#discouragement is so draining

[sagekjs21]

That moment when you realize that something you haven't felt in months has just returned: you're feeling of hope.

[bberetd]

eepy mareachy

[beybuniki]

What are your best tips for drawing? Ur art is so pretty 😭

im sorry but giving useful answers to these very big questions is so hard im sorry ydjhnv, i can only regurgitate what every other artist will tell you, practice very frequently and do hundredds of quick and small studies instead of one great study, observe from real life, and don't compare yourself to others! look back at your older art and appreciate how far you've come instead :) also stay very fond of everything you draw please dont strive for perfectionism you are not a corporation your illustrtations dont have to be perfect and clean etc! have fun:))

[ciderjacks]

being an artist means everyone suggesting u go into an art career or art school and being smart means saying Hell No every time

[navramanan]

Would give anything to have a little friend group i feel like i belong to

[ssahotchnerr]

there’s nothing more frustrating than wanting to write but not being able to bring yourself to 😭

[angelicgarnet]

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[battybiologist]

While I am happy that the Hague's ruling is leaning towards a condemnation of Israel, we can't relent in our efforts.

Not only because this is merely a preliminary ruling, but because the ICJ does not have executive power over the Israeli occupation. The IDF is free to violate their ruling at any time, at the cost of being deemed international criminals, which has never stopped them before.

Moreover, even if the Israeli government complied, the legal outcome alone is a return to the status quo. Gaza was under siege long before 2023, and the apartheid still stands.

I am not trying to discourage you: this is an unprecedented amount of support behind Pro-Palestinian advocacy, and we now have to decide if we'll use this opportunity to work towards the end of Israeli occupation of Palestine, or walk away from the issue now that the genocide is reeled back in.

So if you're tired, if you're drained, please, let this small victory embolden you and let's double our efforts.

From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free.

[rubys-domain]

i hate the marechaussee domain

[lunacornfan2k24]

How can I say that my adult sister is spoiled without sounding like a bitch?

[blu3n]

[ Could you please write something like Jason and her are already in a relationship, but she doesn't know he's Red Hood and she falls and Red Hood catches her and he starts flirting she is all "I have a boyfriend, back up" and she goes back home and tells Jason everything complaining about the Red Hood and Jason sits there with a smirk enjoying her ranting? Maybe she punches him in the stomach and comes home and sees Jason has a matching bruise? Honestly, I leave the writing to the writers..😅 ]

@angel-eyes-777

Author: thanks for asking! 🐞

Description: You had no idea Jason was from Red Hood

For several reasons, Jason wouldn't tell you that he was Red Hood, both to spare you from the atrocities he committed and for fear that you would leave him when you found out what he did.

He would feel bad about it, his mind would be so tight that he would almost speak as soon as you asked him something about it, but he did it to protect you from the evil that he was.

He would cry a lot if you left him, Jason loves you and doesn't want to be left alone again.

When you found out he would freeze, try to stop you from leaving or want your attention on him so you wouldn't stop to think about how violent he seemed.

It was cold in Gotham City, the wind blowing in your face making your skin colder than usual. Your work shift was quite tough, your grumpy boss pulling your foot to deliver piles and piles of work.

Letting out a sigh of discouragement, you try to cross the street, taking a shortcut that was sometimes convenient. So focused on your stress and headache, you couldn't see the huge hole that was in front of you..

.Before you could fall, you felt a pair of firm and strong hands holding you, saving you from falling into that place.

Red hood you look up, observing that familiar face that you saw on TV, usually not frowned upon by society as an anti-hero or something like that.

"We usually look where we're going, gatinha?" Sua voz era sedutora e profunda, faria qualquer garota se apaixonar por ele em um minuto se ele quisesse.

"Thanks for saving me, now I'm going," saying firmly, you walk past him, after all, your boyfriend was waiting for you at home so you could sleep together in a warm bed for another day.

