Summary: Steve Harrington x black female reader,cuddling, , playful teasing,fluff basically just cuddling with Steve
(not enough fluff with Steve and black women sigh😭)
You and Steve were set to chill today,you two Havent really gotten the chance to spend anytime together really,with Steve working and you still in school (you were a senior) so you two made a date to spend some time together,you two couldn't decide if you should go to the movies,skating,or to the arcade so you two decided you'll figure it out when you meet up
Steve saw your figure walking towards the car,you had on a long sleeve black white and red shirt with blue jeans and some black vans,your curly/coily hair in a puff,your glasses on you pretty eyes which he adored so much,just so fucking beautiful.
You were laughing and talking with a few of your friends when you heard a familiar horn causing you to look up seeing his car,your smile only got bigger as you waved off to your friends before you practically ran towards his car,he stepped out leaning against his car with a smug smile,his perfect hair going to the side,he had on blue jeans and a blue shirt with 3 buttons and a beige jacket. You threw your arms open and so did he as your arms went around him and his went around yours even tighter,he laid a kiss on your temple as he looked down at you. "Hey beautiful how are you?" He said walking you to the passenger side,you giggled some "I'm doing good" you said and he opened the door for you,you mumbled a small thank you before getting inside,you went to pull over your seatbelt but he leaned over putting it on for you and he kissed your cheek and you smiled before he went to the driver side and got in starting it up and driving off.
Once you two had reached Steve's house he opened the door for you like the gentleman he is and you mumbled a small thank you,the littlest things could make you shy,him holding doors for you,kissing you,hugging you,basically everything. You two went inside the house and he held your hand leading you up to his room,you walked inside going to his bed laying down flat like a starfish as you had a hard time kicking off your shoes,feeling two hands around your ankle Steve stared to take off your shoes for you. "Hard day hm? He looked at up at you chuckling seeing your eyes close and you let out a sign of relief as he took them off. "You wouldn't guess" you yawned some as he set your shoes aside.
"I'm gonna hit the shower okay? I'll be right back" he said and you nodded before sitting up taking off your jacket as he got up grabbing something to change into and headed off to the bathroom,you took your curls/coils out of the fluffy ball and let your hair hang,you massaged your temple gently as you groaned softly and laid back comfortably on his large bed,you hummed in response to feeling as If you were falling asleep.
Next thing you knew you felt a hand on your waist and a smell of cinnamon hit your nose,you opened your eyes as you looked up seeing Steve,he was looking at the tv before his eyes now looked down at you and he smiled gently,gosh how long were you asleep. "Hey bunny" he said kissed the top of your head,feeling your hair weigh down slightly as he did,he called you bunny sometimes because your nose reminded him of one,you moved close to his chest,he now wore a white tank top and a pair of boxers (whatever they called them back then) "when did you get done" you said yawning some and he started to pepper small kisses on your face to which your nose scrunched up slightly and he chuckled. "Just a few minutes ago,you were knocked out" he said as you nodded gently,he held you in his embrace as his fingers played with the curve of your hips,gently tapping away as you wiggled a little,he knew you were very ticklish,you whined some. "Steveeee stop I'm tryna sleep" you huffed as you turned over away from him,your back facing him.
He frowned playfully as he leaned over your body slightly and he grabbed your face again as he smushed your cheeks together causing your lips to poke out at him,he laid a long open mouth kiss on your lips and you knudged him away and annoyance before sitting up with a scowl on your face only to which he found adorable, "steveeee stoppp" you whined and he could only chuckle,you sighed some pushing him back as you got on top of him,you laid your body on him your leg stretched out to the side and your leg going slightly up his side,in a comfortable frog position.
"now your trapped" you said as you laid your head on his chest,he laughed softly at your attempt to so called trap him,he had no problem with it if that's what you called it. "Wouldn't wanna be trapped anywhere else darling" he pecked your forehead gently".
