#native men

[cityonahillphotos]

Native American pride baby!!!!! We are still here!!!

[turgidscum]

As another native, genuinely I suggest that you try to learn about what gender looked like pre contact. Idk what tribe you’re from but my tribes entire creation story and beliefs includes and respects who we now call 2spirit. Talk to 2spirit people from your tribe, talk to your elders. I get why you’re a transmed, trying to survive in a colonial system and worldview is hard and it makes us always put our energy into survival and respectability politics, but we need to be putting our energy into challenging that system and worldview, not just trying to live within it. And also you can be indigenous and have anti indigenous beliefs, (most of us have at least some, at least subconscious, that’s colonialism for you) I’m not erasing who you are.

my tribe has no history of two spirit individuals, as the term was only coined in 1990 by myra laramee, who was an elder of the fisher river cree nation. the cree nation is on the opposite side of north america from my nation. we have never had any contact, any trade, nothing. the language of our nations is as vast and changing as any other nation, and my nation has a negative history with anyone not cis or straight.

my tribe only permits same-sex marriage as a result of federal ruling under the cfr. my tribe will not reissue my card despite by name and sex being changed legally.

i suppose you could chalk this up to colonialism, and i wouldn't blame you. when i asked my elders about this, they said that lgbt people were generally cast out in our tribe... though, again, whether this is colonialism, i'm not sure. but i can almost guarantee that none of the elders of my nation at present are welcoming of lgbt people and do not stand behind the idea of two-spirit. i personally don't as i have no connections with such a term. i am a man and always have been.

my nation being southern certainly hasn't helped. while some of the other members i grew up with are lgbt, i have long-since left them behind and moved on with my life. maybe they're more accepting than they were ten years ago... who knows. considering they won't reissue my card, i doubt it. (perhaps i shouldn't say i have my card if it's not my name, right?)

i am proud of my native heritage. i am not proud of how my nation, and my tribe specifically, treat people like us.

[originalwomanmikmaq]

[eaglestrong-falcon]

Native Dance song

[asm5129]

Hey.

If you’re trans, an immigrant, or anywhere on Trump’s list of targets, I need you you to know something.

You’re amazing. Your life contributes endless value merely by your existence. I wish I could meet you and hug you (with your consent) and tell you that you are loved, but I’ll have to do it here instead.

You are loved. You are beautiful. You are valued. No matter what they do, they cannot take that from you, because I will always feel that way about you and they cannot take it from me.

Please know, there will always be people on your side. Even if you can’t always see us, we are there.

Survive. Love yourself. Celebrate the small things.

And remember—fascism isn’t stable. MAGA worldviews are corrosive and selfish, more than comfortable stabbing each other in the back when things aren’t going their way.

They wouldn’t need to control us if they thought things would go their way naturally.

All empires fall. And from the ruins we will build something better.

You just gotta make it there.

[PS reblog if you agree and think marginalized people should know they are loved and valued]

[angelfacemjj]

Hey, this is your friendly reminder that cisnormativity and gender binarism are products of colonialism and racism, so I really recommend you, white trans people, to start engaging with anti racism, because ignoring our experiences and upholding white supremacy is only gonna worsen the situation. <3

[skeletons-eat]

Silly sketches i did recently;0

[thewatcher0nthewall]

Who do you think send the winds, if not the gods?

Osha, Rickon and Shaggy

[idylls-of-the-divine-romance]

I love the Christ Child. The Divine Babe. Just like, as an image. This is a baby, barely even 2 years old. Angelic warriors attend his birth. Pagan astrologers, the advisors to kings and emperors, journey miles and miles at great expense to worship this child. The King of the Babe's hometown, is so threatened by the birth of this infant, that he commits an infanticide. The divine babe must become an immigrant - a stranger in a strange land.

In the city of Rome, the capital of the World, there is a man, Caesar Augustus, who claims to be the son of a god. But he is about to be challenged. By a baby in a manger.

[cityonahillphotos]

POWwow at the #granderhonde!!! More photos to come!!! #indigenous #native #nativeamerican #nativeart #powwow #powwowseason #nativebeauty #drums #music #dancing #feathers #bells

[thurstongrey]

[eaglestrong-falcon]

Watch "Top Praise and Worship Songs 2023 Playlist - Nonstop Christian Gospel Songs" on YouTube

[thewordfortheday]

Now after Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea in the days of Herod the king, behold, wise men from the East came to Jerusalem. saying, "Where is He who has been born King of the Jews? For we have seen His star in the East and have come to worship Him." Matthew 2:1-2

Why do we call them"wise men"? Perhaps because they searched the scriptures and found about the star? Yes and they were looking for the signs of the birth of the Messiah. They deciphered the time of His visitation. In other words,  they sought to find and worship the newborn King. Even today, wise men seek the Messiah, Jesus, the One true God and worship Him. How did these wise men respond at the end of their journey, when they found who they were looking for? 

