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GUYS SEND ME HOZIFIC REQUESTS I BEGGGGGGGGGG

I'm having #writersblock and I need something to help me get over it

I humbly gift you hand shots as a motivation (thank yew Ruth for these x)

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hey guys!! sorry I've been really MIA recently. I've got some exams coming up which are the grades I have to apply to university with so I'm focusing all my efforts there.

please send good energy my way I'm acc dying out here

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guys aahhhhhh

finally after years of completely changing my body in my dr and I'm scripting that I still have my thick thighs in my dr

baby steps but still

(this is in no way shaming people who completely change their bodies- do whatever you want- but this is just a personal milestone about me becoming less insecure about myself)

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Good God You’re A Sweet Thing

Chapter 1: Through The Cold, I'll Find My Way Back To You

notes: ahh guys I'm so excited to post my first chapter of this!!

Word Count: 1,845

Summary: in which we meet our main character (and others) and she gets an unexpected call from someone

previous: intro

September 2012

I sat across from Andrew, tears in both of our eyes, his hand in mine. “I think it's just best for the both of us.” Nodding, I sniffled. The breakup was inevitable. Our relationship had been teetering on the edge of destruction for a while now and soon enough something was going to come crashing down. “And I mean it’s not like we’re suddenly going to start hating each other, you know.”

“I’m not having you forget about me when you’re all rich and famous, living it big style in America or whatever.” My breath hitched as I tried my hardest not to burst into tears once again.

Andrew let out a teary laugh, holding his little finger up in the gesture of a pinky promise. “How could I ever forget you, Bea?”

I took his pinky in mine and shook it. “I love you Andy.”

“I love you too, honey.”

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February 2015

Saturday

“Bea, our bus is gonna leave in like 5 minutes, hurry up!” my roommate Helena shouted at me from the front door of our apartment as I tugged on my Doc Martens, hopping as I tried to tie my laces.

I grabbed my bag, flinging the patchwork satchel over my shoulder. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

Helena snorted. “That’s what she said.” I glared at her through my too long fringe. God, I have to cut this again, I thought before standing up and following her through the door.

It was a crisp autumnal morning in Dublin, the pavements wet from last night's rain, causing leaves to stick to my worn out boots as we walked towards the bus that would take us to the city centre. The sky was grey with clouds, threatening another bout of drizzle while the wind whistled down the small street our flat was on. I hugged my jacket around my shoulders a bit tighter as we turned the corner onto the main road, passing the diner we frequented.

“So,” Helena started, “I’m thinking we'll go get lunch first because by the time we’re out of Waterstones it’ll be definitely at least 2.” I nodded in agreement. “Then Waterstones, then I need to pop into Penney’s to get some bits and pieces, then the record shop and THEN go to the shopping centre.”

“Sound’s good to me.” I responded, making a mental note of the order of which we’d visit each shop.

Ever since we’d met each other during freshers week in the university library, me and Helena had got on like a house on fire, bonding over our love of books, music and that we were both foreign students from two of the most hated countries in the world, me being English and Helena being French. All we were missing was an American to complete the unholy trinity. We arrived at the bus stop just as the bus pulled in, stepping on and flashing our bus passes to the driver before climbing up the steps and taking our usual position in the front right seats of the bus.

Once we reached the city centre, we climbed off our transport into the newly soaked streets of Dublin, running quickly into the cafe we’d previously decided on.

I shook out my pink hair, attempting to prevent the inevitable frizz that the dampness of the rain caused and praying none of my hair dye had run. The cafe was cosy, with armchairs and low tables dotted around the space and a counter in the centre of the room selling hot drinks and baked goods. I regarded the menu before deciding on a tea and a brie and bacon baguette which I promptly ordered and paid for before making my way over to a spare table by the window, looking out onto one of Dublin’s rainy streets, Helena in tow. I took a few sips of my tea, warming myself up, and before long our sandwiches arrived.

“Jesus, that Hozier dude is everywhere nowadays.” I grinned as the unmistakable opening lyrics of Take Me To Church began playing over the cafe’s sound system. “Came out two bloody years ago” I murmured under my breath. I thought of what Andrew would be doing right now. Probably asleep on a plane routed to god knows where for his next sell out show. His success was never a surprise to me- I’d always known his fame was inevitable ever since I’d heard his voice for the first time across a dingy Dublin bar. And now his songs were a household name, with fangirls all over him.

“To be honest, it is quite a big flex that you’ve had sex with him. For all you know, this song could be about you.” Helena said, through a mouthful of panini.

I shoved the final part of my sandwich into my mouth before adding “Yeah, but it's not really a flex that he also broke up with me.”

