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The “I Can Do This!” Motivation bottle.
I made this little bottle for my wife at work, but I’ve decided to post it because I know finals are coming up and I think this could be helpful for those of you who are juggling your finals with the rest of your life!
All of these things came from my kitchen spice cabinets, so nothing too crazy or difficult to find here!
I made this as something that embodied what is needed to get through the tough days. It isn’t a good luck charm, just something to bring out the best thing already in you.
Each layer is for a different piece of what makes up a good, productive day in my opinion, so here we go!
Sea salt - for protection
Cinnamon - for success & wisdom
Sage - for peace
Caraway seeds - for mental power
Basil - for confidence
Rosemary - for mental clarity
Red Pepper flakes - for energy
I find that saying my intent out loud really helps me to know that it is there, the more I say something out loud, the more I feel like it is true and real, so I focus on saying my intent for each layer out loud, over and over until I really do feel it there. I also find that saying these things out loud, and being sure of them, helps you to realize that there really IS power in your words. You have power to speak these words and really bring life to them because you are stating, whole-heartedly that this rosemary is going to bring mental clarity to your day. Don’t be afraid to spend as much time as you need to on each layer to feel like your intent is there. This helps me, personally.
Once you’re filled up, put the cork back in, tightly. I would recommend packing these layers in tightly also, so if you care them around in your pocket, they don’t all mix together if you don’t want them to.
After, I sealed my bottle with wax (mine was vanilla scented because it is my wife’s favorite scent and it’s something that really makes her happy) - (also I will make a little post about how I seal up little bottles with wax later on!) and sat with it for quite a while, really focusing the intent into the whole bottle, and what you want for it as a whole. Like before, I sat repeating out loud until I really felt it and believed it with the knowing that my words have power!
I hope this was helpful!
Pairing: Chan x Fem Reader
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI with adult content. Unprotected sex, use of chastity cage, forced orgasm, and degradation.
Word Count: 1,300 and some change.
Author’s Note: Life has been hectic the last few days. But at least I have this!
Chan hates the cage. No, he despises the cage. The metal is cold and heavy between his legs. This is worse than the silicone one. You use the metal one for harsher punishments. He’s only allowed to take it off to clean. A moment to breathe before he’s forced to stuff his cock back in.
However, you love the cage. His cock looks cute, all chubbed up against the metal. You love to play and tease just so you can lap up the pre-cum his cock weeps. Other days he shies away complaining it hurts trying to exploit your sympathy.
He could avoid these situations. All he has to do is behave.
Where’s the fun in that?
If he had more freedom instead of abstaining, then he wouldn’t try behind your back. You argue your teaching is to squash the brat out of him. All that does is spur him on. He misbehaves the first chance he gets.
These past few days in the cage have been the longest duration. Maybe he will cool his jets to get back in your good graces.
Chan doesn’t remember the last time he had a real orgasm.
Well, that’s a lie. He does. It’s why he’s in the cage this time. He was selfish. You were supposed to be at work till four. The plan was to play with himself and hide the evidence before you show up. He froze like a deer in the headlights when you entered the bedroom. There was no way to deny what he was doing, caught red-handed in a post orgasm haze.
Now he lays flat on the bed with you above him. He’s naked, minus the cage. You are sitting back on his thighs. In your hands is an open bottle of lube.
Chan flinches at the cold temperature dripping onto his cock. He attempts to stay still, thinking about the laundry he needs to finish or the fact he has errands to run tomorrow morning. Anything to keep his mind distracted from the way your hands smear the lube over the cage down to his balls. It’s messy and wet, how he likes it.
Despite trying to stay in his head, Chan’s cock responds the longer you fondle him. He’s run out of typical distractions, forced to accept his fate in this losing battle. You will have fun with him unless he taps out with his safe word.
Truth be told, he can handle this. Half of his daydreams are fantasies about this very situation, the control you have, and even harsher punishments. All of it. You are the first partner to try to tame his brat. He wants to see what’s up your sleeve.
“Oh, look how pretty.”
