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archie week 2022 day 2 : favorite relationship(s)

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FORBESCAROLINE'S 10K CELEBRATION TOP TEN RIVERDALE SHIPS (as voted by my followers) #10. Archie Andrews and Josie McCoy I haven’t had chemistry with someone like this since Archie Andrews.

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Me when y/n is acting like a little fucking child for male validation

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see u in miami sukuna

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i know a steak and a beer hate to see him comin

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Bellamy and his tan shirt in s3 and s4

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just dropping this here…

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ewwww corny bitches

Pov: you're reading fanfiction and suddenly y/n starts to call him daddy

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How to GENUINELY create an assumption without feeling like you’re lying to yourself/pretending/have to “convince” yourself. How to actually accept your desire as TRUE.

Please, please understand that an assumption isn't forced or something you have to "try" to believe because it's just something you accept as true without question. You don't wake up every day wondering if you have a name, if the sky is blue or if gravity works. You just know with certainty. That's how conscious manifestation works. You decide something IS true and of course it reflects like every other assumption. You need to ACTUALLY assume you have something to get it please don't pretend or hope. A real assumption isn't forced, it's something you accept as fact without needing proof. If you say you assumed something but then claim it didn't happen you didn't actually assume it lol. You either doubted it, contradicted it or held another assumption alongside it. You assuming is NOT a technique and it's not something you "do" to get something.

The reason some people treat creating an assumption like it's a technique is because they think if they repeat it enough their mind will suddenly be tricked into believing it. That's NOT how an assumption works. An assumption is just accepting something as fact. If you're trying to "convince" yourself you're admitting you don't actually accept it as true. Come on… your mind is not stupid. It knows when you're forcing something versus when you genuinely accept it as reality (assume it). You need to be so certain that questioning isn't even an option and idc if other people disagree because who questions an assumption? An assumption is something you accept as true without proof go search it up. You must stay firm. It's not hoping, testing or checking for results it's about knowing aka accepting it as a fact. When you truly assume something it becomes your reality instantly. Reality will always reflect your truth.

So how do you truly accept something as true? It's actually simple but people overlook because they think taking time to face what's holding them down will waste their time. It's better to find out why you're finding it difficult and address it instead of staying stuck in a loop forever.

You need to find out what is preventing you from accepting your own word as the truth. Why don't you trust your own word as a fact? If you tell yourself "I have my desire" but deep down you're doubting or waiting or looking for proof then ask yourself "why don't I trust myself?" What thoughts are making you second guess your own reality? Is it because you're treating the physical world as more real than your own assumptions? Is it because you think that the physical world is the reason why you think you don't have what you want, when in reality it's because you assumed it first for it to reflect? Did you forget that reality is a mirror of your assumptions? Could it be you're looking at your circumstances and saying ughhh this is what's happening instead of actually understanding that what's happening is just a reflection of what you have been assuming up until this moment? Or maybe you've placed your power outside of yourself right? You believe circumstances or external factors hold weight in your manifestation rather than realising that NOTHING is set in stone and the only thing dictating your reality is your current assumption right? Maybe you think you have to do something and this is far too simple?

Figure it out and actually just spend time with yourself to pin point where you are struggling. Stop running away from your problems and address the reason why you can't accept your word as the truth. Remind yourself of the basics of the Law if you need to.

Now ask yourself what are you ACTUALLY assuming? Look at you telling yourself "Oh I'm affirming for my SP" and that being reflected back: you affirming for your SP. Look at you treating the concept of "just decide" like another method or technique to get to your desire and that being reflected in your reality: you in the process of using "just decide" like a technique to manifest. See how perfect the Law is? It's reflecting exactly what you're assuming. You're seeing your assumptions play out exactly as they are because manifestation is always based on what you're ACTUALLY assuming. You're STILL giving options to reality when there are no options… it's only what you say it is. As soon as you drop the debate you have with yourself in your mind and stop entertaining opposing thoughts you'll see how easy it is. You don't argue with yourself about basic facts of your life do you? You just accept them as true. That's exactly how you need to see your assumptions. Yes you need to be that certain and firm.

I PROMISE you the "key" everyone talks about to getting what you want… repeat with me… is to decide once and for all that it's done and that's it. Just accept it as true. Please just say f*ck all and accept it as true. What will you lose? Just do it.

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RENNI’S PREMIUM PLAYLIST !

ᝰ see the characters i write for here !

rules please feel free to send in a request (or multiple) for any of the prompts below, with ofc specifications of the list you got it from + the quote itself + the character you want it with + be specific of the plot you want me to write w the prompt. i’ll be continuing to write these for a while so request whenever y’all want!! make sure to take a look at my rules!!

thoughts thought this will be a good way to interact with you guys, all fandoms are open for prompts requests!!

