#truth🙏🏿

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

i thought i was safe and then

💥💥💣

[giuliannna]

i’m BEGGING. for a sub!hamzah fiv. ur my fav writer so i need this from u queen 🥹😣🙏🏿🙏🏿

hamzah’s already leaking all over your hand before you even get an actual rhythm going.

his hips are jerking upwards, his muscles tensing under you. his cock twitches in your fist, messy and wet, so pathetically easy to work.

he’s biting his lip hard, trying desperately to hold it together. but you see the tremble in his thighs, the way his stomach keeps clenching, the desperate little whimpers slipping out even when he tries to bury them in his throat.

you stroke him slowly on purpose. it’s mean.

“you really gonna cum this fast?” you murmur, tone lazy and sweet. “barely even touching you.”

he gasps, tries to shake his head in denial - but his body tells the truth, his hips stuttering up into your hand without meaning to.

“n-no, no, i can’t - f-fuck, please-” he stammers, voice cracking, pressing a hand over his face to hide the bright red flush of embarrassment on his cheeks.

you tighten your grip a little, drag your palm over his swollen tip, and he whines, loud and pathetic.

“you’re making a mess,” you casually tease, glancing down at the way he’s dripping down your knuckles.

he sobs. actually.

“i-i’m sorry, i’ll be good, i swear, please - please don’t stop - feels so good..” he babbles, all breathless and broken.

you smile. “you’re lucky you’re so pretty,” you coo, stroking him faster now, watching the way he starts to fall apart. “c’mon. finish for me.”

he moans, whiny and broken, and when he cums, it’s messy and endless - spilling over your hand, making a puddle on his own stomach. he throws his head against the back of the couch, his body trembling with little aftershocks.

but you don’t stop. not until he’s twitching and shivering and begging, “pl-please, too much, i-it’s too much, can’t - can’t anymore..!”

you finally ease up, palm still sticky with his release. you lean in close, kissing his neck as he gasps for air.

“always so good for me,” you whisper into his skin.

hamzah just whimpers again, utters a small, grateful ‘thank you’ and melts into the cushions under you.

a/n: full fic will perhaps come in the future guys & sorry i did not proofread this i wrote at lightning speed i swaur

xoxo giulia

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[y4-mama]

Jey Uso (Joshua Fatu) x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Jey was out with his brothers, and Sami, celebrating Solo's birthday. He wasn't home when he said he would be so you became suspicious and interrogated him

CONTENT: SEVERELY OUT OF CHARACTER IM SORRY😭 I suck at summaries. Might be a little inconsistent it's 12 am on a school night. ANGST YIPPEE🤑.Infidelity (it’s unfortunately jey). You and Jey are engaged in this. No use of Y/N. so give me a break😔🙏🏿

WC: 1961

Today something felt off. Your fiancé wasn’t with you and most likely wouldn’t be for a while since it was Solos birthday. You were invited but politely declined because you weren’t feeling that great. Jey told you he was gonna be back at around 7. It’s 9 pm and he’s just now getting home. He’s for sure in for something.

When he walked in the door, you were in the living room waiting for him. “Why are you home later than you said you’d be?” He just shrugged at you. “Ion know, maybe it was the traffic, maybe me, Solo, Jimmy, and Sami lost track of time or somethin.” Something about his tone was off to you, so you automatically assumed he was lying, “you don’t know? Jey stop lying to me.”

He was getting upset; he knew why he showed up later than he said. He just refused to tell you. “I ain’t lyin to you. I just don’t know why I got home so late!” You rolled your eyes in annoyance, “You’re lying!” He kissed his teeth. "Man, I ain't lying." You took a deep breath. "Jey, tell the truth right now."

"I was just with Solo and them, we was havin' fun and lost track of time." You didn't want to raise your voice but he was starting to really piss you off. "YOU'RE STILL LYING!" He took a couple of steps towards you, "I'M NOT LYING!" You pushed him away from you. "You the one who said you hated lying AND NOW YOU'RE DOING JUST THAT?!" When you pushed him, he stumbled a bit but stabilized himself. He looked you in the eyes and furrowed his eyebrows.

