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literally manifested a reality where im studying psychology, doing martial arts, weight lifting, doing morning stretches, eating well every day, got my desired looks, good mental health, love sports, love sunny days, my houses are getting renovated, im reading novels and non fiction, im resilient, i know how to treat my anxiety, have released my guilt and shame for life, im no longer too hard on myself, i get to learn anything i want,,, and so much more to come... life is beautiful

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Things I’ve manifested pt.2

Getting accepted into the Co-op (harddddd to get into) of my major. Yes. Even though I applied/got into the major late. Yes, even though I felt I ‘wasn’t supposed to be there.’ 🥺

Cavities going away !!

Last minute trips (NYC/soCal)

Modeling experiences (abroad too)

An ex significant other to look exactlyyyyy like my childhood celebrity crush 😆

Also��� multiple letters of recommendations because… duh (professors) 🙄🙂‍↕️

Blowing up on different social medias in niche areas (deleted now because I got over it)

Speeding up/finalizing up different legal processes for me and my loved ones

Meeting friends/likeminded individuals that believe in the Law

Teaching my old dog new tricks

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💗🦄DO YOU FEEL LIKE YOUR AFFIRMATIONS ARE NOT WORKING ? 🦄🎀

💗PERSIST.

That's the solution to your problem. Your old story was once a thought too but a negative one , you persisted in it so the thought became dominant and dominant thoughts manifest so the old story became a reality.

🦄All you need to do is PERSIST

Persist in your new affirmations , the more you persist in your new story , the more dominant it will become . Once your affirmations become your new story , your new story becomes dominant , it will manifest.

💗To make your new story dominant , become aware when you are entertaining the old story. Follow mental diet , ask yourself " does this thought align with my dream life ?" If the answer is no , affirm what aligns with your dream life.

🦄REPETITION IS THE KEY

Ignore the old story , saturate your mind with the new story .

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THUNDERBOLTS* (2025)

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𝒲hat i manifested this week!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ revise my exam

To be honest, I was stressed at first, but then I remembered that I’m the god of my own life, and with great calmness, I made the choices I wanted. Because deep down, I knew it was mine from the very beginning.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ weight loss

Once again, exam stress! I had gained weight because of it. I truly felt awful and insecure, but thanks to the playlist I listened to once a day and the power of my mind, my stomach was completely flat in just a few hours!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ glass skin

Because of the exam stress I went through, I broke out on my chin like never before. It was seriously full of acne and comedones. But I got over it within a few hours thanks to the skincare playlist I followed. Things like this have always been easy for me.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ dream vacation

My family and I wanted to go on a nice vacation, but all the best places were so expensive. I manifested the hotel I wanted for almost half the price.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ mindset

The ADHD and anxiety disorder I was experiencing were keeping me from feeling at peace and were lowering my quality of life. But I was able to overcome it in a short time. Now, I feel inner peace, calm, and happiness. I’ve also started to see myself as someone spiritually deep and wise.

And this is the song I was listening to while making this post. I’m putting it here. As you feel the peace of this song, imagine that your desires are already yours, and daydream with the calm confidence of knowing you're living the life you want. This song is for all the brave manifesters out there.

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help!!!!!!! stop it so my dad was meant to be fighting in court to receive PIP compensation or whatever and yesterday he was doubting him getting a lot of money but i kept telling him £20 minimum but we can always get more i know it my twin also was doubting which i was rejecting his opinion help

i like acted not acted but i was like solidifying this assumption i almost felt like a shift last night and it came out that

1. he didnt need to go court

2. hes receiving the maximum amount he can

3. we are getting a car for free

😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ i love LOA sm srsly wtf

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🜼 ⋆ clark thinks he’s built wrong cause his xxl condoms don’t fit

cw: brief cock mention ( vein, curve, girth, freckles, hair ).

it’s not even hard—he’s not even hard—and the damn thing is already blushing at the tip, thick with blood and heavy enough to rest against the dense curve of his thigh.

clark’s got those lazy, dusky veins wrapping around the shaft like vines, one in particular that runs along the underside in a thick, stubborn line that catches the light when he moves. it pulses sometimes, like it’s annoyed. like it knows he’s trying to tame it into latex and propriety.

and the condoms? the xxl ones? they look like balloon animals stretched halfway up, stuck at the swell where he starts to really thicken out. can’t even roll past the middle.

they pinch and they fucking hurt like hell.

he thought it was a brand issue at first, bought three different boxes. tried different positions in the mirror: bent forward, standing up, leg on the toilet like some godforsaken centaur and every time, it’s the same problem.

