If you ever catch yourself in a negative thought loop transmute it by asking yourself questions like:

- Why am I so rich?

- Why is it always working out for me?

- Why do I always get princess treatment?

- Why am I so spoiled?

- Why is my life always on easy mode?

- Why is it that the more I relax the more I receive?

- Why am I a walking good luck charm?

- Why was I born so lucky?

- Why am I so magnetic, sexy, and irresistible?

- Why am I so talented?

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Those negative thoughts are not you babe, you are deserving of your dream life. In fact, you already are living it ❤️

Every single morning I have the whole day ahead to be who I want to be.

It doesn’t matter who I was yesterday. It doesn’t matter which past mistakes I made. I just learn from them and create who I want to be today.

I’m no longer doomed to be a certain way just because that’s who I used to be. And, in my opinion, that’s one of the most powerful forms of freedom.

-fitforestfairy 🌱

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AUDREY’S VOID METHOD

This worked for me after a couple nights and I successfully entered the void. Here’s how I did it <3

1. Lie down in a comfortable position (it’s rlly hot where I live so I didn’t have any covers on me or anything, I was literally just lay there with nothing covering me)

2. Listen to Edward Art’s ‘I am’ meditation on YouTube :)

3. Put on brown noise (I put the meditation and the brown noise in a playlist so it would play automatically after)

4. Focus on the black behind your eyes and continue to imagine that everything surrounding you is just empty blackness

5. Repeatedly affirm for the void, don’t keep checking if you’re there, try to distract yourself

6. You’re in the void!

This worked for me after a couple tries, but that’s not to say you shouldn’t get results earlier. It’s all about mindset. Persist and I promise you’ll get there.

Love from, Audrey <3333 ;)

same as it never was.

Eddie’s doing some dumb trick with a couple of wooden spoons, clever hands making them move through the air in improbable ways, and Steve’s about to bite his whisk in half. 

He’d thought for sure that Eddie would be going home the first week; Edward Munson, 29, bartender/musician from Brighton with mismatched tattoos and wild hair, seemed like exactly the kind of pretentious asshole who would flame out early with some ill-advised hipster experimentation. If Steve (28, social worker from Indiana, USA) had been a complete asshole, he’d have said that Eddie didn’t have the fundamentals. That he was all sizzle, no steak. 

It’s a good thing Steve’s not a complete asshole, because Eddie’s been blowing the technicals out of the water so consistently it’s actually pretty fucking embarrassing. His signatures and showstoppers are making a very respectable showing too, except for the time he tried to incorporate some fresh pandan extract and fucked up the liquid ratio, leaving him with a dripping mess that Mary’d declined to even try. 

Afterwards, Steve had seen him leaning against a tree and struggling to light a cigarette. Steve went over for no particular reason, flicking on his lighter and holding it out like a peace offering. Eddie looked at him warily, but bent over the offered flame. 

“Can’t believe I made it through this one,” Eddie said after a moment, white smoke curling out of his mouth.

“Yeah, I feel like that every week.” Steve leaned against the tree next to Eddie. It was a big tree, the kind that’s probably been growing in this field since before England was even England. 

“Nah, but—c’mon, you know what I mean.”

“You had some bad luck with your showstopper. Happens to the best of us, man. Your signature hand pies looked sick as hell.” Steve’s own hand pies had turned out pretty well, so he was feeling generous. It had only been the third week; plenty of time for Steve to snag Star Baker, though even by that point, Steve had been getting the creeping feeling that he was being a little too American about the whole thing. Everyone else seemed to think competitiveness was some kind of deadly sin. It was—actually kind of nice, to get the same kind of nerves he’d always gotten before high school basketball games, but know that he wasn’t really fighting against anyone except himself in the tent.

Anyway, the very next week, Eddie had done some kind of kickass gothic castle with a shiny chocolate dragon and gotten Star Baker for the second time. Steve had clapped him on the back, appropriately manly. Eddie had pulled Steve into a real hug, arms tight around Steve’s shoulders and his whole lean body pressed up close and warm. It had only lasted a moment, and then Eddie had bounded over to Mel and Sue, both of whom he’s been thoroughly charming since the get-go. 

Steve thinks that when this season—or, uh, series—airs, no matter where Eddie places, the entire country is going to be just as charmed. Eddie’s going to get whatever kind of cookbook deal or streaming show he wants. Sponsors will take one look at that handsome face and charismatic grin, and a whole world of possibilities is going to open up for Eddie. 

