#And I am infinitely grateful for the opportunity

[valorascult]

♡ Romantic life affirmations ♡

I am grateful that I live a romantic life

Romance comes easily to me

I am surrounded by romance every day

Everything that surrounds me is my definition of beautiful

I have many charming and charismatic features

My life feels like a romantic movie

Life is beautiful

I am a charm

My desired person is completely in love with me

I am living the most romantic life

It is natural for me to romanticize life

Happiness is simple I am always motivated to start my day with gratitude

I live intentionally and mindfully

Every new and fresh opportunity opens itself up to me right now

I truly believe in my own abilities and strengths

All my wildest dreams have come true

I am living in pure bliss

Isn’t it lovely that I have everything I could ever imagine

Love and abundance flow easily to me

I am experiencing my romantic life right now

I am experiencing my dream life right now

I have mastered all of my desired skills and talents

Happiness is inevitable for me

I get everyone’s admiration and respect

I have luck and success in every aspect of my life

I am free from overwhelming emotions

I have infinite opportunities

I have a beautiful and glowing aura

I only attract high and positive energy

I am loved by all who surround me

My life is filled with meaningful connections

I am currently living my ideal aesthetic life

I am mentally and physically healthy

I show myself kindness, care and compassion as well as others

My life is like my Pinterest mood board

I am like a quiet walk through a forest after it rained

I know what I am here to do and I am achieving it

I am filled with confidence no matter what I am doing

Others admire my romantic lifestyle

Everything works for me right now

[vnzndt]

it is with the upmost honor that i get to announce i’ve been working with dream branding over the past few months to create a merchandise line for the dream team 🥹 i never ever thought this would be a reality and i am so grateful beyond words 😭 GET YOURS NOW!! 🫐🍏🍊 paint by number kits, sticker sheets, magnets, and phone cases available!!! 🧡🩵💚

dreamteam.shop

i don’t think i could ever put into words how surreal this has been & how grateful and honored i am to have such an opportunity. dream branding has been so incredible to work with and i can not thank them enough for their patience, time, and support. going from a casual subscriber in 2019, to creating my first dream team fanart in 2020, to designing merch for dream, george, and sapnap in 2024 is quite literally nothing less than a dream come true. i don’t know how to express how grateful i am for the love you all have shown me since that first fanart. i have grown so much as a person and artist and none of that would’ve have happened if i hadn’t found this community. i know im corny like this a lot but i really do mean it!!! dream team & you all have changed my life, infinitely. crying rn

[transformers-spike]

"Is this why the Autobots are fond of humanity? To indulge their sweet heat cycles? How many human mates has Optimus taken for himself? It seems as though their motives to protect them were never altruistic, much less noble." PLEASE, PLEASE GIVE US A SUB-STORY WHERE THIS TIME IT'S OPTIMUS AND A HUMAN SO IN THEIR HEAT CYCLE PLEASEEEE

Idk am I creating a humans in heat universe for the TF Fandom? I know people like making the bots go through it but I think the humans being affected is so much funnier. Just begging these massive robots to fuck us lmao

How must it feel to burn from the inside out? Betrayed by your own body, rendered unable to function by the fire in your core. You described it as an aching, an insatiable need to appease the hormones overtaking your nerve endings. A mere touch is enough to worsen the ache, it’s what your body dictates in the throes of a heat cycle.

Cybertronians are forged by Primus Himself, their interfaces exist for recreational pleasure and bonding, but your species is biologically programmed to reproduce, like most of the fauna of your planet. It’s a systemic sacrifice, one rendered obsolete by the sentient status of your species. Drugs have been produced to suppress your heats, or at least lessen the effects. Unfortunately, among a dozen varieties of medication, you are either allergic or completely immune to them, leaving you susceptible to your hormonal whims. He is sorry. You must go through so much pain every few months, but you barely show it, brushing off his concerns with a laugh, saying “it is what it is” and moving on as though your body isn’t on a timer. He admires you for it. In spite of your discomfort, you haven’t given up. Once, you told him: “So what if they don’t work on me? I just gotta roll with the punches and hope for the best, it’s been my M.O. since I got the damn thing.” Meeting them for the first time… was turbulent to say the least, but you’re safe and sound, relocated to Jasper, having adjusted to your new life with the help of Agent Fowler. You’ve told them many times you’re infinitely grateful to be in their lives (barring the near death experience at the servos of an Insecticon). For them it’s a pleasure to ease your burden. You’ve eagerly established your consent, although only Arcee is the right size to properly take care of a human. Digits and glossas can only do so much compared to a spike. He tries not to pry, your privacy is yours to divulge at your leisure, but he cannot ignore the charge building up behind his interface when he sees you with the others. Yes, he is an occasional participant, but he will rather cover shifts and allow them some well-deserved respite in your berth. They deserve it. He dares not imagine Arcee’s spike pumping in and out of you, satiating your aching body, filling you to your limit as you beg for more. 

