kentahoe

[kentahoe]

YES the wig stays ON

fics

[kentahoe]

Not the kween following little old me 🤭🤭

i think ur blog is so cool ily😚😚

[kentahoe]

the hardest pill to swallow . . if you don’t assume, it won’t work

this isn’t tough love. this isn’t a scolding. this is just the mechanics of reality. this isn’t about blame. it’s not your fault, but it is your responsibility (i saw this quote somewhere and i really liked it, anyway). reality is malleable, but only if you stop acting like you’re at its mercy. stop waiting for permission. stop refreshing the page, stop tapping the glass. it’s done. act accordingly.

consider your brain an old, glitchy computer, whirring in the corner of your psyche, choking on its own outdated code. your subconscious doesn’t know what’s real versus imagined, it only knows the instructions you give it. and if those instructions are “this isn’t happening, i don’t see it, i don’t believe it,” well, congratulations, the system registers that as the blueprint. and it prints that out. over and over. like a bureaucratic nightmare, a kafka novel of your own making.

this is not to say that doubt is failure, doubt is human, doubt is a thrum in the background of any great creation. but if doubt is the occasional rainstorm, belief is the structural integrity of the house. belief holds. belief carries. belief is the scaffolding between you and the impossible, and without it, you are just standing in an empty field, waiting for architecture to spontaneously occur.

there’s a reason schrodinger’s cat remains the most infuriating hypothetical in quantum mechanics, because the cat is both alive and dead until you open the box. the observer collapses the wave function. and in this case, you are the observer. if you don’t believe it, you keep the box shut. if you do believe it, the universe is already rearranging itself around your conviction.

this is not new-age drivel. this is not a vision board with a quote about perseverance peeling off in the humidity. this is physics. have you ever thought about someone, and then they text you five minutes later? that’s the speed at which reality moves when you don’t get in your own way. you didn’t sit there clutching your skull, willing them into existence, you just assumed, with ease, with god-tier nonchalance. and because you weren’t scrutinising the timeline like a detective with a corkboard and red string and bloodied eyes, the message came through. the only thing standing between you and everything you want is the way you react to its absence. the hand-wringing, the despair, the creeping doubt, it’s a full-time job, and it pays in absolutely nothing.

which brings me to my next point: trying. trying is the problem. trying implies effort, and effort implies resistance, and resistance is another way of saying “i don’t actually believe i have this.” and you know what people do when they have things? they stop worrying about whether they have them. a person in possession of an apple does not pace the room, clutching their chest, whimpering, “but do i really have it?” they just eat the apple.

and before you say, “but look at my reality, it’s contradicting me,” i will say this once, and you must etch it into your mind like scripture: reality is old news. what you are seeing is just a delayed projection of past assumptions. do not react to it. do not engage with it. it is a rerun of a show you no longer care about. the moment you stop feeding into the contradictions, they wither. the moment you accept that what you want is already done, reality will course-correct. until then, it is an echo chamber of your previous doubts. ignore it like it’s a tabloid headline about a scandal that never actually happened.

flip the switch. decide, assume, move forward. no more “manifesting,” no more “waiting.” you don’t wait for what’s already yours. you don’t question a chair’s ability to hold you up before sitting down. you don’t send a letter and then agonise over whether the mail system still exists. you assume. you know. and so it is.

and before the panic sets in, no, this does not mean you must be a perfect disciple of unwavering belief. doubt will creep in, as it always does. you will have moments of existential dread, of scrutinising, of muttering “but what if” into your hands at 2 a.m. this is fine. this is human. just don’t let it become the dominant narrative. there will be moments where you feel like you're nowhere, like your manifestations have abandoned you and you're left with nothing but the weight of your own effort. do not, under any circumstances, entertain this lie. i will personally resurrect the fear of god just to drill this into you: do not. what you do instead is cry a little, wipe your face, and then lock the fuck in, because i swear on everything, sometimes, all it takes is a stretch of nothing to summon an abundance of everything. let the doubt pass through like an intrusive thought you refuse to entertain, like a pigeon that landed in your cafe but is not, in fact, your problem.

maybe this reminds you of when the soviets tried to scientifically disprove intuition, only to realise they had unintentionally proved it instead. maybe this reminds you of every ghost story you’ve ever heard, how the only ones who see them are the ones who expect to.

anyways. it’s all already happening. your only job is to get out of the way.