Chan shudders at your words. This isn’t the first time you caged his cock, yet the sight enamors you. A sharp nail of yours runs down the length of the cage. “Hurts.” He sputters out. His plush lips turned down into a pout. “Please take it off.”
“Now, why would I do that? Your punishment isn’t over.”
The mocking tone in your voice stings. You’re amused by all this. Your hands continue to run over his sensitive cock, causing him to grab fistfuls of the bedding to ground himself. Small noises of discomfort leave him.
“Oh, stop with the tears. They don’t work on me.”
The anticipation nearly kills Chan. There is no urgency with you, always playing at your own pace. Now is no different. You shift forward to grind your hips down, letting your warm pussy glide over the poor trapped cock aching in the cage. Every rock of your hips helps the fiction against your clit. It might be enough to build an orgasm for you while poor Chan suffers.
God, you’re evil.
He loves it.
“Isn’t this want you wanted? Didn’t you want sex?”
No matter how Chan responds to you will make a difference. In reality, it is a trap. One he’s not gonna fall for. Instead, he keeps his eyes locked where your bodies meet, curious about how this night will escalate. This is only the beginning. He can handle some light teasing.
Chan’s breath hitches, feeling the tip of his cock slip inside of you. The familiar warmth taunts him. All he wants is to grab your hips to hold you still while he thrusts up into you.
Unfortunately, self control and the damn cage prevents him.
“I told you not to touch yourself. And what do I come home to? You selfishly breaking my rules.” You say with a stern voice. Chan shakes his head. “No?” You questioned. “I didn’t come home to you humping a pillow like a bitch in heat?”
Chan can’t focus on your words right now. The sound of your wet pussy is deafening. He whines at your hand, sneaking down to give a firm squeeze to his balls.
“Please take it off!”
“No baby, because you’re still focused on your pleasure. Once you learn, then maybe.” There is a shift in your energy to a mischievous side. The corners of your lips curl up in a smile. “Besides, if you can come with it on, then there is no reason to take it off, right?”
Chan should have expected such an answer. The cage curbs his arousal. On rare occasions when he gets worked up, he’ll come. It’s not the same, it’s weaker.
You continue to grind down, taking the few inches of cock. Chan attempts to thrust up to help. He wants you to feel good. He needs you to come sooner than later. The happier you are, the better for him. Unfortunately, the cage prevents him from sinking any deeper.
He swears to himself to appreciate the next time he fucks you without the cage. Honestly missing the snug tightness clenching around him. He groans at the thought. This train of thought is a dangerous slope, causing his begging to grow in desperation. He doesn’t care who hears him.
“P-please!”
“P-p-please what, Channie?” You mock, now patronizing him. “You gotta beg nicer than that if you want me to care.”
A string of curse words leaves his mouth. The pressure of the metal hurts. Even though you are the reason he’s in this dance of pleasure and pain, he holds no resentment.
No, you are a beautiful goddess in moments like this. Eyes fluttering shut, lips parted as you quietly moan. Your soft breasts are inches from his mouth when you lean forward for a better angle. Chan wants to touch, wants to lick, and suck on the pretty nipples. Yet he does not move. He doesn’t dare, already in too much trouble.
“Close.” Chan babbles out, nearly unintelligible. Those thoughts running through his mind are pushing him closer to the point of no return. “Gonna come.”
You rut your hips till the last possible second before backing off his cock. A second later, there is the light stream of cum leaking from the tip. His caged cock twitches with another spurt, leaving the end.
The whine leaving Chan is high in pitch. One to express his frustration. He’s broken and defeated, not enjoying the satisfaction of a real orgasm.
“Color baby.” You ask with concern in your voice. A moment of silence follows. Sharp nails dig into Chan’s chin to tilt his face down when your question continues to go unanswered. His beautiful eyes glossed over as you search them. “Answer me when I speak to you.”
Between breathless pants, he utters one word. “Emerald.”
“I knew the crocodile tears were fake.” You say with a scoff, pushing his face away. “Head to the bathroom so we can get you clean.”
Chan nods, trying to catch his breath. Relief washes over him. Cleaning up means the cage will come off. It might be temporary freedom, but still freedom. He’ll take it. If he’s lucky, you will join him and maybe he can pull a few more shenanigans. He has a brat title to live up to.