Steve’s not in it for any of that, of course. He’s here kind of by accident, because Robin pushed him to apply, and it’s a goddamn miracle he’s been holding his own. Hell, it’s a miracle he’s in this country at all. When Robin had started looking at the Cambridge MPhil program in linguistics, she’d said wouldn’t it be great if and he’d snorted, yeah right, like I could ever get whatever job I’d need to move to another freaking country, but then—well. Things had happened the way they’d happened, and now Robin’s almost finished with her degree and Steve is taking time off from the London charity he works at in order to be on Bake Off. 

He’s told all this to the cameras, plus the stuff about how baking started as a way for him to connect with the kids he used to babysit in Indiana, blah blah blah. He thinks it’s probably too boring for them to air, but he gets that they have to try to get a story anyway. 

Eddie Munson, on the other hand, is probably going to be featured in all the series promos. Steve is rabidly curious about what Eddie’s story is, but he hasn’t worked up the nerve to just ask. It should be the easiest thing in the world. They’ve got kind of a camaraderie going, the two of them; a bit of a bromance, as Mel’s put it more than once. 

It’s true they get along pretty well, and the cameras have been picking up on it: on the way Eddie’ll wander over to Steve’s bench like a stray cat whenever they get some downtime, how they wind up horsing around sometimes, working off leftover adrenaline from the frantic rush of caramelization or whatever. There’s the time Eddie had hopped up on a stool to deliver some kind of speech from Macbeth, of all things, and overbalanced right onto Steve, who had barely managed to keep them both from careening into a stand mixer. Sue had patted Eddie on the shoulder and said, “Well, boys, that’ll be going in the episode for sure.”

They both get along with the other contestants just fine, of course, but they’re two guys of about the same age with no wife and kids waiting at home. It’s only natural that they’re gravitating together, becoming something like friends, Steve figures. It’s pretty great that he’s getting at least one real friend out of this whole thing.

It would be even greater if Steve could stop thinking about Eddie’s hands in decidedly non-friendly ways. With all the paperwork he’s signed, he can’t even complain to Robin about how Eddie looks with his sleeves pushed up to show off the tattoos on his forearms, kneading dough and grunting a little under his breath with effort. Steve had almost forgotten to pre-heat his oven that day. 

Two benches away, Eddie fumbles the spoons he’s been juggling with a clatter, and he bursts out laughing, glancing over at Steve like Steve’s in on the joke. Steve grins back, heart twanging painfully in his chest, and thinks: well, fuck. Guess this is happening.

Now I know that I can't make you stay But where's your heart?

Happy anniversary to Famous Last Words, released on this day in 2007

rearranging timelines and creating alternate realities while fighting god himself is so lesbian coded like, doing everything for your woman amirite?

what if i drew my own nightwing pride variant btw just to put my sanity to rest

I pamper myself everyday. I imbue my soul with love and adoration.

Bro, bro, there is no second Pacific Rim movie, bro, it was just a bad dream, go back to sleep

I made a dog. it's not very good at tricks

right so you guys ever think about the spectre telling the narrator that hes more similar to her than to a person?

what "her" was she referring to? the fragment we call the spectre? the way he can only be perceived, not perceive himself? the ghost of him, the ghost of her? all of her?

im just. thinking. i always think about spectre. she has. a lot to say that i think is overlooked in favor of more common favorite routes like moment of clarity and the tower, but shes one of my favorites, and shes one of the only ones who SEES the narrator, save for wraith, who is. also her. or nightmare. and she says that hes not really a person. like her.

of course, that makes sense, we think shes a ghost and dead, so she is. but him. is the echo a ghost in the classical sense? is that what she meant? or are there layers?

she says he's not really like a person. what is a person to her? is she comparing the narrator to the "shards of broken glass on the floor" are her interactions with us and the voices the only "person" she knows?

i love love love when this game separates the narrator from us and our voices. i love it so much i think about it daily. props to tower for "layer of grime" that fucks so hard.

i don't have a thesis im just. thinking. how much of the narrator is left. really.

LESSON ABOUT THE IMPORTANCE OF PERSISTENCE

Something that a lot of people probably need to hear. This is why you should never stop persisting:

The 3D is lazy. I’m not gonna sugarcoat it. The 3D is lazy af. But, it also has no power. You control the 3D. Whatever you insist is real, it will have to materialize it.

Another thing is, because the 3D is lazy, it doesn’t want to get up off of its ass and materialize your desires. This means it will try things in an attempt to get you to stop manifesting your desires, so that it doesn’t have to be forced to get up and make them true. The 3D attempts to stop you by creating doubt in your mind. It creates both external doubt (doubt caused by other people) and internal doubt (doubt coming from yourself). If you succumb to the doubt, then you stop manifesting. The 3D wins, and it continues to lazily sit on its ass and doesn’t have to change a thing.

