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Top 5 Exercises for the Jawline: Tone and Define Your Look

Most people strive for a chiseled jawline because it enhances the face’s elegance and proportion. People frequently believe that this is dictated by one’s DNA. However, this is not true. You can truly work out the muscles that surround your jaw. Specific types of exercises can also be used to train the muscles in the jaw and certain parts of the neck.  In this blog, we will learn about five…

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HOW TO ACHIEVE A SLIMMER FACE.

+ MY GO TO JAW EXERCISE

YOU CANNOT OUT-TRAIN A BAD DIET.

You cannot out-train a bad diet. If your diet is bad, don't expect to see major results when working out. Having a good diet is 90% of weight loss and physical training is 10%.

SUGAR.

When you consume excess sugar, it can lead to water retention and inflammation, which may contribute to bloating in the face and body. By cutting down on sugary foods and beverages, you may notice a decrease in bloating and puffiness over time. Replacing sugary foods with whole, nutrient-dense options like fruits, vegetables, lean proteins, and whole grains can help improve overall health and reduce puffiness.

HOW TO GET A SLIMMER FACE:

I use this to tighten my jawline because it can look a bit puffier than I would like it to be. I have tested this before for a week and It definitely did make some changes so I will be sticking with this video. You have to be consistent to keep the results, I recommend doing it every day until you look at the results, then slowly reducing the number of days to a number that is good enough for you to maintain that result.

FACE MASSAGES & GUASHA

Guasha involves scraping a flat jade or rose quartz tool along the skin in upward strokes. This technique can help:

Improve Circulation: This can bring more blood flow to the face, which may help with a healthy glow.

Reduce Puffiness: By stimulating lymphatic drainage, it can help reduce fluid retention and puffiness.

Jawline Definition: Regular use along the jawline can promote a more defined look over time.

Face massages will also have the same effect.

[i-gotyou-dontworry]

Compensation probably contributed to his jawline looking extra snatched 👅👅👅

Tom has to keep that jaw in good shape, the good thing is that he can exercise it between Zendaya's legs😏

[that-stone-butch]

If money or biology wasn’t a limiting factor, what would be your dream body modifications?

as long as putting tech in my body doesn't like, mean i have to deal with permanent DRM or firmware updates or whatever, i have a LONG list of augmentations that i would consider

1. second pair of arms (and second pair of pecs, and new deltoid/back muscles to accommodate)

2. augmented knees/ankles. my ankles are my key failure point when it comes to weight bearing exercise and cardio, and reinforcing them would allow me to push my legs harder. i really like my legs and would rather not replace them, just give them a boost

3. metal jaw. my jawline is great and i think it would look even better if it was metal. also you could pin notes to it with fridge magnets, assuming that doesn't give me a headache or something

4. i would look great with wings, but they would be cumbersome with the extra arms. kind of an either/or scenario

5. i would consider a tail but i worry about altering my balance. i would give it a try, for sure

6. better teeth. stronger, sharper teeth. fangs

[acupofqueercoffee]

“Offer me the deathless death”

Andromache the Scythian x Female Reader

request ( found here ) by @nightly-polaris

|･ω･) go wild, you said and go wild, i did. i included as much of the provided details as i could. hopefully, you’ll find it agreeable

cw : 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ // dubcon-ish // ✂️ ✂️😼 // overstimulation

casually quoting hozier for all my andromache fics. that fight scene on the plane and the way she grabbed nile by the jaw tho 😩 wanted to incorporate it in a fic ever since i saw it, and fucking finally did

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Hallucinations. A fever dream.

Anything but reality is what you tell yourself, and what a job you have been doing thus far! Fantastically foolish if nothing else. Cocooned in a bubble of lies that spill forth none other than your lips, and illusions that are carved by your very mind itself, you harbour not a droplet of doubt that the reality in front of your eyes is nothing but bona fide.

People after all are the most masterful at fooling themselves.

