#echo🧿

[phuchkagf]

are u going to bless us with more feluda fanfiction, please ?

OMG YES OFC....i've just been busy with college stuff ..i am working on something at the moment and its making me giggle like a 5 year old...

[lepertamar]

[thinking about empathy stuff and how empathy is a bullshit basis for morality] i’m still not 100% sure what to think about the scene where eliya’s pain does in fact push tamar into apologizing tbh, on one hand eliya deserved an apology on another hand the fact of her pain is not an ethical reason for apologizing on another hand the fact of eliya trying to hack ethics in her relationships instead of being honest in personal and selfish feelings is part of the whole point and issue in their conflict and commented as such in the same scene on the other hand i don’t think ignorance of eliya’s pain is why tamar was so callous about it she just has no sympathy for it cuz of eliya’s layers of un-self-awareness and resulting impersonal ethical preoccupation and denial that existed before this scene but is no longer holding true and part of why it is no longer true is because tamar was so cruel on the motorcycle conversation which is the opposite of a pain that needs an apology as in shouldn’t-have-done-it but on the other hand she wasn’t cruel in order to help eliya and explicitly rejects credit for any help even though it really really did help but—

[marsberryart]

pandora sketchbook page! 💗🧿🌈

this was so fun to draw

songs featured:

pangea girls (magic feeling) by candy claws

breathe in, breathe out by melody’s echo chamber

female energy, pt.2 by WILLOW

[necroromantics]

Ej w your mom meeting a cryptid Hunter??

🧿 — EJ Meeting a Cryptid Hunter

a beast and his fate.

- jack paid for his sisyphus crime by wasting most of his days away deep within the woods. he tried to get as much sustenance from animal carcass as possible, feasting like the last supper. but deer heart and squirrel could only go so far.

- sometimes, jack would need to eat from the body of man. the consumption of the species he once was gave him a sick taste of all that he had lost. he uttered apologies in a low whisper, fearing that god would hear him if he spoke too loud.

- he made his way down the country roads, hiding his tar-filled sockets behind a blue faceless mask and his greyed, decaying skin under a bulky black sweater. on occasion he would walk down to the small town a couple of miles east of the forest he resided in to visit a long abandoned church.

- the man, or monster, attempted to find solace and redemption at the hands of the god who he never knew if he believed in anymore. he sat silently in the pews, knowing he wasnt welcomed in a place like this.

- entered through the doors a being jack knew himself to once be. a perfect image of mankind. they were awfully quiet in their approach, but the beasts senses were keen. the soft footsteps sounded clear as day to him, and the unsheathing of a knife was readied. the hunter was not here to show mercy or pray.

- when he found himself in a righteous tango with the person known to be a killer of abominations like himself, his instinct forced his teeth to bare, despite his desperate pleas to let his life end there and then. there was a war raging inside of jack, and the beast within fought to remain alive by all means necessary.

- there in that church, he would not speak a word as he fell victim to his own brutality and savagely mauled the hunter to death. his claws ripped open their ribcage, fighting against the screams that echoed throughout the corridors. remains sat chewed in between his sharp, inhuman teeth and the strong metallic scent of blood flooded the room like the sin-filled wine of jesus.

- a large crucifix stared down at him hunched over the crimson mess, and he could not hide from god what he had done. he could not die, so he must kill. there was no forgiveness found here, all there was left was damnation.

[lovecaitlined]

