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….DEEP thought went into this one

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shifting songs day 138 !

all shifting songs

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dog days are over ⭒ florence + the machine

“happiness hit her like a train on a track, coming towards her, stuck, still no turning back, she hid around corners, and she hid under beds, she killed it with kisses, and from it she fled”

“the dog days are over, the dog days are done, the horses are coming, so you better run, run fast for your mother, run fast for your father, run for your children, for your sisters and brothers, leave all your love and your longing behind, you can’t carry it with you if you want to survive”

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i've been getting an uptick in followers recently so i'd just like to make some things clear :

free palestine, free sudan, free congo, united ireland, land back, fuck the settler state, fuck the idf, fuck trump, fuck ice, fuck your cop dad and your military boyfriend, fuck anyone who doesn't think politics affects them. silence is neutrality in the face of genocide and oppression. educate yourself and listen to the voices of those affected. and if you disagree with any of this, i don't want you anywhere near me.

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and i already know im gonna be mad as hell when nico and bianca show up and i have to go from having all of cabin 13 to myself to suddenly sharing it with them

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just remembered me and thalia have the same birthday. thats twin 🤞

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hello :D so... i am insanely curious about what derek is like in your dr. for research purposes 🤭 if you don't mind answering? literally anything about him at all is fine. i just love that man dearly.

HII ERIN!! no i dont mind at all! yapathon incoming as per usual

derek hale, when i first met him, they could not make me form a solid opinion on him. like. did he hate me? did he tolerate me? was i annoying him? was he plotting my murder? was he about to ask me to join his leather jacket crew?? who’s to say.

he was 22 when i met him, 26 now, so he is older than all of us. he has a staring problem. bucky barnes coded. he’s an annoying gym rat, he likes to cook (and is surprisingly good at it), he likes to read, and he’s into classic rock and overall 70s/80s music. when he lived in bh i used to call him whenever something broke because he was the only one who would actually know how to fix it. very chronically offline, i think saying “skibidi toilet” to him would get the same reaction as saying it to a victorian child. or he would just tell me to stfu idk either one really depending on his mood.

he still does the standing of in the corner menacingly thing. the first time he did it to me, i didn’t see him at first and quite literally screamed in his face. he scared me so bad, you don’t understand. it was night. i was just on a walk. what did i do to deserve being jumpscared like that. he’s the kind of person where if he doesn’t like you, he will not like you. but if you’re in? you’re in for life. make sense?

after finding out what i am, i think he gained this odd, lowkey respect for me 😭. i mean. probably considering what i can do. when everyone was being weird and picking sides, i basically became an honorary part of his pack, even though i’m not a werewolf. scott was pissing me off at the time (mostly allison’s fault 😄) and i just clicked more with isaac, erica, boyd, and cora anyway, so it worked. he was the one who taught me how to fight and helped me learn to control my abilities as much as he could.

he’s still an alpha in my dr, but the dynamics have shifted. it’s not like it was back then, no one really thinks of us as two separate groups/packs anymore. we’ve got bigger fish to fry atp i fear than who might’ve said what to who or did what in the past.

he doesn’t live in beacon hills anymore. he moved to north carolina with braeden (i’m sorry oomf). however last i heard they’re planning to move to new york. he works in the same… field… 💀 as her, so they travel a lot. they both mostly go after hunters.

he essentially gave us his building where the loft is. i think it’s very sweet of him. fake idgafer. we pay him rent and utilities but he only asked for like the BARE minimum amount so i cannot complain (he’s rich as hell i would not be paying him anymore even if he asked pls LMAO). the building isn’t as apocalyptic-looking as it was in the show 😭, but it was kind of run down just because of how old it is. so those of us that moved into apartments there had to fix it up a little, but overall it’s actually really nice. when he moved out years ago, me and isaac decided to use his loft as a “studio” for our podcast. we thought he was gonna be more angry at this but his reaction was kinda just like “really??” and he’s over it LOL.

i think i’ve said this before on here but it really is me, erica, and isaac’s shared life goal to make him laugh. and more than a chuckle, we mean like rolling onto the floor laugh. he’s so annoying. WHO ARE YOU TRYING TO BE MYSTERIOUS FOR. when he still lived in the loft, we’d hang out there and irritate him 🩷. secretly just to keep him company and make sure he was actually taking care of himself. maybe we’re also the fake idgafers.