Ensnared in a web of deceit weaved by your fingers lie no hapless preys, but you, yourself, who revel in the sweet taste of false security as you do in the richness of the creamy warm chocolate drink that coats your tongue.

Even though business in your shop today is notably satisfactory if not the most profitable, it is not the digits that matter to you the most. Your little shop is borne purely out of your profound passion and desire; obligation is out of the picture. It is where you feel the most at home, doing what you love while bathed in the aroma of freshly ground coffee and cocoa.

Amidst brewing a cup of americano as per the order of a customer with stylish sun-glasses and a striking jawline, your dress is accidentally soiled. Little do you know, the scatter of black and bitter constellations along the pristine white of your sleeve is merely the dawn of a darker, more bitter happening.

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Finding you has been relatively easy.

When the familiar dreams begin plaguing her usually dreamless nights, a telltale sign of a new immortal on the horizon, Andromache has half a mind to ignore them altogether. Had she not seen the places that stoke recognition amongst the wild tapestry of images, she certainly would have. But alas, her target, as it so happens, is no stranger to her. By no means does the Scythian know you. Nor you, the Scythian. New immortals bring together with them an assortment of risks, one of them being the exposure of their secret. It is with such knowledge in mind that Andromache feels obliged to set out for you despite her reluctance. You living in the neighbourhood of her temporary place of residence only makes the search all the more convenient.

Being a warrior for many a millennium has developed a vast array of tactical traits into personal trademarks. Those that once upon a time had had to be mindfully exercised, now occur as easily and effortlessly as breathing, involuntary more often than not. Beneath the dark shades of a spectacle perched on a well-defined slope of a nose lies a pair of sage green eyes, scanning the vicinity of wherever she goes like an eagle on a hunt. They have landed on it then, during her visit to a store, standing adjacent to it is a cafe in the name of “Trouvaille”. The Scythian is not one to be easily intrigued, but what a lie it would be to say that the charming building with its vintage air and curious name had not tickled her fancy. Or its owner whom she has noticed is all sweet smiles and dulcet eyes.

Eyes which she has only seen from afar then, now she stares directly into them. Protected by the shades, the intense greens study you with brazen openness, roaming all over your frame, from the tiny clips that decorate your cascading hair like colourful Christmas lights to the butterfly pendant that dangles from a simple silver chain, hovering directly above the dip of your throat, from the little flower prints on your dress, the skirt of which softly caresses your thighs, to occasional glimpse of seemingly soft flesh that teases the Scythian, left uncovered by a pair of white thigh-highs.

It is retrieving you that is the hard part.

Immediately upon arrival, Andromache has read your features for perhaps a trace of recognition. You paying the Scythian a visit in her dreams can only mean one thing after all: that she, too, must have appeared in yours. Yet, no widening of your eyes greet her, only a smile that does not waver.

“Hi, welcome to cafe Trouvaille. What can I get you?”

“Americano will do. Hot.”

Beside the fact that it is broad day light, a few people roam the place. As capable as Andromache is of manhandling you, it is not in her best interest to attract attention. The situation calls for patience. Rushing will spell only more trouble at best. Wait she must, and so, wait she does.

Leisurely, the Scythian sips her coffee, studying you periodically as she does so. It is after some minutes have ticked by, the cup of coffee sitting on the table, empty and cold, that she decides to fish a book, leather-bound and well-worn, out of her backpack. Thumbing through old pages, Andromache spends the better part of the wait indulging in literature, until one by one, people start trickling out of the shop.

In due time, it leaves only the Scythian and you.

The sky has taken on a deep orange hue by the time she stands to approach you. She eyes you surreptitiously, and upon confirming that she is not at the receiving end of your attention, the Scythian moves to lock the door. Ever the diligent wielder of caution, she does not forget to flip the little dangling plate. The letter “We’re closed.” that is carved into the wood will help ward off potential visitors.

