AWEEEEEE

EDWARD ART ON BECOMING THE VERSION OF HIMSELF HE DESIRES TO BE:

How exactly have I been implementing this? Whenever I have an unlovely thought or I am experiencing something I do not wish, I reassure myself that there is a Version of me that is thinking a lovelier thought and is experiencing a lovelier experience. Then I simply assume that I am that Version of myself. I have to be because I am Aware and it is ME. There is no other. I do not have to ask anyone’s permission because it is MINE. Then I receive a sense of peace. All that is truly necessary for me to do is to become AWARE of Being that Version. Of course there has to be more testing done but I have already experienced success with this. These successes will eventually pile on and I will have a strong conviction that this works (I already know it works, but speaking from this specific understanding) and I will not have to doubt myself anymore. I assume I AM, essentially myself, just a different Version and I do not interfere with How it will come about. I let it be physically and I become comfortable however it comes about. This, personally, even though I understand Neville’s work, is a new journey for me. There is much more to write on this but I think this is enough for now. I hope this gave you more understanding and less confusion.

girl exorcism⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

i've been seeing this popping up all over my feed and i wanted to make my own and add some things in my own girl exorcism. all credits to @flowerflowerflo ✨

PHYSICAL ;

take an everything shower so that u can feel like a completely new person

do a face mask for lustrous skin

do the more meticulous beauty regimens such as getting ur lashes done, teeth cleaned, or a professional facial/dermatologist appointment.

follow along with a pilates youtube video or go for a run

schedule a massage appointment

floss and use teeth whitening strips (oil pulling too)

sleep for 8+ hours a day

MENTAL ;

start saying ur affirmations again everyday if u fell out of it

write in ur journal/healing journal religiously (weekly)

do some daily meditation for soundness of mind

rewatch videos from the wizard liz’s youtube channel to give urself a wake up call if u feel u need it

let urself cry if u need to (release)

analyze the positive and negative aspects of ur behavior and reevaluate ur mindset to keep urself sharp

PERSONAL ;

do a deep cleaning of ur space because a clean space = a clear mind

clean beneath ur bed

clean things that u use daily but forget to clean (ur electronic devices, door knobs, water bottles and things of that sort)

DIGITAL ;

delete apps that u no longer use and are taking up unnecessary space

change the theme of ur phone

clean out and go through your emails

organize ur pinterest boards

create and delete playlists

a list of everything ive manifested and what i want to manifest

having alot of friends + also having at least one best friend (in short never being lonely)

people always approaching me first

not living with desired people

instant appearance changes

instant weather changes

very very pretty almond doe eyes and long eyelashes

a puppy

oddly specific tiktoks to pop on my fyp

being "popular" in school

having big boobs and a big butt naturally

being a semi big submaker

my face shape (younger me listened to round shape face subliminals but i had a thin one before)

alot of mcdonalds

bigger prettier lips

alot of sps coming back because i believed in the saying "they always come back"

revising something completely and there being no evidence of it ever happening

long breaks off of school (i feel like since i was listening to ALOT of "cancel school" subliminals b4 the corona break and i've had so many breaks off of school)

soft pretty 3a/3b hair

alotttt of compliments

being seen as very attractive in my own eyes and other ppls

being alot of ppls comfort person everyone tells me they enjoy my company

being right abt random things

manifested alot of things for my old friend

constantly passing classes knowing damn well i didn't do any work 😭 went from a 34 to a 92 doing absolutely nothing

all my teachers liking me enough to bump my grades to passing even if i did nothing in their classes

strangers always being nice to me all the time

people being obsessed with me (i don't recommend manifesting this 😭) 

being lucky in games 

immediate weight loss

having 300+ absences when the county's limit was 10 a semester and never getting in trouble for it

