#set your intention

[serenityreikiclinic]

To get the most from your energy session...

[bratsygirlsworld]

[iridescentalchemyst]

The Code: Intender's Circle

In the blog post titled Rules for Being Human, I introduced a new, universal “code of conduct” based on the book The Code: Use the Laws of Manifestation to Achieve Your Highest Good. The book’s author, Tony Burroughs, has inspired many devoted followers and added an addition intention to the list since the book was published in 2008. I have this list hanging by my bed, and try to read it every…

[motivationalgregory]

Set Your Intentions Before You Do What You Do Positively and on what You Desire.

Set your intentions before you do what you do positively and on what you desire. You will receive positive and what you desire if you set your intentions beforehand like that and it will be wonderful. Setting your intentions beforehand will get you what you ask for afterwards.

[janedroid]

Always burning Dragon's blood incense before smudging, so it doesn't rebound

[marypsue]

Man, it's cool and all if you see a metaphor for marginalisation in the monstrous, and if you want the power fantasy of 'what if you could just eat anybody who threatened you/pissed you off'. Me too.

However, as soon as you start saying 'no, these monsters are a 1:1 on Specific Marginalised Group, and you have to treat them in the fiction like they are directly representative of real human members of the marginalised group', BUT you also, in the fiction, make them hurt/kill/eat humans? And then try to shame me, your audience, for noticing or engaging with the bit where they kill people, because you made them directly representative of a real-world marginalised group? You have lost me, and also, I think, the plot.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Dishonourable Demonstration

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[pirateprincessjess]

I tried to DM you and you never responded and now your direct messages are turned off. Turn them back on.

I did turn dms off for everyone that I dont follow. I would have done it sooner, but I didn’t realize it was an option.

I don’t respond to DMs from people that I don’t know and I’m not obligated to do so. I don’t know you and you don’t know me.

I respond to asks in my inbox, and I respond to comments and tags, but I do not want to have private conversations with people I don’t know.

I’m a high anxiety person and I’m fairly shy and I simply do not have the emotional energy to respond to random DMs. Especially because the kinda of people who randomly DM me don’t seem to be good at respecting boundaries. (As is evidenced by the fact that you are demanding I reopen my DMs)

Anyone can feel free to tag me in posts or send me asks, but please respect the fact that I do not want to DM with you.

[stevie-petey]

I know you just dropped a new chapter but I have a blurb if you wanna write it. Could we see others perception of bug. Like Mrs. Clicks class, bugs just chilling and doing her work while there are people so entranced by her and she doesn't even know it. Like Robin, Steve, Jonathan, Nancy, maybe Eddie 👀

ooooo i LOVE a good character study thank u for this request !!

enjoy <3

"your book report isnt bad, but..." you sigh, trying not to let your disbelief of how horrible the paper is show. "it could use some work."

jonathan nods at you solemnly. the librarys florescent light burns down upon his shame. "be honest, how fucked am i?"

"... pretty fucked."

the boy covers his face with his head and groans, causing the librarian to harshly shush him. its the middle of study hall, the entire section is overtaken by a crowd of kids either pretending to study or silently mourning their grades.

youre the only one actually doing any work, jonathan has long since given up on his stupid essay. english has never been his best subject, youve always basically written all his papers for him in exchange for math help. its been a good system.

until goddamn mrs. greer caught on and threatened suspension.

"its okay, maybe i could try and copy your writing style?" you suggest, but jonathan only responds by dropping his head onto the table. he doesnt even know what his writing style is. you rub his back in soothing circles, hopeless as well. "okay, yeah. i tried."

robin buckley sits a few seats away from you and jonathan. she watches you curiously, eyes narrowed at the hand on the boys back. she doesnt quite understand your relationship with jonathan. truthfully, she doesnt really pay much attention to the guy. she thinks hes cool, sure, maybe quiet, but youve always interested her more.

jonathan says something to you, which you laugh at, and again the librarian shushes the two of you. jonathan ducks his head down, embarrassed, but you only giggle with a flushed smile on your face. you try to hide the smile, though even robin knows that its impossible to hide a smile like yours.

youre wearing a soft purple sweater today, a flannel far too big for you covers your shoulders, and robin desperately wants to ask you where you got it from. shes always wanted to talk to you, but fear has stopped her from ever getting too close.

she isnt sure if the fear is from your beauty or from how genuine of a person you are. youre known as hawkins sweetheart, youre practically untouchable, and robin doesnt think youd like someone like her. shes awkward and annoying and speaks too fast and talks too loud.