Even as she walks towards the counter, you do not seem to notice her for you are kept occupied by the book in your lap, fingers busy scribbling onto paper. It is the tinkle of porcelain on marble as she drops the cup and saucer atop the counter that finally has your eyes zeroing in on her. She watches you watch her. Backdropped by the sunset with her shades finally tucked away into the pocket of her jacket, the sight of the Scythian brings about a subtle shift in your mien. Although fleeting, the furrow of your brows that must have been imperceptible to others, does not go unnoticed.

“Hello, again. I hope you’ve had a good time.”

The smile that you give her is sweet, if not the most genuine.

“Why don’t we save the pleasantries, hm?” The smile that touches her lips, in contrast, has a hint of sourness. “You’ve seen me before.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t believe I have.”

Your answer only brings about a twofold increase in the Scythian’s irritation. Judging by the slightest delay in your response, she knows that you are well aware that she has not meant it as a query, and so, she says as much.

“It wasn’t a question.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You must have mistaken me for someone else.”

The adamant denial from you has strong, slender digits tightening around the strap that is slung over one shoulder.

“Do I really have to spell it out for you? You died, and then you woke up, saw a bunch of people you had never seen before in your dream, including me.”

“But, that was- No. Surely it was-.”

“Look, kid-” Forming into a thin line are Andromache’s lips as she takes a moment to compose herself, slowly huffing out an exhale through flared nostrils. “-I know you’ve got questions but I need you to come with me first.”

“No. No, I don’t think so. This isn’t real. None of this is real. Leave, please. I need you to leave.”

Lips that slowly curl into a smirk and a chuckle that comes out dark and dangerous. “It’s cute that you think you have a choice.”

Battered boots that come to rest just shy of polished loafers.

“You know…your folly is, dare i say, commendable. Reality is not just something you can rewrite, and yet, you managed an impeccable job of tricking yourself into thinking what you believe to be the truth is the truth.”

One foreboding frame that looms like a predator and the one that cowers like a cornered prey.

“Alas, I almost feel bad for shattering your little illusion. But then again, I’ve done a great many questionable things in my life having lived as long as I have. What significance would it make to add another?”

“What I saw in my dream. They really happened.” It is a question albeit not being voiced like one. The Scythian does not find the need to answer. Why bother when the answer already lies in your hand?

At her silence, a look of horror dawns on your features. “You’re a murderer. You and your friends. I’ve seen them. I- I’m not- I can’t.”

“Oh darling, a rose without thorns is but a weed, easy to be plucked, to be trampled on. You’re one of us now. You will come with me whether you like it or not, and you will do so this instant.”

Every single step you hesitantly take back is met with an immediate footfall of boots as they fall right onto the place that your loafers have just vacated. It goes like this for a while, you actively ruining the close proximity, and Andromache rectifying it, until there is nowhere for you to flee, and your hips collide with the counter edge.

“Why me?” She parries your plea with a nonchalant shrug, face impassive. “Beats me.”

“Please, I-” Tears glisten in your eyes, murmuring beseechingly. “Let me go. I can’t kill. I know nothing about fighting.”

While her hands grip the counter on either side of your waist to cage you in strong arms, her lips lower to the shell of your ear, breath warm as she speaks. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. You can kill. In fact, anyone can. You just have to listen to me.”

“No! Let me go! I don’t want-” Yells dissolve into a yelp by way of digits seizing your jaw.

“I’ve gone out of my way to exercise great forbearance, but it is running terribly thin. It would do you well not to try it any further.” She husks threateningly, feeling the softness of your cheeks giving under the roughness of her battle-hardened fingers. Salty droplets drench her digits as tears start spilling in rivulets down your cheeks.

“Go on, bite me with those baby teeth. Scratch me with your little paws.” She taunts. “Why, would you look at that! All bark and no bite. How pathetic.”

It is as she says this that your teeth sink into the palm that is pressed tightly against your mouth. The unexpected retaliation has her stance faltering, and although you manage to break free from her bodily confines, the Scythian, being far more nimble and dexterous, hardly has to break sweat in recapturing you.