[kentahoe]

　　　how to banish resistance effectively , resistance is not some grand cosmic force, sadly, it’s a habit. so stop. here’s how.

you are not your thoughts. they are not a mirror, not a diagnosis, not proof of failure. they’re just noise. when your brain spits out, 'this isn’t working,' don’t argue, don’t spiral, don’t even take it seriously. let it sit there. watch it fade. because it will. so stop identifying with intrusive thoughts. 

resistance only survives if you start negotiating with it. the second you start dissecting a doubt, you’re trapped in its logic. don’t play along. when you get a thought like 'what if this isn’t working?,' just let it sit there unanswered, like an awkward question in a conversation you’ve already checked out of. give it nothing to work with.

resistance is only as powerful as the attention you give it. redirect your thoughts. immediately. to anything. every time doubt creeps in, think of something else. return to your assumption, your end goal, your desired reality. do it without hesitation. "but what if. ." no. "but i don’t feel. . .," don’t let resistance become the main thing. replace it, move on.

people act like doubt means something. it doesn’t. it’s just a feeling. a chemical reaction in your brain that passes, like hunger, like tiredness, like any other mood. let it exist without letting it define anything. don’t resist it, don’t analyse it. just let it float by like a passing car outside your window. not your car, not your problem. make peace with discomfort. 

assume your power. resistance is a relic of a mindset that no longer serves you. you don’t have to fight it, you don’t have to fix it. you just have to stop believing in it. act like someone who already has what they want, and let resistance dissolve into irrelevance. it was never real to begin with.

stop treating resistance like an enemy to be defeated. it’s not a force, it’s a habit. and habits break the moment you stop giving them power.

[kentahoe]

literally little versions of him from the hotel mukbang video dance around my head like sugar plum fairies before i go to sleep

hamzah saying he’s been gaining weight back is sweet lovely music to my ears GIMME DAT ALL OF IT

[kentahoe]

hamzah saying he’s been gaining weight back is sweet lovely music to my ears GIMME DAT ALL OF IT

[kentahoe]

help i’m still at the restaurant

shoutout because this is the first edit i saw after the fight so it has a special place in my brain and heart

[kentahoe]

　　engrave this process into your mind & move on.

　i , assume. this is the whole thing. everything else is decoration. assume what you want is already real. not coming, not pending, not "in progress." real. here. done. the moment you assume it, it exists. there is no gap between thought and reality.

　ii , persist. this is where most people trip. they assume, then check the mirror every five minutes, looking for signs, looking for proof. but a mirror reflects what you believe to be true, not what you’re begging to see. you persist in the assumption. not because you’re forcing anything, but because you understand this is how reality works. you wouldn’t assume gravity is real, then spend the rest of the day doubting it. same rules apply.

　iii , let it unfold. no micromanaging. no checking the tracking number. no pacing back and forth wondering if you did it right. assumption is not about force. it is not about effort. it is not a request. assume, persist, and let reality adjust. it always does. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　. . . but what then? 　iv , live it. you don’t wait for confirmation to breathe. you don’t wait for a written notice that the sky is still in place. stop waiting. start being. reality does not need you to second-guess it. it already knows what to do. assume, persist, and step into it.

[kentahoe]

do not let me near hamzah imma start humping the shit out his leg like that one friend’s dog😭

[kentahoe]

The “Almost There” Feeling – Or Is It?

A lot of shifters talk about feeling so close—like they’re right on the edge of shifting, but something stops them. Maybe their body feels heavy or weightless, they hear ringing or static, or even see flashes of their DR, but then… nothing. They’re left frustrated, wondering why they didn’t fully shift even though they felt almost there.

But here’s the truth: shifting doesn’t have a feeling. It just happens.

When people say they were “right on the edge,” what they’re usually experiencing is deep relaxation, detachment, or strange sensations that can come with entering an altered state—things like floating, vibrations, tingling, or the sensation of being pulled somewhere. But those experiences aren’t shifting itself. They’re just byproducts of what happens when your body relaxes and your mind detaches from this reality. Some people experience them before shifting, but others shift instantly with no sensations at all.

The problem comes when people start expecting a feeling to confirm they’re shifting. They focus so much on those in-between sensations that they end up waiting for something to happen, keeping their awareness locked on the process instead of letting it take them. It’s like trying to fall asleep while constantly checking if you’re asleep yet—it keeps you awake.

So if shifting doesn’t have a specific feeling, then what’s actually stopping you? The answer is simple: awareness and expectation.