"You think I'm enjoying lying to you?!" You put a hand over your mouth and took a deep breath, "THEN TELL ME THE TRUTH!" "Man, I was with Solo, and em' we just got lost in conversation." You shook your head at him, "I still don't believe you."

Jey closed his eyes and sighed, trying to relax himself. "You still not believin me? You really think I'm lying to you just cuz?" "Yes! If it was the truth, you wouldn't have a problem saying it when I first asked." You were right, and he hated that. He groaned at that, "You want the whole truth? The reason why I ain't tellin' you?” You waved your arms around. "YES!"

He took a deep breath then took another step towards you, "I ain't tell you cause I don't want you freaking out." "Tell me." He sighed for a second time and crossed his arms. "Promise you won't freak out?" You let out a noise of disbelief. "I can't promise you nothin', now tell me."

He slumped his shoulders, "We was at a nightclub." You scoffed. He put his hands on his hips. "What's with the scoff?" "What were you doing there?" He rolled his eyes a bit, clearly annoyed, "Drinking? What else you think they do at clubs?" "That all you did?" He rolled his eyes once again. "That's all we did, now drop it." He was trying to dismiss the topic; he clearly didn't want to talk about it, which gave you more reason to find him suspicious.

"I don't believe you." He groaned yet again and ran a hand over his face. "You really don't believe me? I've told you the whole truth, why can't you just believe me?!" All these lies were starting to piss you off so you started yelling again.

"YOU WOULD'VE SAID IT WHEN I FIRST ASKED IF IT WAS THE TRUTH!" You raising your voice made him start to raise his, he wasn't exactly yelling. Just talking a little louder. "Well maybe I didn't wanna tell you cuz I knew you'd act like this!" You widened your eyes in anger. "I'M ACTING LIKE THIS CUZ YOU'RE LYING. IF ALL YOU DID WAS DRINK, THEN YOU WOULDN'T NEED TO LIE!"

The veins in his forehead started to pop out. "WHAT ELSE YOU THINK I WAS DOIN? TELL ME!" You don't respond and start walking upstairs. Once you reach your bedroom door, you call out to him. "You can stay on that couch till you're ready to tell me the truth." You enter your bedroom and lock the door to prevent him from coming in.

----

Jey sat on the couch for a full hour. He was pissed at the fact that you were pushing this so much but in the back of his mind he felt guilty. He decided that he should finally tell the truth. He went to your shared bedroom and knocked gently. You were lying on the bed when you heard him knock, but you didn't bother getting up to open the door, though. "You finally gonna tell me the truth?"

He sighed when he heard your words; he really didn't want to, but he knew coming clean was the right thing to do. "Uh... can I come in?" He took a deep breath before speaking.

"I swear that I'll tell you everything that happened, okay? No lies." You unlocked the door and let him in. He let out a sigh of relief and walked in, shutting the door behind him. He went to sit on the edge of the bed and looked at you as if he wanted you to sit next to him.

You didn't sit next to him; you completely ignored that little gesture. "Start talking." He looked over at you for a second, then sighed as he started. "Solo said we should go to a club, and everyone agreed, so we went to that one downtown. When we got there, Sami and Jimmy were dancing while Solo and I got drinks... We drank, joked around... the usual."

You had a gut feeling you knew where this was going, and you didn't like it. "That's not all you did, though... is it?" He looked away from you and shook his head. "No... that's not all we did." You took a shaky breath, and your eyes started to water. In a whisper, you said. "Jey, please tell me you didn't cheat on me." The way you said it made him feel even more guilty. "No, no, no, I didn't cheat on you."

"Then what did you do?" He sighed again and looked away, he was clearly scared to tell you because of your reaction. "We uh...we... We made a bet." You looked at him, confused. "A bet?" He nodded and looked at you, he looked so ashamed. "Yeah, uh...a bet." He looked away again, and his leg began to bounce up and down. "What kind of bet?"

He inhaled deeply and thought for a moment. He was still clearly hesitant about telling you; the thought of how you'd react was eating him inside. "A uh, a 'Who can get a woman's attention first' kind of bet..." You nodded and looked down. "Let me guess, you won?" His knee started bouncing up and down more rapidly, clearly, he was feeling uneasy. "...yeah. I won."