The Slap - KaySun

Yalı Çapkını Bölüm 58

~~~

So, my thoughts on the episode:

While I do love the angst, I feel like Suna is being OOC and inconsistent. She’s in her insane era fr. This is a girl who loves her sister Seyran and threw up even just thinking about being with Ferit.

There’s a scene in this episode wherein she coldly tells Kaya she empathizes with him and that’s why she married him—this clearly parallels the Episode 46 scene wherein Suna overhears Kaya telling his mom he pities her. Granted, Kaya said that to deal with his mom’s DID, but Suna doesn’t know that because Kaya isn’t communicating this, lol.

I do think though the angst will still serve but I wish they would make her less OOC. Suna needs to realize her true destiny is Kaya. Also, the Fikriye fortune teller subplot is such a cop out—here’s a charlatan with vague words that can be interpreted in multiple ways, so the writers can manipulate the story however they see fit.

We are definitely getting good angst though, like KaySun we are so back. But we need a catalyst for Suna to realize her true feelings. Some ideas I have include Suna overhearing Kaya tell his mother he truly loves her, Suna finding out that the fortune teller is fake (because idk if Fikriye is in kahoots with İfakat or not), or Suna just getting jealous of Kaya with Pırıl. Maybe Kaya should get shot non-fatally for her to beg for him and realize she loves him? Contrary to popular opinion, I don’t want a divorce for KaySun unless it’s just talks of it (like for Suna to realize she does want Kaya, not for the divorce to actually happen—it should be stopped last minute, ya feel haha).

Ideally, with the reytings and lack of creativity of the writers, we are definitely getting this plot line dragged only to have it disintegrate last minute. In a perfect world, my ideal scenario is angst era for KaySun, Suna’s jealousy or overhearing something to have her realize she loves Kaya, and then them getting back together towards the end of the season and being #endgame—except the Pırıl sht pops out last minute, leaving us on a cliffhanger for the season finale. That way, there’s more to explore come Season 3.

My gripe is truly the lack of KaySun scenes and the inconsistency of Suna’s character. She’s not THAT insane. To echo what my good friend @academyofbrokenhearts said—they were able to give a male like Kaya a good reason for his Episode 46 “pity” scene, which is his mentally ill mother. But this show hates women so much, Suna’s only reasoning for the Fersht plot is a freaking fortune teller. Girls are not that dumb!

Anyway, thank you for coming to my Ted talk—always remember that KaySun is endgame! ❣️🧿🙏🏻

[mcrdeaddoveredacted]

It's 3 am, it's a little cold. They kidnapped Frank to record a snuff video, he was forcibly stripped naked and then tied by his hands (above his head) and feet (behind the lamppost) to a lamp post in an empty, echoing street. The video is in low quality, but it is still possible to see him badly bruised and his flesh disfiguring with each blow from a metal bar, crowbar, a small wooden board, etc. The screams get more and more high-pitched, they make him sound so desperate and helpless and with each blow he screams, whimpers, moves and writhes more and more but he has nowhere to go... and with each pause he cries a little. a baby... he is so cute pathetic, sounding so helpless and beautiful while being mistreated and humiliated like this... a big boy struggling and throwing tantrums like a crying baby, deserves to be beaten more and more until he becomes limp and his voice gives up little by little and after a few good minutes he dies of pain... and then they end up kicking the metal bar into Frank's anus, piercing all his internal organs wherever the bar passes and impaling the poor soul . (help, I think my dick got too hot and exploded where my dick is)

🧿 - anon

<3

[unclefredandjohnnierutter]

#31: Labyrinth of Lies

You ate the seeds. I wanted to keep you safe, but you did and there is nothing I can do. They know you know!

A Nancy Drew inspired playlist 🧿 // listen here

🏺↓ tracklist and more down below ↓ 🏺

Featuring:

Poulaki Xeno - Kiki Fragkouli

The State of Dreaming - MARINA

I, Carrion (Icarian) - Hozier

Little Sunflower - Dorothy Ashby

Psyche - Love Spirals Downward

Cassandra - Florence + The Machine

The Sensual World - Kate Bush

As Above, so Below - TomTom Club

Persephone - Cocteau Twins

Fallen Fruit - Lorde

Sowing Seeds - The Jesus and Mary Chain

Kamia Den Miazi Me Sena Matia Mou - Giannis Ploutarhos

Chimaera - Tamta

The Devil - BANKS

Where the Water Clears the Illusion - Melody’s Echo Chamber

Minotaur - Thee Oh Sees

Genres include acoustic guitars and harps, greek tunes, and mythology inspired songs for persephone, part time queen of the underworld