The more you think, “I feel so close, but why am I not shifting?” the more you reinforce the idea that you haven’t shifted yet. Your mind latches onto that, keeping you in a state of almost-but-not-quite. But shifting isn’t something you push toward—it’s something you let happen. It’s a transition, not a struggle.

So instead of focusing on whether you “feel” close, try something different. The next time you find yourself in that in-between state, don’t wait for a sign. Don’t check for sensations. Just let yourself be. Let go completely, as if you’ve already shifted and there’s nothing left to do. No analyzing. No wondering. Just existing in that space and allowing whatever happens next to unfold naturally.

Because shifting isn’t something you reach or try to do. It’s something that happens the moment you stop waiting for it.

[kentahoe]

trust me, hamzah and i in the bts of the slumber party were crazyyyy😋😋

my hamzah fics

[kentahoe]

no shot…

i’m gonna bust

anyway…

my hamzah fics….

[kentahoe]

cw: nsfw, masturbation (hamzah is so needy & pathetic omg)

It happens late at night, sometimes in the early morning, when Hamzah is in his bed, but he can’t sleep.

The bedroom is empty, besides himself, and the fever creeps up his legs, into his abdomen and up to his neck, into his jaw. It has him grinding his teeth involuntarily, his head swirling with hot air.

His mind races with things—not people— but a faceless woman made of flashes of features and body parts, who pleases him endlessly.

Hamzah’s almost ashamed because of how often it happens, almost every night, but he can’t help it. He gets so hot and needy it hurts. It hurts to not have a hand squeezing his leaking dick.

Usually, he’d grind helplessly into his mattress or a pillow until the ache goes away, when he’s too shamefaced to touch himself. Sometimes, he’d even ignore it, get a poor night’s sleep and wake up grumpy and hazy. But tonight, the feeling is strong. It’s deep in his bones and stomach. His face is roseate and hands twitchy.

Silently, he slips a hand below the waistband of his shorts, and is met with a wet, hot, angry head. A sigh leaves his lips, he figures he can allow himself to indulge. He rubs a thumb over his swollen slit, tongue flicking out to wet his lips, he doesn’t even realize this habit.

Hamzah doesn’t even need to spit in his hand before he’s stroking himself. Skipping all other pleasentries, he goes right to long, hard strokes. The pressure of his hand around his cock is almost too much, but it’s just enough to have his hips fuck up into his hand pathetically. He steadies himself against the headboard, sinking lower so it’s easier on his abdomen muscles. Experimentally, Hamzah’s hand stops its glide, and he gives his base a hard squeeze. The sensation makes him quiver out a breath, and his head lulls back, swallowing shallowly. Through the bliss he can barely manage a separate thought to pierce the streamline of ecstasy.

I wish she were real and here right now.

The woman he’s made up, that is. He files though her features like B roll film, never fully creating a complete, specific image of a person.

Big, kind eyes and bold hair.

His hand increases its speed and his jaw slacks, tugging to the side in a way it does when he’s in deep concentration. He can feel the familiar build up of spit in the corners of his mouth, connecting his lips, and it almost turns him on more. Would she want it in her mouth? He wants her to want it. He wants her lips on his, licking up anything and everything that escapes his mouth. Wants her to let him give everything to her, and accept it hungrily. When the thought is too much, he uses the back of his hand to wipe his face sloppily.

Smooth legs and a soft stomach.

She’s like a ghost, a phantom that visits his room when the moon rises, who comes through his open skylight to infect his thoughts until he can’t help himself.

Hamzah can feel his nose start to scrunch up. His hips stutter their piston up into his sopping hand, and he knows he’s straining his muscles, but he cannot seem to care. The sensation is so mind-numbing he doesn’t register the wet slotting sound he is making, fucking so desperately into his fist it sounds like he’s actually having sex.

Eyes squeezed tightly shut, (he needs to get out of that habit, he thinks, before he fucks another girl. He would like to be able to see their face as he cums) shoulders and thighs beginning to cramp from how hard he’s beating his cock raw, on the brink of what his thoughts have been restlessly chasing.

He lets muffled, high pitched moans leave his mouth, they fly from the back of his throat without warning, and Hamzah thinks he’d be embarrassed if another girl heard him whine like this. So fucking desperate over nothing. He’s worked himself up, worked himself out. Hamzah’s mind goes to other things in the heat of the moment. The other things he could do to himself when he gets this horny, things he’s never done. He bites his bottom lip between his teeth, gaining more momentum in his thrust, his groans in sync with his hand.

