This is for my Law of Assumption, manifestation girlies–
i know everyone sees this everywhere because its the basis of the entire law, but,
your 4d is your reality. your 3d is just a reflection of it.
think of it this way, for eg there's a mirror and youre standing in front of the mirror. now, there's two versions of yourselves that you can see. one, which is literally you in hard physical form; and the second in the mirror, which is just a reflection. its not even real.
now, your mirror self does not control you physical body. its the other way round. you control your reflection.
your 3d is just the mirror reflection, guys. your 4d is the real shit. thats the real deal, where change takes place. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH.
if youre standing in front of the mirror and your reflection lifts its arm, thats not going to make you lift your arm. if you lift your arm, thats when the change occurs in the reflection. you are in control of that.
like, it HAS to change. the reflection in the mirror HAS to change because its LAW. its literal PHYSICS. its SCIENCE you guys, the reflection has to change.
just like that, your 3d also HAS to change if your 4d changes. it has to because that is also LAW. its called the LAW of assumption. why are you looking for logic in it??? so many people are gaining hundreds of dollars OVERNIGHT and you're still doubting something that always existed????? its SCIENCE, you guys its literally psychology, physics, and goddamn neuroscience. IT IS PROVEN THAT THOUGHTS SHAPE YOUR REALITY. there was a legit study conducted on this. why are you still doubting yourself????
this has been the best analogy for me so far because i too had immense difficulty actually believing that it would come true, until i realised, it already has. its already true in my 4d. i have already got that desire in my 4d. how does it even matter what the 3d shows??? my 4d matters. thats what shapes my reality. and you know what the 4d is BLIND. your subconscious is literally BLIND guys. you are already given the best possible circumstances to get whatever you want, why are you still doubting and crying????
whenever i start to waver from my affirmations, i just always think back to the mirror analogy, and that it has actually already happened in the original reality which is the 4d. the 3d does not matter. irrelevant. (im not saying to shut the 3d out its actually quite lovely but dont let that stop u from assuming u have your desires).
you can literally scroll for hours and hours on end, searching and reading through numerous posts on tumblr, videos on YouTube, you can go searching for "signs" from the universe everywhere (do that if it makes you feel good tho) and rant and complain about how its "not happening" and you're just "not good at manifesting". but you know what? no one, literally NO ONE on this entire planet, even the most master manifestors can convince you to change your mindset, or believe in your affirmations, if you dont. you need to take the first step for yourself. you cant have your cake and eat it. even manifesting takes DISCIPLINE and hardwork. not in the hustle culture way normalised by society, but you NEED to train your mind and your thoughts and maintain a mental diet in order to get to the easy part. you have to prep your brain for the easy part to come in.
i promise you your blessings are literally almost here. they are already here. the only reason you have not gotten them is because you are standing between you and your blessings and manifestations. the universe sends the desires the minute you say it, but they cant get to your reality, if you are restricting them from entering your reality.
so literally just decide. affirm. and keep. persisting. that's legit all there is. you can always always try more techniques and methods of course if you want to and you feel good about it. but do not get stressed about it. its supposed to be fun, not draining. BELIEVE for once. if it had to work out by you not believing yourself and not trusting the universe, it would have. but it hasnt. and for that to change you must trust. however unrealistic that may be.
my inbox is open if anyone has any questions always ofc <3
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summary: enemies to lover, fem!reader. remus gets assigned to tutor the one person in Hogwarts he can't stand. how will it play out?
warnings: swearing a little ig? she/her pronouns used for reader, no use of y/n yet, marauders era!remus
word count: 655 words
a/n: this is my first fanfic ever, hope everyone likes it ♡ this is a short chapter, and also the first part only. there will be more parts to this, sorry if its short. there's not much happening in this part, BUT i promise the next parts are going to have development. drop any recommendations you might have <3
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“WHAT?”
Remus was going to lose his mind. When Professor Mcgonagall had told him that he had been assigned as a tutor to a student in their year, he had been pretty decent about it. He could tutor people, its not a big deal.
But what Remus had not expected, was to be assigned a tutor to the one person in this school he could not stand–you.
Mcgonagall blinked. “Is there a problem, Mr. Lupin?”
Remus groaned, “Professor, Please, I can’t stand her, you have to put me with another student, you just- you have to, I can’t-" He knew he was whining, but he couldn’t help it. Two hours everyday, for a month?! And with you?!
Mcgonagall looked surprised and taken aback. “Mr. Lupin, calm down. You’re behaving as if I’ve just told you to deal with a Hungarian Horntail.”
Remus huffed. “Trust me, I would rather deal with a monstrous dragon than with her.”
Mcgonagall cleared her throat, “Well, there is nothing I can do, Mr. Lupin. It’s already been assigned. I’m sorry, but I can’t help you further.”
Remus sighed in defeat and nodded. Mcgonagall looked at him almost sympathetically. “Remus, you might hate her all you want, but you have to help her. I know you can.” She says, with a motherly expression.