Its nice to be back in a museum! Nancy should just go around from museum internship to museum internship. This time through the whole underground set thing finally made sense to me, its still ridiculous and everything but I understand the in game explanation at least

[scarletttries]

Scarlett I'm very happy for you! Wishing you a lifetime happiness💕🎉🧿 I'm writing you about your wedding project, oh How I love being ship with Kendall Roy! my name is Selin and I would like to see kendall falling in love with me when he was in the hospital💗 (maybe for Logan? Because I'm currently a new grad doctor🙋‍♀️) I like meeting new people, also I like cooking, spending time in the nature... I like little sweet coincidences🎈(bumping into each other type of coincidences maybe we meet like that?)...my dream date would include casual day picnic beneath big trees... my dream wedding includes full of spring flowers,not many people, but full of love and laughter,backyard of the house... thank you for your writing! I loved this project!

Thank you so much or your lovely well wishes, and congratulations on graduating as a doctor, that's so amazing! 😍 I'm very happy to ship you with.... Kendall Roy!

- When Logan is rushed into hospital after collapsing on his birthday, Kendall expects this to be one of the worst days of his life, his whole world seeming to crumble around him as his life threatens to change forever.

- The one thing that helps him feel on solid ground is you, his father's doctor, whose calm disposition and friendly smile seem to bring air back to his lungs and make it feel like everything might just be okay again. Every time you leave to go visit another patient he can feel himself craving being back in your company again, counting the minutes until you next return to check on his dad.

- When he can't stand waiting by Logan's beside without you for another moment, he goes to get himself a coffee downstairs, finding you just about to take a well earned break yourself. Kendall would shuffle over so timidly, asking quietly if he could sit with you for a few minutes to which you happily accept.

- To take his mind off his dad you'd talk all about where you're from, and all about the big park near you that you love to go for walks in. You complain about the hospital's food and tell Kendall about how you love to cook, and how when you cook for other people it's like its own kind of medicine. By the time you've finished your coffee Kendall has already fallen hard and is just about to ask for your number when your pager goes and you have to dash off to a patient before he gets the chance.

- Logan is discharged soon after that, and Kendall thinks he's missed his one and only chance to keep you in his life. Until one afternoon when he desperately needs some air and a break from his office, and he asks his driver to drop him at a local park, not sure exactly why its name had been echoing in his head all week. Wandering through the green space he feels calmer, looking up at the wide reaching canopies of the trees above him which filter through speckled sunlight that happens to land on an all too familiar face.

- "Can I sit with you for a few minutes?" He's far more confident than the last time you saw him, settling onto the bench beside you until you're catching up like old friends and he's already asked you if he can take you to dinner, getting your number before he misses his chance again.

- That park becomes yours and Kendall's favourite place to be together, spending your weekends picnicking beneath the trees. And sometimes Kendall even brings Sophie and Iverson to join you, knowing straight away that you're going to be an important person in his life for a long time to come.

- It would be under those same trees that Kendall would one day propose, and if you'd let him, he'd hire the whole park for an outdoor wedding in the peak of spring, bright flowers blooming across every inch, the sound of baby birds mixing perfectly with the string quartet that plays as you two say your vows, your little worlds combining forever. The two of you would dance all night long until finally all the guests have left and the two of you can lie on a blanket and look up at the stars, so grateful to the universe for bringing you together.

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🦇 Evil Eye Book Review 🦇

❓ #QOTD Do you have any superstitions? ❓ 🦇 Raised in a conservative and emotionally volatile Palestinian family in Brooklyn, Yara thought she would finally feel free when she married a charming entrepreneur who took her to the suburbs. With her family balanced with her professional ambitions, Yara knows that her life is infinitely more rewarding than her own mother’s. So why doesn’t it feel like enough? Her mother blames a family curse for the trouble she’s facing, and while Yara doesn’t really believe in old superstitions, she still finds herself growing increasingly uneasy with her mother’s warning and the possibility of falling victim to the same mistakes.

