#I didn’t want to do law.. like im just here for my parents to be proud and they can’t be proud bc im failing im gonna be 20 and in my first

[6ix9inewiturmom]

Parents Basement - Chris Sturniolo

Summary: chris came to meet your parents but he got turned on in the middle of our pool match in your parents basement

Warnings: Smut, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t try at home!!) degradation, mouth covering (?), dom!chris, Sub!fem!reader, use of Y/N, slight choking (lemme know if i missed anything!

A/N: I HOPE U GUYS ENJOY THIS AND HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY/NIGHT/EVENING!! ILY ALL!!

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Chris and I have been dating for about 6 months now, i recently just told my mom and dad about him and she INSISTED on having him over to meet them, I was nervous as HELL, i’ve brought over one of my past boyfriends home ONCE, my dad hated him, absolutely DESPISED him, i mean he did cheat on me in the end but im just scared my parents won’t like chris, i mean he’s sweet, he’s kind, he actually cares for me, and he’s incredibly sexy.

“ma” chris softly rubs my shoulder as im sitting in the couch thinking of every way things can go wrong. “you ready?” he kisses my cheek softly handing me my keys since i can drive and he refuses to get his license at 20 years old.

“mhm” i hummed trying to put on a ‘convincing chris im okay but in reality im shitting myself because i’m so scared’ smile hoping he won’t catch on.

“nu uh Y/N stop right there i know that smile, what’s wrong love” his gaze softens as he holds my shoulders trying to get me to open up.

i sigh before answering chris “you’re the second boy i’ve ever brought home and im scared they won’t like you, i mean i don’t care if they don’t it’s just i want them to like you so they can see what i see in you, and why i want to get married to you someday and have little mini chris’ running around and i jus-“ he cuts me off.

“woah woah hang on, i know we’ve only been together 6 months and we’ve never actually had the ‘where do we see each other in the future’ talk but i didn’t know you felt that way?” he pulls me into a tight embrace “well i can only hope they love me” he kisses the top of my head “i love you Y/N, but i hope you know you’re kinda stuck with me now” he smiles down at me

“you’ve been stuck with me since the day u took me on that date with ur brothers cause you insisted on picking me up” i smiled back at him getting on my tip toes to give him a peck on the lips “now let’s go we’re gonna be late” i sat dragging his hand out the door and getting in the car.

the entire car ride wasn’t silent, Chris and i were talking about OUR future together and what we wanted for us, how many kids we wanted, if i would be okay with twins or triplets, you know the little stuff. what felt like forever we finally arrived at my parents home. i get out of the car waiting for chris as he steps out of the car and grabs my hand we began walking to the front door.

as we got to the front door, i knocked and my mom immediately answered the door with the biggest smile on her face “OH Y/N MY LOVE YOUVE GOTTEN SO MUCH MORE BEAUTIFUL THEN THE LAST TIME I SAW YOU” she hugs me quickly before pulling away smiling

“mom, this is chris, my boyfriend” i say looking at chris smiling at him

“so you’re the handsome boy my daughter tells me so much about hm?” my mom says smirking at me.

chris’ smile brightens and holds his hand out for her “yes ma’am, you can call me christopher if you would like too mrs.Y/L/N”

“oh chris is fine by me, and it’s just Nora please, the mrs makes me feel far too old” she smiles shaking his hand “come on in you guys, your father is far too excited to meet him”

we both walk in holding hands again. “RICHARD, YOUR DAUGHTER AND FUTURE SON IN LAW ARE HERE TURN YOURE HOCKY OFF AND COME JOIN US” my mother yells from the bottom of the staircase.

chris pulls me to the side to whisper in my ear “you didn’t tell me your dad likes hockey??” he smiles at me with an amused expression on his face

“how do you think i got a love for hockey chris?” i laugh slightly at his comment.

“oh i’ve got this in the bag ma” he shoots me his signature smirk before looking back up at my mom.

“come in the dining room, i’ve got you’re favorite casserole waiting on you love” my mom leads chris and i into the dining room sitting us down at the table across from where my mom and dad normally sit.

my dad comes downstairs and sits next to my mom and chris automatically stands up and puts his hand out “im christopher Mr.Y/L/N, thank you for allowing me into your home” he smiles as my dad shakes his hand and shoots me a proud smile. “call me Richard please” he smiles softly at chris before sitting down.

“so chris did you play any sports in high school?” my mother questions as she serves chris and i’s plate

“um yes ma’am i did, i played hockey and lacrosse with my brothers throughout high school” he says softly.

“oh Y/N, i love him already, please keep this one around dear” my dad smiling at me “what position did you play in hockey?” my dad looks at chris

“oh me and my brother were left and right defensemen” he smiles at my dad

“so you were the people beating people up hm?” he jokes

“yes sir i was” chris chuckles and looks over at me who’s too worried and just stuffing food in my face the whole conversation

“well before richard talks your ears off about hockey, how did you meet Y/N? she never told me the entire story about it” my mother smiles at chris.

i have my reason for not telling her, chris and i met at Tara’s party a little over a year ago, i got too drunk, chris was half hammered and we hooked up in a public bathroom nearby, so chris and i discussed that we wouldn’t tell his or my family that story just because well for obvious reasons we were underage drinking, and we hooked up, so we decided we’d them a different PG-13 version of the story.

“we had a mutual friend who was having a friends birthday, you know nothing too big, and i thought she was pretty and i asked for her number and we became friends and now here we are” he smiled at me before looking back up at me who had already nervously finished my food.

“oh Chris that’s so sweet” my mother says with a smile at both of us.

the rest of dinner went great, no problems, my dad and chris bonded over their love for hockey, my mom and i were talking about how well my dad loves chris and other little stuff catching up with each other.

“Y/N your father just put in a pool table in the basement if you and chris wanted to try it out, him and i have been working a lot and haven’t gotten the chance to so if you two would like go right ahead baby” my mom smiles at me.

i look over at chris “you want to see my amazing pools skills?” i smirk

“oh you’re on Y/N” chris says as i stand up leading him and i to the basement.

walking down to the basement which had been completely remodeled since i had moved out of the house chris had this glare in his eyes, he had something planned i just couldn’t put my finger on it.

chris and i grabbed a pool stick and we started to play a round of pool. halfway through me whooping his ass in pool he came up behind me and placed his hands over mine trying to “fix my stance”

“remember to keep you’re hands here ma” he says at a low tone in my ear causing shivers to go down my spine and his body getting closer to mine pressing his hard-on against my ass.

“chris” i whisper “we can’t do this here” i roll my eyes and turn around to look at him and his eyes were now filled with lust as he bites his lower lip.

“yeah? why not? you can be a good girl and be quiet for me yeah?” he places his hand on my cheek rubbing my cheek up and down caressing it.

i groan softly “fuck it, but if you get us caught-“ he cuts me off by kissing my lips softly “then i guess you’re gonna have to hush that filthy mouth of yours” he says smirking.

he presses his lips into mine once again this time with more force and hunger than last time using his tongue and fighting for dominance playing with the top of my jeans.

he picked me up and turns me around so i’m bent over the pool table ripping my jeans down to my ankles tapping my legs giving me the hint to step out of them and bending down so he’s at eye level with my soaping wet pussy.

using his finger to spread his juices around on my pussy causing a groan to escape his lips and a soft moan out of mine. “you’re so fucking wet” he stands up pulling his pants down stepping out of them and reaching his hand to my mouth “spit” i obeyed “good fucking girl” he uses his spit to spread on his cock.

he took his cock in his hand and lines himself up with my entrance and pushing just the tip in in letting a whimper out of my lips. he takes his hand to cover my mouth. “as much as i love the nasty shit you say with my cock buried in your pussy you gotta be quiet baby” he groans in my ear before bottoming out biting his lower lip stopping his groan from escaping from his lips throwing his head back and starts slowly thrusting in me.

“fuck ma, you’re so fucking tight” he whispers picking up his pace with a small whimper leaving my lips and my eyes rolling back to my head trying to use his arm that’s now around my throat to hold on to in order to keep my balance.

“chris” i whimper in almost a cry

“am i making you feel good baby? you like this?” he growls in my ear

“y-yes” i softly cry out trying not to moan so loudly as he is repeatedly kissing my cervix with his tip at almost an ungodly speed.

my walls tighten around him signaling i was getting closer “someone’s close hm? you gonna cum all over my cock yeah?” he grunts holding his arm around my neck for his balance still trusting behind me.

“mh-mhm yes” i nod vigorously biting my lip canceling out my moans.

“do it, cum all over my cock baby” he growls in my ear kissing my neck sending me over the edge as my legs began to shake and i release all over his cock.

his thrust get sloppy as he buried his head in my neck biting my shoulder as he releases in me softly pulling out kissing my cheek.

“you did so good baby” he says softly helping me get my pants back on “we can shower when we get back to my house” he smiles at me.

“then let’s go say our goodbyes because i have to drive, and my legs hurt baby” i say smiling back at him placing a kiss on his lips heading back upstairs to my parents which is just my mom considering my dads back upstairs watching hockey probably asleep.

“i’m sorry guys but we gotta get going, thank you for inviting us over” i say kissing my moms cheek pulling her into a hug.

“thank you for inviting me over Nora” he smiled over at my mom holding his hand out.

“no no i give hugs chris” my mother says pulling chris into a hug “i expect to see you around more” she smiles pulling away “and ill make sure to tell richard you guys left, he really likes him Y/N” she smiles at me.

“i’m glad, bye mom!” i say exiting my parents house and stepping into my car with chris in the passenger seat.

“well that went better then i expected” i say starting the car and pulling out of the driveway.

“you had nothing to be worried about ma, i have a way with parents” he winks at me smiling at me causing me to giggle.

“thank you chris” i say smiling at him before turning my focus back on the road

“anytime princess, thank you for letting me meet your parents, now you gotta meet mine, cause my mom already loves you and she’s never even met you” he chuckles.

“how much do you talk about me to your mom chris” i laugh back at him.

“focus on the road Y/N” chris says in his attempt to change the subject.

“i’d love to meet your mom chris” i say looking softly at chris as we make our way back to his shared home with his brothers.

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A/N pt 2 IDK HOW TO FEEL AB THIS I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS!! 🩷

XOXO

gabs 💋

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[chiquititaosita]

vale valeee 🫣

so, i was thinking, you know how when we get mad, we speak our native tongue? so like, i wanted to request monster trio + law getting yelled at by reader in spanish

(you know how moms be like “ve hacer tal cosa” and we either forget and do it wrong or forget to do it at all?? bueno, reader tells them to help them out with something y como no lo hicieron, reader starts complaining and yelling about “yo hago todo aqui” 🤭)

les da miedito pero la verdd les gusta el matrato 😫

(mentira 👀) idk if that makes sense pero if it doesn’t i can elaborate more ☺️

a/n: OMFG YESSS!!! and I wrote like a slight Drabble for it! On sanjis nickname post oml

˗ˏˋ꒰🍓꒱ yelling at monster trio + law in spanish

˗ˏˋ꒰🍓꒱ Luffy

- if he’s not being serious, or something which is all the damn time

- Consider it’s your job to be like a certain mother figure besides his amor

- first it was the gentle parenting technique,

- “Luffy, can you please move your feet im trying to scrub the deck ?” Y/n is looking over at him, trying to be patient

-“sorry y/n can’t talk rn! Maybe later!!” Luffy will then mess up your whole cleaning

-you didn’t mind it.

-But the then there’s him trying to help you, when you don’t need help.

- “Luffy did you and ussop take out the trash like sanji asked y’all too?” You ask him as you’re trying to make some

-he’s nowhere to be found when you ask him this. but then after

-“ah ah ah! ¡Lávate las manos, Cabron!!” You’ll slap Luffys hands and speak in a semi- stern tone but in a calm manner when he tries to eat the carnitas you have.

-“come on just a little bite babeeee!!!/——“

-“NO!” You’ll explode and the whole ship hears you. You’re so angry and tired of trying from being stressed out.

-“I have to do everything around here god damn it! Please just help me with shit if you want to be a good boyfriend por favor!!” Y/n is just thankful to have some shit being done.

-“NOW HELP ME OR YOURE NOT GETTING MY PORTIONS OF FOOD!!” Then he IMMEDIATELY STARTS TO UNINTENTIONALLY CLEAN THE DECK AND HELP SORT OUT HIS LAUNDRY… let’s be honest luffy never does his laundry

˗ˏˋ꒰🍓꒱ zoro

-will instantly yell back at you

- “y/n why are you mad at me!?”

- “YOU BROKE THE LAUNDRY BASKET!”

-“IT WAS IN THE WAY WHEN I WAS TRAINING!!”

- you slap him and groan mumbling you have to do shit. You’re not even going to complain with him right now

- that is until a couple of hours later some random ass bitch at the bar y’all were at, was literally trying to pick a fight with zoro. And talk shit. And you were sober the whole time.

-“HIJOLE a chingada wey!! Nobody talks shit about my man but me!!” You slap the guy with a chancla aiming like a super Latina mom. And literally defend your moss head novio whose found a nice sleeping place, sitting down.

-“NOW YOU YOU NEED TO LEARN HOW TO WIPE AMD CLEAN THE TOILET BEFORE YOU FLUSH MR!”