“You're a stubborn little thing, aren’t you? Two can play that game, although don’t say I didn’t warn you. Breaking men, after all, is considered one of my fortes.”

Wrists locked behind your back in her iron grip, and body bent over the marble counter, Andromache revels in the quavering of your body beneath her own as one wicked hand, like a sneaky serpent, slowly slithers up your thigh.

“Are you-” A whimper flies past your lips when your arms are pulled taunt, shoulders craning uncomfortably. And then, she yanks, hard and unforgiving, until you are forced onto your feet, back colliding with her front. “Are you going to kill me?”

Andromache cannot help but laugh at your question, a rich throaty sound that brings about the erection of soft little hair on the nape of your neck.

Your wrists are released at the cost of your cheeks bearing the brunt of her ire as rough fingers dig into your flesh. They flee from their cage between the two of your bodies to take sanctuary on her forearm, soft fingers grasping the sleeve of her jacket. “Where’s the fun in killing you when I can just have my way with you, hm?” Her hold around one of your thighs remains unrelenting while the hand on your jaw coerces you into craning your neck. Your head rests on her chest with a grunt, and you drown, held spellbound by the intense green of her eyes. “I’d rather enjoy the view of you crumbling beneath me than watch you bleed out only to come alive again.”

Although it douses you in shame, you have to admit that you are not entirely immune to the woman. How can you when she oozes charisma, frighteningly beautiful even as she looms over you with all the grandeur of a great menacing panther.

And then, too many things happen all at once; fingers that crawl into a forest of hair to grab a fistful, with a yank to the side, a throat that is bared for the predator above to conveniently sink her teeth into, the frenzied little flutter of a pulse beneath the flat of a warm tongue, chocked sobs that dissolve into a strangled gasp as a cold hand journeys into the waistband of an underwear.

Previously, your hands have found home on her thighs, fingers grappling fabric, but upon feeling wandering digits inside your underwear, one of them flies towards the offending hand, locking around a wrist.

“N-no. You can’t.”

“You would do well to remember that I am in control here.”

The Scythian’s growl is not only heard, but also felt on your skin as teeth nibble, mouth suck, and lips soothe the stings that afterwards will linger on your body in the form of dark blues and bright reds.

Horror and humiliation dance a wild tango whereas fingers waltz delicately along your folds, a condescending tsk echoing off your nape when they come away wet. Betrayed and backstabbed by your own body, mortification colours your face as not one but two of her sizeable digits sink into your heat with little to no effort. Although sudden, it does not hurt, though it stings, leaves you breathless still. Dewdrops bloom on your lashes and they drop down your cheeks when fingers in your core bury knuckles deep, abuse your tightness. You feel them in the very depths of your body, filling you so deliciously that when they wiggle so much as a little, it is more than enough to sucker-punch a breath out of your lungs.

Between her hot mouth kissing your neck all rosy and sore, her fingers cleverly caressing your insides, and her hand toying with your breasts beneath your dress, it is no surprise that your undoing greets you with a tidal wave of pleasure.

It is, however, a surprise to find yourself being shoved back-first onto the table, legs being pulled wide by fingers twining round your thighs. You are still suffering through a series of aftershocks from your first orgasm when her mouth attaches itself to your quavering folds, that wicked tongue immediately slithering into your hole. It does a cruel little nudge and your fingers wind up entwined in her hair. Instead of a reproach, it is a hum of satisfaction that you earn as the Scythian grabs a handful of your buttocks and devour you like a starved man.

By the seventh one, you are well beyond exhausted, brain foggy courtesy of being fucked into oblivion, and body agonisingly sore, littered with deep hues and teeth marks. Somewhere between third and fourth, if you recall correctly, she has stripped you bare, bar your thigh-highs, and completely rid herself off clothes, magnificent muscles coming into display. You have ogled them with barely restrained awe until your attention is swayed elsewhere by her mouth leaving traces of herself all across the expanse of your body.