Remus nods reluctantly. “Yes, professor, I’ll…I’ll take care of it.” He hopes he can, atleast.
He exits her office with his thoughts jumbled. He could do it, right? It’s just…tutoring. Just get it over with without any homicide. That’s…doable.
He groans. Who is he kidding? It was going to be the worst month of his life.
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Remus sat in the library, his fingers drumming impatiently on the table. His foot tapped on the stone ground rhythmically, as he checked his wristwatch for the twentieth time. He huffs impatiently. “Where the hell is she?”
You come rushing through the library door, and sit down on the seat next to Remus, plopping your bag down in the table, slightly breathless. Remus glares at you, “That’s a nice watch you got there. Does it work?”
You roll your eyes, “It’s not a big deal. I’m just-“ You check the time. “…30 minutes late.” You sigh. “Okay, fine. I’m sorry. Can we start now, or would you rather sit here and glare at me?”
They open their books, and start studying. Over an hour goes by of Remus explaining Transfiguration to you (albeit the unnecessary remarks by you in between).
After an hour and half, you sigh heavily. Remus narrows his eyes at you, at your big sigh. “Oh, I’m sorry, Am I boring you?” He says, sarcastically.
You give him a sarcastic smile back. “Yes, actually, you are. Please shut up.”
Remus huffs and leans back in his chair. “Well, I could just stop, I’m not the one who needs tutoring. I wouldn’t be here if Mcgonagall hadn’t forced me to help you.”
You roll your eyes, “Yeah, well I wouldn’t be here either if Mcgonagall didn’t think I needed tutoring. I’m not totally enthusiastic about this either. So, can you just do your job, and get this over with so we can both overcome this torture?”
Remus rolled his eyes, “Maybe if you weren’t so stupid, we wouldn’t be stuck here anyways.”
You narrow your eyes “Do you want me to leave? Because I can go. You know Mcgonagall is not going to scold me.”
Remus sighs reluctantly, “No, okay, fine. I’ll stop.” Then mutters under his breath, “Stop breathing if I have to deal with this shit anymore.”
“Okay, I’m leaving.”
Remus rolls his eyes and watches as you get up and walk away, his eyes stuck at your retreating form, as the sunlight reflected on your hair. He feels almost…disappointed. But he quickly shakes it off, and gets up to leave as well.
Jesus, she was going to be the death of him.
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so there was this quote that a very random app on my phone popped up with today. and it felt weirdly destined. hope this helps people with their manifesting journeys and stuff. its really cheesy but here you go–
"life has a way of unfolding beautifully when you stop worrying about the 'how' and start focusing on the 'wow'!"
summary: enemies to lovers, more slow burn, and a little fluff too if you squint. friendly banter and little bit of a mid life crisis. awkward reader and remus.
warnings: references to minor injuries and violence, mentions of blood and smoking, use of y/n, use of she/her pronouns for reader, banter, mentions of underage drinking and hangovers, parties, swearing
word count: 1.1k words
a/n: im so sorry about the very late chapter, i had exams and like a lot of stress😭 but there's a lot of slow burn in this chapter so i hope that makes up for it. i hope to be more consistent with this series from now on lol. there's probably 2 more chapters left in this series. and yea, hope you guys like this chapter and im so grateful for all those you have supported me through this series ♡
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For probably the tenth time that day, you wondered what was wrong with you.
Because there had to be. You were going to Remus Lupin's dorm. Your sworn enemy. The boy you would kill without hesitation. Well, atleast you would’ve in the past. Now, you weren’t so sure. Your heart had other plans and apparently, so did your fist.
Thinking of, you flex your fingers, still bloody and scraped. Remus eyes your hand as you both walk down the hallway to the Gryffindor common room. As you both reach the portrait of the Fat Lady, he mutters the password, and you make your way inside the gold and red common room.
You and Remus walked up the staircase of the boy’s dorm. You quirk your eyebrows amusedly as you both walked into his dorm room. Wow. There was something you didn’t know you’d ever do.
His room was not so different from what you would’ve thought. Clothes thrown about, a faint scent of wet dog, smoke, and chocolate, broomsticks lying on a four poster bed. That must be his roommate, James. As much as you know, Remus was not a fan of playing quidditch. You don’t know why you know that either.
Remus sighs, looking around the room, wincing. “Yeah, um…It’s not in perfect condition right now.”
“Yeah, I can tell.” You say, looking around.
He rolls his eyes. “Come on, smartass. Let’s get your hand cleaned up.” He says, leading you to the bathroom.
“Sit.” He says pointing to the countertop, getting a medical kit. Your heart did a little flip, for reasons you would be ignoring, and you sit up on the countertop. “You didn’t have to do this, you know.”
Remus looks at you with an eyebrow quirked. “You didn’t have to punch Snape for me.” He retorts back bemusedly.
You scoff, narrowing your eyes despite a small smirk tugging at your lips. “Touche.