-“Y/n you’re embarrassing me!-“

-“I DONT GIVE A RATS ASS IF IM EMBARRASSING YOU! I ONLY ASK YOU TO DO ONE THING ONE THING!! AND YOU BARELY DO”

-he’s picking you up and you’re kicking his chest to put him down.

˗ˏˋ꒰🍓꒱ sanji

- “Y PUTA ALA MADRE WEY!!” You’ll be storming out angry. if sanji sees you angry it’s best for him to not try and ask…

- he’s learned the hard way.

-“VINSMOKE SANJI!!” You know when a Hispanic woman yells your government legal name, you’re fucked

-“Yes Mon amour??” He’d asked you in a kind manner

-“why isn’t the FLOOR MOPPED!?”

-MALE WIFE.EXE ACTIVATED

- the last time he talked back to you he cried, and begged for forgiveness like down on his knees and holding your legs.

-“Aye cabron get off!!! i forgive you i’m just telling you next time to use fabuloso.”

- he finds it adorable when you’re mad and punched your cheeks

-you’ll bite his finger and he’s gonna be like. “OW!!”

-“beloved what’s wrong?”

-silent treatment and he has to start guessing and do everything around the house. but really it’s because she’ll only yell at him without her goodbye kiss. or her love letters on the napkin with her liquado (smoothie en español de tex-mex)

˗ˏˋ꒰🍓꒱ Law

-oh hell no

-he forgets what he signed up for.

- “CALLATE WEY!!!” The minute you throw a chancla at his head he’s not even pissed he’s just laughing because you got him good

- “shut up for one minute will you y/n-ya.” He regrets it. You start causing a scene and then embarrass him, if his crew steps in. They’re not gonna like it they just say out of it.

-last time penguin almost lost a finger. While doing the chores. Doing the laundry’s and cooking.

-“ NO YOU LISTEN TO ME GOD DAMN IT!!!! MOTHER FUCKER WHO HATES IT WHEN HIS FOOD IS TOUCHING BY A SMIDGE!”- you grab him by the ear. “Ugh I have to do everything for him.”

-“oh really?” Law would reply out of frustration, and throwing you over his shoulders just to fuck some sense into you. Because you got mad you needed dick in his office. Now you’re still complaining, because his room office is a mess.

#monster trio x reader #law x y/n #law x latina! reader #monster trio x Hispanic! reader #˗ˏˋ꒰🐄 ꒱ one piece x reader #˗ˏˋ꒰🐄꒱ one piece imagines #˗ˏˋ꒰ 👹 ꒱ monster trio #˗ˏˋ꒰🕊️ ꒱ sanji #˗ˏˋ꒰🗡️ ꒱ zoro #˗ˏˋ꒰☠️ ꒱ luffy #˗ˏˋ꒰🩺 ꒱ law #monster trio x hispanic reader #༊*·˚ ositas master list #one piece x latina! reader #ੈ♡˳ one piece x latina reader

[watchmegetobsessed]

THE SUN WILL RISE (part 5)

A/N: aaand part 5 is here! im planning to finish the story in part 6 so get ready!

PAIRING: College!Long-hair!Harry X Reader

WARNING: sexual content

WORD COUNT: 5k

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It’s hard to tell where you end and where Harry starts as he presses you up against the wall of the house, his lips devouring you just as much as you’re ravaging him at the same time, messy limbs, needy touches and shameless moans as you kiss like there’s no tomorrow. 

His confession came as a shocker and you can’t really tell who kissed who, maybe you moved first, or it might have been Harry. It doesn’t actually matter at the moment, all that matters is that you want him and he wants you too.

However Harry snaps out of the heated bubble you created and he pulls back as if you were on fire.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I just dropped all of you and then kissed you, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have–”

You interrupt his rambling by grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him in for another passionate kiss, which catches him by surprise, but he returns it, though you can feel him fighting with himself. Then he pulls back again.

“If we keep doing this I won’t…  Don’t you think we should talk first?”

“You want to talk now?” you chuckle in disbelief. He had so many chances to talk, but he chose to suggest it now. UNbelievable.

“I mean,” he leans closer and kisses your lips softly. “I would love to do it for as long as possible, but… it’s not how I planned to tell you.”

“Were you even planning to tell me though?” you arch an eyebrow at him, to which he clenches his jaw, obviously not too proud of how he acted.

“Can I at least explain myself?”

The heat of the moment is already gone and he is right, you have a lot to talk about.

“Let’s go home,” you nod, which Harry mirrors and to your surprise, he takes your hand, laces your fingers together as he orders a car on his phone.

The ride home is awkward at first, the weight of what happened is hanging above you in the dark car and the alcohol is slowly running out of your system, bringing your usual anxious self back that got locked away just for tonight.

When Harry reaches over and takes your hand again, your racing thoughts quiet down for a bit and you only focus on the warm touch of his hand.

“So, what did you want to tell me?” you ask when you finally made it into your home.

“First of all, I’m sorry,” he starts. “I really was a dick and you have every right to hate me for that.”

“I don’t hate you, I’m just mostly confused,” you admit, folding your arms over your chest. 

Harry sighs, as if he is not even sure where to start or how to say what’s on his mind. WIth one hand on his waist, the other one picking on his bottom lip, he mumbles something under his breath before taking your hand and pulling you over to the couch where you both sit.

“I liked you from the first moment we met, Y/N,” he then speaks up. “But… Tanner told me about your family, where you come from and I couldn’t imagine a scenario where I can fit into the picture. You come from wealth, your parents are both these super successful lawyers and you’re about to become one too. I’m just some random guy from England, I was never rich and I study graphics design. We are like polar opposites, I’m not the kind of guy who ends up with girls like you,” he confesses and you listen intently, chewing on your bottom lip. 

“I tried to convince myself that you’re like those spoiled, snob girls who study law that I met to make it easier for me to keep myself away from you.”

“But… I’m not like them, right?” you ask, your stomach dropping at the thought of him having such an opinion about you.

“No,” he shakes his head. “You are… kind and sweet and so caring towards others… nothing like I expected. But I still tried to keep my distance and it was easier if we didn’t have any contact, but that could only work if you didn’t want to be around me either. That’s why I was such an ass.”

“And what changed? Before Alice’s visit we were… friends.”

“It was impossible to pretend to hate you while I was living with you, I saw you every day and then I saw you crying that day… God, I hated seeing you like that and I imagined what if I made you cry too in the past. I hated myself for that. So I gave up, I couldn’t keep myself away from you anymore.”

“So then why have you been ignoring me again?” He exhales, running a hand over his hair before answering.

“That kiss, Y/N… it was a taste of you, of what it would be like if I had you, but… your sister kept talking about your family, the wedding and I realized again how far away I am from that. I went back to my old tactic, but jealousy got the worst out of me,” he admits with a bitter chuckle. 

A small smile tugs on the corners of your lips before you look down at your hands in your lap. It’s clearly your turn to speak up.

“I don’t belong to my family either,” you admit, referring back to what he said about where you come from. “I was an unplanned child and my parents, especially my father, always make sure I feel it. I’ve been trying to please them all my life, but… honestly, I’m starting to give up. I only study law because they expected me to, but I hate it. I hate it with everything in me.”

It’s the first time you say these words out loud and it feels liberating, but maybe because of the person on the receiving end. Harry listens to you intently and you know he won’t try to invalidate your feelings or the situation you grew up in. It’s something you haven’t experienced too often.

“I know I shouldn’t let them control my life this much but… I can’t help but want to please them, even when it’s impossible and it’s hard to go against them and see the disappointment in their eyes. Though I see it often already,” you shrug, your vision starting to get blurry from tears. “I will never be good enough for them.”

“And… what about the wedding?” he asks softly. 

“In the heat of the moment I told them I might have a plus one. This, of course, stirred their interest and I couldn’t just change what I said, I was expected to have a partner. So… I had to find one,” you add with a weak smile as you look at him. “I’m sorry for bringing you into this, I just… It’s a mess,” you mumble under your breath. 

Looking up into his eyes you find comfort and acceptance, something warm and soft is pulling you towards him, but there is still something you haven’t discussed.

“Are you gonna freak out on me again, now that we kissed?” you ask, half jokingly. Harry huffs as he smiles, shaking his head.

“No.”

“So then… what happens now?” 

Harry stares back at you before reaching out and brushing a strand of hair out of your face, cupping your cheek in the palm of his hand. His thumb runs across your lips and his gaze follows the movement, your lips parting from the soft sensation.

“I can’t seem to keep myself away from you.”

“Then don’t,” you whisper, his eyes snapping up to meet yours. “If you want me, I’m yours and–”

You don’t get to finish before his lips crash down onto yours with just as much heat and eagerness as he kissed you at the party earlier. 

He is claiming your lips, burning his name into them with his own mouth, tongue and teeth, one hand cupping your jaw to keep your head in place, the other one finding your waist as he pulls you against him until you’re basically lying on top of him. You move a leg over him so you can straddle his waist and he lets out a grunt when he gains more access to your body, his needy hands exploring what he could only dream and fantasize about until now. He maps the curve of your waist, your hips, your lower back and how it delicately leads his hands to your bottom and he can’t stop himself from squeezing you everywhere he reaches.

“Do I deserve you to be mine?” he asks, his lips brushing against your with every spoken word.

“Yes,” you answer confidently. “Are you mine too?” you ask.

“I’ve been yours since the moment we met.”

His words grip your heart and squeeze it, they hold way more significance than anything anyone has ever told you and you know this is the moment you fall for him irrevocably.

His kisses grow hungrier, he is needy and demanding and you’re willing to give him everything he wants. His hands move under your shirt and you moan into his mouth, feeling his palms on your naked backs. You can’t hold yourself from rolling your hips against his, feeling the growing bulge between your legs, the thought of being the reason why Harry is turned on brings you a whole new level of excitement. 

You wouldn’t call yourself experienced in sex, you only slept with two people, but it’s been a while since the last time you were intimate with someone. You’ve been hesitant when it came to physical intimacy, but right in this moment, with Harry, you feel nothing else but desire and lust to give him everything you have of yourself.

You grab a fistful of his shirt and start tugging it off and you pull back just for a second so you can rid him of it before your mouths connect again. Soon enough your shirt is gone too and you’re fumbling with his pants’ sipper when he stops you.

“Wait, wait. Not–” he starts and your anxiety kicks in before he could even finish his thought.

“I-I’m sorry, I just thought you want this too, and I–”

“Y/N, stop,” he cuts you off, taking your face in his hands. “I want it too. I was just about to say that we should move this into the bedroom,” he grins, one hand moving down to your neck to caress the heated skin.

“Oh,” you breathe out. “Okay.” You move to climb off of his lap, but he stops you and instead just holds onto your thighs and stands up, with you in his arms and starts walking towards the bedrooms.

“Yours or mine?” he cheekily asks.

“Doesn’t matter,” you grunt, kissing him impatiently.

He ends up walking into your bedroom, laying you to the bed and climbing over you.

“Finally get to have you in this bed like I wanted,” he smirks and presses a kiss to your collarbone.

“What?” you breathe out, your thoughts intoxicated by the feeling of his lips on you.

“When we slept here and cuddled in the morning. Loved that, but I wanted more.”

“Wait, you… you were awake?” you ask, eyes widening.

“I had been awake for hours, just enjoyed holding you in my arms,” he admits, his face hovering above yours. 

Way too many things are racing in your mind and you can’t get a word out, you just take his face in your hands and pull him down to kiss him. It’s slower, but holds way more significance. 

As the kisses grow more heated again, your clothes start to disappear. Soon, you’re lying only in your bra and panties and Harry is on top of you in his underwear too, his hard cock straining against the fabric, begging to be touched by you. 

That’s when your old mechanisms kick in.

Your mind gets flooded by dark, anxious thoughts. What if you can’t please him? What if he'll be disappointed by you? What if he’ll change his mind about you because you’re that bad in bed?

“Y/N? What’s happening?” his voice pulls you out of your spiraling thoughts and you realize how stiff you’ve gotten, your hands curled into fists. Harry rolls to his side next to you and brushes your hair out of your face, examining you with concern filling his eyes.

“S-Sorry,” you stutter and lean closer to kiss him and just move past it, but Harry is not taking this bullshit.

“Baby, talk to me. Did I do something you don’t like? Why are you so tensed? We don’t have to do anything now. We can just sleep if that’s what you want.”

“You didn’t do anything, I just… I’m not too experienced and… I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“You think I’m that more experienced?” he smiles softly, tapping his index finger on your nose. “I have only been with two people so far.”

“Two?” you ask in shock. “Me too.”

“See? Nothing to worry about. And it’s impossible for you to disappoint me, Y/N. Just you is enough. You've always been enough.”

And just like that, you’re speechless once again. It’s hard to believe you’ve been living with this man for months, that these feelings have been so close, but you’re experiencing them only now. 

You move closer and kiss him with appreciation and dedication to continue where you left it off before your freak-out. 

“We’re only doing what you feel comfortable with,” he murmurs between kisses as his fingers hook into the elastic of your underwear, but he doesn’t move it just yet. “You’re okay? Do you want more?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Okay,” he hums, kissing your lips softly before pulling the panties down and baring you finally. “I’m gonna touch you, Y/N.”