Your scent lingers in the air, caressing his sensors, a gentle hand tugging him along by the servo, pulling him in your direction. They try to keep it to themselves, but his team is beyond a doubt intoxicated by your presence alone. Thankfully, it has (almost) never impeded their judgment during missions; perhaps it has even served as motivation to make it back to base in one piece. He tries to ignore the gleam in his old friend’s optics after quelling your urges, if only for a night. Or Bumblebee's praises coming to you as a slow stream of beeps while he nuzzles your face. Or Bulkhead cradling you to his chassis like a precious artifact as you discuss what late night movies you should watch. Or catching Arcee kissing you over the mezzanine and pulling back with a smile she hasn’t worn since Cliffjumper’s death. You bring them together in your own special way, even if you blush and sheepishly deny it, claiming you should be thanking them instead  Recent discoveries have yielded an impressive increase in energon and brought forth new opportunities. With unparalleled quantities at their disposal, they can now mass displace. The transformation is no small feat, it exhausts their system and rapidly drains their energon level. But he will not forbid Bumblebee from using it to play with the kids as long as it’s not in excess. Nor to join you during heat cycles. Much like Bulkhead. And Wheeljack. And especially Ratchet. Primus forbid, his old friend has every right to enjoy himself to the fullest after all of his back-breaking work. He’s been meaning to pay you a visit, but he hasn’t found the time until now. In the temporary abode you set up in the base, away from the prying eyes of the kids, you prepare yourself for another heat. Some refurbishing was done to meet your needs (in no small thanks to June Darby and agent Fowler’s financial help); the mattress and the mini fridge was a given, but you’ve added a variety of personal belongings and entertainment; a television, a writing desk, a few “bean bags” here and there, and a pile of old magazines to scrapbook. He wonders if you consider this place your home more than your actual house in Jasper. You greet him while downing a bottle of water, holding up your hand to signal for him to wait. Once emptied, you place it next to the mini fridge, among a wide array of bottled water crates. That would explain the groceries June had brought in with Arcee’s help. As a medical professional she’s especially fretful over your condition, doing her best to prevent the risks of heat cycles, bringing you plenty of calorie dense fuel to combat the massive loss of nutrients. He has not forgotten the fear they experienced when they found you shaking from the deficit, having completely overlooked your hunger in a midst of desperation. In this form, he can appreciate the full extent of your body without fear of hurting you, kneading the supple flesh beneath his digits as you giggle and pull him into you. He does not tower over your reclined form as much as he encases you in a careful hug, hearing the rapid thrum of your human spark directly against his audials; he may sense your pulse rate, but experiencing it is a new wonder of its own. You tell him you missed him and you wish he would let himself go and come out to “obliterate your pussy” more often. He nods and apologizes for his absence even as you shush him and insist he enjoy himself as well. He is… the largest Cybertronian you’ve taken, you remark while adjusting to his size.

“Except maybe Wheeljack,” you add cheekily, already bucking into him. Your composure evaporates as he works you up, not to say that he is much better. He steadies himself over you, charge trickling down his interface as your walls clench around him in a vice-grip. You beg him for more, plead that he frag you until you can’t take it anymore, but he has grown used to your requests and knows when your body has reached its limit. You whimper and claw at his back plates, flush against his frame yet dragging him closer as though to merge your human spark to his.

If only he could.

Slow and steady, he frags you through your overloads, each one adding a new surge of spark down his frame until he comes to his end. You are small and shaking, but in this form he can properly hold you against his chassis and comfort you through the afterglow, bringing you another bottle of water and a Clif bar (chosen for the human scaling a mountain with “If you eat this you can kill God” in big bold letters).

You stir and sit up on shaky knees to accept his offerings. Halfway through your meal, you eye him up and down.

“Are you going to stay some more?” you ask with hopefulness, still chewing on the “ultimate nuts and banana power” concoction advertised on the packaging.

“I’m afraid not, Ratchet has been hard at work deciphering Decepticon encryptions, I will be taking on his duties for the night,” he tries to break it gently, expecting crushed expectations, not your bemused expression looking up at him.

“So you’re sending him my way?” You give a chuckle. “Wish we could have spent more time together, but work is work. Just…” you crawl into his lap and hug him as tight as you can, head resting against his chassis. “Please come back tomorrow. Or after tomorrow. I miss seeing you this way. I won’t get between you and… whatever you have going on, but please visit me more often. You have no idea how nice it feels to be around you.” His gaze softens, glowing faintly against your hair. “So I’ve been told,” he says, a smile on his lips. “As long as it lightens your burden.”

[blairshifts222]

Ultimate Shifting Affirmations List

Hello, this is my first post, and I have compiled an organized list of Reality Shifting affirmations. Enjoy!