You look back up at him. "Am I not enough for you?" He started to shake his head rapidly. "No no no no. You're more than enough mama, I swear." He turned to face you and reached out to grab your hand gently, his thumb rubbing over it. You looked down at both your hands and gently pulled yours away.

He felt a sting when you pulled away from his grip; it hurt him as he watched you pull your hand away. "Please... don't do that." You laughed, but there was no humor behind that laugh. "You did this to yourself." He reached out to grab your hand again, this time a little more desperately. You took a step back. "When you got her attention, what happened after that?"

You could practically see his heart shattering as you avoided his touch; he knew he should've told the truth from the start. "I mean, I was talking to her, she was nice." "Talking?" He paused for a second, then took a deep, shaky breath. "Yeah.. then she started to try and feel up on me. I didn't let her though... then she uh, she kissed me. I-I promise that's all that happened, though."

You felt absolutely betrayed; you could barely even talk. "You let her kiss you?" He nodded his head, still looking away from you. He couldn't make eye contact with you. Guilt. He was feeling overwhelming amounts of guilt. "Yeah. I let her kiss me."

"Get out." He looked at you, confused. "What?" "Get.Out." His eyes widened, and he became slightly upset. "You-you're seriously kicking me out?" "You literally cheated on me!"

"I didn't cheat on you, it was only a kiss." You looked at him like he was crazy. "ONLY A KISS?!" "YES! Only a kiss, that's all that happened, I'm telling you the truth!" "So if I go and let another man kiss me, that's not cheating?" He fell quiet, now seeing where you were coming from. He knew it was cheating, but he was desperate to keep you in his life. "No, that-that's still cheating."

"Exactly. Get out." He took a deep, shaky breath and stood up from the bed. He let the bedroom and walked to the front door. "I'm sorry." You didn't even look at him. "You weren't sorry when you kissed her. You're only sorry cuz you got caught." His head hung low, you were right, and he knew that. If you hadn't said anything, he wouldn't have either. You were walking right behind him and opened the door for him. You took off your engagement ring and placed it in his palm. "You can come get your stuff in the morning."

He nodded and closed his eyes, exhaling. He walked out the door but stayed on the porch. You closed the door the second he was out of the house, and when you did, you broke down into tears. He stood outside the door and just listened to you sob. He leaned against the porch rail, dropping his head as he gripped onto it. He wanted to go back inside, but knew you wouldn't let him in. He pushed himself off the railing and got into his car, instantly pulling out his phone to find a hotel for the night.

----

It was about 10 a.m., and you were standing at your kitchen Island on your phone looking for new recipes to try out when you heard a knock. You took a deep breath, preparing to see his face again, and opened the door. When you opened the door, he tried to give you a smile, but it faltered when he saw how burnt out you looked. "Hey..." You didn't say anything to him and just moved out of the way to let him in.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, and just stood there. The silence was so loud. The house felt so foreign compared to the usual lively atmosphere...he hated it. He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked over at you. You felt his eyes on you. "There's a suitcase on the bed for you." He nodded then silently found his way to the bedroom.

It was taking him a while to pack his things and leave, so you went to your bedroom and saw him standing there, with a full suitcase, staring at the bed you both used to share in sorrow. "Are you done?" He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at you for a moment before looking down. "Uh...yeah, yeah, I'm done." You walk out of the room and back to the front doo,r with him following. There was a deep pain in his heart as he was getting closer to leaving the home he shared with you.

Once you both reach the door, you open the door for him. He stepped outside but stopped for a second and looked at you. "Can I ask you something?" "What, Jey?" He felt pathetic for what he was about to ask, but he was desperate for anything. "Can I... can I give you a hug before I go?" "Bye, Joshua."

He took a shaky breath and nodded. "R-right...bye." He turned his head away and walked to his car, his suitcase in hand. You were watching him walk away with tears in your eyes. He put his suitcase in the backseat then got into the drivers. He sat there for a second, trying to fight back tears that were threatening to fall. It was so quiet and he hated it. You let your tears fall then closed the door, saying goodbye to jey forever.

When he saw you close the door, he gripped the steering wheel, trying to prevent himself from walking right back to your door. After sitting in his car for a good thirty seconds, he turned the key in the ignition. It was actually over, and as heartbroken as he was, he knew deep down everything was his fault.