You nod at his words and see it from the corner of your eyes how your panties fly to the side, it brings a small smile to your lips, but then you feel his wandering hand on the inside of your thigh, inching closer to your heated center. He kisses you right when his fingers reach your pussy, his fingers delicately exploring your body, moving gently between your wet folds and the motions make you moan.

“That’s right, I wanna hear you, baby,” he smirks, pleased with what he is hearing. His touches are controlled and soft, but you’re so riled up and sensitive that it still feels like electricity is hitting you. He circles around your hole, your clit, makes sure you’re relaxed under his touch and comfortable with his actions.

He turns his attention to your clit while he keeps nibbling on your lips and kissing your jawline, whispering sweet nothings against your heated, buzzing skin and just with that, he gets you close to coming, but he stops, leaving you on the edge. 

“Do you have a condom?” he asks while pulling his underwear off and you forget to answer for a moment when you see his cock for the first time. He is big, thick and long and for a moment you panic that you won’t be able to take him. 

“Um, yeah,” you croak out and reach over to the bedside table. 

“You want to put it on?” he offers you, when you hand him the condom. 

“I’m… yeah,” you nod at last. He rips the foil and then lets you take the condom out of the package. 

He is lying on his back, his upper body prompted up on his elbow and he patiently lets you feel him up first, take him in your hands and then put the condom on. The weight of his cock feels unlike anything and the sight of him so hard, all because of you is filling your chest with pride. 

“You want to be on top?” he asks, as he reaches up and cups your cheek in his palm while you’re eyeing his crotch.

“C-can I?” 

“Of course,” he smiles. “Take the lead, baby,” he smirks and kisses you shortly before lying down and letting you take control over him.

It’s a whole new kind of excitement and the pressure still lingers in the back of your head, but your desires take over you this time. Flinging your leg over him you sit on his thighs and take him in your hands, giving him a few strokes, earning some soft moans from him and it gives you the confidence you were seeking and what gives you the boost to move further.

You position yourself over him, lining his cock up with yourself, the head nudging your hole, but you don’t move just yet. Harry’s hands come to your hips, kneading you as if he is trying to ease your nerves. Your eyes lock with his and he gives you a small smile and a nod, telling you that he is ready whenever you are.

You slowly start to descend, his cock entering you inch by inch, filling you up to the fullest. You need to stop halfway, giving yourself time to adjust to his size and he just keeps rubbing and squeezing your hips, waist and thighs, reassuring you how good you’re doing. When you finally ease down on him fully, you let out a deep breath you’ve been holding back, allowing yourself to relax. With your hands on his abdomen you slowly start moving, exploring what feels the best for you and just when you’d start to worry if Harry is enjoying it just as much, he gets vocal about how heavenly you make him feel, he keeps praising you, his hands wandering over your chest, pulling on the cups of your bra that’s still on you, watching as your breasts spill out.

“God, Y/N, you’re perfect!” he grunts and you roll your hips one specific way.

“Harry,” you whimper, feeling your orgasm building up in the pit of your stomach again, he sits up and wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your neck, kissing the column of your throat up and down as you start to move faster and needier.

“I’m right here, baby. Wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

“I’m close,” you gasp, when he pulls you down with him so you’re lying on top of him and he starts fucking into you.

“Don’t hold back, Y/N. Let me feel you cum!” he growls, so eager to please you, his hips moving relentlessly as his cock drives in and out of you.

His next few thrusts are slower, but a lot harder, almost knocking the air out of you and that’s exactly what you need to reach your high. You cum hard, gasping for air and your moans get muffled in his neck. He keeps moving and a few thrusts later his hips stutter and he comes just as intently as you did, his arms tightening around you as he empties himself into the condom. When he stops, he still keeps himself inside you as you lie on top of him. Minutes go by, your breathing slows down and the cloud of desire clears from your mind.

You move carefully, his softened cock slipping out of you as you roll to the mattress beside him. He turns to face you and brushing your hair out of your face he places a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Are you alright?” he softly asks.

“Never been better,” you smile at him lazily, which makes him chuckle.

He gets out of bed and disappears for a few minutes, most likely in the bathroom, then he returns with a damp towel and gently cleans you up before handing you a shirt he grabs from your dresser and you notice he is wearing a pair of underwear as well. He makes himself comfortable on the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms and you gladly melt into his embrace, basking in the peace of the moment. 

“I guess you don’t need a fake date anymore,” he cheekily murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, you just hum in response. 

“When are you going home for the holidays?” you ask quietly.

“Um… Next Friday.”

“What?” you lift your head to look at him. “But that’s… so soon!”

“I get finished with my last exam on Thursday. My mum wants me home as soon as possible.”

“Oh… I get it,” you say, barely masking the disappointment that he needs to leave so soon and the next time you’d see him would be… at the wedding.

“Don’t act like we wouldn’t see each other for years,” he chuckles. “The wedding is on the fifth of January, that’s just a few weeks away.”

“I know, I just… It will be weird not to have you around.”

“You’ll be just happier to see me in Vermont,” he smirks at you, making you laugh.

“I will be happy either way,” you say, before pushing yourself closer to press your lips against his.

You have less than a week left before Harry is set to fly home. Suddenly, you regret not asking him to come home with you, that would have won you a few more days with him, but you want to protect him from your family for as long as possible. 

After that night things take a 180 and you go from acting like strangers to lovers living together. You take turns, sleeping in your and Harry’s bedroom, but always in the same bed. You go grocery shopping together, you cook dinner together and Harry waits for you at the library so you can go home together. 

Your friends notice the change, of course, but when they ask about it, Harry just shrugs.

“It was bound to happen,” he simply says and kisses your cheek.

Friday arrives faster than you wanted. Before you could even blink, Harry’s suitcase is all packed up and you’re heading to the airport to catch his flight home.

“I’ll call you every day,” Harry murmurs, brushing his nose against yours, standing by the security check.

“Okay. But I don’t want you to take time away from your family because of me, I wouldn’t want to be a burden.”

Harry sighs, rolling his eyes.

“You’re not a burden. I’ll call you,” he repeats and you just nod, before his lips melt against yours in a searing goodbye kiss.

You watch him queue at the security check, he keeps looking back at you too, smiling at you warmly every time until the crowd swallows him and he’s gone. 

It’s a shock why you haven’t started smoking yet after all these years with your family. 

This year’s Christmas is just like the past ones, but they were all terrible, so this is too. The over the top family dinner that’s just so your parents can flaunt their career and Alice’s career and… that’s it. They have no use in having you around and you feel like you’re just a background character.

It’s been two days of your father’s disappointed look at basically everything you say and you’re not sure how long you can take it. Your time with Harry has started something in you, he showed you what life could be when you’re not frowned upon all the time.

You’ve allowed yourself to take a break from the jaw clenching conversation you’ve been forced to be part of and you’re now standing on the balcony of your old room. With your phone in hand, you’re ringing Harry, he texted you just minutes ago so he is still up even despite the massive time difference. He answers the call after two rings.

“Hi baby,” his husky voice flows from the speaker as you lean against the railing and stare out to the backyard. 

“Hi,” you breathe out. “Why aren’t you asleep? Isn’t it like three am over there?”

“I’m still a bit jet lagged,” he chuckles. “Which is unfortunate, because I have to be up to help my mum in about… three hours,” he groans. “How are you though? How is… the family?” he asks carefully.

“Not too good,” you hiss. “But it’s the usual.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“I know, but… I wish I could make it better somehow.”

“I feel better when we talk,” you say bashfully.

“So we should stay in call all day?” he chuckles. “Not that I would mind it, but it sounds a bit extreme.”

“You’re sweet,” you chuckle. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m looking forward to the wedding.”

Harry’s laugh chimes in your ear and just the sound of it warms your chest and makes you forget about the torment you’ve been going through with your family.

You get so lost in your conversation with Harry that you don’t notice Alice coming out to the balcony, only when she taps on your shoulder and makes you jump.

“Jesus, Alice! Don’t sneak up on me!” you say, placing a hand over your hammering heart.

“Sorry, but dad told me to get you.”

“I’ll be there in a minute,” you sneer through your teeth.

“Are you talking to Harry?”

“Yes.”

“Hi Harry!” she sings, leaning closer to the phone, so you put him on speaker.

“Hi Alice, how are you?”

“I’m doing great, it’s a shame you’re not here,” she says while looking at her nails and your eyes widen. “But I understand why you rejected the invitation.”

“The invitation?” Harry asks and you’re just about to faint. A few heartbeats later he continues. “Yeah, sorry. But I will see you at the wedding.”

“Bring your best suit,” she chuckles before strolling back inside and leaving you alone with Harry on the other end of the call.

“So I was invited to spend Christmas with you?” his voice rings through the phone. 

“Well, it wasn’t an invitation,” you explain, scared that you pissed him off by not telling him that your father wanted him to join. “My dad basically ordered me to bring you.”

“And why didn’t you tell me this?”

“Because…!” you huff. “It wasn’t part of the deal, I didn’t want to mess up your plans for the holidays.”

“But the deal is over now, Y/N.”

“You already had your ticket home, I couldn’t just ask you to take time away from your family just to be with mine.”

“But you could have at least told me, maybe I could push my departure a bit so I could spend at least one day there with you, or figure out a way to be there.”

“Harry, I wanted to save you from this,” you end up confessing. “Christmas is like hell with my family if you are me or have any connections with me. It’s constant frowns and comments about everything I do and I didn’t… I didn’t want you to witness this.”

The line goes silent and you can picture Harry’s disappointed face in your head, you messed up, again, as usual, but knowing that it’s Harry who you let down is a hundred times worse.

But then he speaks up again.

“Y/N, I will tell you this a million times if you want, but your family doesn’t define who you are. If I were there and saw how your parents treat you I would have gotten mad at them, but not at you. I know you, I know what you’re capable of and I know that you’re an amazing person. I won’t see you in a different way because your parents can’t treat you right. If anything, I want to be there for you.”

Your lips wobble and you can’t stop the tears. You’ve never experienced anyone to care about you to this extent, you were always pushed behind, forgotten about or frowned at, but Harry treats you like you hung the stars and moon to the sky, just the way he looks at you makes up for every pain your family caused you before. 

You need to remember that he is not like your parents.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe out shakily.

“Baby, please don’t cry. I’m not mad, just wish you’d realize that there’s nothing you can do or say that would change the way I feel about you.”

Sniffing you wipe your tears off of your cheeks, wishing he would be here with you and not across the world.

“I’m sorry,” you repeat in a whisper.

“It’s okay.”

“I need to go back,” you whine. “Can we talk soon?”

“Sure. Call me when you go to sleep.”

“You need to sleep,” you chuckle, blinking your tears away. 

“I also need to make sure my girlfriend doesn’t jump off a cliff before the new year,” he replies, making you laugh.

“I love that.”

“What? Jumping off a cliff?” he asks alerted.

“No. That you called me your girlfriend,” you say, smiling shyly. You hear him huff on the other end of the call and you just know he is smiling. 

“Alright then, girlfriend. We’ll talk later,” he murmurs softly.

“Bye, Harry.”

When the call ends you stay there on the balcony for a few more minutes, Harry’s voice still echoes in your ears and you can almost feel his touch on your shoulders and arms. You look down at the screen of your phone and examine the lockscreen that’s a photo of Harry from a while ago, when you were just friends. The two of you went out to grab a late lunch and the girls asked where you were, so you just snapped a picture of Harry and sent them. It was an oddly warm and sunny day, he had his hair pushed back by his sunglasses and you remember that you were trying not to stare at him the whole time, but he just looked way too handsome. Back then, you would have never thought you’d be a couple by december. A real one.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sighing, you lock the phone and head back inside. As you take your seat at the table you ignore the disapproving look on your father’s face at how long you were away, and sit through the rest of the dinner holding onto the thought of seeing Harry soon. 

Thank you for reading, please like and reblog if you enjoyed and buy me a coffee if you want to support me!

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[livsworld-ndstyle]

destigmatizing mental illness

i mention some laws that may not be the same in other regions but i’ll provide a link to other disability laws in regional areas.

p.s. before i begin tysm @wonkybrain-disorder for being the only vote:)

and no, im not gonna present super well-known responses., but the opposite.

1. choose your words wisely and carefully.

recently i’ve seen the “acoustic” and “restarted” joke flood across social media and if i’m being superbly honest it’s insane how neurodivergent people came up with it and the neurotypical population took it.

a lot of people in my school causally throw out the r-word, which is insane, because when i do hear it, i know they’re joking but that word isn’t a joke and i always feel like im in such proximity every time i hear it.

2. besides public education and teaching people about the meaning of mental illness, which doesn’t work, because either we don’t want to tell people about it because we’re scared of a reaction in the wrong way or any other rational fears, i’m not going to mention that.

what you should do is try and increase any form of accessibility services. if a person is in a wheelchair and paralyzed and all the building has is stairs, you are not being accommodating. the same thing has to do with if you’re an educator denying a student’s accommodations and treating them like crap in the education setting. well one, if the student has a disability under IDEA or ADA, IDEA being the individuals w disabilities education act and ADA being the americans w disabilities act.

here is the link i mentioned in the subtext under the title.