Basic:

I am a reality shifter

Shifting is my natural ability

Shifting is as simple as breathing

Every breath I take brings me closer to my desired reality

I am a master shifter

Confidence/Belief:

I am pure consciousness, not limited by my physical mind or body

I am pure consciousness, not bound to any particular reality

I am confident in my ability to shift

My mind is a portal to everything I desire

My intentions shape my reality

I fully trust in my ability to shift

I choose to wake up in my desired reality

I will shift whenever I intend to

I am excited to wake up in my desired reality

I have made the choice to shift realities

I give myself permission to shift

I am immune from any blockages or negative mindsets

I am completely safe while shifting realities

I am completely in control of my shifting journey

I am focused on my desired reality

I can shift in any way I please

I know that I am in my desired reality

I am a successful reality shifter

Attitude:

I want to shift to my desired reality

I am motivated to shift to my desired reality

I am looking forward to experiencing my desired reality

I am open to the infinite possibilities of reality shifting

Shifting is a natural part of my existence

I am not afraid to shift

I attract what I desire

I am in control of my reality

I am comfortable with the concept of reality shifting

I am ready to shift whenever I intend to

I am not holding myself back from shifting

I allow my consciousness to explore any reality I please

I am grateful for my opportunity to shift realities

I am not controlled by any fears or doubts I might have

I deserve to shift

I deserve to experience my desired reality

Connecting:

I am one with my desired reality

I am my desired reality self

I feel a strong connection to my desired reality

I have memories and thoughts of my desired reality self

I am aligned with my desired reality self

I choose thoughts that connect me with my desired reality

I am consciously aware that I exist in my desired reality right now

I feel the emotions of my desired reality

I belong in my desired reality

I can feel the excitement of being in my desired reality

I am looking forward to reaching my desired reality

I am aware of my desired reality and who I am within it

Shifting methods/visualization:

I can easily visualize my desired reality

I can visualize being my desired reality self

I find it easy to visualize scenarios of my desired reality

I can effortlessly picture the emotions I feel in my desired reality

I can easily picture the sensory details (sights, sounds, etc) of my desired reality

I can effortlessly visualize any element of my desired reality

I can shift easily with any method I choose

I can easily use shifting methods

Good luck with your shifting journey!

[elicathebunny]

30 AFFIRMATIONS TO REPEAT TO YOURSELF

❥ I am worthy of abundance and prosperity. ❥ I am deserving of love and respect. ❥ I am more confident, capable, and successful every day. ❥ I am allowed to be me because I no longer put other people's opinions over my own ❥ I am capable of achieving my goals and dreams ❥ I am capable of overcoming any challenge. ❥ I am abundant, rich, wealthy, deserving, worthy. ❥ I forgive myself for past mistakes and failures. ❥ Obstacles are moving out of my way; my path is carved towards greatness. ❥ My fears for tomorrow are simply melting away. ❥ I radiate beauty, charm and grace ❥ I love myself ❥ I possess the qualities needed to be successful ❥ My ability to conquer my challenges is limitless; my potential to succeed is infinite. ❥ Creative energy surges through me and leads me to new and brilliant ideas. ❥ I am superior to negative thoughts and low actions. ❥ I am proud of myself. ❥ Nothing can hold me back ❥ Every part of me is beautiful ❥ I embrace all of me ❥ I am grateful to my body for giving me life every moment. ❥ I no longer seek people's validation. ❥ I am so blessed ❥ I honour my life ❥ Happiness and success are my birthright ❥ I attract great opportunities, doors are always opening for me ❥ Each part of me is worthy of love ❥ I am destined for greatness and my success is inevitable. ❥ I believe in my own potential and abilities ❥ I am free from any fear and doubt and I embrace courage and confidence.

[semisolidmind]

How does the Modern Reincarnation AU work in the Twice as Bad AU? Especially with MK and everything? I know it would probably be completely unlikely that Peaches would get the opportunity to die with her two monkey hubbies always around her, but what if her dying happened on the journey? Like her death was something that happened while the monkey demons were restrained and couldn't do anything about it, causing them to wait the couple hundred years until she pops up again?

(Also, I can't begin to tell you how grateful I am for your creativity and art! You're awesome. Hope you have a great day! 💙)

oh man oh boy (also thank you skye, you're making my day :))

(so both monkeys have wrist and ankle cuffs in this au, and the cuffs work like a less harmful version of the circlets. anytime reader says a certain command, they throw the demon wearing them to the ground. i imagine that the moment reader dies, the cuffs fall off.)

it's utterly silent when they hit the ground.

the boys are distraught. they're inconsolable. theyre angry. whatever demon caused reader's death will be torn apart peice by peice, tortured until death. and then...

...nothing. the monkey demons shut down beyond an occasional terse word. they're still technically bound to the journey by the circlets and the bodhisattva's command, and so they continue on. they only speak to their companions when necessary. macaque spends most of his time in the shadows, and wukong walks behind the group. they take out their sadness and rage on the myriad demons that get in their way. the journey concludes with wukong and macaque denying their enlightenment and going home to flower fruit mountain.

their conquests become especially brutal for the next couple hundred years.