moving out of houses 

being spoiled by people irl and online simply for being attractive

ppl texting me immediately after i think abt them

being able to manifest fast in general 

having a high pitched cute voice

+ other tiny things

what im current manifesting

being extremely rich + living in a mansion

knowing how to speak Spanish, Korean, and French

revising any trauma I've experienced

desired baby pictures and childhood memories

having no anxiety and never overthinking

being everyones type + being like kokomi teruhashi

revising that i have close childhood friends

butt length hair

having no body hair

having a vivid imagination

4.0 gpa + perfect attendance + being naturally smart + being good at math

hazel eyes with mostly green

a cat and a pink bird and a bunny + my current dogs but they're all going to be babies and get along well (also manifesting that ik how to manage all of them)

being shorter

desired parents + only one sibling

a lot of rich love interests

desired body and face

old friends coming back

being a huge submaker like roy

bringing certain family members back to life

im manifesting this by affirming and listening to subliminals because thats what i prefer

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mary oliver / sunlightafterdark

i think i prefer to call manifesting shifting. because manifesting to me implies 'trying', 'changing' etc but shifting implies that you just leave and ditch the old you and move into the new state, the new you. it's simple. i don't have to worry if my old me has changed etc I just ditch the old me. it's dead. goodbye 👋I'm the new me who has the desire. but I think people oftentimes "try" to "change" the old version of themselves and that's not how it works. neville said that since creation is finished, it is impossible to force anything into being. all states are complete on their own and need no new patch. if you're trying to change or fix your current state, you're still not getting it. you just ditch it and move/shift into a new state.

YES!

Certain words can change your brain forever and ever so you do have to be very careful about it.

im obsessed with the idea of being stuck in a time loop with izuku. at first you have no idea that both of you are in this time loop in the first place but as you begin to go mad trying to change the outcome of this life, he begins to notice you. small odd details that no one wouldve notice had it been any NORMAL person. At one point he just straight up asks if your in this time loop with him. YES finally someone to talk to without the repeat dialouge from days old past, which was actually just a week ago. you begin to grow closer, fleeting touches here and there. Soon you start to date, afterall he is the only person in the universe who understands what your going through. When he dies on a mission you simply kill yourself to reset the timeline and start fresh again, clean slate. With the never ending possibilities of the infinite universe, you can do anything. Have sex while skydiving, have sex anywhere and everywhere without worrying about the repercusions. he always wants to be the hero for this world, every. single. time. but you know better than that, you know it would be a waste to be a hero every reset. you become the biggest supervillian fighting against your lover, unbeknownst to all the other heroes and students. right at the climax of the fight, you and deku standing face to face, everyone watching. you kiss him, hard. you fall to the ground viciously attacking each other with your lips. he reaches up and grabs your breast, soothing your hard nipples. all onlookers are shocked, they cannot understand why this is happening but katsuki is DEF sporting a hard boner seeing these mortal enimes go at it.

anyways ill probably expand on this idea in a more coherent way soon cuz i cannot stop thinking about this, also wrote this in english and health class and its a wonder no one saw me. sorry for my bad spelling im kinda fucking dumb

choso is so silly and cute i love him sm🥺

no cuz why is eating something homemade on campus so embarrassing

II, I

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

summary. opening night emotions with megumi

wordcount. 1k

pairing(s). megumi x fem!reader

tag(s). drama and theater, tension, admiration, somewhat angsty, reader plays a wife

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“Brutus, my lord!” You call, stumbling into view.

Megumi, who’s attention snaps to you, looks confused, furrowed brows with his lips barely apart. “Portia! Why are you awake?” The countenance he holds is no longer confusion but mounds of worry. He ushers toward you and his hands find your shoulders to lead you away but your legs do not move to comply.

“You shouldn’t be up! At least, not so early, especially in your condition.” He reasons.

“Neither should you! Last night you awoke and paced around our room like a mad-man. Yet, when I ask what is the matter you look at me with disdain.” You exclaim. “Even so, I continued to question you but you impatiently stamped your foot and refused to answer me clearly! You’d even requested I leave you and though I may have respected your wishes, my heart aches with unease. Confide in me, Brutus! What troubles you?”