(what do ya think? I just pulled this out my ass so yea lol,also sorry if I switched from you to she in some sentences I rp sometimes and I be mixing em up ngl ...)
the basics of revision method simplified, why it works & how to actually use it
in his lecture ‘the pruning shears of revision’, neville goddard talks about the fact that time is not linear & is only experienced relative to the observer. which means : time does not truly exist & only holds meaning that we attach to it. thus changing the meaning we attach to time or a particular event will change it entirely.
since our thoughts create our reality, they also have the power to re-create or un-create our reality as well, including past events. "revision" is a method using which you can rewrite or un-create a past event according to how you'd have preferred it went instead. your outside world is only a reflection of your own thoughts & assumptions. this implies that once you change the past circumstances in your mind, your outside world would start reflecting the changed past back to you too.
think of it this way - everytime we remember a past event, we reaffirm its contents. all the feelings & memories we associate with it also stand true. if we change the way we remember it consistently, the past event is also bound to transform factually.
how to revise old events effectively
for example: if you have been affirming to lose weight & you weighed yourself to find out that the scale shows a few more pounds than you were expecting. let's see the approach you can take to revise this event & apply it to any other :
1) sit comfortably & take a few deep breaths. once you're calm, affirm - "i weigh *insert ideal weight* & that's the only truth" or anything similar. now whenever you think of your weight, repeat those affirmations as if the event where you saw extra pounds on the scale didn't ever happen. repetition is the key!
2) you can also re-imagine that scene & actually see your desired weight show up. you can also script this. do this whenever you want to, before sleeping or whenever you think of your weight, that completely depends on you.
after you've chosen your new story, stick to it. whenever you think of your desire - only repeat your new affirmations & persist in them. you will see it change. it does not even have to take time if your dominant assumptions are that you get your desires super quick! either way, don't focus on time & only on the new story!
why revision works
persisiting in any thought or assumption consistently makes it true, regardless of it being an event in the past.
there's no dependence on time for this technique. this event may have taken place 20 years ago or 20 seconds ago, it doesn't matter. you can still revise & change it.
things to remember while revising
once you revise an event, you've already changed it. you simply need to persist in your new assumptions now & not look for proof for it actively in the 3D.
if you ever spiral of think of the old story, simply affirm, "none of my negative thoughts are true" and start affirming for your new story instead. you will still be able to manifest this way. you're still god!
make revision a part of your daily life. as neville suggests, before going to bed, recapitulate all events that occured during the day. note whichever event that did not go according to your favor & revise them. doing so every night can help you get familiar with the technique & conciously change your life for the better.
A useful tool I use to change the old story and manifest a new story. I picture myself holding onto the memory stick from Men In Black. If you're not familiar with this movie. They pulled out this stick to erase people's memories and fill them with a different story. It's an easier way for me to revise a story right on the spot. I know I've been there where I wished I never said that or I wished that never happened. Something that I was so embarrassed about that I wanted to crawl up into a little rock and never come out. Until I discovered the law of assumption. Revision is my favorite thing to do.
HIII VENUUUS OMG!!! HRU????? (I hope you are feeling amazing) well, I wanted to ask you whats a manifestation slidehow ?? You talked about it in your routine post but im still wondering what is it 😭
HI BOO!! 🥰 IM SOOO MAD I MADE A WHOLE ASS OFFICIAL TUTORIAL FOR U BUT TUMBLR WONT LET ME POST BECAUSE IT’S TOO LONG IG😭
I USE THIS APP CALLED DREAMER
AND IT LETS U MAKE COLLAGES AND PUT WORDS ON THEM AND LETS U SWIPE THROUGH THEM ALSO HOPEFULLY THIS CLIP GOES THROUGH BUT I USE THE APP TO ACT LIKE I’M GIVING PEOPLE A TED TALK ON MY SUCCESS WHILE I SWIPE THROUGH MY COLLAGES
I will marry a man who loves me and can provide for me abundantly. I will marry a man who inquires about my thoughts, feelings, and ideas regularly and genuinely. I will marry a man who gives me everything I want. I will marry a man who gives me free reign of his finances. I will marry a man who gives me a life where nothing is unattainable. I will marry a man that my family loves. I will marry a man who treats my friends as if they are his friends. I will marry a man who is proud to call himself my husband. I will marry a man with whom I can communicate with clearly and openly. I will marry a man that makes me smile as I’m falling asleep. I will marry a man that makes me want to be the best version of myself. I will marry a man who buys me everything I want because he understands this is what makes me happy.