–––

centuries later, mk comes into the world. wukong finds him wandering the mountain, and adopts him as his own. macaque is an uncle figure to the boy, helping in his training and teaching a different worldview. mk grows up knowing very little about humans beyond what his monkey family tells him. regardless, he's curious and wants to know more.

the two elder monkey demons are jaded, and their resentment for the celestial realm and humanity has only grown. though, they'll both slip into wistfulnesss occasionally, telling mk about reader and what she was like. he heard plenty of stories about her growing up, and he always finds himself wishing he could have met her. it's the only time mk will hear his caretakers speak positively about a human.

when mk asks to go into the city, wukong refuses. he doesn't want his son around any mortals, and were it not for his "infinite mercy," that wretched city would be dust by now. it's only when macaque agrees to go with mk that wukong relents. macaque, who's somewhat more knowledgeable about modern humans than his brother, tells mk what he knows about how the mortal world works. mk doesn't get the chance to make his friends until later in this au, when he's allowed to make short solo excursions into the city to buy groceries.

he's taking too long on a run when it happens.

mk has encountered mei, and thinking the dragon heir was trying to start a fight (given the monkey demons' history with dragons), mk battles her. while the two have their brawl that eventually ends in tentative friendship, macaque waits at a rendezvous point.

when mk doesn't show after twenty minutes, macaque lets out a long-suffering sigh and sets out across the roof tops and alleyways to search for him. the kid, for all his strengths, has never been good at time management. after a while, macaque is able to track him to a little noodle shop in the downtown area.

the dark-furred simian watches from a nearby rooftop as mk and...a disguised dragon? girl? go inside the shop. macaque melds into the shadows, following them in through the half-shuttered doorway. the shop isn't anything to write home about; simple decor, simple noodles, a suspiciously familiar pig demon manning the kitchen, a woman managing the register—

macaque stops cold.

it only takes a second for macaque to get a read on the woman's soul. and upon closer inspection, she looks familiar too.

heartbreakingly familiar. same hair, same eyes... same smile, aimed at mk as she welcomes him. this woman—she's their reader, reincarnated. she has to be. mk makes a joke, something about monkeying around, and the girl laughs; the same joyful sound he remembers from all those centuries ago. it's the same. she's the same.

a shadowy tear makes its way down his incorporeal face. she's here. alive.

he has to tell wukong.

[skirtmag]

5000 Posts and 18 000 followers later, I am dumbfounded by the way this page has grown and has inspired many people to stay true to themselves and continuously explore the beauty of everyday life. I have accomplished many dreams and goals set for this Tumblr and have had the opportunity to engage with an awe-inspiring community of people online. However, all good things have to come to an end and Skirtmag has been superb towards me. I am so thankful and grateful to everyone who has interacted with Skirtmag and is following the page. I will truly always be inspired by the heroes of Skirtmag and its community, but it is time to make room for new adventures, in the words of Elin Kling. This is not goodbye, but rather the beginning of a journey into another creative bracket of the world Skirtmag comes from. The spirit of the Skirtmag woman will live on, and I hope you all continue to identify her in the world and in yourselves. Thank you for the opportunity to participate in the creation of beautiful ideas. Merci Infinitely!!! Loads of love and à bientôt 

[vortex-of-beats]

It’s been a week now.

It’s been extremely difficult to collect my thoughts and say all of the things I wish to say. I truly never imagined that I’d be writing a post such as this one and every time the realization hits me, it kills me. My heart feels completely shattered and it’s proven to be a very tough week to navigate through. Since my blog started with my love for the GazettE, I had to pay my respects here too.

I discovered the GazettE in 2009. I was only 13 years old. The very first song I ever listened to was Filth in the Beauty. I was hooked instantly and from there, my love for them blossomed. They helped me get through some tough times and accompanied me through the good times. I have so many beautiful memories with the GazettE and I hold them very close. From all of the fantastic music, the funny interviews and backstage videos, the numerous albums and memorabilia, the outstanding music videos on repeat, to all of the amazing friends I’ve met along the way. For that, I am forever grateful to them.

In 2016, I had the opportunity to see the GazettE live and meet them in person. I cried like a baby. It was the best concert I’ve ever been to. They blew me away with their performance and stage presence. They were absolutely amazing as always! ❤️ Hearing Vortex live was a dream come true. Seeing them live and in person was a dream come true.

I remember greeting every single member clearly. All of them were super kind with warm smiles and firm handshakes. I’ll never forget how warm and friendly Reita’s smile was. How welcoming and how full of life it was. How firm his handshake was. I hold it all so close to me. Thank you for an awesome concert. You did so well as you always do ❤️

Reita, I can’t believe it’s been a week already. Time feels like it’s passing slower than ever. Losing you has felt like losing a long-time friend. It’s proving extremely difficult to see a future without you. Amidst all of this sadness, I know you’re here with us and you always will be. We will stay strong for you and we will take care of the other members for you. The GazettE will always be 5. ❤️

To our eternal bassist 🌟✨

Whose love and love for music forever remains infinite, thank you for everything. Thank you for the beautiful memories and being an inspiration to so many.