“They rejoiced with exceedingly great joy. And when they had come into the house, they saw the young Child with Mary His mother, and fell down and worshipped Him.”

There's true joy, peace and happiness when we find the Lord Jesus Christ. If you are empty on the inside and you have no peace or joy in your life, like the wise men, look for the One who is the source of all joy, peace, happiness and everlasting life.

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X-Nativity

Art by David Winters

[pickledpascal]

Thee Wolverine

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Maya Imik

Warnings: animal tendencies, cat behavior, some sexual themes if you squint, fluff otherwise!

A/N: just felt like there was too much feral!logan where he's a fucking machine. what if he just wants to be close to his mate, c'mon now.

Word Count: 1.8k

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Logan did not go feral. Well, if someone asked, he would say he didn’t.

But there were days, weeks, months when he didn’t act like himself. Where scent, touch, and just about everything seemed to drive him crazy. He’d isolate himself in his room, exiting it with a few more claw marks lodged into the walls or he’d simply leave the mansion. Live in the woods for an indiscriminate amount of time until he felt normal enough to return.

With Maya, that changed.

Similar to their usual routine when they were about to sleep, Maya read a book beside Logan as he got in bed next to her. The whole day, he had felt urges. He knew he was slipping little by little. Around Maya, the fight in him crumbled. His pupils turned to slits as he felt that part of his brain take over.

He pulled her close, causing her to let out a light squeak at how roughly her pulled her. He buried his head into her neck and rubbed his cheek against the exposed skin of her neck and shoulder. His pupils rounded and dilated before he closed his eyes.

Maya looked at Logan curiously, an amused smile on her face. The book was long forgotten as he kept rubbing his face against her until he tucked his head underneath her chin. She carded a hand through his hair and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

Logan wasn’t a stranger to cuddling. Even less so as the person who wanted the affection, desperate for it at times, too. However, this was a whole new level Maya hadn’t experienced yet. Though, she didn’t mind.

A low purr escaped Logan’s chest as Maya kept her fingers in his hair. Surprise was an understatement. She was downright ecstatic at the discovery. Logan was a goddamn cat. Well, more like a tiger. Large and dangerous with deadly claws and an even deadlier bite but downright cuddly and soft when they wanted to be.

They went to sleep like that. Maya’s arms were around Logan’s shoulders while his arms were wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly to him. Their legs tangled together so he could lock their bodies like puzzle pieces. Maya had never felt so warm in her life. It was like being covered in the world's best heated and weighted blanket.

Waking up was another ordeal.

“Logan, let me go.” Maya huffed as she tried to get away from him but he kept a firm hold around her body.

“No.” He hummed, rubbing his face into her hair with a large, easy smile on his face. It would have been more endearing if she hadn’t had an important briefing with Scott in the morning.

Eventually, he did let her go but he full-on whined at the loss of contact. He even growled lowly when she got dressed properly, eyes turning to slits. Maya didn't notice. He hated that she was covering her skin. Hated that he didn't have as much access as he did earlier.

He stood up and pressed his chest to her back and wrapped his arms around her waist, letting his chin rest on her shoulder as a chuff rumbled in his body.

Maya pecked his cheek. “Don't worry, you'll be okay without me for a little while.” Logan frowned. His pupils seemed to get impossibly rounder.

Maya wondered what that was about. In fact, he hadn't said more than a word to her since yesterday, when they had lunch. She brushed it off as just him having a bad day, he'd talk to her later about it, as he always did.

She left the room and went to the briefing with Scott. It went smoothly. They were brainstorming ways to get better protections for mutants from experimentation in a lawful route with Jean and Ororo. Maya didn't think she was of much help but the others reassured her that she was.

During lunch hours, she sat where she usually did with some of the older students. Yukio, Ellie, and Kitty had become friends she liked even if they were nearly ten years younger than her. After a while, she noticed Logan was not in the dining hall like everyone else. Maya pursed her lips.

“Have any of you seen Logan today?” She asked. They all knew of their relationship, at this point, so she felt no reason to hide her worry or favor for the older mutant.

Kitty chuckled. “You didn't hear? He canceled all of his classes.”

“What?” Maya blinked. To be fair, Logan didn't seem like he wanted to converse with anyone, much less a bunch of children. “Why?”

Ellie stared at Maya flatly. As always. “He didn't tell you?” She raised an eyebrow. Then let out a soft “hm.”