Steve peers over his drink, his eyes skeptical and focused in on you from across the table, anxiously awaiting your answer.
"You’re my best friend," you shrug, eyes staring down into your mug at the remnants of your milkshake. “Of course I remember the time we first met.”
That wasn’t necessarily his question, but he’ll take what he can get.
He swallows harsh. “How’d it go?”
You eye him suspiciously, quickly noting the nervous thrum of his fingers on the table between you.
He’s been quiet all night. And Steve’s never quiet when he’s with you. Not during your weekly Friday dinners at the diner.
Steve’s always been a talker, ranting and rambling about work and his parents and the possibility of school. You were the only person he ever really opened up to about these things; the only person he ever felt comfortable enough to tell.
So, he knew you would notice something was off right away. He kept turning the conversation to you, listening with a far off stare. He didn’t chat up the waitress like he usually did, or bicker with you about the radio on the drive over.
But he can’t help it. His brain was going a million miles a minute and his palms were starting to sweat and he’s really never felt so nervous in his entire life.
Tonight is the night. Tonight’s the night Steve comes clean about his feelings for you – all those sickly, sweet feelings he’s been wanting to tell you ever since he met you.
He’s not good with his words like you are.
He’s not good with his words like you are.
He’s not good with his words like you are.
Secretly, he’s been silently hoping you would just figure out his feelings by yourself already, so he wouldn’t have to muster up the courage to tell you himself.
It’s genuinely concerning you haven’t noticed already; he shows you his infatuation nearly every time you two are together. He’ll kneel down to tie your shoe for you when it comes undone. And he constantly calls you “just to hear your voice.” And he’ll rub your arms in the freezer section of the grocery store so you don’t get cold because you refuse to just take his jacket. And he still wears that silly friendship bracelet you made him in the tenth grade because he’s too afraid to lose it if he takes it off. And he always, without a doubt, gives you half of his food at the diner, even if he hasn’t eaten all day.
The poor boy’s practically obsessed with you, but you never seem to notice – always off in your own little world, leaving Steve to trail behind you like a lovesick, little puppy.
But he doing the whole puppy dog act tonight. He wasn’t doing anything tonight. He was a wet blanket dripping all over the booth tonight. And he was acting nervous.
And you still couldn’t figure out why.
So, by the time you both finished dinner and your waitress brought the check, you were just a touch annoyed.
“‘How’d it go?’” you repeated, truthfully understanding the question, but just wanting to give Steve a hard time.
“Sure, you know. The first time we met… how’d it go?” he asks again, unsure how to make himself any clearer.
Under the table, his foot had started to mimic the nervous tapping of his fingers. Your eyes snapped to his hand, then the bottom lip between his teeth (nervous habit), then down to your purse next to you in the booth.
“Well,” your brows furrow at the check near the end of the table as you blindly start feeling around your purse for some bills, “I seem to recall it was at the mall? You were in that adorable getup with the hat and the socks… and Robin was there–” You turn your full attention down to your purse, looking at it, offended.
Steve’s eyes narrow on you from across the booth.
“Ah!” You finally pull a crumbled up twenty from the bottomless pit that is your purse.
He really needs to remind you to clean that thing out again.
“Where was I?” you ask innocently over at him, “Oh, right. Robin… Robin, Robin. Oh! She told me you were gonna hit on me and that I should shoot you down no matter what.” You finish with a triumphant smile, the memory drifting back into your mind.
He’s always liked when you smile like that. Like he’s the butt of the joke.
“Right right,” he nods, eyes dropping back to the empty glass in front of him.
You seem to be waiting for him to just come out with it, to just say whatever it is that’s been eating him all night.
But he can’t. Something about the moment feels off.
He’s afraid to peek up and catch your icy glare drilling into him, until he hears you let out another huff as you start shimmying out of the diner booth without him.
“Wh–?” You were already halfway towards the door. His hand swipes up the twenty-dollar bill you left as he digs into his back pocket for his own wallet. He tugs out a twenty of his own and replaces it on the table. He tosses out a five as well – should be enough for a tip – before he spots the forgotten purse on your seat and swipes that up, too, sticking your money back in the rightful pocket of your bag before jogging after you.