“To be honest, it was a long time coming.” She shrugged, nibbling on the end of a chip. I scowled at her. “At least you had your time with him. He’ll probably have forgotten about you with all his fame”

“He pinky promised me he never would so I highly doubt that babes.”

We continued giggling and chatting throughout the meal and before long the sky had cleared up and we were on our way to our idea of heaven- the giant Waterstones in the town centre. Three glorious hours were spent in the 4 storeys of books and after we came out our bags had become significantly heavier, and our wallets significantly lighter which was an insight to how the rest of our day would be going. I bought some fluffy socks and a new denim skirt from Penney’s along with the vinyl of Dummy by Portishead which I’d been meaning to buy for a while now.

Returning to the flat with our arms laid down with full bags felt like a reward. As we flopped down onto the sofa in our cosy living room, I wriggled my phone out of my jeans pocket, realising I hadn’t checked it in over 5 hours. When I opened the screen, I scrolled through the usual notifications: “@helena.toussant mentioned you in a story”, “Hardzello Worshippers: New Chat from barbie <3”, KitKat: how do i do the pasta?”. As I read through them, I noticed a new one pop through that made my heart flutter. I internally punched myself before opening the message.

Missed Call from: Sugar Tits😍

Andrew never had the time to call me now with all the touring which made me nervous as to why he suddenly found new time in his busy schedule. I didn’t want to call him back, just in case he was busy so instead I dropped him a text, telling him I was free and that he could call me any time.

“What you grinning at?” Helena snooped, reading my face as I took my phone off silent so that if he decided to call me again I’d hear it.

I carefully straightened my features out into that of nonchalance. “Nothing…” I pursed my lips together as my heart fluttered. It was hard to not still have a crush on him, even after all this time. He’d been so sweet and awkward when we’d first got together and I couldn’t deny, seeing him all confident and occasionally feral on stage made him a whole new level of hot.

“Shut up… it's not Andrew is it!?” She shrieked.

I beamed from ear to ear, my face quickly heating up with that all familiar blush I’d come to associate with him.

“Shut up awwh,” Helena cooed from beside me as I hid my face in a pillow on our sofa. “Beatrice and Andrew sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-”

I hit her over the head with the pillow. “You’re just jealous because none of your exes are world famous rock stars that find time in their day to call you.”

Helena mocked offence. “You’re a horrible person.”

“I know.” I said sweetly, batting my eyelashes. “Dude he’s so fit.” I groaned, leaning back into the sofa, grinning like a teenage girl.

“Yup” she said, popping the P, “Already established that like 5 years ago when you first met.”

“AND he's almost a whole foot taller than me. Fucking huge.” I trailed off, my mind wandering. “You know what else is huge…”

I was cut off by the loud ringtone of my phone, making me jump out of my skin. Andrew’s contact popped up along with the god awful profile picture I’d assigned him back in 2011 of him, drunk as anything, wearing nothing but his boxers and one of my bras. I answered the call, shushing Helena and putting the phone up to my ear.

“Hello, my love.” said Andrew’s familiar Irish lilt over the phone. Our relationship may have ended, but his pet names never did. One look over to Helena made me see she wanted me to put the phone on speaker so she could eavesdrop- I begrudgingly did so.

“Heya Andy. How’s touring?” I asked.

I heard a sigh from the other end of the phone. “I’m so fucking tired. Had one day off yesterday and spent the whole time asleep.”

“I could never…” I shook my head chuckling, knowing how hard it was for me to get out of bed before 9am each morning. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, why?” Andrew asked, the sleeplessness now evident in his voice.

“Well you don’t usually have time for a call so either you want to speak to me about something important, or you dearly miss the sound of my voice.”

“Oh yeah.. about that.” He cleared his throat, his voice suddenly nervous. The hopeless romantic in me begged for him to confess his love for me but the rationality of my mind immediately squashed it down. “Well, so you know how we wrote that song when we were together?”

“Uh yeah…” I answered. We’d written and recorded In A Week in Andrew’s parent’s attic way back in when I was 20 and he was 21 as a bit of fun, but when Andrew had got signed two years later, the record company had pleaded for a duet so instead of writing a new one, he put our song forward. I was credited on the record and got half the royalties which had sparked some debate on Twitter about who this elusive Beatrice Mackinnon was and why she had no other music released and no sign of her on social media. The truth was, Beatrice Mackinnon was the least elusive person, perpetually loud and working in a coffee shop to pay off her student loan.