Maya pushed a hand through her hair and screwed her eyes shut for a moment, slightly exasperated. There was a lot she didn't know about Logan, he was nearly two hundred fucking years old, of course, she wouldn't be able to know every goddamn thing he went through.

“What is it?” She pressed.

Yukio answered this time, in her usual cheerful tone though it was quieter now as if she was telling a secret. “Sometimes the animal part of Mr. Howlett takes over! He becomes more,” She thought about it for a moment, “Feral. Gives into his animal instincts. He always cancels classes when that happens.”

Maya could not believe what Yukio was telling her. She laughed. She knew it was true. But feral? Describing the cuddle bear that was Logan that morning as feral was silly.

She could still see him in the back of her mind, pupils so dilated they seemed to take over his entire hazel iris. His hair was so fluffy from lying around in bed that it seemed to accentuate the two tufts on either side of his head.

When Maya did come back to his room—their room—she was bombarded by Logan. He pulled her down to the bed with him and nearly shredded off her shirt to expose her skin. He nuzzled his face against her stomach which made her chuckle. He was so goddamn cuddly. She wondered what the students thought he did while he was like this. What urges did they think he had? To kill? Destroy shit? Dare she say fuck?

Logan chuffed again, his entire body rumbled with the noise as he rubbed his cheeks against her. His facial hair made it feel scratchy but Maya didn't mind it much. He was enjoying himself, why would she stop that?

“How've you been?” She asked in a murmur, trying to make some conversation.

“Missed you.” He hummed. His nose traced the soft outline of Maya's abdominal muscles.

Her heart warmed. She glanced around the room. All of the drawers designated to her were slightly ajar. She looked back down at Logan, an amused smirk on her face. He was wearing one of her shirts. A simple black T-shirt with a vintage design on the front.

“Yeah?” Maya tugged a little at the shirt. She raised an eyebrow at him.

Logan pouted softly as he raised his head to look at her. “Smells like you.”

Maya let out a breath, her eyes softening and full of affection as she tugged Logan up her body. “C'mere, sweetheart.” He happily obliged. “I don't mind you taking my clothes if it helps you, okay?” She nodded at him.

He kissed Maya's cheek in response, purring lowly. He wrapped his arms around her again and rubbed his cheek against hers. She laughed. It was his favorite sound in the world. He wanted to hear it all the time. His heart twinged with affection each time he heard even the faintest of chuckles escape her lips.

“Mate makes me happy.” Logan murmured. He rubbed his face against her hair again to feel the softness of it.

He loved her presence, the feeling of her skin against his. More importantly, for his feral mind, he loved having her scent all over him and he loved rubbing his scent all over her. No one else would know besides him and that's what made it so much sweeter.

Maya let Logan mess up her hair, a light smile on her lips. She had never thought of herself as his ‘mate,’ but she was. They were made for each other, it appeared. They fit together like a lock and a key or a pen to paper. They were so similar yet so different. And they embraced those differences without fail. Each flaw seemed to only make them love the other more. Now that they found each other, they were never going to let go. Never could let go.

She pressed a kiss to his cheek, earning her another chuff. “You make me happy too, mate.” Maya wrapped an arm around Logan's shoulder. She thought she might as well appeal to his current mental state.

Logan purred happily. He grew even happier when Maya rubbed her cheek against his. His lips parted. A smile that showed his teeth formed on his face.

Maya wanted to take a picture. But she didn't feel like ruining the moment. It was a rare sight to see Logan smile with teeth. She wasn't sure if it was because he intentionally tried not to show his sharp canines in fear of being seen as scary or what but… it was so beautiful when he smiled like that.

She brushed a hand into his hair. Logan let out a contented purr. She scratched at a specific spot in his hair that she knew made him go weak—she wanted to know if something else would happen now that he was giving in to his animal urges.

Almost immediately, his whole body relaxed and went limp. He closed his eyes and purred louder. His entire body rumbled with the noise. Maya was sure that if Logan had a tail then it would be wagging.

“You’re cute.” She smiled, scratching at the hairs on the nape of his neck.

Logan let out a low gruff noise in protest. He didn’t complain otherwise. How could he? Maya had him weak in the knees.

If he was standing, he would have probably collapsed onto the floor with how she was touching him. He liked it like that. The comfort he could feel from a simple touch Maya gave him was more than what he could put into words. He breathed in her scent, letting his body mold into hers.

“Love you, so much.” He hummed against her skin. It was muffled to the point Maya wasn’t sure what he said for a few seconds.

She rubbed her cheek against the side of his head. “Love you too.”

[shitpostingkats]

I am once again thinking about how much Dual Destinies Apollo Justice looks like his dad.