He's caught up to you just as you've reached the diner door, and you quickly drop it in his face, opting instead to head towards his car in a dramatic huff.
Eyes rolling, Steve swings the glass door back open, his foot making it about half-way through the exit before the hostess calls out to him.
"You finally gonna bite the bullet and tell her tonight, Stevie boy?" she chides him.
"Har, har, Janet. Very funny," he grumbles, tucking your purse under his arm to preserve some of his dignity.
"See you next week, Harrington," she chuckles, looking back down at the desk in front of her.
God. Is he that obvious?
Shaking the fear from his mind, he bursts back out into the warm, summer air, trailing a step or two after you.
"I didn’t hit on you, by the way," he insists, unlocking the car and jogging over to open the passenger side for you.
You slide in, your belly laugh cut off as he closes the door on you.
Once again, he's found himself to be the butt of the joke. He still doesn't mind all that much.
A smile starts to creep onto his lips upon hearing your laughter, but the grin quickly fades as he remembers the severity of his situation. Steeling his nerves, Steve strides around the hood to the driver's seat.
You're just gonna… go in there and just...Tell her. Just say what you feel, Harrington, c'mon. Best case scenario, she feels the same. Worst case scenario, she laughs in your face.
He grips the door handle, but can't seem to muster up the courage to get in just yet. He catches sight of you through the window, riffling through his glovebox, no doubt looking for the mixtape he made for you all those months ago. You spot the one with his writing on the side – crisp, clean – like he took far too much care in writing it. It's just your name on the side, nothing fancy, but he wanted to make it clear this tape was for you in particular. No one else.
Christ, you're becoming a problem.
He grits his teeth and hops inside as you load up the tape, still chuckling to yourself from earlier. Steve bites back another smile.
"Why's that funny? I didn't hit on you when you came in, I was perfectly civil–"
"Steve, you asked me what color lipstick I was wearing and if I had any plans that night," you shoot him a smirk as you reach for your seatbelt.
A blush warms his cheeks at the memory; he thought you would have forgotten.
He clears his throat and starts the ignition, turning in his seat and throwing his arm around your headrest to reverse, actively avoiding your gaze.
"I– uh, don't remember that."
"You're such a terrible liar, Steve," you smile through the words, whistfully, like he has no idea what he’s gotten himself into.
A chuckle bubbles up in his chest and he can't help but peek over at your smile. Now fussing with the buttons of the stereo, you listen for the song you want to hear.
You look pretty just sitting in his passenger seat, the sun gently setting through the whisps of your hair.
His eyes snap back to his rear window.
The car jolts to life as it swings out of the parking lot. Steve knows the way to your house by heart, but he always insists on taking the longer route back on Fridays.
"I'm actually an amazing liar, thank you very much," he mutters casually, adjusting his rearview mirror and merging onto the road.
"No, Steve, you're not," you finally find the right song and turn up the volume a touch - loud enough to hear the lyrics, but soft enough for you two to hold a conversation.
Steve likes this song. He likes all the songs on this tape because they remind him of you – Friday night drives back to your place, close proximity in his car, those butterflies in his stomach when your gaze turns on him.
"Y/N, I am so good at poker, your brain couldn’t even handle it–"
"Being good at poker doesn't necessarily mean you're good at lying, Steve. Just means you're good at reading people."
"Well that, too," he gives you a cocky look before snapping back to the road. "I'm a man of many talents."
"Pshhh," you smack his arm, as if he's said something particularly funny.
"Ow– Wha–? What is so fucking funny?" He shoots you a look across the car, half shocked, half annoyed.
"Nothing," you're giggling through your words once again, "Nothing, Steve."
"What, you don't think I have any talents?" He's accusatory now, leaning towards you for dramatic effect, his eyes still trained on the road.
"No! No, I didn't say that." A wave of seriousness washes over you, but it's quickly replaced with a sincere lightness, a gentle smile as you look at him. "I think you're plenty talented, Steve."
He scoffs, "Don't take that tone with me."
"What tone?" your voice bounces around the car, "I'm not taking any tone."
"That teasing tone, that 'Oh, yeah. Sure, Steve, whatever you say' tone."