Shine brightly from the sky, Reita.

You’ll live on eternally in all of our hearts. We will always love you and you will be forever missed. ❤️

GAZEROCK IS NOT DEAD!

[ieatmoonrocks]

yk what? I've never thought of it this way, but I'm grateful for my life. i'm grateful for every event that led me to the path of shifting. am I happy about the events of my life? no, definitely not. but, everything that has happened over the course of my life has led the way to where i am now. i'm grateful i'm alive and breathing right now. i'm grateful i've made it far enough to reach this doorway to infinite possibility. i feel like i've been rewarded for making it this far. like: "congratulations! you've survived the test! now here's the key to all happiness!" i deserve this after surviving this long. and yk what else? i'm ready. i'm ready to step through that door and claim the infinite lives i rightfully deserve. it's like the universe was waiting for me to find my strength, watching me endure and grow. now i've been given the opportunity and power to create any reality i can dream of. i'm done thinking i don't deserve more in life, because i do. i deserve everything shifting will bring to me. joy, peace, and freedom. so here i am, standing at that doorway, one step away from endless possibilities, ready to finally live the lives i'm meant to live.

this is my moment. i can finally be happy.

[metalmusingmoments]

heyy, can't sleep either so... scenario where optimus takes the reader to a drive-in theater

thank you! 🫶🏽

Tfp verse?

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Rarely are you and Optimus given the opportunity to have a moment to yourselves. Early on you both realized planning outings never panned out. Relics, Decepticons, government, Ratchet, paperwork… usually in that order. An infinite cycle of obstacles in between you and just some blessed silence for you two to share.

But a miracle had happened one Tuesday evening. It took you a minute to realize it but the base was silent for once. No kids. No Fowler. No one bickering. Sliding your eyes to the right you took in the empty space. No Ratchet.

With the last shackle free you sprung to your feet startling Optimus.

“We need to go now.” You declared grabbing your jacket and bag and making your way down the ladder at an alarming pace.

“What is it? Is something wrong” Optimus was now on his feet scanning the base screens for danger.

“What? No” you laughed. “Sorry…I just realized everyone is out and we very much are not. So let’s change that”. You patted his leg and smiled up at him, but you saw the hesitation on his face.

“Or we could have a cozy night in” you backtracked; dropping your bag from your shoulder. “Up to you Chief”

“No” he replied slowly. Shifting back and giving himself room to transform he popped open the driver side door. “Let’s roll out”.

A large grin broke out across your face as you hopped into the cab and the seatbelt slid into place.

“You’re such a cheeseball”

“I still don’t understand what that means. What is our destination or is there not one?” He inquired.

The million dollar question. Where can you take a semi truck and make it not stand out?

“There’s a drive-in movie theater on the outskirts of town… not sure what’s playing but it’s worth a shot.”

You should have known nothing with substance would be playing at a drive-in on Tuesday night in Jasper, Nevada.

Sharknado was tonight’s pick and you couldn’t help but cringe at this being most likely Optimus first and last time indulging in Earths entertainment willingly.

“Fair warning” you said setting up the little speaker on the dashboard. “This movie is a bit… uh… out there”.

A deep rumble shook the cabin in response.

“I would have to assume so with a name like sharknado… this would seem to be up Miko and Bulkheads ally… as you say”

“Yeah. You’re probably right” you flopped back with a defeated sigh as the movie started. Sharks taking flight and all.

“Y/N… the choice of movie does not matter to me. I am happy that you suggested going out tonight. Rarely do you and I get to spend time to ourselves” the seatbelt tightened briefly as if to reassure you. “I truly am grateful for these moments”.

You let out a thoughtful humming noise before resting your hand on the emblem of his steering wheel speaking quietly “Me too Optimus.”

-1hr and 45mins later-

“Still has to be one of the best-worst movies out there” you muttered. As cars began to pull away and head off into the night.

When the parking lot was almost cleared Optimus still had not spoken.

“Optimus?” You called out and then tried again tapping his steering wheel. No answer. This mech was out cold.

You couldn’t help but smile, you hadn’t even realized he had checked out. You pondered what would be the appropriate way to wake him up. Smashing the horn was probably the equivalent to pots and pans.

Pursing your lips your eyes trailed down to the gear shift and then looked away quickly. Face heating up.

You settled for running your hand gently across the roof of the cabin. “Hey. Movies’ over we gotta ‘roll out’ before we get kicked out. Optimus?” you half whispered.

Lights flicked on and cabin came to life with a shudder.

“I’m here” he replied groggily tightening the belt across your body.

“Time to go” you repeated back to him taking your hand off the roof. The lack of touch seemed to bring him out of whatever drowsy state he was in.

“Apologies… I didn’t mean to-“

“Optimus.” You stopped him “ Anytime spent with you is time I’d never give up. Im grateful for these moments too remember?”

A thoughtful pause before his deep voice filled the cabin “As am I Y/N”.