“built wrong,” he mumbles, cheeks pink, breath fogging the mirror. he won’t meet his own eyes.

but the truth is, he’s not built wrong. he’s built like clark. heavyset and freckled, like every inch of him has been kissed by the sun and decided to keep the evidence. even there, right at the base, he’s got those faint little reddish freckles dusting the skin. it’s the same shade as the soft trail of dark hair leading down from his navel, and the darker patch at the root—almost black, thick and coarse, barely trimmed because he’s too embarrassed to do anything else to it.

he doesn’t know what to do with himself. he can bench-press a tractor but can’t figure out how to be small enough to fit.

he keeps the box in the drawer like it’s a shameful secret. unopened now, just there like it’s mocking him into a reminder of how big he is.

he’s not sure if he’s supposed to apologize for it or warn someone or just… hide.

but maybe one day—maybe—someone will kiss that apologetic look right off his mouth and tell him he’s not too anything. he’s just clark. and he fits them just fine.

part two: clark makes it fit in you

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Sex Positions with Superman 

cw: Explicit adult content (18+),multiple sex positions, rough/possesive. dom/sub dynamics, vulgar language, and intense physical intimacy. 

It starts with a list.

You’re flipping through Clark Kent’s open notebook on the couch, meaning to check his handwriting (which is ridiculously neat for a man who can crush steel in his hand) when you see it. In the margin of a page that’s otherwise full of half-scribbled case notes is a bullet-point list titled, very plainly:

Positions I Think Might Actually Kill Her.

You choke on your sip of wine. “You’ve been… cataloging ideas?”

Clark freezes in the kitchen doorway, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up. He looks like a deer caught in headlights—if the deer were six-foot-four and had biceps. “I… can explain.”

“Oh, you better explain,” you say, flipping to read more. “‘Wall lift—too risky without restraint.’ ‘Standing wrap-around—high risk of wall damage.’ Clark, what the hell?”

He rubs the back of his neck, sheepish. “I was trying to figure out what I could do without… you know. Accidentally launching you into orbit.”

You’re grinning now, because he’s blushing, because he’s the most absurd man alive. “This is adorable. And also incredibly hot. Which one’s the ‘might survive’ list?”

His mouth twitches. “That’s in my head, not in my notebook.”

“You’re going to tell me, right?”

“No,” he says, already crossing the room. “I’m going to show you. Eventually.” His voice dips lower, softer. “When I’m sure I can trust myself not to break you in half.”

You set the notebook down slowly, like it’s a live wire. “Eventually?” you echo, feigning scandal. “Clark, you can’t just dangle death-by-sex over my head like that and then walk away.”

He sits beside you on the couch, the cushion dipping under his weight. You hate—no, you love—that it makes you feel smaller, pulled in toward him. “It’s not death-by-sex,” he says, voice warm with amusement. “It’s more like… I’m trying to work out the safest possible way to give you what you keep asking for.”

You blink at him. “Safest possible way to—Clark Kent, are you making a safety plan for screwing me?”

His jaw flexes. His blush spreads, creeping all the way to his ears. “Would you rather I didn’t? You think I don’t know what you’re doing every time you pull me toward a wall? Every time you wrap your legs around me? You think I don’t notice when you look at me like you want to find out how strong I actually am?”

You’re caught—guilty and grinning. “Maybe I do.”

He leans in, forearms braced on his knees, his tie dangling loose like an afterthought. “And maybe,” he murmurs, “I want to give you that. Every single thing you’ve been imagining. But I can’t just… let go. Not with you. Not until I’m sure I won’t—”

“—break me in half,” you finish for him, biting your lip.

Clark smiles faintly. “Exactly.”

You tap the notebook with one finger, smug. “So what’s at the top of the ‘might survive’ list in your head?”

His eyes glint. “If I told you, you’d spend the rest of the night trying to talk me into it. And I’m this close to caving as it is.”