"Hey, what's the rush, baby?" He holds your wrist with his rough and thick fingers, his touch soft.

"I said no, and that's it." When she realized that this guy wouldn't leave you alone, in an act of self-defense she punches him in the stomach, making him grunt in pain and bend over a little.

Without wasting time, you run back home, trying to hurry, you just wanted to go back and see your boyfriend again.

When you walked through the door, you noticed that he had something in his stomach and the TV was on.

Jason looks at you with an amused expression. He never told you about his Red Hood persona, and he managed to hide it surprisingly well throughout your relationship. The TV was on, covering a news story about how Red Hood saved some kids from a burning building.

You stopped and sighed as you walked into the house "I don't have much to say about him, he saved me from falling down the drain but he's still a flirt" she says in disgust

"Well, he saves people, doesn't he?" he says nervously, running his fingers through his hair so as not to look as nervous as he looked.

Following your eyes to his abdomen she frowns and realizes something was wrong, moving slowly towards him you see the same mark on his abdomen. "What?" without even needing to ask properly he already collapses in front of you knowing that you found out.

"i'm sorry- baby please- baby" jason stands up the pain stinging in his stomach he tries to reach out to touch you desperate for you not to leave "please don't leave me..."

"No, no, I won't leave you" your voice soothes him and he holds onto you holding you there...needing your warmth and your love, the rest of the night you two slept together while he clung to you

he loves you.

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🪼 Thank you for requesting the writing, and I hope it is what you asked for.

[lunasblunt]

about you

SFW!!!!

pairing: logan howlett x original fem!mutant character

summary: in the midst of a mission, terra, a mutant with the ability to manipulate earthly elements, convinces logan to leave the hotel room they’ve been confined in

suggested song: about you by the 1975 another pretty basic one ik but i always associate this song w the beach at night i just think it’s perfect for this

CW: drunk/intoxicated characters, sliiiight nsfw??? they swim in their underwear…., otherwise just fluff + some angst ig at the end

A/N: i have been so obsessed w the idea of this for so long u guys have no idea.

***not related to barracuda!!! just a fun little oneshot :)

terra slugs back a shot of whiskey straight from the bottle, trying her hardest not to make a face as logan watches her.

the two had finally started to get along, and it wasn’t everyday logan shared his liquor with anyone.

this mission had really gotten the best of them. they were drained, discouraged and sick of the hotel room the professor had provided them. it was only a matter of time before the two went crazy from staring at the same striped wallpaper.

“i don’t know how you do it,” the girl shakes her head, not fond of the taste lingering in her mouth. “whiskey is not my friend.”

logan lets out a low chuckle, taking a swig the second the bottle is back in his grip.

there’s a beat of silence, the voices of neighboring hotel rooms the only thing breaking the stillness. logan lets out a content sigh as he rests the bottle down. he was finally pretty tipsy, a feeling he’d been waiting on for the past few hours. terra, however, was already quite intoxicated; tossing back shots of tequila at the bar like it was nobody’s business.

a faint ticking of a clock causes the brunette to jump up. she was itching to leave that damn room, and if she heard that clock tick any longer she knew it wouldn’t end well.

“don’t you just…” she starts, propping herself up by sitting on her feet. logan turns his head slowly, savoring the sensation he’d accomplished. “want to get out?”

the man hums in response. she had a point. the two were trapped in this loop of visiting the bar, pretending to be people they’re not, then heading back to the hotel room.

it was starting to get exhausting.

on the other hand, logan knew he couldn’t disobey charles’s direct orders. his wise, trusting voice rang in logan’s ears.

“the professor gave us specific instructions.” he runs a hand through his hair. “it wouldn’t be smart to leave.”

terra rolls her eyes at this. in what world was logan, the wolverine for god’s sake, all for following rules?