💜 I could spend a year writing this review and it would not convey everything I need to say, nor the vast depth of emotion I felt while reading it. Instead, I'll start by saying thank you. Thank you, Etaf Rum, for a story that captures the complexity of being a Palestinian-American woman and daughter of immigrants. Thank you for illustrating the trauma that can leak from one generation from the next -- trauma we're seeing and feeling in real-time, as Palestinian families continue getting displaced from their homes. Thank you for crafting a woman like Yara, who, despite trying so hard to defy the expectations and limitations set on her, still struggles, because that is the reality of this life. A woman who, despite pain and invisible scars, took a step forward, embarking on a journey of self-exploration and change. Those words, "self-exploration and change," seem so simple. Maybe, to some people, they are. But to women of a certain background, certain upbringing, they seem impossible. From experience, I know what writing these perceptions (both through my own journal entries and through characters) can feel like. It's no easy feat, and takes quite a bit of self-exploration into yourself, the writer. So again, and a thousand times over, thank you. I've seen more of myself, my background, my history, than I could ever express in a review.

💜 Yara says, "I want to be a voice for Palestinians...I want to make people feel seen." Rum writes, "Her whole life, she'd believed reliability would never been granted to someone like her...women like her who were searching for themselves in the art around them, women whose experienced needed to be legitimized." That's what you've done. That's what this story, what Rum and Yara's story, has accomplished.

💙 I do wish we'd seen more positives to the Palestinian-American experience, if not through Yara's life, than through other Palestinians around her. But her isolation was a source of her depression, so I understand why we didn't see how other women like her were living their lives. I also wish we saw more consequences for her husband's actions. Then again, how often are men ever really held accountable?

🦇 Recommended to all readers, namely anyone to learn more about the Palestinian-American experience. Please remember, this is only one perspective, one version, one life. Millions have experienced the same root history; a catalyst that's echoed outward, uniting us through a shared experience. But as Yara said, olive trees grow back twice as large after they're burned to ash.

✨ The Vibes ✨ 🧿 Palestinian-American FMC/Author 🪬 Journal Entries 🧿 Feminism 🪬 Literary Fiction 🧿 Mental Health (Depression/Anxiety)/Therapy 🪬 Motherhood 🧿 Trauma/Abuse

💬 Quotes ❝ But she also had dreams of making meaningful work, leaving her mark on the world. She felt certain, in the depths of her being, that something beautiful wanted to be created through her. ❞ ❝ Why didn’t the world recognize that identity and privilege were accidents of birth? How much more empathy would people have if they understood that their position in life was decided not by goodness or merit or fault or need but by luck and chance, a toss of a coin? ❞ ❝ It was because all her life she’d learned to feel safer in obedience than to be free. ❞ ❝ Language was often a bridge, but sometimes a barrier. No matter how she chose her words, they would likely come out a bit distorted, inadequate...Silence was better than being misunderstood, erased, unseen for who you really were. ❞ ❝ Her soul had always been cracked in the center, her body split in two, her feet stretched so wide between opposite sides of the globe that she couldn’t stand straight. ❞

[kazoosandfannypacks]

🧿☀️🍓💺 for the ask game???

🧿: Which fandom would you like to live in?

I think it would be fun to live in the tangled fandom!

☀️: Kiss/Marry/Kill the last character you wrote, the last character you saw on a post and the last character in your camera roll

Kiss- Uhhh, I'mma go with the last character in my camera roll, which is Garfield. Putting a little forehead kiss on my favorite fat orange cat.

Marry- last character I wrote, which is Lord James Hubert John Fergus Saltyre, the fifteenth earl of Mount Dunstan. He is 10000000% goals and I would be very content with that setup.

Kill- Last character I saw on a post happened to be Neal Cassidy. Sorry. RIP Neal.

🍓: Dead character you want to bring back to life

Robin Hood from OUaT! His death was super unnecessary!!!!!!!

💺: Share an excerpt from your first story that you wrote

Here's the opening paragraphs from the first novel I ever finished drafting, The Prince and The Farmgirl, which many of you guys may know a little bit about from my post about effective situational comedy, and which features narrations by snarky teenage kazzy.

