Imagine Ter Tamanha Noção De Seu Poder Mental E Ficar "manifestando" Em Picadinho, Gente Pelo Amor

⋆.˚ 𖥔˚ FUCK THIS SHIT, WANNA INDUCE THE VOID?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Listen up, you little drama queen. Wanna induce pure consciousness? Here’s the deal, you don’t need some cosmic, cryptic, mystic nonsense to figure that shit out. The void isn’t some mind-boggling, spiritual awakening you have to struggle with. It's simple. Too bad you’re making it way harder than it needs to be.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ The void is simply just... You. That’s it. You’re over here drowning in your own thoughts, acting like figuring out your existence is some grand puzzle. Spoiler alert: it’s not. So stop acting like you need to crack the code, because you’re just stalling.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ So how exactly do you get there? It's easy as fuck. It's not even a separate state, cause it's literally you.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Step 1: Stop overthinking.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Yup, I said it. Stop fucking overthinking. You’re not some philosopher, you’re just a human with way too much going on in that brain of yours. Relax. If you’re stuck overthinking everything, guess what? You’re NOT gonna get there. So just quit it. For two seconds. Shut it down. Done.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Step 2: Let go.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ This is the part where you stop clutching onto stuff like it’s your last breath. The more you cling to the idea that you NEED to micromanage this entire shit, the more you’ll drive yourself into the ground. Let it go. Seriously. The moment you drop all that pressure, that’s when things fall into place. It’s not magic, it’s letting go.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Step 3: Assume it works.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Here’s the thing. Don’t sit there waiting for the universe to wave some cosmic wand at you. Just assume it’s already working. Tell yourself, “Yeah, I’m in control,” “I can manifest this,” or even, “I'm already in the void bitch." Don’t overthink it. You don’t need a guidebook, you just need to believe it’s happening. Don’t sit around waiting for signs. Just decide it’s happening, and it will. It’s that simple.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Why is it actually so easy?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Because you’re the one overcomplicating everything. Your brain is like a hamster on a wheel—always running, never getting anywhere. But when you just let it stop, guess what happens? You’re already there. Relax, stop being a control freak, and let it happen. The universe isn’t some game you have to figure out—it’s already giving you everything you want. You just need to stop being so dense and let it in.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Now, here’s the real talk bitch.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Cut the crap. You don’t need some cosmic epiphany to make things happen. You don’t need a ritual. You don’t need a guru. You just need to stop acting like everything has to be so damn hard. Just stop. Stop overthinking, stop stressing, and start living like you actually know what you’re doing. The more you try to control everything, the more you’ll screw it up. It’s not a mystery. You’re overcomplicating the simplest thing in the world.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ So, get with the program. The void’s been waiting for you. Don’t act like you’re too busy for it, ‘cause you’re not. You’ve got everything you need, but you’re the one stopping yourself. Knock it off, chill out, and let it come to you.

Oii <3

Eu sempre tive uma dúvida sobre a LOA e o shifiting. Muitas pessoas dizem que já estamos na dr e por isso não precisamos fazer nada além de aceitar estar lá.

Mas como isso funciona? Ao aceitar o físico vai se ajustando também, certo? Mas a questão de "mudar" quando quiser, por exemplo, quero acordar na dr apenas com a intenção (querendo ou não é uma mudança de percepção, eu acho) então eu simplesmente aceito que sempre acordo na dr quando quero ou preciso aceitar já estar lá somente?

Pois pra mim, eu quero acordar na dr com comando. Isso seria uma suposição?

Oie!

Bem, quando falam que você já está na sua dr, não é que esteja literalmente em outra realidade, você já está lá porque está dentro de você.

O que chamamos de físico e reconhecemos como realidade ocorre dentro do campo de percepção da consciência, por isso não há um lugar onde está indo, você já está na sua dr porque ela ocorre dentro da sua consciência e não fora.

E ao aceitar que já está onde deseja está reconhecendo isso e quando aceita isso como verdade consequentemente o físico reflete isso sim.

Pode quando quiser, você não está indo a outro lugar apenas muda o seu foco para a percepção que deseja experienciar, ou seja, muda de percepção.

As duas opções são viáveis, aceitar que já está onde deseja e reconhecer isso já é o bastante ou também pode aceitar que acorda na sua dr.

Para acordar na dr apenas precisa de intenção, e se caso já fez isso e não funcionou, apenas estava esperando uma mudança física para comprovar isso.

Para acordar na dr apenas precisa ter certeza que vai acordar lá, quando desejo shiftar eu apenas durmo com intensidade de acordar na minha dr, que não é exatamente intenção, eu quero acordar lá e eu sei que vou acordar nela, porque já estou nela.