“oh come on,” she says with a frown, not taking no for an answer. she scoots closer to him, softly poking a finger into his shoulder. “live a little.”

logan can’t suppress the genuine laugh that escapes his lips.

he’d lived a little too much. two hundred years under his belt… and counting.

with a sigh, logan stands from his seat on the floor. he gives a knowing look to the girl sat in front of him, then turns on his heel to grab his hotel key, reluctantly agreeing.

as the two walk further from the building, logan realizes he has no idea where the pair are even headed.

“so what’s your plan, princess,” the sarcastic nickname rolls off his drunken tongue. “just frolic around the streetlights at midnight? thrilling.”

terra rolls her eyes at the man’s remarks, then reaches for a hand.

“i need to show you something.”

something about the soft tone in her voice, or maybe the way her subtle smirk lit up her face as she turned to him, made the hair on logan’s arms stand. he found himself letting her lead the way without putting up fight, trying to piece together whatever feeling just washed over his body.

terra sports a mischievous grin as she reaches the beach she had taken note of just days before. she’d been dreaming about this area of town ever since she saw it and was eager to finally sink her feet into its sand.

when logan steps onto the beach, he mentally curses himself for not knowing any better. of course her of all people would bring him by the water in the middle of the night.

“the beach.” logan snarls, running his tongue over the inside of his cheek as he examines the area.

“it’s nice, isn’t it?” the girl takes in the fresh ocean air, still smiling.

logan lets a moment of silence linger between them, listening to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.

it was kind of nice.

as if a switch had been flipped, terra's quiet aura was suddenly replaced by a burst of energy she had been holding back for nights.

“come on!” she nudges the man toward the spot where the water meets the sand, her toes curling as its cold temperature runs over her bare feet.

logan watches, or supervises, rather, as terra drunkenly spins around, ankles deep, careless of her actions.

something about this felt so peaceful, grounding even. maybe it was witnessing someone truly care for the world around them, or maybe it was seeing how the girl no longer seemed concerned with his opinion of her. this was a side of her he’d never really seen. he wished he could capture the moment properly.

he tries to ignore the way that same feeling from earlier grew in his stomach, wishing he’d brought the whiskey with him.

“wanna go in?” terra asks, breaking logan out of his thoughts.

“huh?”

“the water.” she laughs, hiccuping a bit. “do you want to swim?”

logan furrows his brows in disbelief. was she serious?

“no.”

“come on, logan,” she pleas, turning to face him directly. she inches toward him, reaching out for his hands. logan gulps. “when was the last time you went out and did something, i don’t know… spontaneous?”

logan rolls his eyes silently. she was on fire with the old jokes tonight.

“we’ll go in our underwear, so we have something dry to come back to.” she pauses, trying to cling onto the idea that maybe, just maybe he’d go in with her.

no response.

as terra begins to lose all hope, logan starts to peel off the black t-shirt that had been covering his torso.

within seconds, the wavy haired brunette found herself giggling up a storm as she stripped from her clothes; logan tossing his aside and making his way to the water before she’d even gotten to her skirt.

“logan!” she calls out after him, rushing over as the water starts to reach his knees.

thinking back on it, logan would say his first mistake of the night was waiting for her to catch up. the sight of terra jogging into the ocean in nothing but a bra and panties was something, but the fact that the fabric was practically transparent made the feeling in his stomach spread down to his pants.

logan had to squeeze his eyes shut so he didn’t make a fool of himself.

“cold?” she snaps him out of his second daze of the night.

“yeah, cold.”

when they get far enough, terra starts to swim around, floating on her back and practicing all the strokes she can think of. logan watches, trying to seem like his drunken mind wasn’t a shit show.

eventually, the girl makes her way over to him. she smiles as she rests her arms around his neck, their foreheads inches from each other. she plays with the ends of his now soaked hair as she catches her breath, a smile plastered on her mouth.

logan tenses up, his heart starting to race.

she looks up at the moon that sits above them, thankful of its existence, admiring its beauty and the way it lit up the night sky like their own personal nightlight.