You giggle at his poor impression of you, and he can't help the dopey smile that spreads across his face. He can never stay annoyed with you for too long.
You’ve turned your attention back to his glovebox now. He can tell you're reorganizing the tapes stowed there in a very particular order. He strains his eyes a bit to catch the titles. They’re ordered from left to right – his favorites to his least favorites. They’re definitely easier for him to reach from the driver's seat now.
His chest aches at your actions, how you subconsciously think of him, and a warm smile envelops his face. He thinks about how he'd rearrange every tape you've ever owned if it meant making your life a fraction easier.
Your hands freeze and you spin to face him. A silly smile slips onto your own lips and Steve’s breath hitches.
"What’re you smiling about?" you question coyly.
His grip on the wheel tightens and his eyes snap back to the road. He needs to contain himself.
"You always patronize me." He's grasping at straws, but he knows it'll distract you from the nervous hand running through his hair and the nibbling of his bottom lip.
“Patronize y–? Well, I'm sorry you feel that way, but I wasn't patronizing you just now. I was being sincere." You go back to sifting through his glovebox, muttering to yourself, "Surprised you can even use that word in a sentence…”
His eyes drift back down to your deft, pretty fingers, that bright, pristine nail polish, and he has to steel himself once again. There could be dents on the wheel by the time he pulls in your driveway.
A heavy sigh leaves him as he reaches up to anxiously adjust his rearview mirror. He knows he looks nervous as hell; he just hopes you're too wrapped up in your own little world to notice.
You don't seem to, now picking at your pretty manicure and tapping your foot to the music gliding through the speakers.
Steve passes your street sign and he can't stop the impending dread that washes over him at the idea of you no longer sitting in his car. He always hates the drive back to his place after he drops you off - your warmth still mingling in the air, but he can't quite get a hold of it. He likes that your perfume lingers when you leave, and the smell of your shampoo, but he just hates how it fades so quickly, until he gets to smell it again next Friday.
Pulling into your driveway, his stomach drops. It really is now or never.
He switches off the ignition, leaving you two in the warm darkness of the summer night, surrounded by that hazy light right after sunset. Only bits and pieces of your silhouette are visible from the dashboard light, but you’re still as stunning as always.
A heated look passes between you two before you're gathering up your things to leave, mindful to take your tape out of the stereo, replacing it with his favorite one for his ride home.
Your hand reaches for the handle as you start your goodbye.
"Kay, well, I'll see you next week, okay–"
But he stops you with a hand around your wrist. A silent plead for you to stay.
His heart is in his throat. Your pulse is so strong beneath his fingers. He swears he hears your breath catch.
“Y/N," his voice was low, unsure, like he was still thinking of what exactly to say.
"Yeah?" you give him a worried expression, tuned into his serious tone.
"I…"
But the words were caught in his throat, lips unable to form the words.
"I… I forgot." He deflates just a fraction and rubs your wrist once with his thumb before dropping it.
"Geez, Steve. Don't scare me like that. Thought you were gonna say you hate me or something like that." You chuckle as you swing the passenger door open.
Hate you? Hate you?
He’s not even thinking when he pushes open the driver’s side door and jogs after you to your porch.
You stop fumbling with your front door keys and turn to confront him.
“Forgot something, Harrington–?”
But he cuts off your teasing with his lips pressed to yours.
His hands run up to your neck, his thumbs nestled under your jaw and the pads of his fingers stroking at the soft spot below your ear. Your lips are so soft, so smooth, he can’t stop the little sigh from leaving his throat. Finally, he feels you relax into him, coming up to wrap your hands around his wrists gently, melting into his touch.
Eyes squeezing shut, he’s trying to memorize the feel of you, the smell of your shampoo and the feeling of his nose brushing your soft cheek, and the way your lips move against his, trying to drag the kiss out for as long as possible.
Unfortunately, he still needs that stupid thing called oxygen and he’s forced to pull back. His hands stay at your neck, the thumbs rubbing across your jawline, as his blown pupils sweep over your face.
“I’m really, really into you, by the way,” his words come out so breathless as he looks between your swollen lips and your wide eyes.
A shaky breath escapes through your lips. “Good thing I’m into you, too, pretty boy.”