3. besides the education community, also spread awareness in the workplace!

a lot of people even with disabilities and mental health issues are presently seen in the workplace and it’s great to see the uptick in that statistic, but to continue that, we must keep pushing for equitable access to awareness in the workplace!

4. this may be a bit of a personal one for me and maybe some others- but i wish teachers wouldn’t make it instantly obvious that something is wrong with you - they’ll do anything to treat you differently and it turns a light on in the neurotypical brain that makes them think that everything they’re seeing is concrete evidence.

here’s a great video we watched in my health education class, if you’re willing to see a short video.

we watched this during our mental health unit and i loved that unit, its always a great one seeing attempts to make the world a better place!

5. also neurotypical people LOVE to say “everyone’s just a little bit + some random disorder”

it’s annoying to those who have whatever the disorder is.

like saying i’m autistic isn’t an adjective in the way that it’s a personality trait, because it’s not.

saying everyone’s a little bit autistic kills us all.

6. unsupportive parents.

there are parents out in the world who don’t believe in mental health for what it is and just think its an internet craze. if it was an internet craze, why are more and more people still getting diagnosed to this day?

[ i might add to this post later on if ideas come to mind, but that’s it for now! ]

i guess if you have more tips that i didn’t mention- feel free to comment or reblog this post!

also once again tysm @wonkybrain-disorder for suggesting this through the poll :)

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[iinryer]

Since your Lone Star answers were so great and IF you feel like it….what would you want to see for the original recipe characters?

OH BOY my initial reaction was that i might have less to say about 911 prime bc they actually get real character arcs (🙃)… but that was not the case lol

eddie is also easy i want him to have his arc about being a deeply closeted man figuring it out. comphet to having some more problems and issues to gay realization. eddie and marjan are holding hands in my minds eye. you were written gay you just don’t know it yet

hen i want to have more captain’s seat turmoil! i liked what they set up in 702 but it was resolved so quickly we didn’t really get a chance to explore it. maybe bobby is a little hurt after the cruise so we get a bit more captain hen? it’s an interesting dynamic for her, she wears it well but clearly doesn’t feel Completely at ease with it (“don’t call me cap”) so I’d love to see some breathing room around it to let it play out

ravi i swear to god if they don’t give me a ravi begins im going to do something drastic

chim I’d love to see have some conflict on the job! not with the crew but with a call or something. we see him having relationship insecurities etc bc of calls he goes on, but i feel like we haven’t seen him challenged by an emergency During that emergency in a while… idk what that means specifically but he’s an EXTREMELY competent paramedic and firefighter, i want to see what it would take to make him waver! also more girldad chim :)

karen. more of her. more karen always and forever. I don’t even care in what capacity i just want to see her on my tv

maddie I want to see get to be silly!! i want to see all of that joy and happiness she EARNED by clawing her way through her own mind, and the rest of her life. I’d love to see her get to tell off her parents (a la “love me anyway”), I’d really like to see them unforgiven. i want her and Eddie to hang out also

buck breakdown era WHEN! i know the end of last season got a little ??? which i expect is because they didn’t know if they were getting picked back up again and wanted it to feel like A Conclusion just in case, but i want buck to have a full breakdown. death and spare parts and donor not dad and in case of emergency break glass guardian. i want him to finally lose it for real. he had his shut down era now i want him to boil over :) also more uncle buck and uncle albert!!

athena i want you to have to question your morals and beliefs and I want you to get to be less of a cop gjfhdhf her begins episode makes me so mad I think she should get another one where her oaths are confronted and she gets to let herself choose humanity over law

bobby… oh boy what could we wish for. i think I want them to bring back around the blood thing, where he got a reason to keep living (and maybe parallel it with buck or smth? give him a place to land?). even if it’s not a whole storyline i want to hear where he’s at about that now!! it’s been a long time since we’ve seen him like that, i want to see him revisit what that means after everything he’s built for himself here. I would also love to see buck and bobby acknowledge the father/son dynamic to each other! buck’s said it to TK and bobby said it to may and they’ve mentioned it in a dismissive way during a half reprimand but i want them to acknowledge it for real <3 maybe get a bobby defending buck and/or maddie to the buckley parents

misc: i STILL DESPERATELY want an all-kids episode where may has everyone’s kids at her apartment while the parents are at some kind of first responders and their spouses event and they have to scooby doo a mystery by themselves, please for the love of god i need them to talk about the will again before i explode, i want eddie and karen to hang out and be best friends, more josh and maddie, hen and buck should get drunk again, i would actually also love to see more of lucy!

[housesitting & snowed in send enrichment to my enclosure]

#a day later bc I had a stream last night lol #but it gave me something to chew on this morning so ty!! #mailbox #iinryer post

[stateswscarlet]

but what if I genuinely don't want to do ANYTHING to get my desire, I just want to wake up and BAM it's there. Do you think that's possible? and please don't say "it depends on you and what you believe in your reality." I want to know what YOU think.

Why are you asking me? Do my beliefs and my state manifest in YOUR reality? Didn’t think so. You don’t need my validation at all, im some random chick on the internet who loves studying and teaching the law.

So yes anon it depends on you and what you believe in your reality, lmao.

But I assume you’re wanting MY personal opinion in MY reality correct? So I also assume you’re not going to cry and throw up and spiral to everyone else that “Omg scarlet said this!!” because you asked for MY OPINION.

(and this goes to everyone else reading this - I better not catch anyone spiraling in someone elses ask box about “scarlet said this, is it true?? is it real?? what do i do?” because I know DAMN WELL yall LOVE taking stuff out of context and blurt it to other creators without giving them the full story. So if you’re going to go throw up your spiral in someone else box, let them read my ENTIRE answer before you make me look bad.)

So since anon asked for MY PERSONAL OPINION IN MY REALITY I will share MY OWN PERSONAL BELIEFS THAT HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYONE ELSES REALITY BUT MY OWN.

I don’t believe in MY REALITY that its possible to magically wake up in another life. I don’t believe in “magical” manifestations. I don’t believe in anything that isn’t already natural or COULD NOT BE experienced (even as a teeeeeeeeeeeny chance) by someone living on planet earth and all its laws. I don’t believe in manipulating physics, growing wings, changing your age and physically becoming a 10 year old from a 45 yeat old, changing your race (thats weird as fuck so idk why you’d do that anyways), transforming into a magic fairy, turning into a sorcerer who can teleport and mind read, or waking up tomorrow as taylor swift.

The way I learned and understood and firsthand experienced the law is:

1. The law is natural. It has ALWAYS been at play. It is ALWAYS working FOR EVERYONE. Even unconsciously we are all manifesting based off the law and our state. It works THE SAME WAY for everyone regardless of who you are.

2. Our consciousness, YES it is LIMITLESS has chosen FOR THIS LIFETIME a HUMAN experience that is bound to the 3D. Our consciousness has chosen an earth experience as its home, as its experience for our life that we are aware of. It CHOSE this (limited) 3D world as its experience and WANTS to experience what a human is capable of experiencing. The law exists amongst other laws like physics. Yes we are god, but we are GOD EXPERIENCING ITSELF THROUGH A HUMAN. WE CAN GOD IN HUMAN FORM. Not literally an all knowing powerful entity who can turn off gravity and create an ice castle in a blink of an eye.

So if you’ve lived your whole life never hearing of anyone that has magically woken up in a mansion in LA when they were just asleep in their studio apartment in Antartica, it would be pretty difficult to believe that to be true today. Now if you HAVE heard of that or firsthand experienced it, know someone who has, now thats a different story because again, IF YOU BELIEVE ITS POSSIBLE IN YOUR REALITY THEN THAT IS WHAT YOU WILL EXPERIENCE.

I personally have never heard of anything magical happening nor have I ever seen it with my own eyes so in MY REALITY its not possible in the slightest. I don’t see myself manifesting waking up in a completely different life with a new name, age, set of parents because first of all, I would freak THE FUCK out, that sounds SO scary and disorienting?! Maybe i’ll believe it when I see someone in real life flapping their wings, teleporting, and waking up in a brand new place with a new name/age. And I don’t mean people on here with success stories online, I mean people physically and/or people who don’t know the words “law of assumption” experiencing it (as I said up in number 1, the law is the same for everyone).

When I see “manifesting is illogical” I take it as we cannot conceptualize HOW something would happen. That is what ILLOGICAL means. It doesn’t mean that when you blink, a fat stack of a billon dollars is going to appear in front of you. It means YOU CANNOT PREDICT OR KNOW HOW IT WILL HAPPEN AND NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU TRY, IT WILL STILL HAPPEN IN A WAY YOU DIDNT EVEN THINK OF. Same thing applies for the “there are infinite realities, theres one where im living that!” YES you are correct! There is a reality where you have a huge mansion next to Kylie Jenner, and so there would be NATURAL STEPS TAKEN to make that a reality that would be the BEST way for YOU.

I believe in a natural bridge of incidents (it would have happened anyways or it makes sense how it happened after it did kind of thing) that is perfectly and best suited TO ME. Trying to “wake up” in a new life is messing with the how, because if you knew by the end of next week GUARANTEED you’d be living your dream life, would you give half a fuck about what steps needed to be taken for that? NO because you would just NATURALLY take them WITHOUT EVEN THINKING as part of the bridge! So yes, becoming a millionaire quickly is 100% possible, dating a celebrity is also 100% possible, moving into a huge mansion when you’re currently homeless is also possible, healing an illness is also possible, and so is manifesting an sp you don’t know/do know, and manifesting a career you’re not qualified for/rejected for because all of these things and everything else in between are things which humans can already experience (even as a very slim, nearly impossible chance) with or without knowing the law. I firmly believe the law isn’t magic.

I already know someone is gona be like “what about so and so success story? what about xyz stories? are they fake??”

When I say that I GENUINELY DO NOT GIVE A SINGLE THOUGHT thinking if someone’s success is true or not, I 10000% mean it. Who am I to tell someone else they’re lying or ask for proof? In THEIR reality they experience different beliefs than me and thats 100% okay. I dont care what someone is or isn’t doing in their reality. I don’t care if they’re lying or scripting because how does that affect me? I still believe in the law and love my natural and “limited” perspective and still get things reflected in the 3D in a natural and effortless way. I don’t need nor want proof of it because no one owes anyone any successes or proof that they manifested something and this goes for me too. I will say however that no one should be relying on other peoples successes on the internet and instead use the law yourself to be your own success story. We (myself included) are at the end of the day, random strangers on the internet who you don’t know. Why would you place your life in our hands? Study the law yourself from source and be comfortable with your own beliefs instead of asking me or anyone else “is this possible” instead ask YOURSELF if ifs possible for you.

Not to mention i’ve literally known people from other communities (reddit and subliminals community) who posted “impossible” successes yet were in my DMs saying how “gullible” others are and how none of that happened. It makes me sad knowing people would post anything fake, but I know that others lying has nothing to do with me and everything to do with them. This is why I said that YOU NEED TO BE YOUR SUCCESS instead of relying on others because we aren’t special or unique, we are all regular people too.

Also I will NOT BE ANSWERING ANY ASKS RELATED TO CALLING ME LIMITED, BEING RUDE, TELLING ME OFF, ETC it will be INSTANTLY DELETED. This is MY PAGE WHERE I SHARE MY BELIEFS. DO NOT go around to 10 other creators venting that “omg scarlet said i cant magically wake up a kpop idol!” because if you’re spiraling over ONE random persons beliefs, im sorry you need to do better and go apply the law. If you are going to be throwing up elsewhere, make sure you link the entire post.

Call me limited all you want, im not stopping YOU from getting what YOU believe to be true.

[obxradio]

Scott Street - Rafe Cameron

Based on the song, Scott Street by Phoebe Bridgers

Summary: It’s been so long since you and Rafe have seen each other you are both at a cross roads in life. Can the past rewrite the future?

Author’s Note: This is my first time writing something like this, go easy on me.

You couldn't tell if being back in the Outer Banks felt comforting or just plain sad. Here you were going on thirty, and staying with your parents to ease the pain of the life you left behind you. You drank your beer in a ponder until you heard a voice you hadn't heard since you were eighteen. 

“(y/n), (y/n/y/l/n)?” You became a deer in the headlights almost imediately as you recognized the voice that snapped you out of your thoughts.”Rafe, Rafe Cameron Hi how are you?” you said shakily trying to keep your composure. “I’m doing well, wow I haven't seen you since you left for college, mind if I sit?” Truth was you did mind, not because you didn't want to see the man who you had loved all those years ago, but because you dreaded the near future of him asking what you had been up to all this time. “No I don't mind” you said and you hoped your tone sounded less mortifying.

He sat down right beside you and told the bartender to “get me whatever she’s having.” He looked the same, short hair and crows feet starting to form next to his eyes, he still looked perfect, there was no denying that. “So (y/n) what have you been up to all this time. “well” you started choosing to just come out and say it “I graduated from Chapel Hill a few years ago, moved to Raleigh finished law school, passed the bar, became partner at a firm, you know nothing to write home about”, you giggled. Rafe laughed too. “So you did everything you said you would, you never did lie (y/n/n)”. You smiled at him but it quickly went away. “So how are Wheezie and Sarah?  my mom mentioned Wheezie just graduated High School.” you started, “Oh yeah Wheeze is headed off to your alma mater which my dad would have loved, and Sarah and John B settled down, finally”. “Now that makes me feel old” you laughed. “What does that make me?” Rafe questioned playfully.