1. The First Chapter, About Stuff You Might Find Useful  Once upon a time, or perhaps never at all, in the castle of the kingdom of Royaume, the crown prince sat alone and invisible. Not invisible in the literal sense of the word, but invisible in the sense that you and I feel every day, deep within us, an invisible that echoed through the prince's bones.   Now, I imagine the first thing you're wondering, is why does this prince matter? Aren't these kinds of stories about princesses and knights who win their hands in battle, and ride off into the sunset? Honestly, I've noticed that trope in so many stories, the stories where the rich princess marries her poor farmboy- the girl gives up her status and rank and position for love- and while this is a truly noble cause, that's not what this story is about. This story is not intended to be one of those stories. This story is intended to turn those stories on their head. This is a story where things turn out exactly as they should, but never as you'd expect. This story may throw you for a loop or two, as any good story should, but never in a way you never could've seen coming. This is the story of an ordinarily extraordinary boy who meets an extraordinarily ordinary girl.  So, I assume by now, you'd like to get to know this prince. I imagine your mind, like mine, is racing with questions, questions like "What's his name?" "How does he view life?" "What's going on in his family?" "And what makes this nobody of a somebody important enough to get his own story told?" Well, I suppose I'll start to answer these questions, although you haven't bothered to ask them (and even if you had, I wouldn't've been obligated to tell you anyways, as we authors have the right to remain silent so the readership can figure it out for themselves.)  The Prince's name was Adar Griffith, which, if I did my research properly, is just two names that mean "prince." Yup, good ol' King Malik and Queen Regina must've thought long and hard before naming their son Prince Prince Prince. (I mean, it could also be that I'm a lazy author who can't be expected to come up with beautiful, inspirational names for each and every character.)

Mutuals ask game!

[starlightshadowsworld]

Its like 2am and a just hada crazy thought

What if the Oroko Casey reveal happens often Casey's bio father com3s back to New York, and before shredder finds out Casey's and his bio father bump into each other. At first Arnold doesn't recognize him but casey does, and runs to the turtles lair out of fear or shame or something, cause the guy that beat you and left you for dead is back. Anyways he runs to the lair were karia is hanging out, she's already benn revealed as splinters daughter and all that, and she see him panicking and stuff. So she runs over check on him. She asks him what's wrong as does the rest of the boys, a little confused on why Karia cares so much about jones, and he responds with "He's back" or whatever and they push farther and he says "my bio dad's back" or whatever. Now the boys don't know why that's an issue, but Karia does. So she says "we must tell father immediately" or whatever. And the boys think she's going to tell splinter, but she grades casey and runs out the lair. Even more confused the fallow her. All the way to The Shredder's lair. Were the reveal happens. Now Arnold being back is just a plot devise and is taken care of immediately. But do you see my vision on this? Its such a cool idea right? Kinda fucked up but cool nun the less

Sorry for any Grammer or spelling mistakes. It 2am for me and my brain ain't functioning and I've been relying on auto correct and the bar on top of the phone keyboard to write this.

~🧿 anon

First off don't worry about any spelling or grammar.

It's all good, if I ever can't tell what something says I'll just ask.

It's all good.

Second of all.

Holy shit that's amazing, and fits so well into this AU like fuck man someone's been taking notes.

Arnold coming back isn't something I thought of but damn its good.

Especially because we know he left New York a free man.

Casey was only a kid when his dad left him for dead.

But he would recognise the man anywhere.

And suddenly he's not Oroku Casey, the guy who beat his father's best men in combat without even trying.

He's a kid.

He's scared.

His legs carry him to the nearest safe spot: the lair.

The turtles don't notice him at first as their dealing with Karai.

But she does.

Any teasing, joking or other banter dies the second she sees him.

Casey looks terrible.

His whole body is shaking, he's not holding himself tall and confident like usual but hugging himself, slouching.

Trying to make himself look smaller.

"He's back... He's back.."

He's talking barely louder than a whisper but it echos around them.

Karai is their at his side instantly, assessing him for injuries and taking his shaking hands in hers.

"He's back..."

Her grip on him tightens.

