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Days like today make me miss handling viscera.
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TRAIN YOUR IMAGINATION
By taking time to imagine the life you want, you will come more familiar with it. Making shifting and manifesting more natural.
Training your imagination is so simple and easy yet so powerful.
SO EASY I CAN GIVE YOU A STEP BY STEP.
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HOW TO TRAIN YOUR IMAGINATION:
1: IMAGINE THE LIFE YOU WANT
(SIMPLE. YOU DO THAT ALL THE TIME.)
2: Immerse yourself imagining
(Let yourself forget about this reality temporary. Think about the little details of that life. Details in the things around you. Are you in a room? Who’s room? What is outside of the room? What can you hear?)
3: Feel the feelings you would feel while being present in that life
(Again, immersing yourself. Use your imagination to your advantage. Feel the shift in mindset.)
4: Do something mindless.
(Imagine yourself walking around or doing something that’s natural for you to do in that life. Something that doesn’t require much thought.)
5: THATS IT.
You just shifted and/or trained your mind to become familiar with your desired life.
#sorry for not posting for like a month btw#shift#reality shifting#reality shift#shifters#shiftinconsciousness#shifting#shiftblr#shifting community#shifting motivation#shifting blog#everything works out for me#manifesation#manifesting#meditate#manifest#void state#loa blog#loa tumblr#loassumption#law of assumption#loablr#loa success#i am so lucky#meditation
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#sir crocodile#dracule mihawk#buggy the clown#cross guild#my art#one piece#crochawk#dump of dumb stuff#i was looking at the old patrick bateman mihawk and ended up drawing axe wielding mihawk again#idk why#im just anxiety coping drawing#i wasnt going to post this but i forgot i scheduled it... omg#anyway im trying to be more free with drawing now and not caring so much#more like how i drew 2-3 yrs ago#if its weird and ugly then its weird and ugly#i also want to draw blackbeard but hes so hard to draw this way. still trying to figure it out#also please imagine crocodile standing with axehawk. i desperately wanted to draw crocodile with him but didnt#theyre axe murdering couple in crime#i took the last ones outfit from the shining#i try to draw lineart directly without a rough sketch stage. its sort of meditative#i'm gonna axe you one last time...
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I’m a Size Medium, Thanks.
Danny is irritated. No actually he is beyond irritated. He is annoyed, he is frustrated, he is…. He’s really fricking irritated and can’t be bothered to remember any more of Jazz’s SAT words.
He continues his glare out the window as he searches for his straw with his mouth.
He just- where is it- thinks it’s a stupid fricking-stupid ass milkshake-he shouldn’t have to basically-gah! Danny snaps his head down to find his suddenly missing straw, only to successfully poke it directly into his eye.
“Ow! Fricken-“ He groans, throwing his head back, and putting his hands to his face, “Mother-tucker, Holy Taming of A Shrew!” He pounds his free hand not cradling his eye on the table, trying not to make more of a scene. Of course, this utterly fails because it immediately tips over his milkshake glass with a clatter as it spills onto his pants, making him jump up with enough force to knock the table over and drop the milkshake glass the rest of the way to the floor.
Danny stares at it with blurry vision and a watery eye. He sighs, “At least-“
The glass shatters.
Danny sighs again, deeper. “Of course.”
He looks up at the restaurant around him. Noticing the many, many people staring at him.
Wonderful.
Danny grimaces, “Sorry, I so didn’t mean for that to happen, uh-“ Danny reaches to straighten the table, fumbling for a second before it stands upright, he steps away from it, “If there’s any way I can help or.. like fix it. I can pay for the cup..” a server comes over to him, “if you want..?”
The server’s dead eyes don’t waver as they silently place a wet floor sign over the spilled milkshake.
“Thanks.”
“Uh huh.”
The server walks away, leaving Danny to sigh all on his own. He leans over to grab his backpack from the booth, checking it over for milkshake before slinging it on his back, thankfully clean.
He makes it one step forward before he feels the floor go out from under him. Ah gravity. His greatest enemy. This is karma for all those times he’s ignored it, isn’t it?