“What about Topper and Kelce? Whatever became of your henchman?” you asked. “Funny enough they're both getting married.” Rafe said and you nodded. “So, you just visiting..” Rafe asked. “For now” you started “I left my job now im just trying to put my life back together, im staying with my parents as embarrassing as that is to admit” you said. “Nothing embarrassing about that, sometimes you have to just find you way back, you always were great about that.” he said. “So what about you?” you asked. “I took over the companies my dad left me it's a lot but I have more respect for him now than I ever did before, its not easy, I won't bore you with the details.” rafe said. “So, anyone special in your life?” there it was, the dreaded question. “No,” you started “Well there was, but he ended it. He left me.” You said feeling the tears well-up. You sipped your beer to try and hide it. But you forgot how well Rafe knew you. I mean he was your first love, your first everything.

“What about you?” “Who is the Mrs. Cameron everyone wondered about?” you asked to try and change the subject. “I guess she’s still out there.” He said smiling at you. You didn't know why but this glance he had on you felt different like a longing glance only you didn't know why. All those years ago it was Rafe who ended it. He phrased it as he loved you so much, he had to let you go, and if you ever came back again maybe there would still be hope. You hated the sentiment at the time, it made you want to hurl. But you also understood, you knew if you two had stayed together you would never have accomplished your dream. Only your dream back then also involved Rafe.

“Whoever he is, he’s and idiot.” Rafe said knocking you out of your thoughts. “I am convinced no one is or ever will be as great as you are.” Rafe said. He meant it. “It’s ok rafe, you don't have to comfort me, its been so long, and I’m sure that's not what you came to this bar to do.” You said looking at him. “No, but it was quite the surprise” Rafe told you looking at you. “Well, I should probably get home, I’m 28, and I still think my mom is waiting up for me.” You said. “Well let me at least drive you home.” Rafe suggested. “Ok.” you said. “You got into his truck, the same one as all those years ago. For someone with so much money you were surprised he didn't drive a brand new porshe. “Hey I know what your thinking.” rafe said snapping you out of your thoughts. “I just couldn't part with her, too many memories.” rafe said looking from the truck to you as he said it.

As you drove the radio played quietly in the background. You felt a tear slip down your cheek. Rafe noticed. He grabbed your hand and you let him. It was less of a romantic gesture, and more of a sign of comfort. He knew you, what you needed even if you didn't ask. As he drove he couldn't help but think that all those years he waited for you to come back home had finally been worth it. You didn't realize that when he said “Mrs. Cameron is still out there” he really meant that she was sitting right next to him. 

As he approached your house on Scott Street, he slowed down and parked to let you out. You hugged him goodbye. As you got out, before you could shut the door, he simply said “(y/n/n) don't be a stranger.” You smiled, a real smile for the first time in awhile and went inside.

#rafe obx #rafe cameron #jj maybank #obx fic #rafe x reader #rafe outer banks #rafe fluff #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron x y/n

[mycomori]

the anti zionism = anti semitism laws just passed by the us house of reps is fuckin terrifying and i hate it so much and the worst part it is, aside from palestinian americans, if will overwhelmingly effect american jews protesting the use and equation of their religion to the war crimes of the zionist regime of israel. this law will put palestian americans and their allies protesting the genocide of their people at risk just as equally as the jews around the world protesting the zionist state of israel and their utter disgrace to the jewish faith. zionism is a disgrace; an utter spit in the face of the jewish faith, and yet they have the audacity to cry anti semitism when someone criticizes their over a half century of war crimes. when jewish people around the world from leaders to casual observers agree this is a fucking disgrace and it’s disgusting and anti semetic to equate the zionist state of israel w the jewish faith. that’s the kinda shit neo nazis want. they want to paint the jewish people as nothing it war criminals and use israel as a so called example. when really all israel is yet another demonstration of the united states control in other countries and purposefully keeping them unstable through consistent colonial expansion and us backed support of these so called governments. they’re scared of the internet, just like they’ve always been scared of knowledge. because knowledge is power and they rely on ignorance and desperation and keeping people in such poverty they don’t have the energy to focus on anything else. we’ve proven we can make a difference. that’s what scared so many people in the filling class about the pandemic. everyone was out of work so they actually had time to think as process and feel and act on their beliefs. it’s what they hate it’s what they do their god damn best to surprise and guess what thinking it at all is an affront to them. fuck them. i grew up in the catholic church. i know better than anyone how deeply the depravity runs. our country is brain washed so deeply we can’t even recognize it cause it’s been goin on for so many years. the world hates and laughs at us for fully understandable reason. we hate and laugh along too. except we’re stuck here. cause our parents or grandparents though the us was a place to prosper. a place they could escape their decades of poverty. but it didn’t turn out dod it? if i was my nonni id be a pissed ass ghost. all that work to give your kids a better life and it’s just more bullshit and suffering. fuck it am i right? if i could talk to nonno and nonni as teenagers now i would be lost forever speaking a them. i never even met nonno armando. but i wish i could. i’ve always wished i could. if i click ahve super power it would be to speak with the dead. nothing much else just sit down and converse w them and pass along messages between them and the living. i would hope someone would do that for me once im dead too. but its sad innit. we’re a sad sad sad family. we all suffered and continue to suffer so much. but the living of us push forward despite it all. hit it sucks. it fucking sucks. to mourn both the dead and the living. to mourn at all. it breaks my mind.

[honeyflies05]

ITS TIME FOR MY 6x13 THOUGHTS BUCKLE UP PEOPLE!!

WE SURVIVED

WE DID IT!!!

that looks fun wtf

i wanna join that cycling class

I am char char is me

what is gonna happen with the water bottle

yo he good?

apparently not

if my thighs poison me just let me die

WHY IS BUCK BACK TO WORK??? LET MY BOY REST!!!!

Jesus they’re all goin💀

“did he just do math?? in his head??” CHIM-

SCREAMING

ANGELA BASSET WOOOOOOOOO

DAMN SHE RAN CROSS COUNTRY?? makes sense

denny missed the bus💀💀

denny and chim connection?? didn’t know I needed it

CHRIS ASKING HIM MATH WUESTIONS DJCIDHSHW I CALLED IT

BUCKS HANDS WITH THE POWER OF ELECTRICITY ANFJCUSBA

ESP DIFUDHSHSHAHAHA

buck and chris relationship >>

that IS a classic origin story

“HE COULD GIVE ME THE ANSWERS TO MY MATH HOMEWORK” THATS LJTERALLY ON MY BINGO CARD AKFICHDHS

MADDY BACK TO WORK MADDY BACK TO WORK MADDY BACK TO WORK!!!!!

that looks like a pioneer woman dish🤨

poor maddy💀💀

okay we’re back

I DO THIS WITH MY PARENTS ALL THE TIME AKDICHSA

…that house is green

WHO WAS IN THEIR HOUSE????

“you and law enforcement” NSIDHDHSHA

BUCK HAVING A CROWD AROUND HIM AND GETTING MONEY FOR HIS MATH DJCIDUDBWNWJEUW

HIM COUNTING THE MONEY SKFUDJDISBWA I CANT

she’s gonna have an asthma attack aint she

i too want a haircut without my mom’s permission

he seems like a creep💀

i don’t want him to do my hair

NOW GIRL-

WHY WOULD YOU THROW A BLOWTORCH

ALLERGIC TO WATER???

JESUS THE SCISSORS

the dead nebulizer stare AKDJFJDJS

WHERES DENNY

DENNY

…husband???

OH DENNY’S DAD

I GOT A MED EXPRESS AD DURINF THE BREAK ANDIHFHS

denny’s gonna get his ass BEAT

no Karen’s right

no bc see now I’m torn

athena going full police is so,,,,

they’re gonna station someone outside hUH

BUDDIE BUDDIE BUDDIE BUDDIE

RED AND BLUE COLOR THEORY

I’ve seen this part before

why does Eddie walk in here like he does this every Saturday night??💀

THREE MINUTES AND SEVENTEEN SECONDS!!!!!!!

I’m gonna be honest how tf do you play poker

MEHTA IS TRYING SO HARD SKFUUDS

HES GONNA GET CALLED OUT

“maths not his thing” YEAH! ITS NOT!

EDDIE LOOKS CONCERNED

“imagine that” SHE IS SO,,

PLAYBOY BUCKLEY!!!!!

EDDIE IS ONLY ARM CANDY!!!!!!!!!!

BUCK IS GONNA WIPE THEM OUT OH MY GODDDD

WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK

HE JUST LOOKS TO EDDIE

STEAKS???? S T E A K S ? ?

she noticed.

oh so my guy was FR HURT??

no fr why didn’t his dad come to them?? HES THE ADULT.

okay can we agree the looks eddie was giving buck we’re NOT straight

OMG HENS MOM?????

i want denny’s mushroom shirt #imgay

hen’s mom being the mediator and voice of reason is so,,, ♥️💜♥️💜💗💜💕💜

denny had good intentions but also he’s like 12 so

what’s she got stuck up her asshole.

A VIBRATOR??

BUCK AND EDDIE QUESTIONING HIM??

HER BLADDER???

his math ain’t helping💀💀💀

EDDIE YELLING AT HIM FOR THINKING AB HIS PAST RELATIONSHIPS THAGS HOW IM TAKING KT

hen knows how much that must hurt

NOTHING PREPARED ME FOR THAT CALL

buck was DEF on the phone with that girl he fucked in the firetruck

hen and chim bestieism

MADDIE WHY WOULD YOU INVITE HER IN

oh she SNEAKY

ATHENA!!!!!!

oh she wants a LETTER

WHY SHE TAKIN ALL THEIR MAIL????

THENA!!!!💜💜

okay but WHY does she want the mail

coupons💀💀💀

woooohoooo back to prison!!

buck would DEF use jeeyun for money skdichdhsha

my mom says aisha and hen’s mom’s actress are biologically related

hen’s mom is speaking truths with letting denny see his dad BUT telling his moms he’s doing it too and letting them regulate it like ADULTS

“like I got hit by a car” oh so he GOT JOKES???

YOURE AN ADULT??? YOU SHOULDVE SAID SOMETHING.

them being ADULTS and creating ground rules!!!!!

Karen and hen being amazing mothers once again god they stay winning

CHRIS AND BUCK!!!

chris is his sous chef!!!

COOKIES

America not using the metric system has its downfalls once again

“you know what a porterhouse is???”

“Buck.. I’m from texas” THAT HAD THE SAME ENUNCIATION AS “buck you don’t even have a couch!”

I LOVE ANGELA BASSET

that’s the same room Buck was in😭😭😭

henren fans were FED tonight (me)

ARE WE GONNA SEE BUCK FIGHT HIS WAY THROUGH A CROWD BECAUSE IM READY

i can’t wait until I leave for college and my roommate has to deal with me and my 911 brain

#911 on fox #911 fox #evan buck buckely #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911onfox #honey thinks #this episode was so fanfic coded #I’m still trying to figure out the logistics with that woman and the vibrator… just #ow #like how #I’m #yeah

[remcycl333]

hello, i hope you’re having a good day! this is probably going to be a lengthy ask so please bear with me. here’s a some context: i grew up in a horrible household and the result of that is untreated bpd (borderline personality disorder). i know now that i am not my disorder, but it causes very high highs (manic episodes) and low lows (depressive episodes) frequently. so during the low lows, i hit rock bottom ESPECIALLY with manifestation when i don’t see movement. ive always had a horrible self concept and had been skeptical of manifestation, but wanted to believe that there was something that could get me everything i wanted without me doing anything. i got hooked into 2019 subliminal culture and law of attraction meaning that i had a horrible self concept as a base and then more limiting beliefs piled up onto it. now i had horrible assumptions about myself AND the way i manifest. so i basically begged people to manifest for me which never worked. i got into law of assumption in early 2021, but i basically overconsumed everything i could and adopted so many different ways of manifesting. i wanted to find the RIGHT way, so i could finally get what i wanted and ended up confusing myself and spiralling after trying every method out and having nothing work for me. i tried working on self concept and it didn’t work and i lost all hope. whatever was working for people, i would try out and it wouldn’t work for me. they caused me to not only envy those that the method was working for, but lose belief in myself every time it wouldn’t work. (i was even hooked on the void for MONTHS.) so as of recent, i did the roe (@/cleostoohot) x 3dolc (@/starliet) and it didn’t work. please don’t think this is a disrespectful ask towards the creators because the challenge is amazing, so if something doesn’t work it’s my fault and my assumptions. after i saw everyone with similar stories as mine get their manifestations, i spiralled. something i had been wanting for years took someone else LIKE ME two days to get and i did the exact same thing. so i stepped back and self-analyzed like i did again and again when manifesting. i had to take a break from tumblr and figure out what was wrong with me. basically, i would always give up on the 4th day if i didn’t see any movement. i believed i could manifest and held positive assumptions, so why wasn’t i manifesting by the 3rd day? now i want to start with a clean slate and make manifesting fun and subjective to me. i just worry if i do it right because if you haven’t manifested consciously for years, how do you know what’s the right way? the only thing is to look back at how you’ve manifested unconsciously for years. funny enough, i know that EVERYONE manifests whether they know it or not and that their own way of manifesting is the right way. im trying to figure out my own way so i can get what i want. i do horrible with deadlines because i panic but i need to manifest my dream life before i start college, ive had all summer and failed at it. idk what rules to create for myself when manifesting, how to stop envying others and comparing journeys and how to make manifestation fun and easy for me without worrying about if im doing it the right way and making sure im not repeating any mistakes that could stop my manifestations. i know we can’t dm which is ok, but i was hoping we could continue this convo through asks. you can use me as ☹️ anon.