Now, once again, you marvel at them, entranced by the impressiveness of her muscles that ripple with every roll of her powerful hips.

You barely recognise the face that is staring right back at you, reflected in the surface of sea green eyes, or the sounds that are oozing out of your lips. Sweat clings to the forehead of the woman towering over you as it does to yours. One of your legs is slung over her shoulder, and the other lies limp and useless between her thighs, as she rubs herself into your core with wild abandon.

“I- I can’t. Too much. It’s too muc- ah!”

“Yes, you can.”

She has taken the hand that goes to rest on one of her hipbones only to weave her fingers with yours. Now, they hover in the air, tightly intertwined, suddenly made much tighter by the white knuckled grip of your hand.

“Slow- nghh please! Be gentle.”

“You do as I say. Not the other way round. Is that understood?”

The desperate nods of your head is met with a bite to the succulent inside of your thigh just above the brim of your sock.

“Answer me.”

“Yes!”

“My word shall be your command, and you will dance to my every desire, won’t you darling?”

“Yes! Yes, I will.”

“You are mine after all, aren’t you? Mine to do with what I please. Mine to use how I see fit. Don’t you agree?”

“I’m yours- ngh- all yours.”

“Good girl.” She moans, movements escalating from lazy strokes to untamed gyrations.

“Andy.” She rasps breathlessly. “I want to hear my name dripping down those pretty little lips when you fall apart.”

And hear she does. Andy. Andy. Andy. Andy. Her name is all you can cry out as your juices mingle with one another’s, the combined essence soiling your thigh-highs as well as the couch beneath you.

Back curving, toes curling, you soar high, high into heaven, swimming amongst clouds, drowning in euphoria. And then, you plummet, down into the pit of hell, down into another one of those little deathless deaths. An intense blinding white replaced by an absolute dark.

When you awake, it is to the heart-melting sensation of lips softly caressing your forehead. You find yourself on the same couch that you have passed out, cocooned in toned arms, face tucked snugly into a warm, musky throat. Reflexively, you begin nosing the soft underside of her jaw before you are startled by fingers wandering down your very naked thigh.

“Look at me.” Obediently, you oblige, reluctantly leaving the pleasant warmth of her neck to do what she desires.

“What have I told you?” All too delicately, or as delicately as the callouses on her hand will allow, the pad of a thumb grazes the apple of your cheek.

Fighting against the urge to slip your eyes shut, you sigh dreamily instead. “That as long as I remain a good obedient girl, no harm will befall me.”

“That’s right. And are you?”

A nod as an answer prompts a pat of a forefinger on your cheek, and then, another. You know what she wants, so you give her just that.

“I’m a good girl.”

Not only do you see the smirk on her face, but you also feel it on your skin as she leans down to drag her lips across yours. “You forgot to mention whose, darling.”

“I’m a good girl, Andy. Your good girl.”

“And will my good girl obey my every command like she had promised?”

“Mmhm.”

A breath catches in your throat as her lips journey down down down, admiring the traces of none other than herself until that ravenous mouth adjourn to your hip, sucking the tender spot on your hipbone to make it all the more vibrant.

Although it has not been the main purpose of her doing what she has done, it is without doubt that Andromache gets a sick sort of pleasure out of seeing you covered in her marks. Every inch of your body and soul, all irrevocably hers.

You have said it so yourself, willingly given yourself up to her. That being said, it is purely her own greed that has her craving more and more and more of you. The scent of you that is sinfully sweet, heady and uniquely yours, makes her ache. The sight of you, like the dewy petals of an exquisite flower, pretty and pulsating, makes her mouth water.

It is with this insatiable hunger swelling inside of her that the Scythian sinks to her knees between your luxuriously smooth thighs.

“One more, darling. Give me one more before we leave.”

And you do, oh how you do even as one bleeds into two and two into three, because a good girl does what she is taught, does she not? And you are a good girl, Andy’s sweet little good girl to do with what she will.