Your heart flips. “Guess we’ll just have to test them one at a time, then.” You’re laughing before you even realize it, but it dies in your throat when he leans in—close enough that you can feel his breath on your lips, but not close enough to actually kiss you. The bastard.

“Think you can handle me testing one?” he murmurs.

You blink. “Right now?”

“That depends,” he says, eyes dropping to your mouth. “On whether you trust me.”

your thighs are already pressing together and your voice comes out in a whisper: “Yes.”

His smile turns downright sinful. “Good. Because the first one’s simple.”

You open your mouth to ask what it is, but suddenly you’re airborne—lifted like you weigh nothing, your back hitting the wall beside the couch. Your legs automatically wrap around his waist, his hands under your ass holding you there like you’re glued to him. You make a startled sound that melts into a moan when he rocks you just slightly against him.

“Wall lift,” he says, voice husky in your ear. “Low risk. Unless I stop holding you.”

You dig your fingers into his shoulders. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wouldn’t I?” he teases, bouncing you once—effortless, just enough for you to feel the strength in him. “You asked for this, sweetheart.”

Before you can respond, he shifts his grip, one arm hooking under your thighs while the other cups the back of your head, lowering you onto the couch so fast you barely have time to gasp. He follows you down, braced above you, caging you in. “Position number two,” he murmurs, and you can feel him everywhere—his thigh pressing between yours, his weight holding you down, his cock thick and heavy against your hip. “Standing wrap around. High control, minimal risk.”

“Minimal risk,” you scoff, though your voice breaks halfway through when his thigh presses harder between your legs. “Feels like high risk from here.”

His mouth curves, and before you can blink, you’re hauled back up—this time not to the wall, but spun and bent over the arm of the couch. Your hands grab at the cushion to steady yourself, but Clark’s palm is already on your lower back, pushing you down so your ass tilts up for him.

“Reverse bend,” he says, like he’s ticking off items in a damn field report. His hand slides under your dress, fingers grazing the backs of your thighs until they hook in the thin strip of fabric between your legs. He tugs—not gently—and your panties tear in half like they were nothing. “Better access. Better angle.”

You make a sound you don’t recognize as your own, biting the cushion as his fingers trail up your slit, not even pretending to be slow. “Clark—”

He slips two fingers, deep, curling up until your knees nearly buckle. He fucks them into you slow at first, then faster, until the slap of his palm against you echoes in the room. You push back on his hand without shame.

“Greedy,” he mutters, pulling out abruptly—and then you’re airborne again, flipped like you weigh nothing, your legs lock around his waist on instinct.

He carries you two steps—two blurred steps—and drops you onto the bed. No time to adjust, because his hands are already under your knees, folding you in half until your thighs are pressed to your chest.

“Jackknife,” he says, and there’s nothing clinical about his tone now. “No way you’re walking tomorrow.”

The first thrust knocks the air out of you, the second drags a filthy moan from your throat. He sets a pace that’s obscene—hard, deep, relentless—and the way he’s holding you pinned means you can’t move even if you wanted to.

“You wanted to know the list?” he growls. “Every. Single. Position. Until you can’t remember your own name.”

Your nails rake down his forearms, and all you can manage is a choked, “Please.”

He grins and flips you again, this time onto your stomach, dragging you up onto your knees. One hand wraps in your hair, the other grips your hip, and he drives into you from behind so hard you scream into the pillow.

“Prone bone,” he pants, hips slamming into you. “Low risk for you—high risk for my control.”

From there, he doesn’t even slow—switches again, pulling you back into his lap so you’re straddling him, chest to chest, his cock still buried in you. His hands grip your ass, lifting and dropping you like you weigh nothing, each slam making you wetter.

“Cowgirl,” he says against your mouth, but then adds with a smirk, “Supercharged.” And God help you, you know you’re not surviving the night.

You scream his name, riding each thrust like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do, your body trembling on the edge until finally—finally—you shatter, clenching around him as you come undone in a storm of heat and noise.

Your body shudders violently, muscles clenching around him like you’re trying to pull him inside you, over and over, and Clark groans deep in his throat, pumping harder, chasing his own edge. He throws his head back and spills hot, thick ropes of cum deep inside you, filling you so completely it takes your breath away.

When he finally collapses on top of you, both of you gasping for air, he laughs, “Think you can handle the next one?” he rasps.