“Well, my tour manager…” He trailed off. “I have no idea how to phrase this or say it at all and, ehm, you have no pressure on you to say yes but I was just wondering…” God, how I adored his nervous stuttering. “Basically, I have a set at Coachella in April and my tour manager wants me to add In A Week to the setlist and that I had to find someone to sing it with and I was wondering if you’d possibly like to perform it with me… at Coachella.”

notes: AH!! so there it is. I hope you enjoyed and please comment to lmk what you thought

tags: @shortqueershakespeare @effervescent-fool @deprivedmusicaljunkie @cervidaewasteland @unreal-unearthed @man-i-love-folklore @lifemod17

(also comment if you wanna be added to a taglist)

next chapter: chapter 2

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diva do a face reveal

the people (sum total of 2) have spoken andddddddd.....

face reveal!?!?!

this was the photo that made me want to post my face

and now some more ones that I nicked from my insta story (literally all the songs are david bowie and yes I'm dressed as him for one of the photos. surprisingly he's not even in my top 5 artists)

( @bumbl3beetle also sent an ask for this)

ahhh this is low-key scary posting these but mostly because I'm scared of any irls finding it (none of them have tumblr bar 1 who I have blocked)

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this took me an embarrassingly long time...and i realize it's missing 1 or 2 things but i'm not redoing this so oh well.

template made by @templatepsds

xo, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫

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taken a photo of myself so good I'm tempted to do a face reveal 👀

(lowkeyyy tho- someone's gonna have to ask for it tho bc like I'm not confident enough to just post it out of the blue😬)

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hi!! thanku so much for replying previously, what would you recommend to script specifically for going to the 70s/80s?

yeah of course!! (these are just copied and pasted from my script)

-cigarettes, drugs and alcohol do not harm your body and you can't get addicted

-photos and videos aren't crap quality (more like digital camera quality)

-the AIDs epidemic never happened

-medicinal and psychological knowledge is up to the same standard as modern day

-the old cars are easy to drive

-theme parks are up to modern safety

-racism, homphobia, transphobia, misogyny ect. don't exist

i've also scripted in a few of my favourite tv shows and books

(also if you're comfortable, feel free to message me!! if not that's totally okay for me too, I don't mind at all)

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hey love!! hope youre doing well!! i came across your queen dr post and got so happy someone has the same dr as me 🙈 if you dont mind would you like sharing ur experiences in that dr?

hiii omfg of course!!! I will say I don't really intend to shift to it again (interests change yk) but it was my main dr for about 2 years and I'm still a HUGE fan of Queen.

So my Queen DR was the first place I ever shifted to and I was on stage (in depth post about it is here)

The 2nd time I ever shifted I was in my flat where I intended to wake up. I can't really remember any exact details since this was almost 2 years ago but I do however remember seeing sunlight behind my eyelids which very much was not in my OR because it was about midnight and I tried to stay calm (and failed a bit) so I just tried to ground myself and that's when my hearing and touch kinda kicked in.

(side note, I find that my senses all come about individually and my first is usually my smell, then sight, then hearing and touch (idk when taste comes in bc there's never been a different taste in my mouth))

anyways, I began to hear a shower running and someone singing (badly) which would have been Veronica Tetzlaff (Deacy's wife)- she's not very musically gifted the poor lass- who was my childhood best friend and also roommate. I also felt a warm weight on my legs which would have been our cat. that bit made me freak out so I opened my eyes back to my OR bedroom (booo) because I wasn't fully grounded but i still shifted!!

those are all my experiences with shifting to it but if you want any details about my dr and what was going on there then feel free to DM me or send me another ask!!!

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fame dr self scrapbook page!!

the photo is a bit low quality but shhhh

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when I got so caught up in my daydreams about my s/o that I almost started yapping about his dog to my grandad who asked me if I was ever gonna get a dog when I'm older.

(the answer is probably a yes)

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shiftblr makes me mad as shit because some of you are the most talented writers i’ve ever seen and then my script is like five bullet points and a pinterest board

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now introducing the future of music and entertainment, endless options of sound (eos)

eos is an app that i script into most of my drs. i got inspired to create it after coming across a video on youtube of someone re-designing spotifys UI. i’ve used spotify, apple music, amazon music, youtube music, and many more music streaming services and none of them ever lived up to my expectations, so i thought why not create what i’ve always wanted? i took a long hard look at all of the features i wish the current apps had and put them all into one. i posted about it before on my previous account but didn’t go into the actual details much. it started as a music streaming app when it was launched but became much more than that. it’s one of my favorite parts of my drs because i’m an avid music listener and the features are to die for. eos is the only music streaming app in my drs. i also have a ceo dr where i’m the ceo of it because this app has basically become my child!!! anyways here’s what i have after working on it for months!