Se está querendo acordar na dr está com intenção, não tem um comando específico para dar ao subconsciente então não é uma suposição.

Mas caso queira que eu o guie com isso apenas precisa me chamar posso ser sua mentora, espero ter ajudado!💗

Yoongi Fic Recommendations

a - angst f - fluff s - smut

part 2

Series

In the Margins (a s f) by @bonvoyagenoona ⊹₊⋆ You weren’t sure what he would look like. His writing made you think of a cabin nestled among tall pines, a well-worn cardigan, a scotch neat, and a wistful wisp of smoke seeping into the air from the bowl of an unattended tobacco pipe. What stands before you now is a studio apartment in the city, cigarette butts, coffee stains, and a scowl. There’s definitely been a mistake.

Fix You (f a) by @casuallyimagining ⊹₊⋆ When you take in a stray cat, you have no idea he’s secretly a hybrid trying to escape his past. Can you help him heal?

desolate (a f s) by @angelicyoongie ⊹₊⋆ you just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. so you're not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.

One Shots

Set Me Free (a f) by @casuallyimagining ⊹₊⋆ Tired of being told how to live his life and unsure of where he stands in the world, Yoongi--your soulmate--yearns to be free. When you give him what he wants, it causes a rift in your relationship that seems irreparable. 12 years later, you find him back in your life. Can you mend your relationship? Do you even want to?

back-burner (a f s) by @yoonpobs ⊹₊⋆ sometimes you felt like you were the back-burner of a two-decade-long friendship. how could you ever compete?

Love Language (a s f) by @gukslut ⊹₊⋆ Your boyfriend obviously loves you, but his silence has you questioning if he *wants* you. If you could only get past your damn insecurities maybe you could appreciate what you have.

27 Phone Numbers (f) by @bxebxee ⊹₊⋆ Yoongi has gone through twenty-seven phone numbers over the last ten years, and you haven’t changed yours since high school. 

sweetner (f s) by @taegularities ⊹₊⋆ You used to know how he sounded when you were wrapped around him, but circumstances have pulled you apart and sent you scattering in opposite directions. Feelings shouldn't reappear so easily by simple words, but when you find yourselves in the same place once again, this is exactly what happens.

One Chance (f) by @out-of-jams ⊹₊⋆ A musical genius, a guy with a bad reputation, your assigned partner for your final project. And the last thing you ever would have expected.

Seasons Change (a s) by @taetaesbaebaepsae ⊹₊⋆ Min Yoongi and you, through the seasons, break up and come back together. Nobody said love was easy.

All That Holly, Jolly Sh*t (a f s) by @daechwitatamic ⊹₊⋆ You haven’t seen or heard from Yoongi since he broke your heart five years ago, laying out a logical list of reasons why you were better off breaking up. When a Christmas Eve blizzard traps you together for the night, you have no choice but to examine how few of those reasons are still true. And if they’re not… where does that leave you?

Now We Reign (a s f) by @oddinary4bts ⊹₊⋆ when working on a collab together makes you and Min Yoongi seek comfort with the other, you discover there’s more to life than loneliness. Only, hurdles mark your path in Min Yoongi’s life, and it’s unclear what the outcome will be. Will you be destroyed by him and his world, or will you learn to reign over it, together with him?

take five (a f) by @jiminrings ⊹₊⋆ you're min yoongi's nurse and you have a crush on him, and he gives you five chances to ask him out - he never said anything about accepting though.

The Final - Day 02 (s) by @yoongiofmine ⊹₊⋆ You've been Yoongi's go-to companion for the past few years, well aware that's all you were going to be. Despite your very real, growing feelings for the rapper, you took what you could get every time. Now, you're backstage at day two of the final leg of his tour when another member takes an interest in you. Will it be enough to make Yoongi realize he's got competition?

hello soulmate (f) by @bluemari23 ⊹₊⋆ your first day on the job doesn't turn out the exact way you envisioned

Sugar Rush Ride (s) by @lo1k-diamonds ⊹₊⋆ You produced a song based on your hidden desires for your fellow producer and promised yourself that tonight, things would change. You were done pining after him, but then he arrived at the listening party.

fuck being friends (a f s) by @strawberrynamjoon ⊹₊⋆ as if watching the guy you were hopelessly in love with hook up with another girl each weekend wasn’t enough, he also happened to be your best friend, making things extra complicated. and it only gets worse and worse once he finds you crying in the bathroom at a party one night.