You grin, breathless and already ready for more, “Bring it.”

a/n: gonna start a cult called sluts for Superman

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Manifestation/LOAssumption results (one day)

aka all the little things I manifested today

I was running late and trying to do my eyeliner (I don't know how to do it AT ALL) and got perfect and equal wings on both eyes in ONE TRY. The same thing happened when I touched uo my makeup later in the evening

Didn't set any alarm because I knew I would wake up on time. I woke up at the EXACT time I manifested. (I'm the type to sleep for 10-12 hours if left alone, no joke)

Saw one of my favourite chocolates yesterday but didn't have enough money to buy it. Guess who was randomly handed two of them?

Got gifts from my aunts<3.

Looked EXTREMELY photogenic and videogenic all. day. like seriously I felt like a model I was so damn happy!!!

"Aw man I wish I could have some diet coke right now." Guess what I found in the fridge. DIET. FREAKING. COKE. Something none of my family members would ever buy. I mean NEVER EVER TIMES TWO THOUSAND.

Was talking to my friend about how much I love fancy chocolates with different fillings in them. MY SISTER BOUGHT FANCY CHOCOLATES WITH MY FAVOURITE FILLINGS.

Despite being kinda irresponsible and procrastinating important tasks, I completed them on time with zero complaints from anyone.

People pointed out that my hair looked lovely and had drastically improved (ahem ahem, subliminals my love).

Everyone complimented the cheesecake I made by eyeballing the recipe. It was genuinely the best cheesecake I had ever made.

Over all I had an AMAZING day which will go down in satinstares™ history teehee.

Conclusion: If I can manifest all of this in one day, you can too!!! Go manifest!!! Go assume!!!

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how i stopped being a loser and manifested my dream life

let me be real with you. for the longest time, i was a loser. stuck in my own head, broke, lost, and playing small. begging the universe for scraps, hoping things would magically get better. pitiful, right?

then one day, i got sick of it. sick of feeling sorry for myself. i decided enough was enough.

i dropped the pathetic victim act, i went to bed at midnight, lay in a comfortable position and told myself to stop fucking around. i said, "i am in the void state." i repeated the affirmation until i couldn't see or hear anything then i said, "i have everything from my void list"

here’s what i manifested once i quit being a loser and started living like a queen:

☆a luxury apartment with insane views

☆a fat bank account that makes my old broke days look like a bad dream.

☆a career where i’m the boss, respected, feared, and paid what i’m worth.

☆a partner who’s loyal, confident, and shows up fully. no games, no drama.

☆a car that commands attention sleek, black, and unapologetically expensive.

☆friendships that actually build me up instead of tearing me down.

☆a daily peace that’s cold and steady. unbreakable and real.

the void state wasn’t a fairy tale. it was my battlefield — and i won.

stop being a loser. start being the queen you were born to be.

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if you guys haven't noticed, I haven't really been posting loass posts.

wanna know why? because I want you to stop reading my blog and start applying. I even stopped posting things because I decided to take my own advice, shut up, and decide. And guess what? now I'm getting a bank account on monday and I'm about to manifest this 500k. Now I am planning my move out plan and already writing an explanation/goodbye letter to my parents, Now I'm getting a new passport all because I decided.

By the way, I wore something non hijabi for the first time ever today, my parents and grandma went out so I decided I will take a walk and I wore my favorite micro shorts that I only got to wear inside and a halter top and took a walk, and i felt like I was on cloud nine. I felt so confident in my hair, my body, my style. I went to ninja tea and I was getting more attention than I did with hijab, I chatted it up with a cashier and at skinny dip (frozen yogurt place idk why it's called that) this group of girls complimented my hair, I never got a compliment for my hair in public before. Decide you will live the life you want. I haven't even moved out yet and I just got up and started acting like an adult because I decide who the fuck I am. Live the life you want and stop banishing yourself to a screen hoping for "results"

One decision is all you need to live your dreams.

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Forgive the cheesy dialogue…

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This is an older comic that I did about them c:

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Here is my Instagram: lirin.linpim

(It would make me really happy if you guys could follow me there too, I would really appreciate it) c:

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Three is a magic number

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Sort of a continuation of that stupid joke about terminally offline Clark

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Kissssss