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[dramarnathandentalcare]

Top 5 Exercises for the Jawline: Tone and Define Your Look

Most people strive for a chiseled jawline because it enhances the face's elegance and proportion. People frequently believe that this is dictated by one's DNA. However, this is not true. You can truly work out the muscles that surround your jaw. Specific types of exercises can also be used to train the muscles in the jaw and certain parts of the neck. 

In this blog, we will learn about five basic but effective jawline workouts that will help you slim your jawline.

Why Jawline Exercises Matter

Jawline exercises target the muscles in the neck, face, and jaw region. Performing activities to strengthen these muscles will help draw up the skin on the face. This is very useful for sagging or puffy skin around the jaw. Healthy exercise increases blood flow in this area, which reduces the production of fat and skin.

Top 5 Jawline Exercises to Try

1) The Chin Lift

The chin raise is a simple jawline exercise that works various muscles in the mouth, neck, and throat. It is an ideal fit for reducing fat chins and enhancing the jawline. 

2) Jaw Release

The jaw release exercise focuses on relaxing the muscles in the jaw. At the same time, they exercise the surrounding muscles. This jawline workout helps you sculpt your lower face, resulting in a sculpted jawline.

3) Neck Curl-Up

This exercise is comparable to sitting up for the neck; it focuses on the front neck and helps to lift and tone the jawline. It is highly good at firming sagging skin on the neck. 

4) The Vowel Sounds Exercise (A-E-I-O-U)

This jawline exercise may appear goofy, but it is the most effective workout for the lip, cheek, and jaw muscles. Of course, by stressing vowel sounds, you will engage these muscles, which will undoubtedly tone your face. 

5) Collarbone Backup

Collarbone backup is a good jawline exercise that works the muscles in the neck and jaw. It improves overall posture and may reduce the double chin problem. 

Tips to Get the Best Results from Jawline Exercises

Hydrate yourself

Maintain a Healthy Diet

Stay Consistent

Improve Posture

Final Thoughts

Jawline toning exercises may not usually necessitate the use of equipment or extensive gym sessions. Five fundamental exercises can be used to train the face and neck muscles to achieve a chiseled appearance. Whether you wish to recover a narrow profile over your chin or improve the lines of your face, these workouts will help. The most essential thing is to keep to the routine, be patient over time, and avoid causing too much harm to your health.

For more guidelines read the full blog by this link : https://www.dramarnathansdentalcare.com/jawline-exercise/

[thejournallo]

Life Hack: Oil pulling

This is a life hack to take more proper care of our oral hygiene and is something that I am actually testing out, and I can actually see incredible results in only one week. 

What is oil pulling?

Oil pulling is an ancient Ayurvedic practice that involves swishing oil around in your mouth for several minutes to promote oral health. The process is believed to draw out toxins from the body and improve dental hygiene. The scientific community has mixed opinions on oil pulling. Some small studies have shown reductions in oral bacteria, plaque, and gingivitis, comparable to mouthwash. However, more extensive and rigorous studies are needed to confirm these benefits conclusively.

What are the benefits that oil pulling can have on you?

Improved Oral Hygiene: It is said to reduce plaque, gingivitis, and bad breath.

Whitening of Teeth: Regular practice is believed to help whiten teeth.

Detoxification: Proponents claim it helps detoxify the body, although scientific evidence supporting this is limited only to the part of the mouth.

Relief from Jaw Pain: Some report reduced jaw pain and improved jaw strength.

How do i do oil pulling?

Choose your oil: Coconut oil is a popular choice due to its antimicrobial properties. even though every vegetable oil can be good for this practice.

Measure a tablespoon: Use about a tablespoon or two of oil.

Swish the oil: Swish it around your mouth for 15-20 minutes. Make sure not to swallow it. and it is suggested to do this first thing in the morning to get rid of all the bacteria that accumulates throughout the night. (This is the part that makes your jaw pain go away because you actually exercise your mouth muscles while you do that.)