Take One (s f) by @untaemedqueen ⊹₊⋆ There are three things which Yoongi was certain of. One, he was a big star in his field of work. Two, he had a huge cock, one to rival many of the largest names in his industry. Three, he can only find pleasure these days in written word. 

Illicit Favors (f s) by @yoongiofmine ⊹₊⋆ When your editor tells you to re-write the chapters of your book because the sex scenes are weak, suggesting you write them from experience, what do you do when you lack any kind of sexual experiences in general? You go to your friend and ask him for help with it.

Bet On It (s) by @minisugakoobies ⊹₊⋆ What's a little wager between enemies? How about if it's your body on the line?

subscribed (s f) by @aquagustd ⊹₊⋆ you find out that youtube isn’t the only site he uses to satisfy his subscribers. what do you do with that information?

Muchismo leninismo

The first chapter of GhostBlade is coming! I’m working hard on it~ so keep an eye on me if you are interested in it~

Favorite Otps/Pairings: Patrick Verona & Kat Stratford (10 Things I Hate About You) “I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair I hate the way you drive my car I hate it when you stare I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind I hate you so much it makes me sick it even makes me rhyme I hate it...I hate the way you're always right I hate it when you lie I hate it when you make me laugh even worse when you make me cry I hate it when you're not around and the fact that you didn't call But mostly, I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close not even a little bit, not even at all"

One of my fav ghibli movies 🐺

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gostaria de só esclarecer algo, conheci o shifting esse ano e ainda estou um pouco confusa: basicamente é só relaxar e imaginar? e uma hora o físico se manifesta apartir disso?

só para confirmar se entendi certo!

infelizmente tenho um pouco de dificuldade de correlacionar imaginação = físico, enquanto você imagina algo e está parada, deitada na cama.

mais uma vez, obrigada por todo seu conteúdo! 🫶🏼

Oi say!Muito obrigada pelo carinho fico feliz que veio me acompanhar aqui!💗

Shifting é apenas uma mudança de percepção.

Ele ocorre num único espaço que é a consciência e tem uma realidade separa apenas o aqui e agora.

O agora é esse exato momento não existe outro além dele como

Não há separação entre imaginação e físico, porque tudo já é consciência.

O físico não é algo separado da imaginação muito menos mais real que a imaginação, ele apenas reflete a percepção que você sustenta. A dificuldade de correlacionar isso vem da crença de que "o físico é algo fixo e sólido", mas ele é só uma manifestação da consciência.

Tudo que você percebe como físico passou pelo filtro da sua imaginação.

Quando você sonha à noite, o mundo do sonho parece real, certo? Você sente, vê, experimenta coisas lá. Mas quando acorda, percebe que tudo era imaginação.

O que garante que este “mundo físico” não seja exatamente a mesma coisa—um sonho da consciência?Tudo é um sonho.

Se tudo é consciência, não há separação entre o que você imagina e o que experiencia. É por isso que, ao mudar sua percepção, sua realidade reflete essa mudança. Quando você imagina você experiência a realidade na sua forma mais pura não está imaginando para shiftar mas experiênciando naquele exato momento

O quando falamos de observar é vivenciar o momento presente sem julgar o que faz você perceber que nunca esteve separado daquilo que deseja ou seja toma percepção e lembrando que não é um método é a importância de estar com o momento presente sem julgamentos sem espera porque tudo já está presente o físico não vem depois ele já é agora.

O que pode fazer você tomar percepção é a observação está presente sem julgar ou esperar porque o momento é agora.

Vou dar alguns passos para que possa entender

E sobre relaxar não é fisicamente mas sim mentalmente, relaxar é simplesmente soltar a necessidade de controle. De tentar ser ou alcançar porque você já é e tem tudo que procura. Não é algo que você faz, mas algo que acontece quando você para de tentar fazer algo.

Sente-se ou deite-se confortavelmente – Pode ser onde quiser.

Respire naturalmente – Não tente controlar a respiração, apenas perceba que ela acontece sozinha.

Observe o que está presente – Sons, sensações, pensamentos sem tentar julga-los ou dar um significado a eles... Apenas perceba, sem tentar mudar nada.

Solte a necessidade de entender – Não precisa analisar ou buscar respostas, apenas esteja.

Se vier um pensamento como "estou fazendo certo?" ou "quando vai acontecer?", apenas perceba,observe sem julga-lo ele não é ruim ou bom ele simplesmente não existe e solte – Ele vai embora sozinho.

Apenas seja – Não tente alcançar nada, porque você já é tudo.

Não se esforce para relaxar ou alcançar algo. Relaxamento acontece quando você para de tentar e a tomada de percepção acontece quando você percebe que nunca esteve separado do que deseja.