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It’s not enough to get a support system. That’s like having people push a broken car forward. You are the car (and the mechanic). Only you have the power to look within all the messed up parts of you and find out why you’re not working. You will only work when you replace the broken parts and get the engine running more efficiently. If it’s broke, only you can fix it for good because you can’t leave it to others.
Bisexuals, reblog and put in the tags if you can do math; trying to prove that there is correlation because I refuse to believe I’m just stupid.
Seras = Charlie
Integra = Vaggie
ITS THAT TIME YES IT IS
soooo what will my next watch be?? YOU PICK
(so my indecisive ass doesn't have to)
You know I actually CAN do it with a broken heart. By the grace of God and the power of hot showers, regular meals, the daily little treat, and a surprising divine gift called laughter.
I must sleep. Sleep is the mind-healer. Sleep is the big-life that brings total ability to fucking do anything. I will face my bed. I will permit the blankie to pass over me and snores to pass through me. And when sleep has gone past I will turn the outer eye to greet the new morning. When the sleep has gone there will be everything. Energy and will to live will remain.
2018 New Year’s Resolutions
-Have better self-care habits
-Spend time exercising each day
-Spend more time practicing music
-Learn Guitar
-Learn Welsh
-Stand up for my opinions
-Write more
-Write a song
-Smile more (not that I don’t already, but smiling makes everything better so why not do it more)
-See more live music
-Hang out WAY more with my friends
-Take on the college monster and conquer it
-Kick ass
-Be 100% me
。・゜ ♡ ・ 。 。・゜ ♡ 。・゜ ♡ ・ 。 。・゜ ♡ ♡ 。・゜ ♡ . .♡ ・ 。 。・゜ ♡
Please keep going, I know you can do it
。・゜ ♡ ・ 。 。・゜ ♡ 。・゜ ♡ ・ 。 。・゜ ♡ ♡ 。・゜ ♡ . .♡ ♡ 。・゜ 。・゜ ♡ ・ 。
hiii hru today :3?? I hope u have an amazing time these two days before school opens and I hope u have a great time during school too :3!! U can do it!!
hehe im good!!!
thanks lee..im like so dreading it😵💫hopefully its just......not bad
WEIRD QUESTION TIME
How many of y'all can manually make a rumbling sound that no one else can hear by tensing something in your ear? It's kinda like having a tornado in your head.
I thought everyone could do it but most of the people I've asked about it had no idea what I was talking about. I didn't even know what the fuck I was actually doing til now.
Turns out it's the ability to flex your tensor tympani and apparently it's kinda rare. Some people can only do it when they yawn or if their eyes are closed but for only a couple seconds, in myself and others case it can be done indefinitely without yawning or shutting your eyes. There's a whole ass reddit full of memes based on this too.
here i am with two books left to finish my goodreads goal and i’ve just decided to reread a 113k fic
starting again! this time...with friends by my side!!
to: new from-izzy...
remember when you were scared that you wouldn't be able to make friends? well...look at you now? you've come so far!
no this is not a setback!
it unfortunately happened...and there's a high chance that tumblr's staff can't do anything about it!!
don't be discouraged! don't be sad for too long! cry it out! scream (okay it's 12:40am, maybe don't do that...) it out!
but don't forget your lovely mutuals! don't forget the genuine interactions you've had with them so far! don't forget the happiness you felt when they answered your message for the first time! don't ever forget these friends as you move on with your journey!
use this as an opportunity to start again! you said that you didn't like how your old posts looked right? you've found your trademark now!
rewrite it, remaster it, reupload it!
don't give up now, okay? not when there was proof before that people support your work!
you can do it! i believe in you!
from: old from-izzy
Instead of doing anything productive for the last week I’ve been playing Phasmophobia and now I’m pretty sure my calling in life is to be a ghost hunter 😂😂👻
whats on todays to do list?
trying not to kill myself
ok wait, reblog if you’ve cried at least once because of math, doesn’t matter which grade i’m trying to prove something