“the moon looks so beautiful.” she speaks, allowing herself to lean the side of her head against the man’s chest, still staring directly at it.

logan nods in agreement, trying to seem interested, but he can’t seem to tear his eyes from the scene below him. he took in the angle he had of her, her head buried in his chest as the light of the moon formed a twinkle in her eye.

“a waxing gibbous.” she adds, chuckling. a brief silence falls over the two of them. she glances up at logan, who’s still mesmerized by this “new” version of her, her eyes wide and clueless.

before she thinks to question his unusual behavior, terra watches as the man’s gaze lowers to her mouth. when their eyes reconnect, the silence continues to float between them.

without a second thought, terra leans in, pressing her lips to his.

logan’s taken aback at first, not expecting that bold of a move, but then leans into her touch; cupping a hand around the side of her face as he deepens the embrace.

for a moment everything feels right, their drunken bodies molding into each other under the stars.

until logan rips his face from hers, turning with a furrowed brow.

the silence between them is known all too well.

terra stares blankly at the man before her, caught off guard and blushing with embarrassment. her mind scrambles to think up any possible way she can fix whatever just happened. they were finally at a good point and she decided to mess it all up.

she felt so stupid.

“logan…” she starts, unsure of what she even wanted to say.

he carries himself out of the water, shaking his head with an angry, regretful look painted on his face.

what had she done? for a split second, terra just wants to scream. that is, until the sound of a voice began to echo inside her head.

“terra,” it sighs, unimpressed. terra can’t help the knowing shiver that runs down her spine. “you shouldn’t be out.”

the girl’s head snaps to the shoreline, where she can make out the figure of a red-haired girl and a man standing beside her.

jean… and scott.

logan can be seen snatching up his clothes from the sand silently as terra forces herself out of the water.

this was humiliating.

terra didn’t think jean could tell them off anymore than she already had on the walk back, but when the four finally made it up to the hotel room she was still able to scrounge up just a bit more.

“charles trusted you,” she goes on, pacing back and forth like a tired parent. “figuring you could handle yourselves as grown adults, and you deliberately went and disobeyed him.” terra lets the ball of clothes in her hands cover her partially exposed body. she felt like a teenager again. “not to mention all of this!” she gestures towards the countless amount of empty bottles that had been shared between both terra and logan.

logan sits himself down on the bed as jean scolds them, clearly not wanting to hear it. he knew he shouldn’t have let them leave. he felt like a fucking idiot for letting that ditzy girl drag him out.

“tomorrow night we’ll be attending you, making sure you’re taking care of what needs to be.” scott adds as the couple heads for the door. “clean yourselves up until then.”

“and logan,” jean starts, making eye contact with the wolverine for the first time the entire night. “stay focused.”

with that, the two shut the door behind them, leaving the pair anxious and frazzled.

“logan…” the same, soft tone of voice escapes terra’s lips. she still didn’t know what to say, but she knew she needed to apologize.

logan doesn’t answer. instead, he tosses his shirt at her chest with a scoff.

“put on some fucking clothes.”

[m4rried2the-moon]

( pick a cup ) what do your guides want you to know?

hello again !! hope this finds you well ^^ trying to post more consistently but having trouble with questions so i kept this one simple! with an exciting summer ahead, here are some messages from your guides! take what resonates and listen carefully to your intuition.

pile one - a dark cup of joe

“ time to wake up ! ”

+ ten of swords, king of rods (rx?) (cl: king of coins, ace of coins), seven of swords (cl: queen of wands)

— your guides want you to know that what is ending is only the beginning. it's important for you to trust your new ideas and divine inspirations right now, because there is some sort of fatality fast approaching for you. this is not entirely negative, it may be a long time coming actually.

☕ for some of you, they are almost yelling at you /lh. the king of rods possibly in reverse tells me that if you are thinking about taking action else right now—don't. if this action is to break away from something that you think isn't working, hold your horses !