Então pare de tentar forçar algo porque tudo já é ou de tentar relacionar a imaginação com a consciência você já é tudo que procura e isso que importa, você não está alcançando nada apenas para de dar atenção a falta de algo,nada falta, tudo já é.

Eu espero que tenha a ajudado infelizmente desisti da minha conta no twitter e não planejo voltar ainda mais que percebo que tem me feito um pouco mal recentemente passei por alguns problemas e pretendo shiftar para alguma drs que sempre quis e ficar um bom tempo lá e fico muito feliz que me acompanhou de coração💗

Actualização: Voltei hihihi💗

Angel by =wlop

Please believe, there will always be an angel, behind you! No matter where you are, no matter what happened to you!

𓏲 ʚ +18 pick a pile: your s/o's late night fantasies about you ɞ

disclaimer: this reading is for entertainment purposes ONLY so take it all with a grain of salt.

take a deep breath and choose the picture that catches your eye the most or that your intuition tells you to.

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˙ ᩠୨ ⌢ ⁺ pile one ੭୧ ₊ ⌢ ୧ ᩠ ˙

you have your s/o utterly obsessed. not just attracted — enchanted. to them, you're a walking fantasy. the hottest, most magnetic being to ever walk this earth. they dream about you every night, and when their thoughts turn spicy? oh, it gets dark.

they imagine themselves loving you like no one else ever could. not just good sex — they want to fuck you so hard, so right, so completely, that you never forget their name. they want to leave fingerprints on your skin, bruises on your thighs, scratches on their back. they want to make you cry from pleasure. they picture you breathless, fucked out — and all because of them.

in their fantasies, they’re the one in charge. dominant, in control. they want to hear you beg — not because you have to, but because you need them. you’re on your knees, moaning their name like it’s a prayer, and every movement they make turns you into a mess. they adore that power — how easily they can ruin you with just a whisper, a glance, a single touch.

a lot of them fantasize about being called “mommy” or “daddy,” not just for the kink, but because it makes them feel needed. craved. worshipped. and in return, they worship you. they want to kiss every inch of your skin, praise your moans, look into your eyes while you cum and tell you how good you are for them. how perfect, how you make them lose their mind.

but they’re not just about roughness — no. they also imagine taking their time, savoring you, fucking you slowly and deeply until your legs shake. they want to know every part of you. where you’re most sensitive. what makes you gasp. what makes you scream. they want to learn your body like it’s holy scripture and memorize every detail.

some of them dream about tying you up — silk ropes, handcuffs, blindfolds. others imagine roleplay: being your doctor, your teacher, your vampire lover who’s waited centuries just to taste you. their creativity in bed? limitless. they fantasize about fucking you against a wall, on the kitchen table, in the shower, in a car — anywhere, as long as it’s you.

and the oral? god. they imagine licking you until you lose your voice. until you're trembling and gasping and clawing at the sheets. they want to hear you sing with pleasure. and if you haven’t had sex yet or have fears about intimacy? they honor that. they want to protect you, guide you, prove that with them, you are safe. and wanted. and free to be everything you are — soft, wild, vulnerable, dirty.

they don’t just want your body, they want your soul too. they want to see the face you make when you fall apart. they want to hold you afterwards, kiss your sweaty skin, brush your hair back and whisper, "you’re mine." they fantasize about worshipping your insecurities, touching the parts you hide, making you love yourself through their eyes.

they want to fuck you senseless and then feed you strawberries. run you a bath, hold you. because to them, you’re not just someone they want to ruin — you’re someone they want to keep forever.

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˙ ᩠୨ ⌢ ⁺ pile two ੭୧ ₊ ⌢ ୧ ᩠ ˙

the s/os from this pile? oh, they’re nasty. their late night thoughts are red hot, filthy, and dangerously obsessive. in their eyes, you’re not just sexy. your body, your energy, the way you move, the way you sound — everything about you drives them wild, and when they fantasize, it always starts the same: with you beneath them, moaning, begging, breaking.

they fantasize about hurting you — not to harm, but to worship you in the filthiest ways. spanking your ass until it stings, pulling your hair to hear you gasp, using a whip just enough to make you tremble. they want to turn pain into pleasure so deeply that you crave it. they want to take you right to the edge, over and over, until you’re shaking and dripping and unable to think straight. and they’ll be the one in control the entire time.

just like pile one, domination is at the core of their fantasies — but there’s a twist. they don’t just want you to obey… they want to train you. make you hold back your orgasm until you're sobbing, tease you until you're begging, edge you with just their words. “can you handle what I’m about to do to you?” — they love saying shit like that, watching you squirm under their gaze while they smirk, untouched and in control.