The wind is knocked out of him when his back slams to the floor, cushioned by the dulcet sounds of his bag crunching against broken glass.
He looks up at the wet floor sign.
The man on the yellow plastic mocks him.
Danny sighs.
He curses his stupid luck.
He curses this stupid city.
Then he curses himself because he knows any of this stupid city’s curses end up affecting him anyways.
Danny gets to his feet, ignoring the feeling of milkshake on his hands and his… everywhere.
He trudges out of the diner without looking back. At least he’d already paid for it.
He grimaces at the milkshake handprint on the door, trying to wipe it away with his shirt and only succeeding in making it worse.
Danny catches the eyes of the server inside, staring at him, eyes progressively more annoyed.
Danny puts his hands up in surrender and backs away.
Directly into a person. Only his milkshake covered self prevents him from being hit with anything more than the man’s scathing glare.
He puts his hands back up and moves away to dodge everybody else on the sidewalk. Along with the occasional ghost. Visible only to him of course.
By the time he has managed to escape the sidewalks into an alley, he is certain there is a trail of slightly sticky businessmen behind him.
Danny crouches to swing his backpack down in front of him and take stock. Okay, he could put his sweatshirt on over it… but it would also get ruined… damn it.
Danny looks around, checking every inch of the alley for cameras and then backing himself into a corner just to be safe. The flicker of intangibility is barely noticeable except for the wet squelch of milkshake remnants dropping to the alley floor. Lovely.
And of course, the flash of every single Gotham ghost in the area becoming visible and almost tangible for a split second. Also… lovely. There’s a couple startled shouts on the street.
Maybe an alleyway was not the best place for that.
Danny slides his sweatshirt on over his shirt to at least pretend like he was covering a mess and then shimmies out of the alley while trying to make as little contact with ghosts as possible.
He’s almost completely certain he looks crazy as all get out if the stare he gets from a passerby means anything.
Of course… now he’s left glaring across the street again.
He can feel the Infini-Map burning a hole in his backpack. It said this was the next place a natural portal would open and get him back home.
It just didn’t say… when that portal would open.
But of course, it’ll be right in the middle of somebody’s store. Usually not an issue. Except again, this stupid city’s curses are attracted to his energy, so of course the store couldn’t be literally ANYTHING ELSE!
Danny glares at the stupid fricking sign and the stupid predictable pun and the stupid neon hand in the front window waving at him.
‘The Claire Witch Project: psychic, medium, and Claire-voyant’
Danny is on day three of simultaneously avoiding the entire building while remaining close enough he can be there when the portal forms.
He is dirty, tired, and running out of money. In short, Danny is starting to lose hope on this endeavor.
The worst part?
He has the perfect solution.
There’s a pathetic little piece of printer paper taped to the inside of the window.
‘Help wanted’
When he’d first gotten here, Danny had followed the infini-map all the way to this horrific city, seen the sign, and turned a quick 180. He’d rather die again thanks.
He’d smacked into two billboards just coming into the city, and there was literally no stars, why would he want to stay here till the portal opened when he could just find another?
Except.. Danny’s eye twitches dangerously as he thinks back on it- except there wasn’t another portal. This was it. For the foreseeable future, he either caught this portal or was stranded for whoever knows how much longer.
Danny sighs again and dreads his continued existence. He looks both ways on the street, takes a step forward, nearly gets run over, steps back, and turns for the nearest crosswalk.
Fine. He could follow rules if it meant increasing his chances of leaving.
He tries to hold in the sigh this time, he really does, he swears.
Not the one before he opens the shop door though, that sigh deserved freedom from his trials. It joins the myriad of whispy translucent shades lingering in the store. Because of course there was just enough spiritual energy in here for them to be visible to him.
“Hey there!” A girl in loose fitting colorful clothing appears from behind a corner, “I’m Claire! How can I help your life journey today?” He can see the way her bulky crystal hair accessories sway with her movements. What was he getting into here again?