Spit it out: Spit the oil into a trash can (not the sink, as it can clog pipes).

Rinse and brush: Rinse your mouth with water and then brush your teeth as usual.

Oil pulling is generally considered safe, but it should not replace traditional oral care practices like brushing and flossing.

My thoughts and experiences:

I always had problems keeping my oral igine costant because of my adhd. Since I started oil pulling, not only did I see an improvement in my teeth, as they are more white, but I also saw an improvement in my routine because, in general, I see it as an easy way to clean my teeth, which includes actually brushing my teeth. i also have notice improvements with my jawline but that could be the gua sha too.

[rubykgrant]

My stupid little soft spot in my heart for Church and Tex~

These are all part of my story-line in which Church and Tex get to come back with synthetic human bodies, based on DNA samples from the Director and Allison (not total clones of them, and thus they aren't identical. at first, their new bodies aren't very strong, but as time goes on, Church gains some healthy weight, and Tex builds up her MUSCLES. From the beginning, he's shorter than the Director with a more squared jaw and slightly broader nose. Tex is very tall, with a defined jawline, and ironically looks more like Carolina. Church still has black hair, but he has it more fluffed-up forwards. He wasn't sure if he wanted to keep the facial hair (worried it makes him too similar to SOMEBODY), but decided if he avoids anything he likes for fear of association, it is still letting somebody else influence his decisions. So, some fuzz around his chin stays. Tex has light blonde hair that she pulls back in a long pony-tail.

In the first set of pictures, Church is holding her hand to his face as he kisses into her palm, first with both eyes shut, then peeking with one open.

The second set of pictures is them in bed together, Church is sitting up with pillows against his back, and Tex resting her head comfortable in her arms crossed over his stomach. Church is stroking her hair back gently and kissing the top of her head, while holding one of her hands in his other. He has pale blue pajama pants on, while Tex is wrapped up in blankets.

Third set of pictures is them in "fancy date outfits". Church is wearing a blue shirt with sleeves that go to the middle of his forearm, and a pattern of pale blue feathered wings on the shirt's shoulders. He has dark, dusty blue pants, and black shoes. He also has his glasses on. Tex is wearing a light, long jacket that is dark gray, a white under shirt, black pants, and gray lace-up boots. Church has been working on exercising specifically so he could be strong enough to lift her up, that was his entire motivation.

[idonttakethislightly]

Matter over Mind

I've never read an X-Men comic, so I feel like I'm not really in The Power Fantasy's target demographic? So maybe this is all just massively missing the point, but...

I'm completely obsessed with Heavy, and I can't tell if this is me forgiving atrocities because it was a hot person who (nearly and/or indirectly) committed them, or if this is something else. I think I want it to be something else, but maybe I'm kidding myself.

Which is not to throw shade on anyone who's fascinated by hot people doing atrocious things! The whole point of fiction imho is that nothing has to work the same as in reality, including moral/ethical judgement. Even if I was going to pass judgement on people for their fictional crushes I sure wouldn't be saying so on Tumblr.

It's just... I didn't always understand myself as well as I do now. Let me tell you something I just recently finally articulated about my relationship to fiction.

Every time I fall in love with a story, it's because I'm repressing something big. There's a feeling or experience that's eating at my life, but it's not safe to let it be real. That's the only kind of time when I can find true fictional love, and it honestly kind of sucks because I don't want my greatest joy to only arrive in moments of acute pain.

It's also a known fact about me that I'm incredibly attracted to long hair on men, and to really good jawlines. So it's almost possible to tell myself a story where I'm ignoring the facts of Heavy's choices and focusing on his physical appeal. Which is sexual, obviously, but also-

I don't like having a body. I don't eat a good diet, or wash my hair enough, or exercise. There's reasons for all those things- a mixture of sensory sensitivities and executive function struggles- but they're all things I hate doing, and hate myself for not doing, and they're all things Heavy definitely does. (Yes, his hair is tousled, but it's got volume and it's drawn with silky strands instead of lanky clumps. Compare the texture of his hair to the texture of Jacky Magus's present-day hair. Do you see how hard I've been thinking about this?)