ᝰ send the prompts here + click here for the masterlist !

anniversary prompts

soft things people in love do that makes me want to fall in love" prompts

scenarios for that grump x sunshine dynamic

spicy romance prompts

"𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪…" 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨

slow burn for friends to lovers

"maybe you'll feel it, too" - best friends to lovers prompts

drunken confessions

nightmare comfort dialogue prompts

"SOOOOO... WHAT IF WE KISSED...?" PROMPTS

"i'm weak for you." prompts

"we are each other's safe place" romance prompts

cruel ways to push someone away (whether you mean it or not; whether it’s an act or not)” prompts

"i take it back, i'm sorry" - reactions to making someone cry

angry confession” prompts

a dialogue list for angry love confessions

“say you won’t let go” - some touch starved scenarios

actions and dialogue for forbidden kisses

a collection of starters or dialogue prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary

smutty one-liners

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

"𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩…"𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 & 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄

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Actual footage of me patently waiting for my favorite author to upload😫😫😫

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the law of assumption is instant, just because you don’t magically see it right here in front of you, doesn’t mean it isn’t true. i can’t see my dog rn, does that mean i don’t have a dog? no.

this is why instant manifestation works, cause it’s always instant, it doesn’t always show up in front of you in seconds, but it doesn’t mean that your boss hasn’t decided to give you a raise in that moment or the sp decided to ask you out next time they see you etc. you need to let the 3d show it to you, because once you change the story, that’s the only relevant story.

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older!boyfriend joel miller x younger!girlfriend meet cute! ᡣ𐭩

wc: 1.5k | older!boyfriend joel masterlist

“no. no, no, no. oh, come on!”

you’re parked outside the grocery store with a trunk full of perishables when your car refuses to start. of course. it’s just your luck.

the sun is starting to set, though it does nothing for the scorching texas heat. you’re still in your work clothes, a particularly stressful day, and instead of your original plan to curl up on the couch with a glass of cheap wine and frozen pizza, you’re dialing every number within a ten mile radius to see if anyone could come and save you.

you can’t afford the tow. your parents are out of town. your best friend’s on a date. and the rest of your dwindling list of contacts either don’t have access to a vehicle or don’t answer. great.

you slam your hands against your front bumper, the hood pulled up, trying to remember the confusing details of car maintenance your dad had rambled off to you once upon a time—all while trying to curb the burning sensation that creeps up your throat and into your eyes. you won’t cry. it’s getting dark, you’re fucking starving, but you will. not. cry—

“miss?”

you almost jump out of your shoes, startled by the deep voice behind you. you’re damn near ready to tell off whoever it is that thinks now is a good time to talk to you, but when you turn around, you’re momentarily put to ease by the sight.

he’s an older man, maybe mid to late fifties, the lines of age on his tan face following the downturn of his brows and lips. he’s got on a pair of dusty jeans and a flannel with the top buttons undone, exposing some of the dark hair there that matches the colored ones on his salt and pepper head. he’s holding a single plastic bag in one hand, the other occupied by his keys, brown eyes flickering from you, your engine, and back again. he’s got a sturdy build. big. a working class man, surely.

he’s handsome.

“didn’t mean to frighten ya,” he says, sporting an apologetic look. you take note of the respectable distance he maintains. “saw ya havin’ some trouble. she won’t start?”

you shake your head, frowning. “i think the battery’s shot,” you tell him, wiping the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand.

“hm,” he hums, taking a single step forward and giving you a look as if to say may i? you only hesitate for a moment, not quite sure what it is that makes you so complacent in letting a stranger help you. desperation? or perhaps it’s just the aura about him—a bit rugged, sure, but calm. collected. he’s not in any sort of rush. the kind of man whose got his shit together and minds his own business.

he wouldn’t have approached you if you didn’t need the help, you’re sure of it. it has you wondering what woman he has in his life that made him so.

you nod, stepping over to the side so he can approach the front of your car. he peers under the hood before tapping the hand with his keys against your battery.

“definitely due for a new one.”

and you groan, because you can’t even imagine how much that’s going to cost.