He can’t even get worked up about the nickname before he’s leaning in again, this kiss much slower, much more meaningful. His heart starts to ache from the feel of your fingers rubbing along his knuckles, and he can’t stop from smiling against your lips. Eventually, he has to stop from how sickeningly sweet his chest feels, pulling back to rub the tip of his nose up the bridge of yours with his eyes squeezed shut, his cheeks and his lungs slowly starting to ache in the best way.
He hears a content hum come from the back of your throat, and he can’t help but mimic the same sticky, sentimental sound himself.
His eyes pop back open to get a good look at you. Your cheeks are flushed and your pupils are blown; you can’t seem to contain your own smile.
“Uh… sorry, if that was a little… unexpected,” he chuckles at your smarmy grin, his hands leaving your face as he takes a bashful step back and off your porch. “I’ll, uh… see you next Friday!”
Spinning confidently on his heel, hands tucking into his pockets, he makes his way back down your walkway and to his car, leaving you there a bit speechless. He smiles to himself at your stunned silence as he reaches for the door handle. Pausing for a moment, he spins back round, riding his adrenaline high.
“I’ll call you!” he calls out to you before swinging the door open and hopping in.
You’re just left there, standing on your porch, watching him drive off, one honk of the horn and then he’s down your street.
A hand comes up to graze over your kiss swollen lips. The spot where Steve Harrington just kissed you. The spot where Steve Harrington’s lips were on yours.
Little did Steve know, you’ve been waiting for him to do that for months now…
Hii roselle! I got into the void finally. I wasted so much time but after i read this post I felt so motivated to do it, I layed on my stomach and breathed in and out until I felt relaxed, then affirmed I didn't give up I kept doing it and persisting.
Eventually even though I didn't get any floating symptoms I still got it. It was pitch black, darkness, comforting and peaceful. I said one affirmation which was "I am who I desire to be and have everything which I desire" and then said "I have all my desires" a few times just to make sure. Then I said "I am out of the void and I will wake up at 8:00 am", and i did it.
(This is going to be extremely detailed because it means a lot to me after struggling for almost 2 years)
I woke up in a luxury penthouse in Paris, my dream city first thing I did was look around and I screamed so loudly LOL, then I was so overwhelmed I started crying. I don't think people realise how tiring and overwhelming after entering the void. I started crying out of pure happiness, for about 20 minutes and then I started exploring, first of all I stared at myself in my beautiful bathroom mirror for so long until I decided to start my skincare and have a shower. Then I went down for breakfast by my private chef a selection of fresh fruit, pastries and cranberry juice. After I finished this I called my friends and did some work on my new macbook pro (new generation). Thats a overview of what I did and dinner and lunch etc.
I am ever grateful for you roselle, my angel. You have a special place in my heart. 🤍
DO IT LIKE MARILYN MONROE: how she manifested her fame and beauty and how you can do the same!
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so lately i’ve been obsessed with marilyn monroe lol and i came across tons of evidence of how she basically manifested her career, beauty, and success! here’s a marilyn quote that i love that pretty much summed up her process:
“I daydreamed chiefly about beauty. I dreamed of myself becoming so beautiful that people would turn to look at me when I passed. And I dreamed of colors - scarlet, gold, green, white. I dreamed of myself walking proudly in beautiful clothes and being admired by everyone and overhearing words of praise. I made up the praises and repeated them aloud as if someone else were saying them.”
in this quote, marilyn is describing how before she became famous, she used to daydream (a.k.a visualize) herself becoming so incredibly beautiful that people stopped and stared at her. she visualized herself wearing rich, beautiful clothes and hearing the people around her praising her and admiring her. she also “made up the praises” (a.k.a affirmations) and repeated them out loud to herself and even pretended that someone else was saying them to her.