eddie munson really hates the library, but he hates hawkins high even more. he'll be damned if he has to spend another fucking year here. so here he is, pretending that he knows what the fuck hes doing as he starts on one of his long overdue assignments. theres thirty he needs to hand in for one class alone. hes fucked.

it doesnt help that someone behind him keeps giggling.

he turns in his seat, ready to tell the girl to shut the fuck up, but then he sees that its you. he freezes, his anger suddenly gone.

youre the girl who loaned him a pencil last week. eddie had been so nervous for the exam that he had forgotten a goddamn pencil. he had panicked, he really couldnt afford to fail, but mrs. greer wouldnt let him get up to find a new one.

eddie had been close to tears, embarrassed and overwhelmed, when you had tapped his shoulder. "here,"

in your hand was a pencil, offering it to him. eddie took it from you, relief flooding through him, and he gave you a curt nod before frantically starting the exam with five minutes wasted.

eddie never actually thanked you for that. in fact, he had completely forgotten all about it until he saw you later that day talking to mrs. greer to arrange a time for you after school to retake the exam. apparently you also didnt have a pencil ready that day.

you had given him your only pencil, knowing youd fail the exam, just so eddie wouldnt.

so eddie turns back in his seat, grips your loaned pencil that he still has, and goes back to his assignments. your giggling carries over to him, and the sound is a pleasant one now. all things considered, youve got a cute laugh.

nancy wheeler stands in the romance section of the library, waiting anxiously for steve harrington. hes late, he promised her hed be there right after lunch, yet she stands alone.

she can hear your laughter from where she stands. she peers around the corner, sees you with jonathan, and she rolls her eyes fondly. youre always together, but she does find it cute. youre sweet together, in an old, married couple kind of way.

jonathans eyes drift from your laughing frame to nancy. she sucks in a breath, caught, and he raises an eyebrow at her. hes intrigued, wonders why shes staring at you and him, and nancys cheeks burn. she doesnt really talk to you and jonathan, she hasnt for a long time.

nancy turns away awkwardly and pretends that she hadnt seen jonathan at all.

steve sees you first when he enters the library, late and out of breath. well, he hears you first, and he smiles even before he can understand why. he knows you hang out in the library with jonathan, hes expected you to be there, but its still somehow a pleasant surprise.

youre head is thrown back, mid laugh, and steve shakes his head at you. youre always smiling, always kind, always lovely. he sees the paper jonathan has you reading for him and steve supposes that eventually youll be trading english essays in for marriage licenses.

its inevitable.

who wouldnt want to marry someone like you? steve knows he does, and he finds nancy waiting for him in the romance section, and he thinks hes finally met your match.

[thevirgodoll]

i truly find so much peace curating my dreamy doll world exactly the way i want it. it’s literally so exciting visualizing the life you deserve and making those plans to let it come to life. like when you realize nobody can dictate the way you live your life, it’s a wrap. this is MY vision!!!

always create the things you wish to see & let people watch on the sidelines when it’s all said and done. it all falls into place eventually.

[serenityreikiclinic]

Set your intentions weekly and plan for positive changes.

[rosedosed]

Hard thing to come to terms with is that most of the irreparable damage dealt to you isn’t gonna be done by evil people hellbent on torturing you. It’s gonna be done thoughtlessly by people who don’t know better, or weren’t thinking much of you at all, or just briefly forgot that you are a human being.

[ohfugecannada]

Guardians of the Galaxy (2014) | Marvel’s Rocket & Groot: Space Walk (2017)

[astrobei]

listen.

[marlenacantswim]

i'm so serious, "you are not a cop, spencer. you never will be." "thank god for that, b." is one of the most important moments in the show for me. and the episode itself: i know it wasn't breaking new ground or anything, but the fact that the showrunners added much more combativeness to the duo's interactions with the police — that they were willing to depict two of their titlecard characters as cruel barriers to genuine pursuit of justice — during a case that so heavily involves gus and black culture... i honestly didn't expect it.

jules and lassie spend the whole episode keeping shawn and gus out of the loop, getting short-tempered, downplaying their concerns, and calling it all "department-wide prerogative out of their hands" as though that has stopped them in the past. the connection is clear even without needing to be brought up explicitly through dialog, is repeatedly depicted as something systemic, and isn't resolved with a pretty tied-up bow at the end (it seems very intentional that jules and lass never apologize), which just feels surprisingly mature for a silly 2000's sitcom about a fake psychic.

the writers didn't need to depict systemic racism in their show (whose main two protagonists aren't even cops) but they did so anyway, in a manner that your conservative father won't notice but will have you feeling that twinge of discomfort that a reflection of that reality should.

again, it's nothing groundbreaking, but i'm still glad it exists.

[angelnumber27]

violently forcing myself to have better days