hi! reading this ask was an interesting experience for me bc i saw so much of my old self in it. when i was 16 i realized i had anxiety and told my dad and he was like "no u dont they're lying to you to try to get your money it's a scam." a few years later i realized i had borderline personality disorder as well, but it also went untreated bc of my parents. in 2019 i found out about the law of attraction and subliminals and drove myself insane trying to manifest. when i discovered the law of assumption in 2020 it took me so long to actually get it to work for me because i had built up all these negative and limiting beliefs about myself and manifestation bc of my experiences with the law of attraction.

the thing you said about looking back at how you unconsciously manifested things in the past is SO TRUE. i kinda talk about it in this ask but i started consistently successfully manifesting when i tried to replicate thoughts and inner monologues i had in the past before i knew about manifestation. manifestation is natural, we do it all our lives, so i personally try to make it feel as organic as possible. inner conversations rlly helped me with that.

as i mentioned i also have BPD, so i sink into depressive episodes sometimes too. but i have learned how to quickly pull myself right out of them within a day or 2, tops. and thats by listening to affirmation tapes. this one by Dylan James changed my life im ngl. i listened to it for the recommended 21 days back in 2021 and have never been the same. ik it sounds kinda silly like how does falling asleep listening to some man help u pull yourself out of a depression but listen it works!!! also it helps u build up the beliefs that you said u struggled with and create rules.

as for what you said about the ROE x 3DOLC challenge and it not working for you, and how you don't do good with deadlines because they stress you out. first of all with the roe x 3dolc, if it doesnt manifest in three days exactly, just keep persisting until it does. as for what you said about needing to manifest your dream life before college, it is 100% doable BUT i want to tell you that i used to set these types of deadlines for myself too. "i need to get my manifestations before summer so i can have the best summer ever!" "i need to get my manifestations before the new year so i can have the best year ever!" etc. and i want to tell u that these deadlines came and went and it effected nothing. i look back on those times and they were perfectly fine. sure i didnt have my manifestations but i still had fun and lived my life and made memories and shit. (this was back in 2020 which i previously mentioned was a rough patch in my manifesting journey btw). manifesting will always be there, your dream life will always be attainable. you don't need to set an arbitrary deadline bc even if that deadline comes and you still dont have your manifestations, you're still gonna want them and they will still be just as attainable. so stop thinking about time bc it doesnt matter. would u rather give it ur all right now, no matter how much time it takes, and get what u want and have it for the rest of your life, or keep worrying and complaining about time now and keep pushing it away by doing just that?

the number one mistake people make with manifesting is worrying if theyre doing it right all the time. just tell yourself you're doing it right and ur subconscious mind will believe you. i promise. you just have to trust the process and yourself, which can be hard ik, but the affirmation tape i linked u helps with that too

i hope this helped you, and i expect to hear from u about ur progress!! u got this!!!! this is YOUR reality, YOUR life. YOU have all the power. the universe wants you to have everything u want and its just waiting for u to claim it. throw ur past out the window. throw ur "failures" out the window. that shit doesnt matter anymore. i talk about that here, how you can leave all that behind and start over and not let it affect you

anywayz sorry this was so long but im rooting for u, i hope i was able to help u <3

#☹️ anon #asks

[korstudying]

Guess who’s back, back again! 🎶

Well, sort of at least. My last post was in goddamn April. 

So first of, apologies. After I came back from Korea, my life fell into a hole. I am a person who loves studying, the person who will answer “studying” when someone asks what their hobbies are. I graduated uni and went to Korea to continue studying. My time in Korea was ab-so-lu-te-ly lovely. I felt at home, at peace, and like I was where I belonged. 

As you can imagine, coming back into a life where you don’t feel home, and no longer am able to do your “hobbies” aka studying, things go badly. I fairly quickly got a job after coming back, which was nice. I love my team, I love the company, but here too, all good things come to an end. I had a temporarily contract, which means that I too have to leave this job. Everyone wants me to stay, including my manager, but the higher ups disagree because there is no budget to keep me. So from September 1st, I am back to square one.

During these months I have been living with my parents, brother and sister in law. Don’t get me wrong, I love them dearly, but after living on my own during my whole uni-life and then moving to the other side of the world, and then having to move back in? no thanks. Mental health, gone. 

“But Cait, you have a job, why didn’t you move out?” In this housing market? under a temporarily contract? Im-fucking-possible. I’ve been searching for places to rent, but as you can imagine, not having a permanent contract makes that very hard.

So, I’m still living at home, soon without a job. I’m sure I will be able to find a new job soon enough, but it’s still going to be a struggle. I really want to get back into Korean, but I simply do not have the energy or the mindset to be able to do so. 

What’s next? I don’t know.

I do know that I do not want to stop this blog, the place where I feel like we all study together. The place that kept me going and got me more and more excited to study. The place that motivated me to actually go to Korea. 

I guess my life just went from a really really high, to a really really low. I slowly have to get back up, but it might take some time so I’m going to ask you to be patient. I hope to be creating content soon, to get back on track. 

Until then, thank you, for being here, for being you, for being in this community. Never give up! 🍀❤️

#KorTalks #Korean #Studyblr #Study #Koreanblr #Langblr #Learn #Language #Learning #Studying #Language Learning

[raidenshiva]

I got a story to tell: Violence and Gangs

A/N: English is not my first language it’s Jamaican and some Spanish so sorry if anything is spelled wrong. I used my friends and Gogle translation. This also is the shortened version and im working on the fuller version to watt pad. Enjoy my story! Let me know if you want a part two or headcanons lol.

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Victoria summers was living a perfectly normal life before… well let me tell you a story. Victoria was an outgoing girl who’d make friends with everyone she could and do anything she set her mind to. Her life wasn’t always ��normal though.” Growing up, Victoria lived in the hood/ghetto. You know the ones with the small ass houses and government paychecks. Her mom was a crack and drug addict thus leading to her eventual death which just had to leave her father a single father. Her father who was named Juan Demarcus Summers was doing all he could as a poor Hispanic/black immigrant man and a single father who could barely get a job because of the color of his skin and english speaking abilities. Even with small lodging and “lower” bills, life was still as tough as it gets.

Victoria attended a public school k-12 named Allapath West Point, mostly comprised of the people who lived in her hood. Surprisingly she was popular because she had connections and people skills, but the popular people with money had hated her. Now don’t get me wrong people liked the group at the top… but only liked them for the wrong reasons. This was because the popular group of boys and girls had money and parents with connections that could ruin someone’s life. There even was a public display at school once of this. Here’s how it went:

A black girl named Latreya Johnson was speaking to her white “friend” Emily Johansson and said. “I don’t like how them white girls like Becca get to control us. She said that my braids looked bad and ugly but her hair is dry as hell and crusty. Why don’t she use that money and fix her hair!” Well her so called friend Emily told Becca whom told her father, the head of the school board. In a fact they expelled latreya and found out where her father worked. They got him fired due to “public displays of racism.” Fortunately he got another job as a chef for a respected business, but latreya had a bright future ahead of her in basketball and getting expelled could have ruined that chance to make it someday. After that instance of prejudice and abusing power no one messed with the popular kids. However they earned a nickname, the socs and the jds.

That’s just about the situation if I remember it myself. But enough about that and back to Victoria and the socs. You may have heard of that name though from the south of the rich and poor just to let you know if it seemed familiar. Once again though, the socs would publicly shame Victoria on the color of her skin and race even down to her smarts in all areas. Luckily when she and her friends jumped them socs they didn’t know who jumped them since it’s hard to when you’re half unconscious so no reprecussions. After that the social hierarchy at school shifted and the poorer but street smart you were, you got popular. However they never forgot where they came from because it’s still a life they had to go back to after school.Anyways so they looked out for kids still and treated them like family, like Victoria did.

Eventually Victoria got a “job” as she grew up and due to her grades she received a scholarship to a prestigious law school. She felt it was a handout as a minority but she used that to her advantage because in the hood you still gotta try to make it out someday. She felt as though at this point it’s every person for themselves. She was 21 years old when she got out of law school surprisingly and she even got a going away party from all her friends. That’s when she bought a new house and moved her father in with her. He sadly passed on the year of victorias 24 birthday but she was just happy that he lived his last few days in comfort not poverty. Little did she know her story was just beginning

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“Hey vicky waddya doing on saturday… I’m thinking we go to the club?” “I don’t know because I ONLY have like only a paid vacation!! My boss let me off this month because he thought I deserved it. You know I’ve been racking in big bucks and outselling everyone on their legal battles.” “I understand the hustle girl! also is that a yes?” “Hell yeah EmILyLYnN!!” …. “Gurl your are absolutely gorgeous in that dress. Caer muerto hermosa.” “Is it E? I feel like it’s a bit revealing.” “show off that body and confidence and you may even catch a man. You’ve been single for too long and im not saying you need a man since you’re a strong independent woman but you need amor!” “Well the night is young esse let’s go get it on E!” (Background on emilylyn: Emily-Lynn McCoy the wife of Mathew McCoy a star basketball player/new prospect. Since childhood her and Victoria summers have been best friends when Emilylynn transferred from Georgia to Compton California. She also is an aspiring rich lawyer like V.S and they went to law school together. Eventually California got too expensive so she moved her family back to Georgia but in a good neighborhood where she met Mathew.. They went on a few dates and later BAM she’s married happily)

In the car: “So Ms Eazy e whatcha been up to lately.” “Well I’ve found a new law firm and I just bought my mom a car. I also actually just went over to Georgia with Mathew because that’s where Jaquavion and ma are.” “Oh yea how old is Jaquavion now? I feel like I haven’t seen him in forever.” “Well he’s 10 and he sends his regards since he really misses you!” “Aww he’s still so sweet.” “What about you Ms McCoy. I still can’t believe you’re married to an NBA star.” “It’s been really well so far. After two years of being married, we’ve been talking about having kids recently.” “So why is you coming to the club girl! Should be at home getting it on or something.” “Lmao.. we are thinking later this year, and if it’s a boy we want to name him kai. That’s the goal, we also thought about Rosalie or atumn for a girl.” “Not gonna like E the name Zoro or Zo would be good for a boy.”

“I love this song!” exclaimed Emily. She grabbed her and Vicky drinks and pulled her out one the dance floor. “We should try a dance I found!” “Um ok what I-is it?” v replied. “So like this.. You move your hips side to side, then incorporate some bachata, the infinity spin and kick.” “Seems easy enough I suppose.” “Stopppp this is s-so f-fun.” Suddenly eazy pulled Victoria into an empty table and started to speak and cry in her drunken state. “I h-haven’t been h-honest wit you Vicky. My marriage is not so h-hapy. I f-found out that m-m-Mathew’s been cheating on me. I only found out after he… he hit me.” “That’s why I had a black eye and bruises. I didn’t fall down the stairs b-bestie.” “Oh my lord. Emily why didn’t you tell me? That is so disgusting of him and you deserve better. Looks like the fame got to him and he doesn’t know what truly matters..” “t-hanks bestie.” “You know I don’t condone cheating back or nothing but you deserve to have fun with someone who doesn’t make you feel this way. How about this.. if you find a man here and do whatever, take the car.. done drive though..and I’ll call micah to pick me up. Just text me when your ok!” said vicky in an attempt to console her friend e. “Your right bestie. I deserve to be happy even if it is for one night. I will defo get a divorce but can you come with me when I confront him?” “Of course eazy muthafukin E…my bestie.” At that she giggles

Well EmILyLYnN does find another man to spend the night with, and they leave off together. She then had texted Victoria that shes all good and they FaceTimed each other. Now the good part…getting home. RIRIRING!!!! “Hey it’s me v can you give me a ride.” “What’s up it’s Micah! You can’t reach me at this time but call me later or leave a voicemail. Later bitchesss!” rang the other end. “Oh great what am I going to do now? Oh look a ‘shortcut’.” In her drunken state Victoria walks near the alleyway where she is pulled into it and dragged to around the middle where it’s darkest. “Give me all your money. Your phone…everything now!” a voice spoke. “Wait w-what’s your n-name? your v-voice is sooo hot. Hotty hot hottt.” exclaimed Victoria to the man. “I’m done with this bullshit load her up.”