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(big thanks to @heartscollector for finding this gem <33)
in this story, marilyn’s friend is describing a instance when she and marilyn were walking down a street in new york. at first literally nobody was paying attention to marilyn, which is why she loved new york, but then marilyn asks her friend if she wants to see her “become her.” now the friend didn’t know what she meant, but she said yes anyway. she then noticed a subtle change in marilyn’s energy which she described to be like “magic” in marilyn. suddenly EVERYONE was turning their heads and realizing “oh crap that’s marilyn monroe,” cars were literally slowing down and paparazzi swarmed to her. one second she was just an average lady, the next she became the most famous actress and star of her time!
the only way i could think that this change would have possibly happened was through marilyn’s concept of self. at first, marilyn held the assumption of “no one notices me in new york,” “i am just a normal girl” etc. she viewed herself as basically invisible in this environment and the assumption played out. however, when she made the switch from normal to superstar, she changed her conception of self in that moment! now of course i’m not sure exactly what she was thinking, but it probably went along the lines of “i am the biggest actress ever,” “everyone notices how famous i am,” “everyone knows how big of a star i am etc.” basically marilyn quickly changed her view of herself from average to superstar, and since everyone is her pushed out, the people around her carried out her assumptions.
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with all this being said, the best way you can manifest fame, beauty, wealth etc. is by changing your self concept! by changing the way you view yourself, your reality will then reflect that change back onto you. before marilyn was famous, she was just another average person, however she viewed herself as something greater than that: an incredibly beautiful movie star! therefore her assumptions of herself were reflected back onto her and she became just that!
so who do you want to be? how do you want the world to view you? ask yourself these questions and then change your assumptions about yourself into the person that you want to be. to wrap up i will leave a few self concept affirmations to help you be on ur way to becoming the next marilyn monroe! ;))
beauty
“i am just as beautiful as marilyn monroe, if not even more.”
“everyone can’t help but notice how pretty i am”
“i get a million compliments every single day”
“i have extreme pretty privilege”
“my beauty is irresistible and hypnotic”
success
“i am extremely successful in everything that i do”
“i am talented in absolutely everything”
“no one is as successful as i am”
“no matter what career i have, i’m always successful”
wealth
“i attract money like a magnet”
“i just can’t help being super rich, it’s who i am”
“ugh why am i soooo rich??”
“i can afford to buy whatever i want”
“my family members are financially abundant and happy”
general
“my self-concept is perfect”
“i get everything that i want no matter what”
“the 3D conforms instantly to my desires”
“everything works out in my favor”
“i am happy and grateful that i have all of my desires!”
spoiler | he doesn’t stop texting me + not “ex” as in we were in a relationship, but that he isn’t my sp anymore.
anyways let’s get to the point.
a lil backstory | a few months ago, on around may? — i met this guy who i found very very cool, i texted him “hey” and he answered back and since that day we talked every single day of the week, good morning & good night texts, flirting, etc — fleur fell in love with the guy and couldn’t get him out of her head, we would talk every day, until he started becoming distant, leaving me on delivered FOR HOURS even DAYS, who leaves fleur on delivered for days? no one. — Back then my sc wasn’t the best, and i would procrastinate a lot, i obsessed over the idea of him texting me again like we used to, and i drained myself to the point i would feel entirely tired, NOT GOOD!
after a few months i noticed he was still in my snapchat, so i removed him from my friends list, i started prioritizing myself and removed him off of snapchat, and i simply stopped thinking about him since all he would give me was anxiety, whenever i would think about him i would simply say “i know he’s dying to text me” and that’s it.
— a few days ago he texted me, nonstop, wanting to talk to me, saying how much he misses me, that he’s sorry … Blah Blah Blah. He literally won’t stop texting, the kid is desperate, i mean who wouldn’t be desperate for me?
let me tell you, he keeps texting like a desperate kid asking for candy, and i don’t need him anymore, i’ve learned to prioritize myself leave my old story behind which includes him, and start my new story without people and unnecessary memories.