He started driving away from the home he shared with you, thinking of all the love that house carried. That's when the tears finally rolled down his cheeks.

A/N: Hi chat, uh, how was it? If there are any other websites or stuff I can use for a better layout please let me know typing on tumblr is killing me

[spreading-the-agenda]

Can't believe Megatron managed to fumble Optimus not once not twice but THREE times like oh my DAYSSSSSS

if this beautiful machine ever told me the sky was purple I would say "whatever you say beautiful"and I would take it as truth... Megatron may your stupid NEVER catch me, amen 🙏🏿

[astrosouldivinity]

Full Moon: Journal Prompts ☽◯☾

There will be a Full Moon on Thursday, October 17th which will be in the sign of Aries. ✨ ♈︎ ✨

💫 This is a good time for taking charge, embracing your individuality, and setting your intentions, especially around personal goals and self-empowerment.

𖥔 ݁˖ 𖥔 ݁˖ 𖥔 ݁˖ 𖥔 ݁˖ 𖥔 ݁˖ 𖥔 ݁˖ 𖥔 ݁˖ 𖥔 ˖ ݁

❤️‍🔥 1. What new beginnings do I want to manifest in my life, and how can I embody the bold, fearless, and assertive energy of Aries to support these changes? For instance, identifying decisive actions and embracing spontaneity while trusting my instincts.

‪‪♥︎ ‬2. What specific goals do I want to achieve in the coming lunar cycle? Write down actionable steps to pursue them. In other words, what tangible steps can I outline to help manifest my goals? Consider creating a vision board, developing a business plan, or setting a weekly schedule.

❤️‍🔥 3. What does personal power mean to me? How can I cultivate and express that power in my daily life? For example, personal power might mean having the confidence to speak your truth, so you could practice assertive communication in your conversations. It could also involve setting healthy boundaries, allowing you to prioritize your well-being.

‪‪♥︎ 4. What creative project have I been wanting to start or what goals have I been wanting to achieve? During this time, take a moment to reflect on what brings you joy and consider the steps you can take to bring these ideas to life. Ask yourself, how can I harness my passion to make meaningful progress with my projects or goals.

❤️‍🔥 5. What new experiences or adventures am I eager to explore, and how can I take the first step toward them? Reflect on what excites you and sparks your curiosity. Consider practical actions, such as researching opportunities, signing up for a class, or reaching out to someone who has experience in that area.

‪‪♥︎ 6. In what ways do I want to express my true self more fully, and how can I embrace my uniqueness? Reflect on the aspects of your personality, interests, or talents that you wish to share with the world. Think about practical steps, such as trying new forms of self-expression through art, writing, or performance, or engaging in activities that align with your authentic self.

𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸- 𝓚𝓲𝓴𝓲 ❤️

𝚃𝚒𝚙 𝙹𝚊𝚛 🫙🙏🏿

©𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍.

[anakinskwkler]

If it's not a burden to you, I have an idea. Can you write padawan!anakin and fem!jedi!reader? After killing the Tusken Raiders, Anakin feels remorse for not behaving properly as a Jedi and wants to tell this to the reader, but he is afraid that the reader will fear him and judge him. He has liked her since their padawan days together. I'm not a native speaker so i'm sorry if my english is bad and you don't have to write if you are uncomfortable with the plot 💖🙏🏿

Truth or truth?

Summary: Anakin tells his best friend who hes loved for years and tells her his mistakes, and unravels his feelings for her.

Word count: 987

(Warnings: Mentions of death)

After returning from the Tusken campsite, Anakin went to his old workshop from when he was young. He was trying to fix a bot he had broken the last time he was there. His anger from his mother's murder was starting to get to him.

He heard footsteps but ignored them as he threw a tool against the wall in anger. "Ani?" He heard a familiar voice speak out, the voice he adored, the voice he could listen to for hours on end—yours.

"What do you want?" he asks angrily as he turns to face her. "I wanted to check on you, see how you were doing," she says calmly as she places the tray of food on his desk.

He keeps his eyes on her as his anger slowly subsides, "I'm fine." He denies as his anger grows again. "No, you're not," she states, "I know you better than anyone, I can tell you're not fine." He sucks in a breath and turns away, staring at the floor.