eos was launched on october 31, 2001 by robyn fenty (she’s older LMAO) and aliyah haughton. the app immediately gained popularity as the first and only music streaming service. it was created as a space where everyone could enjoy music. years later it implemented audiobooks, podcasts, music videos, interviews, merch, and concert tickets. it stands out with its flawless performance that never crashes or has bugs, its exceptional algorithm for fresh experiences each playtime, and its features like eosoulmates that connects users through shared music tastes.

lyrics and subtitles are always available in any language desired by the user and the platform includes organization like no other. exclusive presale codes are able for top listeners of specific artists because the app has its own ticketing system. eos is free for all users as the founders wanted to make a space to unify people during life’s challenge. to maintain this while making sure artists are fairly paid, revenue is generated through a share of concert ticket and merchandise sales, in-app donations directly supporting artists, non-intrusive sponsorships and partnerships, and grants from philanthropic organizations. this guarantees that eos stays true to making music accessible while supporting creators and users globally.

to expand on existing sounds of music and entertainment, the service implemented dolby atmos to its highest quality with no extra price to artists for using it.

eos also features eos karaoke: sing it your way. within this are lyrics that are displayed in perfect sync with customizable highlighting options, while users can adjust the original vocals (mute, reduce, or add harmonies) for a personalized performance. advanced pitch tracking gives real-time feedback, along with timing guides and a practice mode for perfecting songs. voice effects like reverb, autotune, and fun filters are available to take things to a higher level or have fun with friends and family. dual-screen mode connects to tvs for party setups and users can enjoy duets with friends or group singing for up to 10 people. karaoke playlists are curated based on mood, listening habits, or vocal range. sessions can be recorded and shared with friends or on social media. a scoring system with feedback helps users improve their singing while earning fun badges. eos karaoke also offers live virtual karaoke rooms, offline mode for downloaded tracks, and customizable themes for lyric screens and backgrounds. a special kid-friendly mode ensures the fun for all age groups.

eos allows music and entertainment to be accessible, fun, and, immersive to everyone.

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　𝓶𝔂 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ this isn’t a self-help guide. i’m not your guru and this isn’t a powerpoint on gratitude. this is just me. sitting on the floor. i’m not here to raise your vibration. i’m here to ask why you think you need raising in the first place. i'm here because i’ve been hoarding revelations like they're concert wristbands. i'm here because reality is porous and i’ve got the straws. no, literally, i’ve sucked on time’s milkshake and found it lukewarm. we can do better.

you will not find steps here. there is no staircase. i burned it. we fly now.

　"how to"s . .

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ﹐⠀how to manifest.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ﹐⠀how to get what you want without affirmations.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ﹐⠀where is the stuff i manifested?

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ﹐⠀i have it, i have it, i have it, so where is it?

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ﹐⠀become the laziest manifestor.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ﹐⠀manifest anything in hours, minutes, and even seconds.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ﹐⠀banish resistance.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ﹐⠀how to stop looking at the 3d for results.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ﹐⠀how to manifest the future.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ﹐⠀manifesting faq.

　thesis's & concepts . .

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ﹐⠀energy and matter cannot be destroyed or created.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ﹐⠀barbie doll theory of self-concept.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ﹐⠀do less than nothing , get more than everything.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ﹐⠀i said what i said (and then it happened)

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ﹐⠀think it, know it, live it.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ﹐⠀hoping or remembering?

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ﹐⠀manifestation and the eroticism of longing.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ﹐⠀what's meant for me will find me.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ﹐⠀screw trying.

　doubts & negatives . .

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ﹐⠀adrift on a sea of self-inflicted delays.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ﹐⠀it didn't work before, why would it now?

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ﹐⠀the hardest pill to swallow.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ﹐⠀" there is no new information on tumblr "

　interactives . .

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ﹐⠀the manifesting seance club.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ﹐⠀pick a card and find out about your manifesting journey.

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hii so ik you're shifting to dublin and as someone who lives in dublin i am BEGGING you to script out yup bros ... trust me on this it's for your own good😭

lmaoo okay. bea I trust you🙏

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shifting signs??

so I just saw a tiktok talking about tourist things to do in Dublin which is where I live when I first shift to my dr and the first 3 things all linked to my dr

so first of all it showed temple bar which if you don't know is a famous pub and me and my friends live on the top flat above it which is crazy

secondly, the first thing they said to do was "love lane" where people write their names or initials with their loved ones and the one that stood out to me the most was "A+A" in a heart which is mine and my s/os initials (august & andrew)

finally they showed trinity college which is the university I've just graduated from in my dr at the point which I've first shifted

i know temple bar and trinity are like big tourist spots but the A+A CANNOT be a coincidence. also I was the 10th like on the tiktok so it's wasn't viral or anything

photos:

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when you go to send something to your s/o and then realise they're not here