Danny tries to ignore the incense shoving itself up his nose as he speaks, “Hey, I was…” He was really doing this huh? “Hoping that the help wanted position is still available?”
The girl looks him over as she moves to the back of the checkout counter. The clear observation makes him nervous, and he takes his hands out of his pockets to try and look marginally more… candidate-able.
“You have experience?”
“Sure d-“ He wants to throw up in his own mouth, ancients this is so cringe, just let him die, “Sure do!” He says through choked back vomit and false cheer, “I’m a…” -barf- “I’m a medium.”
“Oh don’t worry about that, you don’t need a uniform, I don’t need your size silly!”
Danny blinks. What? Also. What?
“Wait-I’m hired?”
Claire pauses from getting something from under the counter, “Didn’t I already say that?”
“Uh…” Danny’s eyes dart around the shop, “No?”
“Oh well, you are, you have the right vibes, don’t worry,” she slides a few papers onto the glass counter, and Danny is abruptly, horrifically reminded he has no legal documents to speak of here. He thinks. He hasn’t actually checked.
Crap.
“Of course, most of my clients pay in cash, so I’ll pay you in cash too just to make it easier, and any crystal sales I’ll just add to it. Sound good?”
“Sure?” Oh no, is this gonna be Danny’s first real job? “But I don’t know anything about crystals. I have a goth friend but she’s not into that stuff.”
Claire waves his comment away, “Oh no worries, I can leave a packet.”
Danny nods, “Thank- wait, sorry. Leave?”
Claire laughs, pulling out a bag from behind her counter, “Yes I leave for a trip in two days. Family things you know,”
Danny feels like his brain is being scrambled, “Oh, what, what happened? Is everything okay?”
Claire looks at him, blinking wide, “What? Why would anything have happened?”
“Because… you said, you were leaving for-“
“Just don’t want to get caught in a bad position, you know how it is.”
Some of the shades stir in the air, their misty movements twitching with agitation enough to draw his eye for a second.
“Right. Well I’m glad I came when I did then,” Danny says, because he still doesn’t want to be rude.
Claire smiles at him.
Danny pats his hands against his sides awkwardly, trying not to look up at the movement of the shades intertwined with incense smoke at the ceiling.
There’s a little jingle behind him, which he belatedly realizes is the door when Claire moves to greet them before he can even turn around.
“Ms. Jives! Wonderful to see you! How’s the goldfish?”
Ms. Jives turns out to be a slightly older woman, maybe early seventies with a cane but she looks good. The coffee brown hair is almost certainly a dye job but it frames her wrinkled face well.
“Oh Jim is lovely dear, much better this way, I bought him a new plant just the other day, he just loves it.”
“Good, here for your reading right?”
“I am! But you can finish up with your customer first if you need,” Ms. Jives says. Claire waves her concern away.
“No need, this is Danny, I just hired him, he has a similar mystical connection.”
“Oh that’s lovely,” Ms. Jives says as she passes by him, “Would you like to come with dear? Claire is going to do a reading for me.”
Danny grimaces, “Sure.”
In the end, by the time Ms. Jives makes it slowly to the back room, Danny is trying to think of where he’s gonna sleep tonight. He mostly zones out when Claire dims the lights and starts talking nonsense.
All he heard was “something something card, something something magician something reversed something something balance something something chihuahua.”
Ok, maybe he wasn’t listening. But he was trying to focus on not staring at the movement of the shades, and the incense was mega strong and Claire had some weird ass music playing. He’s almost certain she’s faking everything. Down to the atrociously bright bead earrings.
Danny sags when she finishes, all too happy to leave the weird little curtain covered room.
He stands in the front awkwardly while Ms. Jives pays, twiddling with the various crystals and trying to figure which ones are actually y’know.. mystical or whatever.
Answer? Surprisingly most of them. That he could tell, at least, but it’s not like he actually knows how to sense that out on purpose. He’s pretty sure a couple of the heart shaped rose quartzes are complete duds but what does he care.