“got some cables in my truck,” he continues. “m’happy to give ‘em a try, if you’d like.”

you snap your eyes back to him, almost in disbelief. surely he has better things to be doing with his evening?

you chew on the inside of your cheek, looking back to the sky and the dwindling sunlight. you really don’t want to be stuck out here…

“are you sure? i don’t wanna put you out.”

he just shakes his head. “s’no trouble. just gimmie a minute.” he cocks his head across the other end of the parking lot before sauntering off that direction.

five minutes later, he’s pulling his truck into the spot next to your car. it’s got a decal on the back window that reads miller contracting followed by a phone number. he gets out of it empty-handed now, rounding the vehicle and unlatching the truck bed. you can see various tool boxes, planks of wood.

does he own his own company?

eventually, he finds the cables, taking it upon himself to do all the grunt work while you sit back and observe. and you do watch, maybe a bit more intently than you should. his shoulders are broad, stretching the fabric of his flannel as he moves.

once he’s got the cables situated, he gets back in and restarts his truck. he rolls down his window: “gonna let it run for a few. once we do that, i’ll have you start yours, ya?”

you nod, fishing your keys out of your purse and scurrying to your driver's side. you get in, roll down your window, and wait. when he seems satisfied, he gives you a nod and you hold your breath before pressing the brake and turning the ignition.

a minor stall, and then, your engine roars to life.

“oh, thank god,” you sigh in relief, placing a hand to your heart. you’re flashing him the most appreciative eyes as you both get out of your vehicles. “you’re a life saver. thank you…?” you realize you haven’t even introduced yourself yet.

“joel,” he finishes for you, taking the hint. he extends a hand your direction and you take it willingly. he’s got a firm handshake. not overbearing, but firm. steady.

“joel,” you repeat. it suits him.

you give him your name in return, thanking him probably upwards of ten times as he goes to remove the cables and toss them back into his truck. he joins you on the driver's side of your sedan after he’s done.

you're looking up at him, and you realize this is the closest he's stood to you. you see him in more detail; the pout of his lips, the lines of time on his forehead, around his eyes. his strong nose.

very handsome.

you clear your throat. “seriously, i appreciate it.”

he waves you off. “not a problem. just hope you didn’t have anythin’ good in there that won’t make it to the freezer.”

“oh, the ben & jerry’s is definitely a goner,” you muse, and he cracks a gentle grin that elicits an unexpected flutter in your stomach. he’s got dimples, hidden underneath that patchy scruff. “maybe for the best.”

“nah,” he shakes his head, shoving his hands into his front pockets. “should absolutely still treat yourself.”

“you’re the one who deserves the treat,” you quip. “honestly, i owe you one.”

at this, you think you see the apples of his cheeks blush pink. bashful, too. it’s endearing.

he purses his lips, pondering, before: “how ‘bout this: you promise to get yourself a good, reliable new battery, and we’ll call it even.”

you smile.

“deal.”

he’s kicking himself the entire drive home.

idiot. idiot, idiot, you fucking idiot. why didn’t you ask for her number?!

the answer is quite simple. and bleak:

you’re beautiful.

too beautiful. and he’s old. too old, probably. fifteen, twenty years out of an acceptable range. there’s also the fact that he can’t remember the last time he thought about asking a woman out, let alone following through with the idea. he helped you with your car, for christ sake. what was he supposed to do? be the creepy guy with a strange ego who acted like he deserved some sort of reparation for offering you his time?

no. no, that isn’t him. it never has been.

still, it doesn’t stop him from banging his fist against his steering wheel in frustration when he pulls into his lot, sitting in his truck for a long while and anxiously going over every detail of your interaction.

he can tell you’re smart. funny. confident in an unbearably sexy way, and above all, kind. it’s unhealthy to let the scenarios of what could have been play out, but he entertains them, just for the night. then, he shoves it out of his system by doing what he does best (keeping busy) and trusts that this is the universe's way of telling him that maybe it isn’t meant to be.

he’s accepted it. he’s on his way to it, at least—so imagine his surprise when two days later, he gets an unexpected call on his work line.

“miller,” he answers.

“joel?”

he recognizes the voice on the other line immediately. he shoots up in his chair, eyes practically bulging out of his skull.

“hey… how-how did you—?”

“miller contracting, huh?” your sweet voice muses over the speaker. “shouldn’t blast your number on the back of your truck like that. you never know what kinda weirdos you’ll attract.”

he blows out a chuckle, a sudden giddiness building in his stomach and coating his muscles in honey. what are the chances.

“s’that so?” he asks. “you one of those weirdos?” he’s testing the waters, but he’s rewarded by your laugh in return. oh, it’s so cute.

“absolutely,” you say proudly. the paperwork in front of him becomes of minuscule importance.

there’s a moment of silence following your shared laughter, and then: “i… i hope it’s okay that i called?”

he sighs. relief. his chest feels airy and warm, like he’s on the precipice of something. it’s scary. it’s exciting.

“more than okay.”

and the rest is history. <3

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𝓜𝓾𝓵𝓪

Punarvasu Suns, Mula Moons Billy Crudup & Christian Camargo.

Likely Mula Moon Billy Crudup & Ashwini Moon Christian Bale.

Younger Christian Camargo looks like if Beren Saat were a man, to me anyway. She's a likely Mula Moon native as well.

Also Mula men look like serial killers to me.