Suddenly she’s led into a van and shoved in the back seat. “Y’all are into tying people u-up? That’s hella k-kinky.” “Shut your trap bitch.. before we gotta make you.” “Ooo scary! WHATCHA GOING TO DO BOYS!??!” Of course she didn’t shut up so at that point the men put a towel to her face soaked with gasses to make her pass out. When she awoke she was tied to the bed naked.. with the men hovering over her. “Tell us your name girl.. or else.” “Oh m-my god what’s going on?” she yelled finally realizing her dire situation. “That don’t matter.. tell us your name and DONT LIE.” “Why should I?” “Do it gang.” With that one of the men pulled out a gun and pointed at her head. Tears in her eyes and hyperventilating she spoke up . “Mi llamo es V-Victoria summers.” “We got the wrong bitch blood. We needed to get Emily-Lynn McCoy the wife..” “oh yeah this girl looks way different than the one that got a hit on her.” “Gang why would you say that out loud dumbass nigga.” There was 4 men. 1.The one saying dumbass nigga who was in a ski mask around 6’0

2.The one talking bout the hit which was around 5’8 with a baby face mask on.

3. One around 6’2 with a scarf with a red blood pattern around his face and head.

4. Lastly, the one who had pulled her into the alley had a red bandana on and was probably around 6’0. All the men statued over her as she/Victoria was only 5’4. They all seemed hella annoyed they got the wrong girl but pleased with her predicament. They were horny ass niggas who I guess got no action even though they were good looking, fit, But I guess a gang and being hitmen tops that. “So what are we going to do with the girl?”- baby face. “You can do whatever you want with me just don’t hurt Emily-Lynn she’s my best friend. Might as well tell you she’s being abused and cheated on.” “Damn no wonder her man put a hit on her.. didn’t want that black queen smoke. She low key would have slashed his tires I bet.”- ski mask. “Who’s the dumbass nigga now.” “All of you be quiet! You said it was her man that put a hit on her? You mean Mathew!?” “Yeah dawg that’s our homeboy too. We ain’t know about the abuse and cheating though. We value women specially smart and pretty ones like you and your friend E.” - red bandana.

“ Guess I should tell you homies.. y’all know who I am?” said Victoria. “The lawyer from the adds?” “Nah esse, The Sombra Negra.” “No way.. The dark shadows a woman?” -baby face. “Who undressed me and didn’t see my gang tattoos?” “That was scarf boy here. He’s very respectable.” “Wow a gentle giant.. I kinda rock with that homie.” To that the man grunted and looked away. “Well I guess we should untie you and here’s you clothes”- red bandanna. “Tell me your names first.” “Ok we’ll that tall ass nigga is Vantavious- The widower, That baby face dude is Cj- Nickname being baby face, ski mask here is Kyrie- two tone, and I’m Demarcus- the black panther.” “Hmph my fathers name. So this is the gang that my boys told me about? They ran into some trouble with y’all. We both bloods though so it’s all cool though.” Leaving the boys starstrucked in awe she got dressed and went to their kitchen.

BACKGROUND INFO: As you see here, Victoria has just been discovered to be the Dark shadow.. one of the most feared gang lords in California. You may be wondering how she got there.. how we got there. Well you see, the “job” she got was dealing drugs. Another thing bout her, she mentions Eazy-E a lot because he taught her with lyrics “Don’t get high off your own supply.” But regardless she started this to support the family and her father who’d been diagnosed with cancer. Eventually she started an underground business which turned into a gang. When she was out of law school and home she’d be gangbanging or shooting up her ops or people who’d done wrong.)

“You. Mr Demarcus… where’s all the food at I was finna cook something. OH SHIT i gotta text emilylynn.” “Well we could go do “groceries.” “You niggas bout to steal it. I’ll buy them when im out. Least I can do for not killing me and being understanding.”

Text:

Hey bestie are you ok… you all right rn

Bestie.. BESTIE help me please. Mathew is out to kill me!!! SOMEONE HAS ME HERE WITH HIM. I GRABBED MY PHONE QUICKLY. Shit HES CLOSE.. HERES MY LOCATION!

Bestie? bestie??!

“Demarcus I need your guys help. I know I’ve not known you long and I could get my people to help, but it would take too long to get there. My best friend since I was 13 is captured. P-please help me.” “You know what victoria.. we’ll help you. Long as you put us on that payroll. I’ll round everyone up.” She chuckles and replies “Yea I will.. I’ll let y’all in the gang. I’ll make sure to skip jumping you in though.” “Gang were we going?” Asked baby face/cj. “Well we are going wherever ms summers here tells us too” -vantavious. “Boys we are heading to….. here’s the plan. We’re going to go in through the back door if there is one. If not we break in through the front with the straps loaded already. We find emilylynn and kill Mathew because he an op to me and to all y’all now and I’m not gonna just stand by him hurting people.” “What if there is security cams?” asked Kyrie. “I mean I can’t be the only smart one here. Do what you gotta do to disable them boys.” “Alright alright we out” said Demarcus.

“So Victoria.. whatcha doing later this week.” “Demarcus nigga, you better stop trying to spit game and start driving.” “It’s all right ski, I’m not doing anything special. I probably gotta spin some block or I’m chilling.” “Well when all this is over… maybe we do it together?” “You know I’d like that. But back to the nature at hand.” When they get there they pull about a block away and begin speed walking toward the house. To their surprise the door is opened but they know it’s a trap. So when they see a house cat they put it inside and here shooting. With that vantavious signals 3..2…1. “Open the door.” He whispers. POP POP POP.. “it’s me nigga and you dead now.” yells kyrie. “Nigga there’s a camera.” “Don’t worry I disabled it rn and took out the chip while y’all were yelling.” says Victoria. “That’s some weird ass voodo shit.” “Nigga this ain’t bout me now let’s find my best friend E.. alright foo.”

They all had their backs to the wall and guns ready to shoot busting into each door. No one saw any sight of a person until they heard screams.. of a woman. Victoria with the boys behind her raced towards the sounds coming from the basement. She practically flew down the stairs with a strap up waiting to shoot. “VICKY ITS YOU HELP ME!!!” “Shut up bitch.” yelled mathew. “Oh I see you’ve brought friends! No sweat of my back.” “Yea it is dumbass nigga” spoke Demarcus as he and vantavious came out from behind the door and shot him. “Whatcha gonna do with my body then you jackasses.” “Dispose of it. Piece by piece or we can hand over your body to the cartel. Yeah I know about your little troubles.” said Kyrie. “yeah they love to rip and mutilate people till they ain’t got blood left. They got great surgical skills too. So if you don’t want that, this is how it’s gonna be. You’re gonna stay shot.. you’re going to give your ex wife here MONEY. GIVE ME AND THE GANG MONEY, and we’ll let you live. If you call the police… we’ve got people with connections over there so it’s no use.” “Damn girl you Wildin I like that.” said Demarcus. “Right she’s pretty fire” spoke Emily-Lynn. “E are you alright?” “I’m better now bestie. Thanks for saving me before it got any worse. These your friends?” “Ill tell you later Eazy.” “So this is who we came to save… you were right she’s foinee and she’s smart… godamn!” said babyface. “Thank you very much.. and hey I’m divorced now so hit me up boo. And thank you all sincerely.”

Later- “So do you still want to hang out later this week?” Sure D.” “How about my place this coming Sunday at like 6 and I’ll finally be able to cook too” “sounds like a plan girl.” … As she opened the door Victoria stood in awe of Demarcus who’d cleaned himself up and he brought her favorite flowers. “Oh my god hi!! And you brought my favorite flowers, blue marigolds and lilacs. How did you know?” “A little birdie told me.” He said while smirking. “Well I appreciate it a lot.” She motioned him in and grabbed the flowers he finally admired her beauty in this moment and her ass. “Gyat damn.” “What boy?” “Nuthin ma’am.” She handed him rice and chicken with a content look on her face. And an item he hadn’t seen before… tres leches. “Yo what’s this jiggly thing.” “Tres leches.. it means three milks and it’s your desert.” “Hmph thanks a lot Victoria.” “You can call me v or Vicky if you want.”

After they at and finished the movie… “V.. Vicky I got something to tell you. I know it’s rlly soon and stuff but I really like you, like a lot.” “Really D? I like you too. I can appreciate a gentle woman loving gangsta.” “That’s great.” He pulled her in for a kiss and she drove deeper into it. “Damn mamas, let me in.” “Of course me amor.” they whispered. His tongue entered her mouth as his hands snaked up and down her sides. She then positioned herself on top of him and straddles him as they kiss passionately. “Let’s take this to my bedroom papi.” “Of course mami.” In the end, Victoria and everyone else was going to live pretty comfortably due to the money they received from Mathew. She also became overqualified from her job so they had to let her go.. but she didn’t sweat it. More times with her best friend, spending it spinning blocks and gangbanging, and with her new boyfriend, Demarcus.

#we live in fear of organised gangs ‘shredding’ our cars – shameless thieves rip our motors apart in broad daylight #Gangs #socs #jd #law school #the projects #immigrants #black people #romance #fanfic #oc x oc #oc x oc x canon #Death #fluff #slight smut #original story #original work #original characters #original fiction #oc character #oc story

[hiraeth-sage]

Hello! I hope you’re having a great day / night! I am struggling and I really need your help. This is not a trauma dump or JUST a rant. I have a major problem and I’m looking for someone with a solution. You can refer to me as 😁 anon but if that’s already taken, I completely understand that! Before I get into what the problem is, please keep in mind that I do struggle with bpd (borderline personality disorder) and be patient with me if you can.

I’m doing something wrong. I know you’re not supposed to assume that in law of assumption because whatever you assume shows up in your 3D, but I can’t help but think that and I hope you won’t blame me for thinking that after hearing a bit of my story. I started out in 2019 with subliminals, needless to say, I never got results from them. I did everything in my power to try to make them work for me. I listened for months, I switched up my playlist, I used to ask psychics to pick the subliminal “best suited for my subconscious”, but still nothing. I don’t know why I didn’t give up, but the thought of having everything I wanted after years of abuse and trauma sounded so amazing. But I would never manifest what I wanted, maybe food or my favourite song playing first on shuffle. But I’d always have to make a physical change to the 3D MYSELF before trying to manifest it. I would want to manifest chicken wings and constantly bother my parents for chicken wings, so I could say I “manifested them”. It was like I had been in the desert for 40 years and whenever I found an oasis, it disappeared in front of my eyes but still kept little droplets of water so I could keep looking for more oasises. I got on Tumblr because of one of the psychics that would pick subliminals for me and completely abandoned amino. By the time I got here, I had be filled with negative thoughts and 0 hope. I was just holding on to the slightest possibility that this manifesting thing could work for me. In between Tumblr (law of assumption) and subliminals, I got into law of attraction and tried every method you can think of. 3-6-9 method, 2 cup method, drinking moon water. Any method you can think of, I’ve tried it. When I heard that you just had to assume and stick to those assumptions, I was in disbelief. So that’s what I did. I assumed and lived in the end. I would avoid mirrors or any reminders that I haven’t completely manifested yet. I did this for like two weeks and lost it because I still didn’t have what I wanted. Then I got into law of assumption methods like visualizing or the lullaby method. Needless to say, I sit before you here with no results. All I have now is a very very strong urge to go back to attempting the void or subliminals again. I had a deadline a month ago, that I didn’t reach. It caused me to spiral and im still in that spiral. I have contemplated just leaving manifesting all together, but I’m here to try to give myself one last chance or a hope for actually getting what I want. Outside of manifestation, my desires can’t be achieved without surgery. That’s one major reason why I’m still going. I don’t have money for surgery. I sound like such a victim, but I know everything there is to every manifesting technique, but I still can’t manifest. (I know I shouldn’t be affirming that into my 3D, but I’m very upset as I write this.) I’ve practiced self concept too and just been delusional and I still didn’t get what I want. I wanted to manifest before my graduation day and I didn’t.. my graduation day was arguably the worst day of my life. I know what to do and I feel like I do them perfectly so what is wrong with me? If it’s my ability to persist, how do I persist with wavering?

My very first anon!!! Hi 😁 anon! I’m so sorry to hear you’re struggling! I actually have a very similar manifestation journey. I started out with the law of attraction and subliminals in early 2020 but it never worked so I got into shifting (which also didn’t work for a long time). But then I found the law of assumption.

It did take me a while to get the hang of controlling my thoughts and focusing on my desires, but once you dedicate a day or two to focusing on changing your thoughts or focusing on your self concept, it’s really quite simple. I would suggest @starliet s 3 days or less challenge, or any self concept challenge you can find. Honestly, working on your self concept really does help, but I think if your not following a challenge it can be kind of hard to persist. If tumblr is making things worse, then you should definitely delete it for at least a week, I know it’s hard trust me I’ve been there but it really does help. If you’re anything like I was, maybe your problem is that you’re trying to escape your reality instead of improving it if that makes sense? When I first started shifting and something bad would happen in my reality I would just say “it’s ok cause I’m shifting tonight lol” and that definitely made things a lot harder for me. So try doing something that would make you a bit happier here, something that won’t make you feel the need to spiral. What helped me was creating a routine for myself. I would wake up at 4:50am every morning, do a self concept mediation, yoga, and then I’d go for a run. After that I would set a calm and positive atmosphere in my room with my crystals and some incense and I would write in my journal what I’ve done so far and would I would like to do and achieve. I would also type out my self concept affirmations in the notes app on my phone through out the day (because honestly remembering to affirm is really hard and typing it out helps me). I did this for maybe 2-3 weeks and I felt so much happier and confident. I think when you focus on your desires too much it makes it harder to manifest. So maybe what you need is to take your mind off of them for a while and focus on changing your mindset! Trust me, once you work on your self concept and you realize just how powerful you are, you’ll be manifesting things left and right without even trying. Once you feel confident enough in your abilities then you should definitely start affirming for your desires (don’t forget to persist). Just remember that the key to manifesting: decide, affirm, persist. And try not to worry about whether you’re doing it wrong or not because that is probably the #1 cause of a spiral, just trust yourself. When I would doubt myself I just reminded myself that I’m the god of my reality, and I make the rules. You already have all the answers, you know how to fix your “problem”, you don’t need anyones help. I struggled with manifesting so much before I realized that I was just constantly consuming information and over complicating everything, when I already knew what I needed to do! Sometimes it’s hard, but trust me you’ll get there! I really hope this helped, I can’t wait to hear your success story!