☕ this may very well be a test of patience. clarified by the ace and the king of coins tells me that you are starting a new project/have received a blessing and instead of nurturing and taking it at face value, you may be unsure.

☕ lastly, the queen of rods came first and the seven of swords came flying out after. what you put your energy into is what you get, no matter what. it's easy to rob yourself of this opportunity by thinking it's false or all in your head—spirit says 'take the damn cup' lol.

pile two - an aromatic cup of tea

“ let it warm your soul and strengthen you ”

+ two of swords (cl: four of cups, strength), the sun (cl: the star) and ten of cups (rx?) (cl: the world).

— your guides want you to know that a very tough decision of yours has already found its answer, but you may not have fully accepted it. it will take a significant amount of bravery to face this, perhaps it requires some meditation and strength to reach this hard truth but your strength will carry you. it already is.

☕ rejoice in pleasure, in the novelty of what you have been inspired by. let this hope pour into you, let it guide you to doing exactly what you need to do. your guides want to encourage you to go after your creative pursuits and to use the downloads you've been receiving from them. some of you may have struggled for this clarity and spirit wants you to run with it!

☕ you know your answer to what no longer serves you now, but what will you do with it? happiness and bliss show up for you when you acknowledge that even if your circumstances are discouraging right now, you have the answer you need. your guides want you to let go of juggling unnecessary responsibilities while you can for now. this may look like saying 'no' to what may drain you or take focus away from your vision of the future.

☕ lastly, your guides want you to gather as much as your wisdom and strength you can and build the courage to fight back against what you are so defeated by right now. they want you to know that there are gifts and celebrations at the end of the finish line, you have it in you and the world is at your disposal.

pile three - ah damn! spilled the coffee

“ no use crying ! ”

+ five of wands, (cl: king of wands, the fool) two of cups (cl: the chariot), ace of coins

— you guides want you to use your leadership and direction to navigate the challenges or conflict you may be facing right now. if you are currently finding yourself in the midst of chaos, take your own way out! look for a new direction, the opportunity is ripe!

☕ there is a connection that you are in right now that may be new, this could be a gateway to something very powerful. the chariot here tells me that this may have taken a lot of effort to get to this place, but now is the time to embrace it and let it flourish. or this could be after a period of hardship.

☕ might say some of you are more similar to pile two in which you are leaving what no longer serves you, too. some of you could have used this determination and divine guidance to move out of a relationship that wasn't working. some of you are moving away from a shabby relationship into a more fitting one. either way your guides are urging you to move on from unrequited relationships.

☕ lastly, if you are either moving away from a poor partner/job/choice, you are ultimately being given a second chance if you choose to explore and find better. there are always more fish in the sea!

hope this helped and you got everything you needed! if so, please don't forget to like / reblog <3

[akutasoda]

pain of healing [part 2]

synopsis - how are they with an s/o who is a 'self-sacrificing' healer

includes - chuuya, fyodor, nikolai, sigma

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight angst, small mentions of injuries, wc - 708

a/n: requested by a lovely person ^^

chuuya nakahara ★↷

↪originally, he never gave a second thought about your ability. but then he realized how the port mafia didn't exactly have any healers and so most of the casualties were put down to you - or more accurately the casualties for people that benefited the more valued members.

↪he didn't mind necessarily, you were much more selfless and willing to help than anyone else there. if anything he liked how sweet you were to everyone, helping out as many as you could using your ability to heal them.

↪by no means he would ever tell you what to do, but when he noticed just how much your ability drained you, he couldn't help but step in. not necessarily forcing you to stop, mainly because he knew that was a hopeless endeavor, but because it was your choice.