"You'll...you'll hate me if I tell you." He admits as he grabs an object that's on the desk in front of him. "I could never hate you, Anakin," she says as she walks up behind him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

He flinches slightly at the contact, turning around sharply. "I...I lost control. After I found her, she died in my arms..." He says as he keeps his eyes locked on the ground. "I felt something...something I shouldn't have, but I did, and I went through with it." He takes a deep breath as tears brim his eyes. He turns away to avoid eye contact.

"I killed them. I killed them all. They're dead, every single one of them. And not just the men, but the women...and the children too." He says as he turns quickly to face you, "They're like animals...AND I SLAUGHTERED THEM LIKE ANIMALS! I HATE THEM!" He shouts through gritted teeth.

She stood there looking at him, with fear and remorse. She didn't fear or hate him; she felt empathy for him. She felt his feelings through their bond, felt his sorrow and guilt.

"Anakin..." she says as she watches him sit against a cabinet, his knees pressed to his chest as his elbows rest against his knees, propping his head up. "It's not the Jedi way...it's not what I should have done..." he says as he stares at the ground.

He feels her sit beside him. He looks to his side and sees her on her knees, facing him. "Anakin, I know...as Jedi, we're not supposed to have attachments like you did with your mother, but being angry is human," she says calmly as she rests a hand on his forearm.

"There are reasons for you to be upset, but the way you reacted wasn't okay..." she says, her eyes locked on his face. He looks up at her with tears in his eyes, "Y-you don't hate me?" he stutters out. "I told you, I could never hate you," she says with a sweet smile.

Tears slip down his cheek as he looks at her. "I failed her. She would have been so disappointed in me," he manages to say as he looks at the ground, avoiding eye contact. "Hey, no, look at me," she says as she grips his chin softly to make him look at her. "She could never be disappointed in you. You didn't fail her."

He looks at her with red, puffy eyes and shakes his head. "I'm a waste of a Jedi," he mumbles. "No, you're Anakin Skywalker—the strongest Padawan learner in our year, the only Padawan who knows how to defeat a Sith. Besides your Jedi skills, you are a kind, compassionate, strong, and sweet boy."

His eyes widen as he hears her calling him those things. "Y-you think that?" he asks with a sniffle as a tear drops from his eye. She nods softly. "Yeah," is the only thing she says before he speaks up.

"Y/n, I need to tell you something," he says abruptly. "Yeah? What is it?" He looks down as he gathers his thoughts and words. "Jedi aren't supposed to have attachments. I know it's against the Jedi Code, but I've already broken plenty of Jedi rules... Y/n, I like you. I have since we were young, and the thought of not having you is eating away at me from the inside out..."

She looks at him with wide eyes and a shocked expression. "Anakin, I..." she says before looking at the ground, then looking back at him. "I like you too. I have for a while too..."

"What are we going to do?" Anakin asks as Y/n cups his face, wiping the tears away with her thumbs. "We can be... together. If you want," she responds awkwardly. Their interaction was like watching middle schoolers talking to their crushes.

"Yeah...I'd like that," he whispers. She smiles and watches his smile grow. He looks at the ground, and tears start to form in his eyes again. "Ani? What's wrong?" you ask softly.

"My mom...she told me that even though I was a Jedi, I'd find love." He sniffles and wipes his eyes. "I miss her, N/n. She's gone." He squeaks out, "She's not coming back."

Her tongue hits the roof of her mouth, making a small noise as she watches Anakin cry. She cups his cheek and pulls his face into her shoulder as she rubs his back with one hand while the other goes through his short, soft hair.

"She's only gone physically; she's still in your heart," she says as her face presses against his hair. "But I'll never see her again," he sobs against her shoulder as he clings to her.

He continued to sob into her shoulder but slowly began to drift off in her arms. The warmth and comfort of her holding him made him comfortable enough to fall asleep in her arms.

Their bond grew stronger as they held each other to sleep.

I rushed slightly on this but I hope you like it!

[eatmangoesnekkid]

One thing about me is that you can take me out of the African village but you will never take the African village out of me. Can you wear underwear or bottoms in your home? Me, I can not —not in my home, maybe in an Airbnb at best! Wearing anything over my vulva and hips beyond a piece of fabric, dress, or skirt feels claustrophobic no matter how cold it is outside. And I truly believe that allowing our root chakra to breathe in our homes not only elevates our lower body sensitivity and vulva consciousness but also gives our entire body more life and unrepressed vitality. And definitely sleeping naked is amplifying for our total body wellbeing I promise.