princess…….listen…………imagine you’re in love with your best friend stevie <3 and you’re completely inexperienced, right? <3 and kind of totally obsessed with him <3 so you don’t give other boys or girls any attention <3 because you only want steve <3 and don’t get me wrong you do have people that wish to pursue something with you that isn’t platonic <3 but no no no they’re not your stevie so no <3 because you’re his as far as you’re concerned <3 you constantly hug steve around the waist <3 and presses kisses to his shoulders and back and cheeks and neck and jaw <3 and you give him your undivided attention <3 and he loves it <3 you’d ignore anyone to focus on him and him only <3 steve adores you really <3 but he’d never make a move first <3 because he believes that if you’re truly sure of your feelings and ready for a relationship hopefully with him because no one would treat you as well as he knows he can that you’d make a move on him <3 so he swears off other girls <3 he’s a bit obsessed and possessive and jealous and pervy with you tho <3 because he needs something or he’d go crazy <3 you drive him insane either way <3 wearing skirts or dresses when you sit on his lap <3 making him lil special handmade gifts <3 he can actually feel your pussy clench when you’re straddling his thigh to talk to him <3 your cheek kisses only get closer and closer to his mouth <3 you always crave his attention on you and it shows <3 you clearly get jealous when other people flirt with him <3 you point and kick your foot and cross your arms like a spoiled baby <3 but your his spoiled baby so it’s okay <3 steve can’t help but treat you like a princess and spoil you <3 he wants to spend all his ridiculous amount of money on you and you alone <3 you hold his hand often because you told him you love his hands *wink wink* <3 you refer to him as ‘your stevie’ to others <3 you blush every time he’s sweet to you which is always <3 you always need to make him proud <3 he quickly catches up on how sub-y you are only for him <3 glassy eyes and shy smiles and goosebumps and looking like you might drool looking at him <3 you two slowly get more and more obvious in your affections for each other <3 way more touchy than what is expected of “just friends” <3 steve loves teasing you and getting close enough that your lips almost blush just to get you flustered and pressing your thighs together <3 BOTH OF YOU ARE POSSESSIVE AND CLINGY AS HELL <3 your stevie has dozens of photos of you in his room <3 his closet door and his mirror and his bedside table and in his wallet and his car <3 you have a glass trunk filled with all things related to your stevie <3 i imagine his girl being all cute and has a big fairycore and coquettecore aesthetic, maybe girly <3 she’s soft and sweet and nice and dresses in ways that make her look dreamy <3 and steve is obsessed <3 everyone can feel the tension between them <3 until one day something happens and they’re finally boyfriend and girlfriend <3
oh …….. my god ……..
me and steve at all times for no reason
no but this is my fav trope ever …… u just get it …….. like everyone just gets used to the two of you together, so whenever you’re with the group it’s half expected you’re going to be under steve’s arm tugging at his shirt and whispering shyly to him things you don’t wanna say infront of the group :( <3
and steve has such a like …. parental hold over the group anyway so part of you just finds such great comfort in him caring for you bc sometimes it’s nice just to not think for yourself :// like when making plans it’s always “ill have to ask stevie what i’m doing on that day bc i forgot :(” and “steve said no sorry :(” and tugging his arm, following him around, and him turning to you mid conversation and handing you a ten dollar bill to buy something you want, barely paying u any mind cos he’s so used to looking after u <3
and the dynamic between u both is just so cute cos he’s all eye rolls and sarcasm and you’re all floaty fairy smiley and it just makes him wanna protect u all the time :) bc sometimes he will say something sarcastic towards you and it’ll just completely go over ur head and you’ll just smile at him and carry on what you were doing as he pats your head like :))
n everyone who doesn’t know you that well just assumes you’re dating anyway, but the girls who don’t care will flirt with him anyway and call him ‘king steve’ and it makes u so pouty bc ….. that’s your king steve yanno !!!! and i feel like the way you’d get together is one day you’d be having one of your jealous tantrums and steve is just so calm bc you just have NO idea how much he would choose you over any one ????? and then something like this probably happens:
and from then on you’re officially his and he’s officially yours and you pretty much act the same as you already did but with added kissing and insane orgasms <33
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"A most effective way to embody a desire is to assume the feeling of the wish fulfilled and then, in a relaxed and drowsy state, repeat over and over again like a lullaby, any short phrase which implies fulfillment of your desire, such as, "Thank you, thank you, thank you" as though you addressed a higher power for having given you that which you desired.
1) first get into a comfortable position, then get into a very very relaxed state, what i mean by that is, where you reach a point that you don’t even want to move.
2) once you’re in that state, start affirming! repeat and repeat until you fall asleep.
boom! when you wake up, your desire(s) will be there, easy right?
my own personal successes with the lullaby method;