#😁 anon #law of assumption #manifestation #manifesting #neville goddard #the god state #the void state #loassumption #void state #asks

[writteninverses]

my year in fic

provide a line (or two. or three. hehe) for every fic you wrote this year. 

no need to forgive

Maybe it was the alcohol, the loneliness or just how fucking sad he felt, but Sirius began to believe that Remus was betraying them. What on Earth was he doing all those months away? Getting reinforcements? Sirius knew that the Order was weaker and weaker every day, so Remus’ job was bullshit. Didn’t mean anything. Therefore, he must’ve joined them. He covered it with the fact that Moody asked him to go, to reclute them. It wasn’t working, it was fake. Was their love fake too? Was he trying to convince Sirius to join too? When did he make that decision?

blue room (not posted)

“Of course I will, but just tell me this, when is Sirius coming back? I think the last time I heard from him he was in Thailand!”

“My God, Remus, that was like 5 months ago. He was back in Amsterdam for a few months, you know, playing in that musical. And by staying in the same place for longer than 3 months, he’s decided he might as well do all that here.”

“Oh, I see. So I guess he is coming back soon.”

“Why do you look nervous? Are you actually nervous, Remus?”

“Come on, Lily. You know I haven't talked to the guy in years, our texts consist of us wishing each other a good birthday and a happy new year. That’s all. For some reason James and him have been able to maintain their friendship, but I don’t know what happened to us. We didn’t have a fight or anything when he left, he just left me here and I went to Wales.”

“Alright, I see it, Re. Maybe I can text you when he comes and you can see him when James and I are around, okay? That way you won’t have to face him all by yourself.”

Remus takes a deep breath and checks his phone again, “Yeah, that would make me feel better.”

i get along without you very well (not posted)

If you ask Remus Lupin how he is doing, he would say that he is doing fine, thank you very much. He is getting along very well, given the circumstances: he still has his mum, Poppy and a weird looking cat named Muffin that had stolen Sirius’ heart and now he is stuck with it.

one song glory (not posted)

It is late November when Sirius realises he is fucking bored. Bored of everything and everyone, nothing seems to spark some joy out of him. He despises his degree, his family and the fucking tattoos that he got at 15 that look hideous and he can’t even look at them.Sirius is in his 3rd year of University and he can’t wait another year to be able to finish and fuck off, God knows where. He is studying Law just because his parents wouldn’t have paid for his tuition if he had chosen to do something else, so fucking Law it is. Maybe he could be a lawyer in another country, far away from dear Mother and Father. But that means that he wouldn’t be close to his friends and Regulus, and that makes his heart ache.

sirius (not posted and i don’t even have a name for this)

Sirius doesn’t quite recall when this exactly started, but he remembers the countless hours spent in the bathroom, just looking at the reflection. it’s always helped him to come to terms with how he looks, at least from a perspective. Bella would make fun of his nose, how it was bigger than what’s expected of a Black. So Sirius looked at his nose in the mirror, and learnt to love it, convincing himself that it belongs in his face, that he wouldn’t want any other kind of nose there with his face. He had been born with it and it’s his, he wouldn’t trade it for anything else. At least he looked less like the rest of his family.

light carries on endlessly

“In this type of dance, you are both a leader and a follower. Every person dancing has these two roles. I saw that you know how to lead yourself around, but you fail to relax and just feel the music. You must trust everyone on the dance floor. They’ll lead you and you’ll lead them. The trick is trust, James. You must let yourself trust others.”

im tagging anyone who wants to do this!!!! xxxx

#my fic #i wrote quite a bit #though i just posted two things #but still!! #plenty of stuff in my google docs <3 #r/s

[92jinnie]

Hello! I hope you’re having a great day / night! I am struggling and I really need your help. This is not a trauma dump or JUST a rant. I have a major problem and I’m looking for someone with a solution. You can refer to me as 😁 anon but if that’s already taken, I completely understand that! Before I get into what the problem is, please keep in mind that I do struggle with bpd (borderline personality disorder) and be patient with me if you can.

I’m doing something wrong. I know you’re not supposed to assume that in law of assumption because whatever you assume shows up in your 3D, but I can’t help but think that and I hope you won’t blame me for thinking that after hearing a bit of my story. I started out in 2019 with subliminals, needless to say, I never got results from them. I did everything in my power to try to make them work for me. I listened for months, I switched up my playlist, I used to ask psychics to pick the subliminal “best suited for my subconscious”, but still nothing. I don’t know why I didn’t give up, but the thought of having everything I wanted after years of abuse and trauma sounded so amazing. But I would never manifest what I wanted, maybe food or my favourite song playing first on shuffle. But I’d always have to make a physical change to the 3D MYSELF before trying to manifest it. I would want to manifest chicken wings and constantly bother my parents for chicken wings, so I could say I “manifested them”. It was like I had been in the desert for 40 years and whenever I found an oasis, it disappeared in front of my eyes but still kept little droplets of water so I could keep looking for more oasises. I got on Tumblr because of one of the psychics that would pick subliminals for me and completely abandoned amino. By the time I got here, I had be filled with negative thoughts and 0 hope. I was just holding on to the slightest possibility that this manifesting thing could work for me. In between Tumblr (law of assumption) and subliminals, I got into law of attraction and tried every method you can think of. 3-6-9 method, 2 cup method, drinking moon water. Any method you can think of, I’ve tried it. When I heard that you just had to assume and stick to those assumptions, I was in disbelief. So that’s what I did. I assumed and lived in the end. I would avoid mirrors or any reminders that I haven’t completely manifested yet. I did this for like two weeks and lost it because I still didn’t have what I wanted. Then I got into law of assumption methods like visualizing or the lullaby method. Needless to say, I sit before you here with no results. All I have now is a very very strong urge to go back to attempting the void or subliminals again. I had a deadline a month ago, that I didn’t reach. It caused me to spiral and im still in that spiral. I have contemplated just leaving manifesting all together, but I’m here to try to give myself one last chance or a hope for actually getting what I want. Outside of manifestation, my desires can’t be achieved without surgery. That’s one major reason why I’m still going. I don’t have money for surgery. I sound like such a victim, but I know everything there is to every manifesting technique, but I still can’t manifest. (I know I shouldn’t be affirming that into my 3D, but I’m very upset as I write this.) I’ve practiced self concept too and just been delusional and I still didn’t get what I want. I wanted to manifest before my graduation day and I didn’t.. my graduation day was arguably the worst day of my life. I know what to do and I feel like I do them perfectly so what is wrong with me? If it’s my ability to persist, how do I persist with wavering?

Hi love!!! After reading this what I could come up with is that the reason failure took place in your process is because of desperation and trying too hard just like you told you tried every single method maybe somewhere deep down you thought of these methods as a chore? Maybe you were very desperate to get results that you were deep down anxious? As much as manifestation is easy and extremely normal there's always fear of things not working out, no matter how happy we are and surrounded we are good thoughts there's always this thoughts very deep down that questions ‘will all of this work?’ I think you are not manifesting with a clear mind instead a heavy heart where questions are lingering and you can't help but ignore them ofc but they are still causing fear inside you for ‘what if’ I'm sorry for the condition that you're facing things are made to be better for you and you ARE attracting good things in this moment I highly believe :)

You need a break to settle your thoughts down to take a break from this marathon of mixed thoughts you need it. Hear me all you need to do is adapt manifestation and how? Manifestation is as normal as breathing trust me have you ever questioned how did you breathe? Or ever questioned what if I stopped breathing (speaking generally not when someone's time is over haha) you ever wondered what if my feet stops and I can't walk? No and why would you? You have been breathing your whole life walking your whole life so you don't question it, this is how normal manifestation is also supposed to feel like but we as a community like over complicating it, so what you learn from these examples are manifestation is easy BECAUSE it's normal!

Manifestation is real and if you think it didn't work because something is deep down wrong and it needs to be figured out just like that when you halfway assume in your manifestation that something is wrong and it's not working that is ALSO WRONG and it needs to be corrected. Adapt manifestation and trust me it starts looking like the easiest thing in this universe

Btw sureee you can use that emoji!!

#moon answers 🌙

[noro-noro-noro]

ttook a nap & had some vague dreams. wait what the fuck hold on

no! lol. anyway in the nap

1. weird class i need to take 2. i fuck with this rich family’s pool & am rewarded 3. magical warfare. 

- i needed ot take one more credit hour class to graduate, so i signed up for some weird elective about market management & morality. it ended up having 3 people. me, some indian guy with a big beard, and a blond girl. the professor was somoe youngish guy who had that whole “kind of a mess but im making it work” vibe. the indian guy made me uncomfortable bc he kept getting in my personal space & touching me, & the blond girl was mean and vaguely dismissive. the professor was cool though. he laughed so hard he cried at some stupid joke i made. 

- day 2 of the class was an 8am class so the guy made us all eggs and onion for breakfast. i was there early so i got a double serving bc the yguy was like “they won’t know >:)” the class was now taking place in the office & the girl ame in & started telling me to omve shit around, but i didn’t want to since this was my mom’s house now. 

- there were a lot of people, new students, dressed as harry potter characters except slightly different & they had to wear pointy hats, & the main favorite cool was called something like DREISENBIRG and it was red and green

then

- there was some rumor that some rich people owned an outdoor pool. they were on vacation. the pool supposedly had a 1 inch layer of foam on top. if you went in thte pool it made this mean old lady really mad. 

- i went in the pool. it was less of a pool and about the size of a tiny chicken coop. isplashed around. ym friends cheered! the old lady saw me & got so mad she teleported outside with a shotgun made from an empty can of monster. it falied to fire which is great bc that would have been point blank

- the other people came home & were like “oh hit’s fine! feel free to use our pool. that giant house down to the left is actually our rchristmas house so you can just do whatever in our pool when it’s not Christmas. i was like ohh so they’re rich rich.

- there was a whole bit about magical warfare on their front lawn. whatever. i got good at dodging & had a boomerang. 

- we got invited in bc now it was me & my sister & the family was some relatives that like branched off from my grandma’s secomd marriage. i saw their youngest son on facebook recently. the last time i saw him he was a baby SO FAT i called him the loaf, which his mom didn’t like. now he’s like..9. and the other brothers that me & my sister were super tight with since they had the same age gap we had are like. in their 20s now as well. it’s so scary. ANYWAY it was an AU version of that family, where the dad was replaced by a famous actor. and they were bonkers rich.

- my ssister & i were like “we should go! sorry to impose!” & they were like no no stay for dinner :) dad will be home soon! & we stayed. the dad came home & asked me what wine i’d like 7& i deferred to my sister. the guy gave us an option between limited edition clown wine or $50,000 sakura blossom champagne. i was like uh .um . anything cheaper...

THEN

- we went into the backyard, which was a gateway into some kind of magical realm. the 2nd middle brother (who in the real world used to be really short and gawky and had huge glasses & a big gap in his front teeth but last time i saw him on FB he was like 6 feet tall & towered over his parents) was the small age here. and he pointed at the castle in the distance, & explained all the smaller buildings around it were book shrines. you could go in those to be inside the book or something, but each book had its own laws. for example if you forgot the plot of bridge to terabithia & started doing things off script or choosing things that never happened you would be torn apart by the trees and die. not all the side effects would kill you though!

- we walked towards it. the castle was further away than i thought because it was so big. something happened & some unkillable enemies appeared & started shooting artillery at us. they looked like old urgot, but darker red and brown and rusty. we started to run.

- when we got closer to th castle i wrongly assumed it had some protective spell or something on it bc it was unharmed and so huge. no. the artillery started hitting the sides of it. sttone and rubble tumbled down.

- i thought we should enter one of the books for safety, so i did. i forgot which one though. anyway we ended up in some giant arcade/terminal. i saw one that had gaolang on it & said ohh can we do this one... & it was VR about how he was fighting off the magical enemies, but he wasn’t strong enough. his king would fall. and that little orange wretched thing from the toothpaste video was there but suffering treatment like the paperdoll girls in chogakusei’s ingel music video, being tormented and twisted up and occasionally we would see him screaming begging for hellp from some uncomfortable looking ai generated picture of hell. i was like awesome. 

- the gaolang vr experience cost $2000. X from omega fighters was also there to help him, which is so funny bc i only played that game for like 30 min last nighta fter getting some friends into it

#dreams