#manifest faster

[trevord92]

How to Use the Moon to Manifest Faster 🌕💫

Get your free moon reading here: https://www.1stpersonaldevelopment.com/go/moon-reading

Manifesting doesn't have to be slow! 🌙✨

Tap into the Moon's natural cycles to speed up your manifestations.

Set your intentions during the New Moon, and release old energy at the Full Moon.

Trust the cosmic rhythm — and watch magic unfold! 🌟

Ready to align with lunar power?

#MoonManifestation #ManifestFaster #LawOfAttraction

[aaronabke]

Aaron Abke's Tips To Manifest Your Desires Faster

[sodiumfluoride]

[pinofdnp]

left all these broken parts (aka me begging for ITT pt2)

[wimbledonstrawberry]

celebrate it, since it's rare to see in this country

Casper Ruud ATP Finals 2024 x Ice on my teeth (ATEEZ)

[locallygrowndaikon]

watch me swicth all of my content to webfishing the second i get my hands on that game

[hermitsandcrafts]

JOEL JOINS HC = MORE BOAT BOYS INTERACTIONS

[just-some-random-blogger]

i dont know how many people from my ao3 know of my tumblr but since i cant post announcements there, here will have to do. all my works are now set to 'Only show your work to registered users' because i saw a tiktok that said some big stupid generative ai company is scraping public works from the site and fuck that shit fr

[minophus]

I tell Babypuppy, Go get it! While tossing a piece of candy to go retrieve...I think the mental image of him flying off to go after something like that is reaallyy funny

[reina-de-babilonia]

Some people is not consistent and then they talk shit about manifestation or law of assumption… but i literally manifested my dream life.. if you are manifesting and you go through a dark horrible phase where everything is the opposite of what you want, it’s not because you’re doing it wrong. you just have to keep pushing and be constant, what comes after, is exactly what you manifested or something better so keep going, I’m not speaking crap I experienced this 100%

[zdechlyryba]

an edek themed collage 🪲

[matchbet-allofthetime]

Mk11 kung lao is so fucking daddy. Not dilf, no, no...

But daddy. Big, cocky, playful, will put you over his fucking knee. Daddy.

Let this thought roll around in your brain, I beg 😩

[klomystr]

I don’t care if they’re technically done, but I NEED Daft Punk at the Olympics closing ceremony.

[townofcadence]

The first time Artair taps into his potential too far is--- messy, to put it lightly. It's like one of those pop-up tents, where once it's out of the bag, getting it back inside the original dimensions is a struggle. Even folding it at the seams isn't enough, you need to twist the frame, contort the body, until it's forced to fit back inside.

Once Artair taps into that part of himself too much, it's a bell that can't be unrung. His body doesn't know how to configure itself, and he has no control, no understanding of how to be what he is. What happens instead is a body that seems to be fighting itself, shifting with a mercurial nature into so many configurations, manifesting one power more and then another in rapid kaleidoscopic shifts. He has too many limbs, arms that shouldn't be, hands disconnected from his torso that still move. Each one is tipped with long, inhuman claws and growing thorns from darkened palms and fingers, except where shallow lacerations bleed gold. He has feathered wings growing from his back but also from places they shouldn't be coming from, until he's a massive sprawl of them-- they unfurl in a shimmering array of colors, and some vanish just as quick as they came. The arms appear, disappear, split into even more hands.

His eyes blink in and out of existence, a dizzying perception that sees more than humans and leaves him churning in the vertigo. His body bleeds gold like rivers and his hair floats like it's underwater and there are mouths not on his face but tucked in the strands. Flowers twine their way around his bones, his form, and long antlers tipped with cherry blossoms bloom on his head, too large, too long, too heavy.

His ribs shimmer through his skin in lines he can see despite what should hide them, and parts of his skin lose color until they are just voids of nothing, numb and cold. His body fractures itself into pieces in a moment, his irises shattering to pieces and the same happening where from his skin to his marrow a shard of him breaks off, floating away. The wind whips around him, but he is untouched in the vortex, centered in the eye of the storm that reaches the sky and breaks it open.

He contorts as his bones move where they should be, as his body continues to break until he's no longer recognizable as anything but a fractured mess-- and then in a blink he is back to the same moment, the same beginning, where he is unfurling all over again, too much spillage to control.

This time it's different too, a different amalgam of limbs and eyes and formless shape, rain drowning him and lights arcing along his skin like electric circuits, as he struggles to have a body at all, one that makes sense. But in the pain and contorting and the terrorizing change, it's hard to remember what a body is, how one felt to have.

It's hard to even remember what he looked like, except broken, and that thought only twists him further until he's melting with kintsugi lines of lightning cracking through his form. His mouths are filled with black ichor now. The flowers in his antlers are dying and dropping off in petals. The flowers wither beneath him and the water ripples in a pool around him. Moss grows on him and he can feel all the world in his heartbeat, all the tangled emotions that make them. Wounds open, old and new along his form that cannot rest.

His body breaks and reforms faster. What is a person? How do you be one? Has he ever been? Monster monster monster. What's real? What's him and not just someone else? Where did he ever begin? There are whispers all around him and they are all him, different versions, different times.

But he is just him, and he is so small except he's not, he's as vast and limitess as the universe, but he's also constrained in this form, a vessel of meat and blood and physicality. What's inside him strains against it, like a beast against a snare. But he's just not ready. Not yet. Not enough.

His form falls apart again, breaking into stardust. It begins again, and his mind struggles to collect the pieces. It's too much. All he can do is beg his own body for respite.

It doesn't know how grant such a thing. He begins again, again again again, dying and cycling and changing and shifting over and over and knowing he's only just scratched the surface-- until oblivion takes him.

He wakes up human, except now he knows he never was.

[rev-xce]

I got a secondhand ipad off my aunt today💥💥💥

Doesnt come with a pen but i ordered one and itll come in maybe 6 days?

But yea finger arting on this till then

Heres some other doodles and my assignment rough sketches yegh

[rubberduckyrye]

I got a new pen tablet for my birthday that has a multifunction Dial AND several buttons which one of them can be a MENU button and AAAAA I'm in love!!!

There's no bluetooth receiver to plug into my pc (That was the part that was failing on my old model) AND the pen isn't one that needs a charge either so it's MEGA cool!!! Less wires and more USB space!!!

AND IT'S CHARGER IS A USB C CHARGER!!! That means it can be multi purpose and charge anything that takes a USB-C cable input, like my Odin or my android phones :DDD