She never forgot the sight of Shredder carrying Casey's small broken body into their home.

How he'd flinch at every sound and hide under his blanket in the med bay.

The way the only man he trusted around him was his rescuer.

She remembers how Shredder took her aside and explained his condition.

How he was family now.

Despite being months older than her, Karai fell into the role of protective sister very well.

She gained his trust.

She sat at his side while he recovered, teaching him Japanese and holding his hand.

Karai could kill for Casey.

... And it seemed she would.

They leave the lair.

Hand in hand.

Karai knows she probably should've made a lie up or something to keep Casey's identity a secret.

While she never cared for her biological family, he had made friends in them.

Knowing who he was would surely destroy those bonds.

But it didn't matter when he was crumbling.

No facade was worth not being able to hug and comfort her brother.

She would deal with the consequences later.

"We're going to father, now."

Watching Casey break down in Shredders arms was deja vu all over again.

He had always been clingy.

Always been touch starved and overly affectionate.

And it only made him look smaller being held in his father's arms as he rocked him like a child.

Shredders eyes were impossibly soft, no doubt rembering all those times like Karai was.

But their was steel in them.

Rage.

Anger.

That someone was hurting his son.

"He won't get near you, he won't even breathe near you."

He promised.

He meant it.

Karai meant it too.

Casey shook his head, gripping his dad's cloak like a safety blanket and let out a shuddering sob.

Karai squeezed his shoulder and left, for ninjas the turtles made themselves very visible.

She wouldn't allow them to hurt Casey.

Casey...sweet, dumbass, hurting Casey who trembled at her touch and hated himself for showing weakness but was in the only place he felt safe to do so.

Casey who was crying, who would cry, cry and cry until his body couldn't handle it and drift off.

And Karai would sit at his side with their father and coax him out.

If that fucker set him behind she would kill him.

She would set the world on fire if it would make him smile.

Their father felt the same.

Love your vision.

Though I'd definitely have Casey end up having to confront his bio dad, say Karai or the turtles get hurt and he jumps in.

That and Karai dealing with the turtles and telling them if they try to hurt him she'll kill them and they believe her.

... And ask her to lead the way to this Mr Jones.

[possibilistfanfiction]

U seem to know LA so I hope u don’t mind me dropping a q: say someone was moving to LA and they’ve never visited and they’re living on a server salary and they’re gay 😵‍💫😅 where would u suggest they live?

hey! LA is so big & takes a gazillion years to get around if there’s traffic, so there’s lots of areas you could probably find a spot, but definitely consider where you’d be working & check out some spaces near there (ideal if you can get there Without a major freeway).

my favorite area is a little outside of LA (between LA proper & orange county) called long beach, it’s very queer (TONS of queer poc especially!!) & slightly more affordable than LA proper, & ur between the good beach cities in LA (redondo, hermosa, manhattan) off the 405 (or the 710 to the 405, depending on where you are in lbc), but u can also pop down to the orange county beaches super quick on the pch. there’s a wonderful dog beach in huntington, so for me it’s ideal. my partner & i just put an offer on a house in a neighborhood we love in long beach! 🧿🧿

as far as LA goes tho, i fuck w venice & echo park/silverlake ad some good spots for queer dfab people! silverlake is inland so farther from the beach, but v fun. torrance & san pedro are near palos verdes, which is BEAUTIFUL & my favorite place in all of socal. culver city is very practical. i also like k town (it has some of the best food in LA imo). if ur working on the west side,.. i can’t rly help u bc i avoid it at all costs unless i’m going shopping in beverley hills for sneakers lmfao. i lived in midcity when i first moved here & Hated it lol, so idk if that’s helpful. to me living near the 405 has made life easier as well.

feel free to DM me & maybe i can help u narrow it down if you’d like!

[brother-genitivi]

🍉: Does your OC have a particular piece of jewellery that they always wear or refuse to part with?

for your most treasured brain blorbo <3 or one you haven’t gotten to speak on in a while!

ty!!! sending u all the love in the world

Vedaat has a nazar charm bracelet. The bracelet was gifted to him by Echo who has a matching one he wears under his armour. The nazar wards off the Evil Eye, or ill luck. As a Jedi, he doesn't believe in luck, but he believes in its cultural significance. Even if he wanted to, he could not take it off; his and Echo's are connected by the Force so he can always find him if separated. 🧿