A/N: any of y’all got that friend that when you turn on a movie ( NO MATTER WHAT IT IS) they’re out like a light. That’s Optimus. It’s cannon. He’s also a not a morning person.

A/NN: I also don’t hate ratchet but I imagine he’s the biggest c*ckblock at the base when it isn’t world ending doom lmao

[l3oba3]

Return any evil eyes back to sender 🧿

I radiate billionaire energy.

I have shifted to the reality where I possess billions of dollars.

Money flows to me effortlessly, and I am a magnet for wealth.

My self-concept has transformed rapidly, and I embody the persona of someone who earns billions just by existing.

I have transcended all 3D limitations.

My thoughts, actions, and beliefs align perfectly with the energy of a billionaire.

Opportunities for wealth are abundant in my life, and I seize them with confidence and ease.

I attract lucrative ventures and investments that multiply my wealth exponentially.

Every cell in my body vibrates with the frequency of abundance.

I am a financial powerhouse, and my presence commands prosperity.

My bank accounts are overflowing, and my financial empire grows every day.

I am living proof that wealth is a state of mind.

I effortlessly attract money from all directions.

Wealth is my natural state, and I am attuned to the endless possibilities the universe offers.

I am in complete harmony with the flow of abundance.

My reality is one of infinite riches and financial freedom.

I am a billionaire, and I carry myself with the confidence and grace that comes with immense wealth.

I inspire others with my success, and my story is one of limitless potential and achievement.

Money loves me, and I love money. Together, we create a life of unparalleled luxury and freedom.

I have unlocked the secrets to unlimited wealth, and I am unstoppable.

My financial success is inevitable, and I embrace it fully.

I am a living testament to the power of a wealthy mindset, and I am grateful for the billions that are mine.

The universe supports my every desire, and I live a life of opulence and joy.

[dissociativediscourse]

Time to blog a little bit on the blog. Blog-style.

So… I disappeared. A lot of stuff happened. All good stuff, at least in the long run!

First off, my DID is officially in remission. I achieved ‘final fusion’ fairly recently, and I’m still continuing to learning how to navigate this new phase of life. Healing from trauma won’t fix all issues; not only is there lifelong maintenance and mindfulness to continue living that Grounded Life™️, but I still have a lot of work to do in other areas! All of it is made so much easier by this healing milestone, however.

I may or may not make a post about my experience with this kind of healing. It’s been beautiful. I’m truly in love with the world around me these days — I truly feel infinitely grateful for the opportunity to be able to truly experience and be present for all of the things that come about — even if some things feel like shit. Whether or not I enjoy what’s happening in the moment, I will forever be grateful for the opportunity to actually live that moment and experience it and have the experience I gain from it right there.

I could rant about all that forever, but that’s for another time. I’m always happy to answer questions about this experience/my experience with FF in general, also!

Other than that, I’ve just been making a bunch of major life changes and improvements! I’m teaching my own class at my synagogue’s religious school. I’m finally for real in college and overachieving. (Therapy, here I come). I may begin working in a local psych unit. I am in a genuinely healthy and loving long-term relationship with another person who is also at this phase in recovery, though not with DID. I volunteer however I can to help with local recovery/support groups. I am sober. I am surrounding myself with people with similar goals and similar drive to achieve them. I joined a Chavurah, lol. I am learning Hebrew and doing well with it! I’m baking a ton. Making chocolates, too, lol. I make kombucha now! There’s so much good in my life right now.

Things really do get better. And I’m still getting used to this kind of life and the work that comes with it. But… I’m prepared for it. I’ve survived the hardest part and come out the other end. Now I’m ready to do more than just survive. I’m ready to live!!!

I guess I just wanted to give a tiny little update. I haven’t really been around lately; I haven’t really been online much in general lately. I’m just… Too busy taking it all in. Life is so precious and beautiful to me at this point that I just can’t stop being and growing and experiencing and living and going and seeing and doing and feeling. I’m thankful to be here.

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Act 14: DREAM CATCHER - Episode 11: Overseas Training

Izumi: Uhh, this is 7th Avenue so…

Tenma: Over there?

Muku: Oh! You're right!

Misumi: We made it~!

Kumon: That's a large crowd!

Kazunari: Pics will look fire no matter where you take them! Yukki, Kumopi, look over here~!

Yuki: Alright.

Kumon: I luv New York! (1)

[Snap]

Kazunari: C’mon, c’mon, you three as well~!

Izumi: (Even though we just got off a 13 hour flight, they're all so lively. That's the Summer Troupe for you.)

Izumi: (But still, this decision to come to the US sure was sudden…)

[Flashback starts]

Yuki: Training in the US?

Tenma: My Father suddenly messaged me.

Tenma: There'll be a film festival soon, so he asked me if we wanted to go to the US for a study trip. Apparently the office will cover the travel costs.

Muku: Eh? The costs!?

Kazunari: If they're paying for it, Furuuche-san will be OK with it too.