“And I didn’t punch him for you, you know.”
“No?” He says in that same amused tone, like he knew something you didn’t. You didn’t know if you hated it or liked it.
You clear your throat, shifting on the counter. “No. He was just…being a bitch. And he called Lily a…you know. So, yeah. It’s not all about you.” You say, avoiding his gaze that seems fixated on you.
Remus nods. “Yeah, that’s true.” He walks closer towards you, stopping just some inches short. You could feel his breath on your skin, and it sent a small shiver down your body. “But it was about me a little, though.” He says in a low voice, and that god-forsaken smirk on his lips.
Your breath hitches, as you look up into those honey-brown eyes. You would get lost in them, if you weren’t so nervous already. You had been silent for too long. You had to speak. You open your mouth, but words don’t come out. Words. Any words. Just talk. Something, just say. Something. Oh my god. Just say anything, anything would do, just don’t stay quiet–
“You have nice eyes.”
Yeah, you should’ve stayed silent.
Remus blinks in surprise, his face heating up. That dropped his smug act pretty fast. You mentally facepalm yourself. “O-Oh. Um…Thanks.” Remus stammers out nervously. He’s hyper aware of your proximity now, and his gaze trails over your features. His eyes drop to your lips. He gulps.
Both of you can feel something shift in the air in that moment. Something akin to…a feeling in your gut. A realization. Your heartbeats synced, pounding through your chest, and hot breaths exchanged in the crammed space of the bathroom.
And then, terror.
Remus takes a step back, needing to put some space between you both before he does something you both will regret. You inhale sharply, looking away.
He averts his gaze, too, picking up the medical kit with shaking hands. He wordlessly takes your hand, sending shivers down both of your bodies, the touch like an electric shock.
Your gaze remains on his face, roaming through his features as he cleans your knuckles with unusual tenderness. He gently wraps the gauze around your scraped knuckles, securing it in place. His hand lingers in yours, as he keeps his gaze on your hand.
“Thanks.” You say, your voice softer than it should’ve been. You clear your throat, and pull your hand away. Remus blinks and averts his gaze, running a nervous hand through his brown hair. “Yeah, um…all done.”
“So, I better get going. I got, um…things to do…” You say, nervously, albeit a bit awkwardly.
“Just go.” Remus sighs, waving a dismissive hand. You nod curtly, and quickly step out breathing a sigh of relief. God. That was…weird.
Even though neither of them had said anything about it, one thing was clear to both of them, a fact standing there like a nonverbal agreement.
They would not be talking about this, but both of them would certainly be thinking about it. Probably an unhealthy amount.
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“Earth to Y/n? Hello?”
A hand waving in front of your face. You blink. “What?” You turn to the blonde waving the said hand. The book in your lap lay far forgotten.
Marlene chuckles. “I asked you if you were going to the party tomorrow. Didn’t you hear?”
You blink again, catching up to your surroundings. You had zoned out, daydreaming. It had been happening a regular amount this week. Most of the time because it was about somewhere or a certain someone. You clear your throat, repeating the asked question in your head. “Um…What party?” You ask confused, shaking your head.
Mary sighs dramatically landing her head on the table in front of them. Marlene rolls her eyes at her antics. “The party tomorrow? In the common room?”
Lily tilts her head. “Come on. Don’t tell me you forgot about a party. You love parties! And it’s the after party for the Quidditch Cup.”
You wince. “I don’t love parties. I just…have certain experiences at them.” Certain said experiences include getting drunk at Sirius' 16th birthday party and then waking up with a throbbing headache in a stinking common room. You try not to think about that.
Lily sighs. “Whatever. You’re coming. And you’re watching the game, too.” She says. You smirk amusedly at her. “Since when are you interested in watching Quidditch?” You ask teasingly.
Lily smiles sarcastically at you with narrowed eyes. “Since when are you interested in reading about werewolves?” She teases back. Your face heats up. You scowl and shove the book into your bag. “Touché.” You thought you had hidden the cover well. Apparently not.
It was a good thing Marlene and Mary didn’t know about Remus’ condition. You would never hear the end of this.
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yk sometimes you gotta learn to say fuck it. literally. sometimes you need to go against what society deems wrong or bad, and just do what you gotta do. NO ONE is asking you to be perfect. if you're craving something, have it. no ones killing you for that. if you cant sleep at 2 am at night, and you're so annoyed you could cry, then fuck it just go on your phone or read something. even if its a shitty fanfiction. who cares if its deemed wrong and unhealthy. you know what's really wrong and unhealthy? torturing yourself for NOTHING. its not worth it. because making a bad decision once in a while won't kill you, but forcing yourself to go on a shitty decided life path that you dont like, will.
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zoning out is so productive. daydreaming is essential for mental health. that being said i dont think my brain ever shuts the fuck up. theres always something going on up there. until the age of 14 i thought no one's brain ever shuts up. newsflash turns out its just my neurodivergent ass and that little adhd in my brain going haha bitch you thought