He’s thoroughly bored by the time Claire calls him back over. Apparently to tell him that he’ll do a reading tomorrow.
“Tomorrow?!” Danny blurts, “Don’t you want to like- I don’t know, make sure I can- or like.. I don’t know, but tomorrow?”
Claire just smiles at him, “I believe you can handle it, trust me.”
‘Trust you? Lady, I just met you and you’ve been nothing but crazy the whole time!’ Danny wants to say, instead, he keeps his mouth shut and nods with what he’s sure is fear in his eyes.
Then she’s pressing something into his hands and when he looks down it’s a key. A key. There’s no way-
“So be here 9am sharp, Danny! You can open up and I’ll come in later!” Claire starts pushing him towards the door, “And Mr. Wayne should be waiting for you when you get here!”
Danny turns around to catch himself in the doorframe, “Mr who will be what now!? Wait, Ms. Claire, Ma’am- why-!” He stops to lower his volume and ask politely, “Why am I doing this? You don’t even know me,” Danny says, one leg still in the store.
Claire smiles, “Because the universe told me to silly! See you tomorrow! Here’s my number!” Then she slaps a sticky note to his chest with enough finality that Danny takes a step back. The door closes with a click and ring of the bell inside.
Danny stares at the door with his eye twitching for at least a minute.
What the hell did ‘the universe told me to’ even mean, you kook!?
Danny sighs and looks down at the sticky note, quickly inputting the number in his phone before something happens to it.
He’s barely hit save when he finally steps away from the shop front and…. is immediately drenched to the bone.
Because apparently it’d been pouring rain and he simply hadn’t noticed from under the awning.
He watches as blue ink slides off the sticky note in little sad face streaks.
Danny sighs.
#batman#danny phantom#batfam#danny fenton#dc#danny phantom crossover#batman and robin#bruce wayne#tim drake#jason todd#dick grayson#Richard Grayson#Timothy Drake#Damian wayne#Damian al Ghul#I need it to be explicitly clear that the girl is not wearing:hoop earrings#a hair wrap#belly dancing skirt#heavy makeup#she is very much kombucha-Yerba matte-cowry shell-rose quartz-meditation-spirituality-veggie life white girl psychic#okay#in no way does she emanate Romani psychic vibes#not because she’s culturally sensitive or anything- shes not -she’s just like this naturally#anyways#alfred pennyworth#Gotham#dpxdc#dp x dc#psychic Danny Fenton#this is a Constantine free post keep him out of this I’m sick of him and don’t want to hear about his loser personality
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Can Luka do anything magical? Since you said he’s a kind of lindworm boy my mind went to “turns into a snake” or just is kinda snake-like, but since you put him in the “fae” category is he more similar to Adrien and Zoe (in the sense that he takes names or exerts influence on people)?
yea he's got smoke. technically he's sort of "cursed" to have snake-like attributes until he's married, and if Juleka gets married before him he'll straight up turn into a wyrm, but its fine. they both know about the terms of his curse, so Juleka bullies him all the time about getting a girlfriend lmao
#changeling au#my art#luka couffaine#they also know how to keep it under wraps#music helps a lot#meditation. incense#shit like that
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Reading svsss really puts into perspective just how MIRACULOUSLY normal Hua Cheng turned out despite his arguably worse circumstances.
#obviously he's not NORMAL normal but for a man with an 800yo obsession he's very respectful of boundaries and relationships outside of him#the only individual he actually resents for wanting gege's attention is his own fkn scimitar#bro was white knuckle gripping his sanity the whole time#sat meditating in the kiln like “i am healthy i am wealthy i am rich i am that bitch if i take my god for granted i hope i die in a ditch”#this is not binghe bashing im genuinely amazed#heaven official's blessing#tian guan ci fu#tgcf#scum villain self saving system#svsss#mxtx#hua cheng#xie lian#hualian
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zantetsu needs to ditch those fake ass glasses and that crunchy hair gel bruh ik he’s trying to look smart and dignified but he is so FINE without them
HE LOOKS LIKE A SHOUJO MALE LEAD PLEASEEEE
#he’s so stupid i love him#like the DEFINITION of a himbo omg his character wiki is so cute#‘his strengths are that he's honest a good guy and an eager learner’#‘he spends his holidays meditating and walking his family's dog’#HE’S SO CUTEEE if only he didn’t look so goofy 90% of the time#hair down zantetsu you will always be famous (to me)#tsurugi zantetsu#blue lock
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the chairman of the tortured poets department
#the more i meditate on “my muses acquired like bruises” the more i hear his voice.#thanm you kath's post.