↪chuuya would start doting on you more however, always checking up on you when he could to make sure that you never overdid yourself and caused yourself real pain.

fyodor dostoevsky ★↷

↪fyodor claimed to hate all abilities, and yours was no different. he never liked it in the first place but he would have to admit how useful it could be - although that would never be said to your face and that he wouldn't like you helping those he deemed “enemies”

↪admittedly he would discourage you from ever using it, even on himself. but he knew deep down you wouldn't listen. your kindness was something he didn't have and so he knew that you'd help others.

↪however his insistence only became worse when he found out about how much of a toll it took on you. fyodor would rather have his lover safe and well than anyone else, not even himself because he always had a fallback option - you didn't have that.

↪occasionally, he would ask someone to keep an eye on you because he hated the idea of you draining all your energy and hurting yourself just for someone else.

nikolai gogol ★↷

↪nikolai barely cared for your ability. it's not as if he hated it or was trying to be rude, it just simply wasn't what he noticed most when he was around you. a healing ability wasn't common among abilities but it still didn't bother him.

↪the only time it really concerned him was when he saw you helping others who were hurt. perhaps he was much more selfish than you, but he didn't really see why you should waste your ability on others who wouldn't help you in return, most likely.

↪nikolai really didn't like it when he knew how much it drained you. the pain you put yourself through wasn't worth the help you provided others in his opinion.

↪if he knew you were out and he hadn't seen you in awhile, he'd occasionally use his cape to check in on you just to make sure that if something happened, you weren't overexerting yourself to help - more so if he knew you had a mission of sorts.

sigma ★↷

↪at first, sigma was absolutely amazed by your ability. all the other abilities he'd ever been around either worked specifically to hurt someone or weren't generally used for much good and so your ability was a fresh change. a much welcome one at that.

↪he even admired how you used it to help anyone you could. a selfless attitude which was something he could look up to, he too wanted to help others instead of working with people that did the exact opposite.

↪although his opinion on the ability quickly diminished upon learning just how much of a toll it took on you. it pained him more than any injury could to see you suffering just because you were trying to help someone.

↪and as selfish as it sounded, sigma would rather lose someone else than the one person that finally felt like home to him - he wouldn't force you, but occasionally he would ask for you to take priority of yourself rather than those you wanted to help.

taglist - @little-miss-chaoss, @vi-chan07

[lunarw0rks]

that fic about simons first time with the reader is magnificent I swear 😭

can you do something similar but when the reader tries to take control a little, maybe go down on him for the first time?

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ first-time with simon (pt.2) ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

// warning(s): nsfw, gn!reader ────have a request? ˗ˏˋ ASK BOX ˎˊ˗ // ♡ PART ONE ♡ PART THREE ♡

simon thought nothing of it, the foreplay leading up to intimacy.

typically, you were at the mercy of his skilled fingers for several minutes — until you wanted nothing more than him buried inside you.

tonight was different. it was your turn to do something for him, to make him feel the same semblance of euphoria he gave you every time.

after a few minutes of making out, dry humping against him, you knew you wanted to do this for him. without skipping a beat, you began sliding down his lap, fingers fumbling with his zipper.

"love, you really don't need to do that for me... are you sure?" he leaned back against the mattress, halting your movements with a hand on your arm.

you were sure, completely sure. it was only fair.

"i want to," you reply, shrugging off his hand and finishing off the rest of his zipper. you peeled back the opening of it, exposing the bulge in his ebony briefs. "let me do this for you, simon."

there was no refusing that, despite how unnecessary it seemed to simon. you wanted to service him for a change, and by now, he was already picturing the sight of your lips wrapped around his length.

after a few moments of contemplation, his eyes watching as your fingers peeled back his boxers, he caved and nodded. "just... don't want to be fussed over." he shifted awkwardly against the sheets, trying to let his gentility towards you overpower his lust.

you stared at him through your lashes, palming his finally freed erection, "it's not fussing," you licked a stripe along the base to coax him into relaxation.

his hips bucked upwards instinctively, whilst his muscles tensed. his willpower dwindled the moment you ran your tongue along, and looked at him that way.