Embodiment (being fully alive in our bodies) is often one of the most missing links in transformation work. We have bodies, but when we have all these layers of clothes on, we tend to forget about our bodies. Those who live in tropical or warm climates have more opportunity to be naturally embodied than those who don’t simply because they get to wear less clothing. And our tissues get to take an Air bath. The sanity!

Our world doesn’t like to see the full primal power of the feminine in women and tames it out of us as little girls. It lies to us and scares us with religion that teaches us to suppress the feminine in our maiden years, to be nice and sweet, and pleasing to our ��sky-daddy.” Our bodies then become exhausted from having to use up and leak out a lot of life force energy in order to fit into these flaccid “good girls” frequencies never meant to hold our fullness.

“She is a virtuous woman!” The world celebrates us when we shrink our power, don’t move our breasts, bellies, and hips, have no relationship with our bodies below the neck and are always doing, doing, doing for everyone. Our world not-so-secretly wants us to be domesticated, bored, and dehydrated and thereby controllable, as we graduate from being “good girls” into our next phase, being “good moms,” awww “such perfect moms,” the Big Mamas who will sacrifice their health and magic to cook and clean up behind everyone in the family, including other grown adults until they get a stroke that sits down them permanently. Oh, our beloved world loves when we lose our playfulness and radiance, when we stop laughing and being silly, and all that is left for us to do is to self-soothe through shopping all the time, keeping corporate structures thriving and economically in tact. This world gets us to obey by labeling women who refuse to burn out and have accessed their enormous multidimensional creative power as bad, wrong, sluts or undesirable, which has never been further from the truth for many of us.

Begin to say “yes” to the path that allows you to organize structures in your every day life that do not allow you to lose connection with your body— hips, vulva, pussy, buttocks, lower back, legs, feet, breasts, spine, throat, belly/womb/cervix, etc.

And why on earth would I, as a grown arse woman, wear underwear or bottoms in my own home and oppress my female body, walking around with an angry vulva that can't fully breathe because I’m unwilling to move through physiological taboos, fears or discomforts built by masculine frameworks that shame wetness, arousal, desire, female health, etc? Why would I not give my body more of the blood, lymph, and air flow nutrition it craves? Chile, please! 🙏🏿

Me having fun before I descend into this work cocoon next week. —India Ame’ye

[thekrazykeke]

I want to talk about Solas and his complicated relationship with half truths. And I do indeed call them half truths instead of lies 🙏🏿

Liliana says she investigated Solas’ village after he left pre Trespasser and only found a ruin. That could have been his village, only it was inhabited 1000+ years ago.

Blackwall says Solas carries himself like a trained combatant and military leader. Solas doesn’t directly indicate yes or no, merely insinuating that he was more impressive in his youth, hot blooded and cocky.

Iron Bull and he have a mental chess match. Two manipulators on stage, and it is glorious. More or less, Bull can tell he’s not all he seems, Solas knows he’s guessing, if not totally aware. So he hints at it, pokes fun but never outright admits anything.

Lavellan and the thousand questions about the wONDERS OF THE fADE 😂😭

There’s so many inconsistencies in his every interaction that not many people would pick up on until the very ending of the base game like in canon because it’s go go go time and the Tevinter magister dude is the big threat.

So that is actually why I’m into his character tbh.

[mentalnote1]

Symphony of Words – Spoken Word

Perizzites 🕷 lay babies in my brain Forcing poetic germs 🦠from these mythological veins I write ✍🏾and put my random thoughts in mind carved frames 🤯🤯🤯 And I bask in my glory playing this poetic game 🤺🤺 My passion has no mercy 🙏🏿 It has no senseless shame I’m sworn to secrecy 🤫🤫🤫 I have no poetic gain

I savior every image because I don’t want to waste it 🗣Running 🏃🏾‍♀️🏃🏾‍♀️from the Antichrist because I know he will hate it 😡 Using this poetry to soothe my poetic nerves 🛀🛀🛀 The truth is I’m lost without these poetic verbs

My garden 🍍🍇🍒🍓🍄🥕🍎🥦🥬is where I plant these poetic seeds For all who roam my pastures to meditate and read 📚📚📚📚 It gets hard for me to breathe trying to fulfill this poetic need I take refuge in these words this is my authentic bread

My roots 🍂 are firmly planted far beyond my poet’s tree!🌴

🗣🗣So I scribe and plant poetic seeds! I’m addicted to these words! This is my pathetic plead! 😲😲

And if I don’t write ✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾

I fear my brain will not remain

Tryna’ master the art of

🗣Poetry!