but don’t be fooled — even the filthiest doms here have a secret: they fantasize about you taking control too. not just a little. they want you to flip the script and ruin them. ride them, use them, make them whimper and beg. make them your toy. and that’s the thing — they wouldn’t do this for just anyone. it’s only you. you’re the exception. you’re the one that gets to see them on their knees, desperate, aching for your touch.

they’re obsessed with your body. that ass? perfect. they want to spank it, fuck it, watch it bounce. your chest — whether it’s breasts or pecs — makes their mouth water. and the idea of you riding them? oh god, they’ve thought about it way too many times. even if you haven’t touched each other yet, they’ve imagined what it would feel like. and it’s always you in control, taking what you want, making them lose their mind.

they want to please you. they want to devour you. breakfast, lunch, dinner — you are the meal lol. one of their favorite fantasies is you sitting on their face, moaning above them, while they lose themselves in your taste. they want you to cum in their mouth and praise them for it. and if you’re the shy type? oh, they live for that. they want to bring out your inner beast.

some of them even fantasize about licking cream off your body — because your skin, your taste, your scent… it’s all addicting. they want to ruin you and be ruined by you. they want to be the best you’ve ever had. better than anyone before, better than anyone after. they want their touch to haunt your body, their moans to echo in your memory, their name to be the one you whisper when you’re alone.

they want to fuck you until your body gives out — until you’re shaking, sweating, unable to move. they want you breathless in their arms. and then, they want to pull you close and kiss you like you’re the only thing in the universe – because you are.

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˙ ᩠୨ ⌢ ⁺ pile three ੭୧ ₊ ⌢ ୧ ᩠ ˙

at night, when everything is quiet and the world slows down, your s/o’s mind? it’s loud. loud with desire. loud with the need to have you. loud with the image of your body trembling beneath theirs. in their fantasies, you're not just a lover — you're their addiction, their muse, their sweetest sin.

they can’t stop thinking about the way you move. the way your body bends, the way you look when you stretch, how your lips part when you're focused — it drives them insane. they imagine you walking across the room and suddenly needing to be inside you. right there. no patience. no mercy. they imagine ripping your clothes off just to taste every inch of you, to see you blush and beg and fall apart.

they think about your mouth a lot. what it would feel like to have you go down on them, slowly, like you’re savoring it. they think your mouth was made to ruin them. and if they have a dick? they’re absolutely obsessed with the idea of you choking on it, your eyes watery and shining, hands gripping their thighs, and they’d moan your name like a prayer.

they imagine fucking you in positions that let them see everything — especially 69, where they can watch you fall apart while they devour you. if your dr involves being apart, they’ve thought about video calls where you both get off together, or even making a sex tape just for your eyes only. they want to be remembered. they want your body to crave them even when they’re not there.

if you wear heels in your dr — especially red ones — they’re done for. they want to fuck you while you still have them on. they fantasize about grabbing your waist, pulling you back onto them, heels scraping the floor as you moan like you're losing your mind. they want to mark you. claim you. make you theirs.

but don’t get it twisted — some of these s/os secretly want to be owned by you too. they want to be on their knees, obeying your every word, moaning as you degrade them. they imagine you in leather, stepping on their pride, reminding them who they belong to. they won’t say it out loud, not at first. but they want it. badly.

some of them want to watch you. touch yourself. beg. others want to see you get fucked by someone else — just once — to see how good you look when you’re lost in pleasure, so they can take you right after and remind you that no one else compares.

if you're still a virgin in your dr, they want to be your first. slowly. lovingly. but also thoroughly. they want to teach you, guide you, show you how good it can be. and if you’ve done it before? they still want to be the best. they want to make you ride them, over and over, until you can’t take it anymore. they love the way you move, and when you ride them? they're speechless, moaning.

they're impatient, yes — but they also love the tease. they want to undress you slowly, drag it out, make you wait. they want the tension. the build-up. the look in your eyes when you realize what's about to happen. and then they want to ruin you.

just like pile two, they also dream of being dominated. of giving up control, of being used. they want you to whisper filthy things in their ear while they beg for more. they want to be humiliated. praised. broken. and only you get to do that to them.

and finally, they want to make love to you. the soft, slow kind. the kind that makes you cry. the kind that feels like a promise. they want to kiss you in the shower, on the balcony, in the kitchen, in the car — wherever. they want your moans echoing off the walls. they want to be your fantasy too. because every night, when they close their eyes, you are theirs.

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