[orommajewelry]

Embracing My Inner Energy ✨

Hey, lovely souls! 🌟

I wanted to share a special moment with you all. Today, I’m adorned with my favourite jewelry and holding my shamanic drum, both of which help me connect deeply with my inner self. Each piece of jewelry carries a story, and each beat of the drum echoes with the rhythm of my heart.

🧿 Jewelry: Chosen with intention, every stone and design symbolizes protection, love, and wisdom.

🥁 Shamanic Drum: Its sound takes me on an inner journey, healing and releasing stagnant energies.

These treasures are not just accessories; they’re powerful companions on my spiritual journey. ✨

What about you? Do you have any objects that connect you with your inner energy? I’d love to hear about them!

[akissaura]

👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨👯‍♂️need therapy 👨‍🔬 or psychoanalysis🤹🏊‍♀️⛹️🤡🗡️. and i don't🙅 mean that in a rude🤔😏🤨😒🙄 way because this echo🗣️🗣️🗣️👤👥👣 chamber🏭 is unhealthy.😷🤒😵🤕 maladaptive daydreaming🛌🌈😍 is similar, 😍👉🤡and is a way to screw😵 yourself over by shutting 🤐out the world🌏 around you🧿 🎅👲🤵👰🧙🧚🧚🦹‍♀️🧛‍♂️🧜‍♂️🧞‍♀️🧟🧝👩‍🏭👩‍⚖️👩‍🎓👩‍🏫

is this a hate comment? did I finally make it in the loa/shift world??? this is so funny its giving fairy comments LMAO

❄️ THATS COOL BRO 🧊 ❄️ MELT UNDER THE SUN 🗣️🗣️

[im-daphne]

As I’ve explored frequently before, the sacred role of the feminine involves the pulling in of projections— embracing her yin, vacuum-like power & its cleansing function. Having a cosmic receptive purpose, women naturally inspire strong projection from others. Inherently, this makes her harder to accurately and clearly perceive. Immediately upon trying to “see her”, perceivers feel the outward rush of their own projections being forcefully drawn out of the dark recesses of their minds. It then clouds, to a greater or lesser extent depending on their own shadow, their objective judgment of her. Men typically have to troll wildly or behave terribly/oddly to attract even a portion of the reactionary negativity women tend to stimulate even when “behaving” at their best. Often times, the more authentically, beautifully, and truthfully a woman lives, the more she will see negativity rising around her. As certain myths elucidate, inherently vampiric or “demonic” beings love men unconditionally, and hate women unconditionally (due to one being anabolic/ projecting, and one being catabolic/receptive on an energetic level— the same opposing nature that makes the latter pull on constant mental projection).

How then do women reconcile this very difficult aspect of their purifying spiritual role (which I’ve explored countless times before), with protecting themselves from the “evil eye”, these dangerous projections pushing in on her? Her outer softness, which attracts negativity, must be supplemented by inner firmness. As these projections increase and chaos is churned around her, her spiritual form must become sturdier and harder. Essentially, she can only truly take on her outer sacred role while developing immense correlating inner strength through spiritual practice. Her knowledge-of-self must always be increasing and solidifying, rather than being lost into the noise of those strangers eager to tell her (and others) exactly what “they know” she is. Her energy body must be indestructibly hard like a diamond, sculpted symmetrically in accordance with geometrical truth, and unshaped by the distorted & ugly projections pressing upon her. This firmness makes her a purely reflective surface; she doesn’t yield or conform to projection, but denies it firmly in all parts of her being. The best protection from the evil eye is unshakability, remaining centered and walking step-by-step on one’s own path, despite the fact that other people seem to do anything but “stay in their own lane”. Her steady center is not just a defensive measure, however, but an offensive one. Becoming a firm, reflective surface, she naturally reflects the evil eye back on those who perceive her. Unwilling to be open to their curse-like projections on any level, rejecting any role as scapegoat or sacrifice, the female adept traps the unworthy & ignorant in the deafening echo-chamber of their negativity, and in the poison-chamber of their impurity.

Remember that the danger of these ignorant & weak people is not as spiritually-dire as the danger of hiding from and avoiding your true purpose, never finding & tending to your sacred path, and never experiencing the beauty and vibrancy of your potential come fully alive and manifest. Those who are dissatisfied, menacing, and empty only act in such a way because they themselves were consumed by the fear or weakness that keeps them suppressed and stifled.

Never be afraid of them; the only thing to truly fear is becoming them. 🧿

Claire Nakti