🗣Memory!

🗣Write!

🗣Retain!

🗣Words!

[not-so-superheroine]

so i did one of @brothermouse 's Jovial Visitation celebration suggestions and reporting back on how it went.

so the scripture i left open was the beginning pages of 1 Nephi 3. in the LDS versification, that should be 1 Nephi 10.

it's when Nephi desires to see what his father Lehi saw in his vision.

i am nothing if not a diligent seeker!

i do not recall any angelic visitation from last night, but! i did receive a gift :)

i woke up with a sense of contentment and peace. i started my day with 1 Nephi 3 and reflected upon it & wrote the words upon my heart, as i find them to hold Divine truth.

i still have that feeling of divine peace. i can feel the Divine's presence throughout my day at this sacred time.

here are my reflections:

the power of the Holy Ghost is a gift to those who diligently seek the Divine.

God reveals mysteries to those who earnestly seek truth.

this is the same now, as it was in times past.

as God is the same: yesterday, now, and forever.

Glory to God in the highest 🙏🏿

may we help each other grow spiritually and seek greater understandings.

[anthonysmakebelieveblog]

I miss this hair, wide ears and all 😂

I miss baby Ant, just looks like a cute little overgrown toddler

Twisters promo tour really missed out by not letting him talk more, he's so much more interesting than the other two (yes, I said it)

16:30 - Ant speaks a lot of truth, and very timely

Ant should talk more about his charity work, it really would help rehab his public image (and shut up haters).

He should talk more about social issues, he is very intelligent.

Also, this proves that he could have released a single during the Twisters press tour and have people ask him about it. Heck, he could have performed on one of those talk shows (see below)

Ant, please fire your entire team including Mario and bring back whoever managed your career during this time period. 🙏🏿

Suggestions for next week's installment in this series?

[theysleptonmetentimes]

I LOVE TRAVIS SCOTT

Let me explain, Travvy Patty is my idol, he is the missing piece of my existence 😭🙏🏿

Without him.....

...i'm nothing.

Travis Scott's production is out of this motherflipping world. I mean, we can all agree on that he is or was ever since his debut studio album.

I could go on and on about his discography but, shit, I can't because of my attention or writing span and I'm most likely, potentially, probably, do some other things.

But, all things ain't what it seems.

What exactly do I mean by that?

I mean, I haven't really listened to him, I only just listened to him, starting from last year, because I wanted to see more of his stuff after listening to his then new album Utopia.

I hadn't gotten the chance to listen to him thoroughly as a child for some reason, because my music taste was very limited at the time.

I know I ain't a real rager and allat, but please stick with me, I'm a new addition. I'm sorry to tell you the cold *hard truth. But some niggas gotta explain theyselves in a honest way. I'm like them new generation Playboi Carti fans on TikTok, but in a more brutally honest way.

But that don't mean I love my Travvy Patty. If it wasn't for that album, I wouldn't be digging in a rabbit hole to find some of his older stuff. Like, for instance, I didn't know he made a collab mixtape called The Classmates, which was, like, founded before The Graduates a couple years prior. I wouldn't have found out about the fact that ASTROWORLD was originally supposed to be Travis' second studio album because he announced it six months after his debut studio album.

...but I think we can all agree about the fact that he played Fortnite with Ninja a couple years ago, during them ASTROWORLD days.

Finally, and in conclusion,

Travis Scott is the 🐐.

[astrosouldivinity]

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝑬𝒚𝒆: ⁺⋆🧿⋆⁺ (𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘)

Practice Discernment: 👁️

Trust your intuition to identify the source of energy around you. Visualize yourself skillfully maneuvering away from the negative energy, much like a clever fox evading a trap. Stay adaptable and flexible; they can’t control what they cannot access.