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Funny bit but made me overthink and freak out a little
#dropout#tw gore#dropouttv#dropout tv spoilers#adventuring party spoilers#adventuring party#d20#dimension 20#d20 spoilers#never stop blowing up spoilers#nsbu spoilers#nsbu#never stop blowing up#nsbu gifs#brennan lee mulligan#brennanleemulligan#brennan lee mulligan gifs#brennan lee mulligan edit#ally beardsley#rekha shankar#ify nwadiwe#jacob wysocki#alex song xia#izzy roland#An Evil Guided Meditation#adventuring party season 17 episode 10#edit#gifset#I'm fine!#like and/or reblog!
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Ohhh just watched The Immunity Syndrome
Going to be rotating mcspirk in my head all night long
#McCoy almost sounding like he was going to cry at the end there ruined me#ugh#I need to meditate on this#my art#star trek#mcspirk#spock#james t kirk#bones mccoy#leonard mccoy#james kirk#s'chn t'gai spock#if it’s not clear that meme is what Spock is feeling not what he sees the other two as
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Hello Tumblr I am back and I bring you Lloyd and Arin!
They're atempting meditation together but clearly baby dragons can be very distracting. Big dragon boy Yoshi is peacefully sleeping in the background tho <3
#ninjago#ninjago fanart#digital art#ninjago lloyd#lloyd ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#lloyd garmadon#ninjago master lloyd#oc#ninjago arin#ninjago riyu#these two sillies meditating and bonding like fathwr and son i adore them#emiruart
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— A flaccid full-length play based on nothing other than the superficial observations of the vampire Sam, his meditation on vampiric existence and enduring. — Strange, I remember you racing back from rehearsals to tell me how ambitious the conceit was.
#iwtvedit#iwtv#interview with the vampire#armand#one reason i love making gifsets is that while i'm scrolling around looking for things i notice moments i completely missed#and maybe never would have spotted otherwise#anyway imho armand is lowkey blinking back tears here. those angsty meditations on the awfulness of being a vampire have him CHOKED UP.#louis is right he was eating that shit up.#idk idk maybe i'm reading too much into it. but that's really what it looks like to me.
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feeling very normal about this rn
#ronan and blue man#i love them aaaaaazjsjjj#like he’ll be waiting in DARKNESS just after witnessing his dead dad in the lake#he’ll be meditating alone yeah im fina totally fine#the raven cycle#trc#ronan lynch#blue sargent
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˚✧ DARK SOULS 3 ∞ ° ˎˊ˗
#dark souls#dark souls 3#ringed city#darksoulsedit#gamingedit#*mgifs#*medits#*ds#more like the ringed shitty
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I like birdsong and wildflowers and swirling leaves and the busy colourfulness of the other three seasons, but there's something so... unanxious about winter walks, to me. The minimalist black-and-white stillness empties the mind of noise and nonsense like nothing else.
#crawling along#maybe what feels like meditative calm is just the cold numbing my thoughts#but i'll take it
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pov: you're about to die in the gayest way imaginable
#relatable#I REWATCHED AMOK TIME LAST NIGHT#GET READY FOR YOUR DASH TO BE GAY AS HELL#spirk#spock#star trek#tos#i've spent all morning enhancing/editing hehehe#it's like meditation (lie)#my phone is full of 42978 photos of gay sex in the desert#let's hope i don't die in the next 24 hrs#that'd be embarrassing#amok time#pon farr#screencaps#leonard nimoy#meme#my edit#gay rights
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