"f-fuck, if you do that again—" simon's fingers clenched around the sheets. he hadn't had a partner use their mouth on him in ages, it was practically a whole new sensation again.

no answer from you, except you licking along his cock again, then wrapping your lips around the tip of it. his pre-cum coated your mouth, lubricating it as you swirled your tongue. all that restraint, gone in an instant.

a palm found the back of your head — but it never pushed it down or forced its movements.

he needed to touch you in order to enjoy this, even though he was only supposed to lie back and savor it. "goddammit." he gritted his teeth, letting out a guttural moan when you hollowed your cheeks around his manhood. through your hooded gaze, you savored every reaction of pleasure he supplied your ears.

he was more sensitive than you imagined him to be — all the stamina he had must have been reserved for being buried inside you because currently there wasn't any. he was putty; a complete mess, despite how nonchalant his posture was.

simon hissed when you finally found a fluid pace, his eyes half-lidded with intense infatuation.

you bobbed your head at a moderate pace, relaxing your throat muscles so your throat could take as much of him as possible. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but nothing would discourage you from easing up. his thighs were shaking, more so when you kneaded the flesh of them with your fingers.

he wasn't long for release; the sight of your mouth wrapped around his girthy cock, the spit, and pre-cum making a squelch each time you came up for air.

in a matter of seconds, he fisted your hair, forcing you to a stop. his curses were drawn out and barely audible, your throat used as a vessel for every last drop of cum drained from him. the warm, sticky spurts went down when you swallowed around him, cockwarming his length for a few seconds until his release had finished.

you drew in heavy breaths when he released the hand on the back of your head, feeling the remnants of fluids drip down your chin.

simon's chest was heaving a mile a minute. though he was blinded by lust, he still looked apologetic for the way he got forceful at the end, if it could even be called that. "bloody christ, you're too good for me, love." he breathed, motioning for you to return to his lap again.

"fussing over me now, huh?" he asked with a playful edge to his words, sitting you atop his exposed lap like you had been before the idea arose. his breath tickled your ear when he leaned in, "think you've earned some attention now, haven't you, sweetheart?"

[luckykiwiii101]

Your 3D Face May Be Drenched In Tears, But Your 4D One Isn’t (I always knew you were two-faced, just like me) - Gossip Girl

Hey Upper East Siders. Gossip Girl here.

Rumour has it that some of our favourite Upper East Siders have been shedding some tears. Unnecessary tears. Because tears call for desperate times. And desperation is not in gossip girls dictionary.

Feeling sad? Discouraged? Unwilling? Unmotivated?

Well, who says that matters?

Who says you need enthusiasm or willingness to manifest? You are the creator, you make the rules. You don’t have to feel happy whilst manifesting. You can feel depressed, like the world is ending and still manifest. You’re currently doing it right now. So effortlessly relishing in your nightmares. Yikes! Well luckily for you, wake up and turn that nightmare into a dream. A dream that you will call reality.

Some pesky Upper East Siders may argue that the state of the wish fulfilled is complete bliss, happiness and excitement. And some smart upper east siders acknowledge that that is complete BS.

The state of the wish fulfilled is just simply knowing that you have your desire in the 4D (the real and true reality), because the 3D cannot exist without the 4D. The 4D creates the 3D. Like a projector, who you are in the 4D will reflect onto the 3D. The state of the wish fulfilled is NOT an emotion.

Just imagine if the state of the wish fulfilled was complete happiness constantly 24/7 UGHH that would be so draining! Luckily, that isn’t the case!

So, lesson of the day is: You don’t have to feel happy or motivated to manifest!!! You can feel like sh*t and still be the SH*T!!l✨

P.S Not your typical Gossip Girl quote but, being sad doesn’t make you weak. It makes you stronger. So be proud of yourself for not giving up.

(Will be meaner in the next post!! 😉 Bye Upper East Siders) XOXO

- gossip girl💋 💌