Transmute Negative Energy: 🦋

When others project negativity, they are still sending you their energy. Use this to your advantage by transmuting their negative energy into something beneficial for yourself. For example, any negativity directed your way can be repurposed towards your own abundance.

Mantra: "I release all negativity sent my way; only positive energy flows to me."

Visualize: “I am surrounded by a shield of light; negativity cannot touch me."

Embody a Karmic Mirror: 🪞

Reflect back to others their true selves at their core. Their disdain for you often stems from their own self-loathing. Consider the concept of Dorian Gray’s painting; you become a portrait that reveals their darker aspects.

• Exercise caution with this tactic, as it can provoke the worst in people, so be prepared for backlash. Some individuals will retaliate by attempting to silence you, while others express their hatred openly, or do so more covertly. Identify the type of person you’re dealing with and respond accordingly. Fortunately, some may choose to distance themselves out of cowardice, which can work to your advantage.

Example 1: If you choose to call them out, they may avoid facing their own shadow and simply choose to avoid you. Problem solved. People who dislike facing the truth or who are non-confrontational will most likely react this way.

Example 2: They may react with anger and could initiate a smear campaign aimed at damaging your reputation. If they can’t control you, they will try to control how others perceive you, or they will attempt to undermine you in any way possible. There are many different ways people can harm you, which I will talk more about in the future.

-How to Deal with a Smear Campaign: Ignore it and allow it to run its course. If they can’t trigger you they have no control over you.

Utilize Strategies With Caution: ⚠️

Interacting with egos requires a strategic approach. This is essential when navigating the spiritual and psychological battles that accompany the influence of the evil eye. Remember that many individuals are often unaware of their own energy, so it’s important to display compassion towards them.

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 1

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𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝙽𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝: @𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 🖤

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𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚜𝚢��𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝙸’𝚖 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜. 🙏🏿

©𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍.

[cvscacc]

“One Day Soon”

BV Good Morning WordPress We Are In Some Rough Times And It’s Only Going To Get Worse Before It Gets Better Those Are Facts & Truths But GOD Doesn’t Answer To Administration He Is Our Leader And He Will Never Forsake Us. Just Hold On And Hold Out “One Day Soon” Our Day Is Coming Back….🙏🏿🙏🙏🏿🙏 “One Day Soon”

[eatmangoesnekkid]

A tiny bit of sun came out in Amsterdam, how lovely. 🥰😘

It had me thinking how with one tiny sperm, the female body amplifies this beautiful energy and pieces together a whole human from inside her own body. A woman’s (and other female-bodied person’s) role at this time is to become more responsible for the energy being penetrated into her, including what she focuses on and gives her attention to, because she will eventually give birth to “it,” whether a child, the condition of her health, the quality of her psyche, or the state of the world.

So many female bodies from many timelines have been penetrated mindlessly or hurriedly—with force, impatience, anger, pain, deception, resentment, hatred, disgust, extraction, etc. This is a kind of war we don’t talk about.

You must stop consenting to all war happening with the female line.

Like when getting a Pap smear, your nurse or doctor needs to ask you for permission to enter your body, and not enter with no regard for your readiness. It’s always the subtlest things that have the greatest cellular and metaphysical impact, you see.

In other words, you must begin to awaken to the truth of what is really happening inside, including harm you say about your body when no one is looking. Because eventually you give birth to it in the external world. That’s the metaphysics of what it means to be female. 🙏🏿

We can no longer blame men. We can no longer blame the patriarchy. We can no longer blame colonialism or any other system.

We are the ones who have been colluding with them all. Our great great grandmothers were in agreement with them. And we have to been playing small, like we are not powerful in our female bodies.

The key code to mastering this reality is Learning how to let go but also learning how to grieve deeply. Both can be excruciating. How lovely 🫀

Give your body real love. Be penetrated and seeded with real love.

Creating a better world begins with you. That’s how powerful you really are.

Getting into right relationship with your sacral power —your creativity—is the path.

We are entering into the sacred dark time of the year. It’s a womb energy. A deeply fertile time. Dark is not evil. Evil is evil. Dark is creative. It is the origin of our love. Never forget that. 🫀🫀🫀India Ame’ye, Author