Kumon: I wanna go to the US!

Izumi: But is it really okay for us to accept all that..?

Tenma: I think he also feels bad because he couldn't do anything for us during all those troubles with Amadate.

Tenma: I think it's okay for us to go ahead and accept it.

Tenma: The States’ entertainment industry has more to it than just stage plays and musicals.

Tenma: They’re also one of the leading players in design and fashion, so we’ve definitely got lots to gain.

Tenma: Father told me that if we want to win the Fleur Award, Japan's most renown theater award, we as actors need to experience theater at its core.

Yuki: I am interested.

Muku: The fact that Issei-san is active on a worldwide level makes his words all the more convincing.

Izumi: Then… Let's take him up on his offer.

Tenma: Yeah. I think it'll also be a good opportunity for us to refresh our knowledge.

Misumi: Let's go~ to the US!

Kumon: I can't wait to board a plane!

[Flashback ends]

Izumi: (Although a lot happened with Issei-san during the Summer Troupe's debut…)

Izumi: (Right now, he's earnestly supporting Tenma-kun on his road as a stage actor. I'm really grateful.)

Izumi: (Our stay here will be short, but I hope they get inspired and learn a lot of things.)

Muku: If you move a little to the left, the building will be in the picture.

Kazunari: You come too, Director-chan!

Misumi: Let's take a picture together~!

Izumi: Ah, okay!

[Snap]

Kumon: There's so many people~

Yuki: This is a tourist spot, so everyone's taking pictures.

Tenma: It's probably extra crowded cause the film festival is coming up.

Kazunari: I'm so hyped~ There's no way we'd be here if we weren't invited.

Kumon: I wonder if we'll get to meet any world-famous celebs~

Tenma: But first, we have to go to see the show.

Muku: Oh, we should start heading for the theater.

Izumi: The theater is– ah, this way.

-

Kumon: That was so cool~! I feel so woozy, it's like I'm still watching the play!

Tenma: I've never seen a production like this before, and the actors’ performances blew me away.

Tenma: It really reminded me of the infinite possibilities theater holds.

Kazunari: The lighting and the sound were so cool too. Everything was full of power and I could feel the passion! It was like a treasure trove of ideas! 

Misumi: It was so fun~ I couldn't tear my eyes away, I was so excited and my heart was beating super fast!

Kumon: Yeah, yeah. It was like I was on a rollercoaster and felt every emotion at once…

Kumon: I couldn't understand the language, but I felt so many emotions~

Muku: The actors also varied from each other. Not only in their ages, but also in the way they acted…

Muku: It seemed like all of them were taking full advantage of their strengths.

Yuki: The costumes were also great. This is what stage costumes should be like.

Yuki: This really is the real thing. You can tell that all these professionals are competing in order to improve and create something new.

Izumi: (They're all inspired in their own way. I guess there are things you will only understand once you see them up close.)

Izumi: (It's only the first day, but I'm glad we came…)

Muku: It's all in English, but I got a pamphlet.

Kumon: Me too! I can't read it at all though~

Muku: Let's read it bit by bit with a dictionary when we get back to Japan.

Kumon: Yeah! Looking at the credits, there's some people with Japanese-looking names. Like the costumes person, Aiko Kataoka– (2)

Yuki: Ah–

Muku: Do you know them, Yuki-kun?

Yuki: Yeah. She's famous.

Kumon: That so~

Yuki: I see, this person is…

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NOTES:

(1) he says this in english with katakana. figured the luv would be a cute addition

(2) aiko kataoka's name is written in english. i italicized it to make that a bit more clear

[yume4evere]

vampire knight Volume 10 Edition

HINO : Zero , Yuki and Kaname

YUKI: Without Yuki , I wouldn't have been able to start this story. She's a precious girl. When Kaname faced Yuki when she was born, he was so profoundly moved and felt such tenderness towards her that he thought every cell in his body had been rewritten. As for Zero , I think he spent his youth in darkness, filled with nothing but hatred and despair when he hadn't yet met Yuki . Yuki's worries are multi-layered and intense. There are people she wants to cherish. But she is inexperienced and helpless. Yet she is mercilessly forced to make a choice. The feelings she cannot pronounce are abundant. As a result, Kaname had to carry most of the burden, I put you through deep anguish in my opinion. I'm sorry. You joked about it in a Drama CD, but I really have to wonder if you haven't developed baldness with all the stress.

Kaname: You are a cornerstone of the story, but you ended up dealing the main blow of the various drawbacks, starting with my weakness as an author. I'm sorry, Kaname . If only I could go back to that episode… It’s always on my mind. When I think of this person, various thoughts and memories come to mind; I am filled with a feeling of helplessness at not knowing how I should have represented him and it pains me. I feel that...readers who were fans of his probably feel similar feelings.

