” Regardless of his embarrassment, your laughter was still music to his ears. 

“Mhm…what will I ever do with you, hm?” He let out an amused sigh. 

“Why don’t we settle onto the couch instead of going out today? Now seems like a perfect time for an afternoon nap, yeah?” You beamed as you reached to scratch his ears. Miraculously, your hand made it to his ears before he could stop you. He let out a small pur, which in turn caused his cheeks to turn a deeper shade of red.

“S-sounds good to me,” he finally replied after he let you scritch behind his ears. You knew he enjoyed that spot. You hummed happily and helped him up from the floor. Zayne followed without protest, unable to stop the small purrs that escaped his throat.

Moments later, the two of you were nestled together on his plush sofa. Zayne’s breaths were slow and steady, though a faint sniffle escaped him now and then. The sneezing had finally eased, leaving his little cat-self drowsy. His tail curled lazily over your legs and with each soft exhale, his ears would give a tiny flick. He was the first to doze off, with you not too far behind.

[emberunderscore]

Icarus gets the fuckig hug (so i can sleep peacefully)

"Do you want a hug?"

The question caught them off guard. They weren't expecting that. They weren't really expecting any of this conversation to go the way it has. They weren't expecting Rae to even be there today.

They knew the answer, of course. They couldn't remember the last time they'd been hugged. But the thoughts ate away at their mind, telling them that they didn't deserve a hug. Especially not from Rae, and yet here he was. Telling them he missed them, he loves them. Offering that hug. That human contact. Something so simple, so basic yet something they craved so deeply.

"y- yeah... please"

They took a hesitant step towards Rae and he closed the rest of the distance. He wrapped his arms around them and they melted into his embrace. They didn't know what to do with their hands, so they remained awkwardly standing there as their brother held them. He was crying. They were trying so hard not to.

They missed him, too.

[wildmrmix]

12:30 I’m here to spread some Curly Johnny Ponyboy friendship based on what I used to do with old friends.

They’re all pretty chill with affection, especially with those they’re comfortable with. So sometimes they’ll go down to the lot and Ponyboy will lean against Johnny, and Curly will just… stand there before eventually sitting on Pb’s other side and very slowly start to lean against him as well (he will deny purposefully initiating any kind of affection till his last breath). And then they all just talk absolute trash about people. 3 boys alone for hours what will they do: make fun of people. Sometimes it’s strangers, sometimes it’s people from their school, sometimes it’s other buddies; nobody’s safe.

Sometimes Curly’ll come by the lot just to see if Ponyboy’s there yet, though he doesn’t just ditch if it’s only Johnny. I mean, he did, but then it got kind of weird to interact with the guy you very obviously ignored a handful of times. Those two are awkward as hell without Ponyboy being their middle ground in conversations, but they become actually acquainted with the other through these accidental lot-meetups. At least, as much as you can with how quiet Johnny is

On weekends, sometimes they try to push the curfew and go out to places like the Dingo, or the park, or sometimes they simply walk around for a while after dark. They make fun of and poke at and tease each other, sometimes giving out stupid dares just for laughs. And sometimes they will all just sit and smoke, ranting about their problems not because they’re inherently overwhelming at the moment, but because the others will listen.

During lunch periods, if Curly’s set on the idea enough, he’ll get Ponyboy and Johnny to ditch for a bit and they go off behind the school building to waste the period away. One time they walked off and found a storage/ water tank some ways away and they climbed onto it. Curly lost a ring on it and they ended up spending the rest of their time there trying and failing to find and grab it.

[turnedpalefromlackofsun]

i wrote a fanfic

[lesbiansanemi]

Currently trying not to vomit over the fact that I essentially just lost almost a thousand dollars brb

[icewindandboringhorror]

... why he sit like this

[liuisi]

Is ir okay to not feel it as a christian if youre still doing it? If i read the word and do what it says, but i never feel. the feelings. Is it normal? I feel so lost. Ive prayed so much.

hi!! i'm going to assume this question is coming from this post of mine. if its not sorry but i hope my answer still stands!

my point in that post is that it's not all about feeling the feelings. honestly, i would say that usually, Feeling Strong Emotion/being overtaken by emotion over it is something that is not necessarily common. of course, it depends on the person. some people are just Strong Feelers but that's not everyone! (i am not one of these people, for example).

if you don't Always Feel The Supernatural Presence Of God and you don't feel emotional every time you think about the Lord, or whatever standard you want to set, that's not an indicator of your faith. (or if you're truly saved.)

what's important is knowing. and believing. do you truly Know And Believe that the Lord Jesus, the Son of God, died on the cross for your sins? do you Know and Believe that the God of the Bible is real? that He created the world and everything in it? that He sent His only begotten Son to die out of love for us?

"Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen." Hebrews 11:1

that's what's important!!!! not if you cry during worship or if a sermon touches you. not Feeling A Supernatural Presence. if you know God is with you always, then you don't need to feel it for proof. you know it. you have faith.

modern-day christian culture has turned christianity into solely something you Feel. big displays of emotions during worship, people talking about visions and speaking in tongues and being filled by the Holy Spirit, etc. (this attitude has also led to the culture of "if i don't feel that the Lord is telling me that this is wrong, or if i feel that the Lord is telling me that this is okay, then it is.) but you can't rely on your feelings.

"The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?" Jeremiah 17:9

you want to hear God speak? you open your Bible. it's Literally God's word. everything you need to Know about God and how you should live your life is in there.

basically: anon, lack of Strong Emotion over living the faith does not mean that you're doing something wrong. however! i want to cover all my bases, just to be sure. you mention "reading the word and doing what it says". you might already know this, but being a christian isn't just about acts or works. the entire point of the gospel is that we cannot be saved through what we do, only through faith. it goes back to what i was saying about faith earlier on. if you find yourself treating this life like a checklist, like a "i'll do this, and this, and this, and then God will help me/love me", then that might be something to meditate about.

"For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: not of works, lest any man should boast." Ephesians 2:8-9

[possibly-eli]

once again posting a reminder (very gently, when you consider how fucking frustrated i am) that i am anti-kff! there are otherkin terms that people can use and, instead of educating themselves on this, they actively CHOOSE to belittle and bully otherkin folks, all while being a teensy tiny little bit ableist in how they go about it. its not a "erm these people are just minding their business and they're ALSO kin anyway" NO they are NOT. they are, by very fucking definition, either 'hearted or 'link (IF their connection is genuine ANYWAYS). that is NOT. KIN. and its kinda fucking telling if you think a community whose entire existence hinges on deliberate ignorance and harassment of a group is equal to the group theyre harassing and bastardising the terms and experiences of

[vaguehotels]

had the most braindead repetitive conversation/argument with my parents. buzz cuts are too masculine but if you dye a design on it it become effeminate which is bad because then you look weak and if youre weak then society falls apart (all societies ever that have fallen apart for any reason are actually because of feminine men) and we start sacrificing babies. and also all mental illness is invented because only 4 people had anxiety in the 90s and covid was made up so that we would all become gay and trans and then the government can control us better and be joe biden's little sex slaves. and also i need to keep my hair long because my father finds it attractive. what

[a-s-levynn]

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[passthroughtime]

i hope you don’t mind me not participating in sunday six for so long and not updating my fic... i’m having a bit rough time handling my life irl right now