A buck of his hips and a pulse of his fingers later and Hamzah climaxes violently, a slew of expletives tumble from his mouth (“Fuck, holy fuck. Oh my godd”).

His cum doesn’t shoot out, no, there’s too much. Instead, it spills over the side and down his thick length as he reels, over his hand messily as he gives a few, slow strokes to ease him out of his orgasm. It’s more cum than usual, he’s been so pent up lately, so fucking eager, and he can feel it, the way it pools right below his stomach. His eyes flutter, brimming with wetness. He knows he’s overdone it when his cock begins to hurt, so sensitive he winces and jerks his hand away, shaft twitching from exertion. He lets his arm fall open beside him, palm coated in the syrupy spent

The cool air rushes over Hamzah’s still form, and he lays on his bed for a moment, breathing heavily through his nose. He relishes in the aftershocks of the waves pleasure receding their crash over him. The tips of his extremities tingle like a live wire conducting electricity, and his head feels light with satisfaction, though only for a few short moments.

When he opens his eyes, he’s left cold and aching in his empty bedroom, with nothing to show for other than a sticky stomach and a mess to clean up.

MASTERLIST!

[kentahoe]

i didn’t think i’d actually see people mad about martin and hamzah’s recent live outside of tiktok.😭

why do you think they would gaf abt dressing up as jesus and satan if they’re not christian. they’re basically dressing up as fictional characters. nothing negative was said about the faith, christians just want to pretend their beliefs are constantly under attack. (someone not respecting what you think is “appropriate behavior” based off of a religion they don’t follow isn’t disrespectful, you’re just sensitive and small minded)

didn’t think the obvious needed to be said but why did i see someone complaining on TUMBLR😒😒

[kentahoe]

i’ve had this blog for over three years? and never done an introduction??

i’m kenta or k.

long-time writer, but extremely low effort.

i enjoy the ocean (i am a scorpio after all) forests, tea, jewelry, and movies. i always have my nails painted and my heart on my sleeve.

i like she/her/hers pronouns but i’m not fussy with any :)

i love cluttering my walls with posters and drawings, driving, taking things too seriously, and not seriously enough. i like making cds but never listening to them, making pinterest boards but never looking at them.

i love youtube, jam rock bands, and being chronically online. long-term employed☕️

this is mostly a nsfw blog, but also whatever i feel like :)

MASTERLIST!

[kentahoe]

The Difference Between Wanting to Shift and Expecting to Shift

When you first begin your shifting journey, it’s easy to feel like you’re wanting to shift—hoping, wishing, and longing for it to happen. This is a common starting point for many people, but it’s important to recognize the subtle but powerful difference between wanting and expecting to shift.

Wanting to shift comes from a place of longing. It’s rooted in desire, and while this is a natural feeling, it’s often tied to a sense of uncertainty or lack. When you want to shift, you’re focused on what you don’t have yet. You may think, “I wish I could shift,” or “I hope it happens for me.” This kind of energy often creates resistance because it reflects a feeling that shifting is something outside your control—something that you’re constantly reaching for, but may never fully grasp. The act of wanting can leave you feeling like it’s not fully attainable, and doubts can creep in, making the process feel more difficult.

On the other hand, expecting to shift is a whole different mindset. When you expect to shift, there’s no more longing, no more hopefulness. Instead, you hold a quiet certainty that shifting is a natural process that will happen when the time is right. Expectation removes the pressure because it’s not about if—it’s about when. You know that with practice, consistency, and the right mindset, shifting is an inevitable result.

Expectation shifts your approach completely. You stop waiting for shifting to “work,” and you begin acting as if it’s already part of who you are. The more you expect it, the more it becomes a natural extension of yourself. Your mind starts to align with this belief, and as a result, the doubts that once seemed so loud begin to fade into the background. Instead of being attached to the outcome, you trust the process and simply enjoy the journey, knowing it’s only a matter of time.

This shift from wanting to expecting also has an impact on how you prepare for shifting. With the mindset of expectation, you practice with confidence, knowing that your efforts will pay off. You begin to trust that you are capable and worthy of shifting, and that your reality is malleable. When you approach shifting with expectation, the entire experience transforms from a chase for something unattainable to a natural flow of something you already have the ability to do.

So, the next time you find yourself feeling frustrated or doubtful about your progress, take a step back and ask yourself: Am I waiting for shifting to happen, or do I expect it to happen? Shift your mindset from wanting to expecting, and watch how the process begins to unfold with ease.

[kentahoe]

i have absolutely nothing appropriate to say