I'm also very impressed with Caspar's approach to stylizing the human body. He's got an eye for physical details- but not every character is physical in the same way. I mentioned Heavy's hair in contrast to Jacky's, but also look at Eliza's unrealistically-geometric bob- it's sharp and unnatural to the point of being less physically real. (As far as I can tell, that's her deal in general.) Look at how Jacky and Masumi are both (in my opinion) worryingly thin, but you see the cords in Jacky's neck more- for her it's conventional beauty standards, for him it's a clear neglect of his physical form.

I don't think I'd do a great job drawing the cast of The Power Fantasy. I'd struggle with Etienne's wrinkles because I don't understand facial anatomy, and his hair because I don't understand natural Black hair textures. I try to remember to draw folds in clothing, but I don't have Caspar's ability to differentiate fabrics by the way they drape. I can draw the idea of a person... but the physical realities of embodiment are beyond me. Let alone the unrealities. And I feel like my drawing style restricts my imagination, because what's the point of dreaming up things I can't draw?

I've gotten kind of disillusioned with the way I design transmasculine characters. I used to think that I drew them androgynous, if not outright feminine, because I wanted to see transmascs who look like me. But honestly, I think I've always just been projecting my own dysphoria onto every character I draw. If I don't get to be tall, muscular, square-jawed, strong-featured... nobody does. Even the cis men I draw look androgynous. I grew up on manga, not the X-Men, and I think it's cruel and unfair and needlessly stereotypical to say I draw like a girl, but the fact is I could never have designed Heavy.

Heavy's not real. He's not even lines on paper, to me- he's ones and zeroes in a file, that turn into lights on a screen.

I still feel like his body is more physically real than my own.

[i-love-dopamine]

TRANSITION UPDATE IM FTM AND HAVE BEEN DOING A SPECIFIC EXERCISE THING TO MAKE MY JAW MORE PRONOUNCED AND I JUST LOOKED IN THE MIRROR IN THE BATHROOM AND HAD TO DOUBLE TAKE BC ITS GETTING RID OF MY PUFFY ESTROGEN CHEEKS AND INSTEAD GIVING ME A JAWLINE :DDDD

Edit: ok some people wanted to know what exercise im doing to improve my jawline so basically you put ur arm on the table and make a fist and set ur chin on ur fist and force ur mouth open while also pusing ur head down a bit.

Artists rendition

[ftmazing]

3 months update

Facial hair is coming in strong. Even the hair that isn't darker has gotten thicker. I even have hair darkening on my cheek bones. Chest hair is getting darker. SO MICH BACK HAIR. No ass hair yet, so that's something.

My arm muscles are starting to have some more time and definition, despite not working out. Which, oddly enough, had led me to start doing some bodyweight exercises at home. I never wanted to work out before because I felt like it would just make me look more feminine.

I also fatigue less easily. And I feel like I can lift things a little easier. Just overall a little stronger.

Body weight has started to redistribute. Lost some fat in my chest and butt, gained some fat in my belly. I don't hate it.

My jawline has changed. I can feel the muscles in my jaw growing.

Voice is continuing to drop. I'm still having to consciously lower my voice sometimes. If I don't my vocal cords get a little sore after a while. I can also avoid the voice cracks if I'm conscious about how I'm talking.

Bottom growth is still happening, but slower. So much more sensitive. All of my skin and body feel a little more sensitive tbh. It can be a little overwhelming, but not always in a bad way.

Emotionally, thank the GODS for T, honestly. With everything that's happened around the time I started. I don't think I would've been able to handle it. I still feel emotions, but they don't control me. They don't incapacitate me like they did. I don't feel that burning behind my eyes when I get sad or angry. I don't feel numb, just more even I guess. I'm very happy about that.