Each of your lines are delivered in heaps of breath, desperation enveloping the tone. The garments you wore flow and drift dramatically to match and the laced frills at the end of your wafer-thin gown wisp over the strained wood floors of the theater stage. Your thoughts, however, are set and steady. You know and could never forget, even in a moment as dire as this, the next set of words you’ve studied.

His hands fall from your shoulders and are tucked into his crossed arms, “I’m not well in health. That is all.”

“The Brutus I know is wise. If he were sick he would go by the means necessary to overcome the virus.” It feels strange having to adjust how you address Megumi on stage. Where the spotlight shines on you, he’s Lord Brutus, a husband with questionable morals.

“Why so I do. Go to bed, my dear.” On stage, his deep black hair is no longer spiked but carefully raked into place. As he moves, strands become loose and slump over his forehead. You now notice, with the glaring white lights pointed to yourself, Megumi, and the other props accompanying you on center stage, how well-pampered his hair is. Perhaps the makeup artists backstage made a few spontaneous decisions opening night. It fits him. Not that many things didn’t.

“No, my Brutus.You have some sickness within your mind. Which, by the right of my place within your life I ought to know of; and upon my knees I charm you by my once commended beauty,” You take his hand and kneel before him, “Of all your vows of love, a great vow which did wed us–that you open up to me, your self, your half. Why are you heavy?” 

His face shifts once more, now to one of sympathy. There is no pity written across his features nor is there anger in his eyes. Instead, he feels guilty for letting you fall to the floor for the sake of some conspiracy, “Please, do not kneel, dear Portia.” His hands come to cup your face.

“I would not need to if you were kind, Brutus. Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus, should I know no secrets that appertain to you? Am I some pet you keep with you at meals, comfort in your bed, and talk to you sometimes? If I am no more to you, I’m your harlot, not wife.” Tears pool at your waterline and spill over down your cheek. Megumi’s thumb swipes the tears away away as quickly as they fall. He kneels to meet your eyes but doesn’t dare to remove his hands from your cheeks.

“You are my true and honorable wife, as dear to me as are the ruby liquids that visit my sad heart.” 

“If this were true, then should I know this secret!” Your own hands now find his face and you passionately hold his jaw, “Tell me your worries, I will not disclose them. I have made strong proof of my reliability, giving myself a voluntary wound here, in the thigh. How can I bear that with patience, and not my husband's secrets?” The only noises that come while you both speak are the echoes of your own voices. Despite many people gathered in the abyss of the audience, not one person dared even to breath loudly during your time with Megumi.

“O ye gods, let me be worthy of this noble wife!” A knock sounds and Megumi’s breath hitches, “Someone knocks. Portia, leave for a moment. The secrets of my heart. All my worries I will admit to thee, all the cause of my sad brows. Leave me with haste.” 

You give a final look into the depth of his iris before gathering yourself and scattering behind the curtain, out of view from the eyes of spectators. The crew awaiting you quietly compliment you, “I’ll never get tired of watching you and Megumi act together. The both of you are outstanding!” 

“Right? They’re amazing. You guys make the relationship between your characters look real. I swear I saw some people in their seats wiping their eyes.” 

“Thanks. It means alot.” You turn to watch Megumi finish out the scene. He’s now accompanied by a few other actors and they talk and interact as practiced. Even with so much else going on, quick changes, costume and makeup retouches, and actors going over everything they’ve studied a final time behind stage, it doesn’t bring your attention off of your fictional husband and how well he sells his character. He’s made it his own, stamped the character in everyone’s minds that it’d feel sinful to have another man play conspirator Brutus. 

Maybe it was your ego growing two sizes too big but you were skeptical all the emotion he put out during your time together had been a mere fallacy. His eyes held boundless emotion and when he held your face while you held his, those cobalt colored iris’ held a spark of sincerity you’d never seen.

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a/n: i absolutely love portia and brutus’ dramatic relationship in julius caesar. I reread it a shit ton

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