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External reality is always a projection of your internal state.

It's not an opinion, it's a law of how consciousness works:

• You never react to the world "as it is" — you react to the world as you perceive yourself.

• The perception you hold becomes a vibrational pattern.

• This pattern is like a mold: what you call "physical" organizes itself to match it.

It's an absolute certainty because:

• Consciousness is the primary cause.

• Matter is malleable and responds to the observer.

• If you hold the new identity (rich, thin, free), you're not "asking" the external to change — you already are this new reference. The external has no choice but to follow.

When you hold the new identity:

1. The brain stops validating the "old me"

• What you repeat (I am rich, thin, free) creates new neural connections.

• The literal brain stops triggering memories and responses from the old pattern (anxiety, scarcity).

• It's like changing the address of your internal GPS — you'll no longer "find" your way to the old reality.

2. The body begins to feel the new as real

• Emotions are chemistry. If you feel gratitude, abundance, lightness... your body releases compatible hormones (dopamine, serotonin).

• This chemical state becomes your new normal. The body stops searching for what is "old" (cortisol, adrenaline).

3. Your electromagnetic field changes

• Thought = electrical charge.

• Emotion = magnetic charge.

• Together, they form your electromagnetic field, which attracts compatible circumstances (like a magnet).

• When you maintain the new state, the field becomes stable and things that don't match literally can't enter.

4. The subconscious updates the "official version" of your life

• It doesn't know what's real or imagination; it just repeats what you deliver with emotion and repetition.

• When you feel the new state as a fact, it deletes the old script and starts running the new one effortlessly.

5. The external reorganizes everything to match you

• People, opportunities, and situations begin to move without you needing to control them.

• It seems "magical," but it's just vibrational coherence: the external always seeks to match the internal.

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your partner may be smaller than you, but she's smart and blessed by the universe.

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i’m shifting to be a WHORE. i wanna get my shit CRACKED. i want a TRAIN RAN ON ME. i want him to SUCK MY STRAP. IM TIRED OF HIDING IT!!!! IM SPEAKING MY TRUTH.

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Is it so wrong to want him to cockwarm me til he fills me up

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floof attack

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let me adore you

“my fingers are turning into raisins.” xavier commented calmly as he raked the cream through your thick curls, so careful not to break your hair even after you assured him it was inevitable.

“i told you i could do it myself.” you shifted into a more comfortable position on the floor between his legs.

xavier had watched you do your hair many times and it never failed to leave him in awe. the way you scrunched the water out of your locks and spent over an hour going through various products, coiling and fingering your hair to perfection. every time the same thought crossed his mind — you didn’t even have to go through all that trouble doing your hair when, to him, it looked beautiful in every shape and form. he loved the frizz and fly aways. he loved the way he could tuck his hand inside and get lost in your curls when he kissed you. but, of course, he wasn’t the type of boyfriend to judge you for your grooming choices.

instead, he decided to simply lessen the burden for you.

“but your arms are always sore afterwards,” he countered in that soft but firm voice, “and besides, i’m enjoying playing with your hair.”

“well while you’re playing with my hair, i hope you’re doing a good job.” you teased him.

“what i do doesn’t matter, your hair is just perfect.” he insisted as he meticulously scrunched the creams and gels into your hair.

“i feel like i should be worried.” you raised your hands to hold onto his wrists, halting his work.

“see for yourself then.” he chuckled, pulling out a hand mirror for you to see his progress.

you inspected the bouncy curls framing your face, a bit amateurish compared to what you’d done on yourself for years and years, but his efforts didn’t go unnoticed. especially when your eyes met his in the mirror and you saw the undeniable love and adoration in them.

⭐️ just a self indulgent drabble as a curly haired xavier girl… greedfold please add some curly hair options

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90s anime women were so fucking beauitful god bless. i miss them so much

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best ship dynamic is when they go from "you fool" (derogatory) to "you fool" (desperate)

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dragon Sylus full on x

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don't worry about it

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commission of Xavier as 9S

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water gun game

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Zayne always responds to your silly, affectionate endearments. Even if they aren't always meant for him.

"Sweetheart, what do you have? No! Drop it, drop it!"

Zayne's thumb pauses over the spacebar of his keyboard. Has he done something that upset you? He only intended to send a quick email to a colleague before putting his device away.

"I'm holding my phone. Is something wrong, darling?" Zayne turns his head.

Ah. It seems you were preoccupied wrangling a savage beast. Your cat, who you swear is a little suicidal, keeps her jaw clamped shut, well aware she isn't supposed to be eating whatever she's hiding in her mouth.

"Huh? Oh, sorry Zaynie. Not you." A blue, chewed up cap plops out of her mouth after some struggle. How she got it? You don't want to know.

"Should I put her in the timeout corner?"

"I see that." Before she's able to snatch it off the floor, starting up a second round of wrestling, Zayne whisks the dampened plastic out of her reach.

"Dinnertime, honey."

Zayne could have been spared the embarrassment if he heard the usual popping of a lid. Unfortunately, he was a room over, missing the cat's food plopping into a stainless steel bowl.

"Dinner? Now? Weren't you excited for our reservation this evening?"

"Do you usually eat wet fish flavored mush, honey?"

"... I do not."

"Neither do I. Human dinner is still on the menu."

"I took a shower after my jog this morning. I shouldn't still smell."

"Ew. When's the last time you had a bath, stinky baby?"

There was a prolonged moment of silence. Before Zayne's arm slowly unravels from your shoulders.

He looks so embarrassed. Even the possibility of smelling so terrible that you felt the need to call him out on it makes him shrivel away from you, discreetly pulling his armpit away from your nose.

"I'm talking to the stinky demon that rules the house, Zayne. I love the way you smell."

"Oh." Now you've flustered him for a different reason.

"My love? Where are you?"

She's not talking to you. Don't respond.

"Honey? Can you hear me?"

You'll make a fool of yourself.

"Are you ignoring me, mister?"

Mister?

"There you are." The arms of the woman he loves wrap around him from behind. Her chin nuzzles into the warm pocket of his shoulder, holding him captive in her loving embrace.

"Busy working? Is it more important than me?"

"Are you implying I was ignoring you?" He plucks the mischievous hand wandering along his chest. Lifting it, he presses a kiss to each of her cute fingers.

"I was only waiting for your voice to call out to me, my love. I was beginning to worry you forgot all about your poor husband."

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Just remember, it was confirmed by Yams that Mikasa has a habit of taking and wearing Eren’s stray clothes and that Eren lets her do this.