Zero: Him, whose hair is always affectionately chewed by White Lily , or grabbed by the children he saves when he puts them on his shoulder. The stress he carries is at the highest level in the world of Vampire Knight . I wouldn't be surprised if he developed a bald spot on his head. While he is extremely delicate and vulnerable, he is a strong and reliable person who can be valiant when he has found a resolution. Even in the face of adversity, you tried to remain a kind person and suffered infinitely because of it - you are a person I respect.

Message from the author

Afterword

I would like to express my gratitude again now by writing an afterword in this way after the series has already ended. It's been two years and several months since the series ended. Since that, the series has received special chapters, a stage adaptation, bunko editions, and I've been given plenty of opportunities to sincerely reflect on Vampire Knight .

I thought about how I realized how much I enjoyed drawing Vampire Knight . I myself am amazed by this devotion. I had a lot of regrets during its serial publication and also after its conclusion..."If only I had done such and such, then... Why didn't I believe in myself, have more perseverance and more wisdom at the time?" I am tortured by these regrets. But my love for the series would not allow me to lose hope.

I ardently poured my heart into the finale, right up until the last panel. And fortunately, I was able to assess that my readers understood this, thank you to many for their warm and thoughtful words. I would like to thank them for following Vampire Knight . Thank you for being there in the happy and sad times.

Maybe because there are more special chapters planned, or because deep inside, Vampire Knight is still far from the end and continues to linger in me, I'm pumped up once again. That's why I would be grateful if you follow me a little longer in the world of this story.

September 2015 Matsuri Hino

[aliscntcrres]

task 03 ; the euology

Alison is wearing a simple black dress ... from Prada's Fall 2004 Ready to Wear line. Paired with a simple, light weight, black cardigan. The golden crucifix and Tank Louis Cartier watch she always wears, paired with simple small golden hooped earrings. Sensible black heels. Hair and make up kept simple but elegant. And I know you're all wondering: Benito is not present for the funeral, he's inside the house probably Alison's room enjoying some peace and quiet xx

" I'd like to start by thanking everyone for being here. Coming together on such short notice. As well as Mrs Tristan and her team, all their tireless hard work to put this together in a matter of days. A wildly impressive feat even for the best of the best. "

What the fuck was she doing. A thought that runs constantly through her mind as she stood in front of the crowd of mourners, beside Richard's new grave. Aside from the way she clutched a card in her hands, the quickly written notes upon it, she held herself impeccably well. Like she always did. Politely mingled with guests before the service started, tried to keep an eye on everyone as they faced Richard's death in an undeniable sense– tried to get an idea of what they intended on saying as well, obviously. But she felt insane for it. She felt insane for every conversation she had, every politeness she regurgitated– even the stupid outfit she'd put together. Thank god she was capable of doing what she had to on auto-pilot.

" A man like Richard Woodrow is infinitely rare. To be intelligent and ambitious is one thing. Without them, the career his hard work earned him, many of us may have never crossed paths with him. Certainly we would have never had any of the opportunities he was able to offer us. But to be those things, and then also as kind as Richard was? To have as open a heart as he did? I've never known anyone else even capable of it. And I'm not sure I ever will again, I'm not sure any of us will. "

His name felt like glue and sandpaper in her mouth each time she said it. She knew the formal way she had usually addressed him was entirely inappropriate in this setting. It would be off putting to hear her called him Professor Woodrow and then say the words that were expected of her, and then hear the other wards she spent so much time with share anecdotes and memories of him. But to her? It made her sick to her stomach. That flicker of anger she'd felt when she'd first read Mrs Tristan's letter had been ignored but truthfully it hadn't dimmed. The act she put on so well only fanned the internal fire.

Pause came as she looked at the next note on her card. It told her to share her own anecdote. She'd written down the words 'first meeting' but standing here, staring at those words, feeling the rage burn in her stomach – there was no way. She knew it would make her seem a better person, more relatable, more empathetic. But why did she owe that? Why did she owe it now? So, Alison detoured. If she could escape vulnerability even at a funeral, she might just survive the next few days.

" I won't speak for the others, as you'll hear from them all too. But I can only say how grateful I am for everything he gave me and everything he gave to all of us. From the most basic necessities like a roof over our heads, to education, to health, to confidence, to purpose, to belief in all of us. And to connecting us to one another. "

She could feel her act. Perfectly practised and perfectly in place, it usually felt entirely effortless. Usually it felt real. Her posture, her features, her perfectly calibrated words. Usually her greatest strength, her greatest protection, it felt like her greatest weakness. She wondered if she came across as much of a fraud as she felt. She wondered if she cared what anyone here thought of her. She wondered how much longer the flood gates would hold back the rage and sorrow within her. She wondered how heartless she seemed for not sharing any sort of personal story, no matter how short. She wondered if Professor Woodrow even really liked her, or if she was the start of something that changed when he met Estrella. She wondered it all with a sadness delicately coating her features. Showing that she had the appropriate, solemn feelings about this, but that she was good at holding them back. Exactly what any guest, any of the fellow wards, would expect from her.

" I idolised him endlessly, and I'll miss him dearly. "