There’s a way to stop this from happening. And it’s simple: you have to be resilient, and you have to persist, persist, and persist again. You have to stand firm in your beliefs. Affirm, visualize, do whatever the hell you need to in order to stop yourself from succumbing to doubt. Once the 3D realizes you’re not giving in, it is forced to submit to your will. You will attain your desires.

In short:

- doubt hinders desires

- persistence is crucial

- you need an unbreakably strong faith in your affirmations.

I've seen when people write Reader and Ghost as Life and Death, Ghost is always Death while Reader is Life. Which is fine, no hate to them, but imagine with me: Life!Ghost and Death!Reader.

I know it sounds a little out there, but Ghost's entire job as a soldier is to help ensure people in his country are safe. He's fighting for Life.

Also like, who says Life can't kill? If we look into mythology, gods of death don't take people's souls, they just guide the souls to their respective afterlives. If anything, Life is the one guiding the circumstances that kill mortals while Death is the one who guides their souls to their resting places. Life is the one killing them.

And I know someone can say "Oh, but Ghost is gloomy and Life is supposed to sunshiney." Who says? I think both Reader and Ghost can be gloomy people together, in two different ways. Reader just appears out of the shadows, gently taking the dead soul via however they transport souls to afterlives while Ghost is his snarky self.

Imagine, an enemy soldier seeing Ghost corner them in a battlefield and is like "Have you come to take me, Death?"

And Ghost just responds, "I'm Life, actually. They're Death."

And as the enemy soldier turns to face Reader who walks out of the shadows that had encased them, Ghost stabs the enemy soldier. And when they're dead, Reader silently takes them to their designated afterlife.

I don't know if any of this actually made sense to anyone except for me. But if you see the vision, I'm glad.

Do you think that Bruce, having lost his parents very early, has a very romanticized view of his own parents? You know, when you're a kid you remember something like that but... Things sometimes are not like they looked like. I ask this because more and more adaptations are appearing in which Bruce's parents were not nice to him or were even criminals. And to a certain extent, I kind of like it because most of the rich people in Gotham are criminals to some extent and I kept wondering why the Wayne's were so good... But I don't know if that's the case in the comics' Canon timeline.

Oh yeah I definitely think Bruce idealizes his parents, and especially his father. Multiple canonical comics have shown that his parents weren't perfect, not by a long shot; they loved Bruce, but they were also busy people with issues of their own. Meanwhile, Bruce was clearly an anxious child, deeply affected by his parents' occasional neglect... and his father, Thomas, didn't much like Bruce being so "emotional". There's more than one comic in which Thomas scolds Bruce for it, and Bruce has reactions that speak so much towards a desperate need for validation from him. Let's just say, it makes a lot of sense to me that Bruce ended up exhibiting certain toxic behaviors towards his own children. And that he internalized an idea of masculinity and fatherhood that's not the healthiest, either. Someone recently asked me about Bruce's traumas in childhood, and you'd be surprised how many are connected to his parents, and specifically Thomas; here's a link if you're curious (I cite many sources for the examples above).

Overall I'd say that in canon, Thomas and Martha Wayne aren't downright shitty horrible parents, or anything of the sort. Yeah, other adaptations basically made them criminals or abusive, and suggested that Bruce just repressed the bad memories or overwrote them (like in Batman: Damned, for example) but... I think the current picture suggested by canon is more compelling. Bruce's parents loved him and they tried their best to be good to him, but they were also flawed. The darkness that Bruce exhibits on more than one occasion was there in them too, as multiple alternate Universes show. Flashpoint has Martha turn into the Joker and Thomas into a brutal and unforgiving Batman. Batman/Superman #18 shows us a world in which Thomas was killed, but Bruce and Martha survived, with Martha establishing herself as a powerful person in Gotham's underworld, targeting criminals and villains because of her obsession for keeping Bruce safe. And I think all this is how it should be, Bruce's parents should be portrayed as complex individuals with a darker side too, simply because reacting to his parents' murder the way Bruce did isn't something anyone would do. For him to react so strongly, to dedicate his life to never healing and refusing to let go... tragically, it makes so much sense that before all that, Bruce deeply craved his parents' love and affection, but wasn't getting it enough. It makes sense that, if you take a child with insecure attachment who's already deeply hurt by any sign of neglect from his parents, and you have his parents die in front of him-- the ultimate form of being left behind, being abandoned-- he wouldn't respond in the healthiest of ways. It follows that he'd end up defining himself by that trauma, and forever fear loss.