we don’t talk super often now, but every once in a blue moon he’ll call to check in or vice versa. and every time he calls me i still pick up the phone like, “…are you dying rn?”

but yes. derek hale. i will admit here and only here that i do love and appreciate him. my very strange older brother figure and evil landlord <3

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" THE BAR FOR LOGIC IN THIS TOWN IS ALWAYS AT AN ALL TIME LOW YET SOMEHOW IT KEEPS FINDING WAYS TO SURPRISE ME "

LUNA LOCKE has never liked being the center of attention — she realized that much the second she first stepped foot into her eight grade classroom. a small and fragile child, she was, who nonetheless carried the kind of “exotic” charm that comes with being from a totally different country.

however, if you thought i was going to narrate the trials and tribulations she had to endure throughout elementary school, you are deeply mistaken: that day everyone in the room had stared and asked her a hundred questions per minute, yes. but, just as quickly as it came, their interest in her disappeared into thin air the moment something more captivating caught their eye.

that’s how she went from being the new italian kid (mind you, they didn’t understand why she moved to such a boring town like theirs) to just be the new kid. another shy student in the school, all pretty smiles, colorful clothes and a landing hand at the ready. she fit in. no, she blended in. easily, like one of those small, gorgeous planets high up in the night sky that let the stars be the scene-stealers, content to be noticed only by those who truly looked and cared.

and who could have noticed luna locke if not our very own LYDIA MARTIN, herself? unfortunately for her (or luckily, depending on the day) the girl, always in perfect outfits and high heels to compensate for her short stature, had taken a liking to the brunette after spending a day in art class sitting next to each other back in middle school, and since then one often couldn't be seen without the other. from study sessions filled with trivia and gossips about people she knew absolutely nothing about, to parties, first kisses and new experiences luna found secretly intriguing; her friend did her best to include her in everything she could.

except, of course, for her dates with jackson whittemore. over which, for the record, luna never minded being left behind if she could avoid third-weeling.

but don’t worry, lydia had tried to pair her up with someone before so that she could be dragged along on those, too. it didn’t work. and it only took the strawberry-blond a few glances across the hallway to the interactions luna had with the awkward and hyperactive boy she somehow hanged out with to notice why.

because, if the two girls seemed inseparable to everyone, it all paled in comparison to the amount of time she usually spent with stiles stilinski and, by extension, scott mccall.

luna couldn't find any words to describe her friendship with them. it was just natural, maybe even meant to be.

one faithful day, on her way to class, she had bumped into an eight or nine year-old stiles and proceeded to apologize repeatedly while he helped her collect the few books that had fallen out of her hands and onto the floor. in seconds she recognized him from that night at the hospital, when she'd first arrived in town. and of course, so did he. nothing went past him after all, even as a kid. but none of them mentioned it, and the only words that came out of luna's mouth complimented his name for how unique it was, turning his whole little face as red as a tomato. the next morning, without needing to ask, she found herself in between the curious boy and his friend, a cute guy who happily introduced himself as scott.

SCOTT was their glue. with his soft smiles and big heart, she'd trusted him instinctively from the beginning, because it was too hard not to. he was sweet, great at listening to her worries and accepting whatever idea their best friend could come up with, but most of all he was patient enough to teach her how to play guitar even though she just kept failing and failing to no vail. she'd follow him into fire without question — and in a town like beacon hills it wasn't even a metaphor.

her relationship with STILES on the other hand was . . . complicated. they were drawn to one another, yes, but it was also much more than that. she wouldn't admit it, but she found more comfort in him than in anyone else. and she secretly hoped he could say the same about her — "hoped" because she was completely unaware of the way he looked at her. as if the entire galaxy surrounded her and still she was the only one his eyes wished to admire.

all in all, she could say they were just there for each other. the three of them. always there, backing each other up with no hesitation. she believed with her whole heart she wouldn't have ended up in any other place except by their side even if she had a choice.

when did she curse her poor choices, you ask? why, when she got involved in things like midnight corpse-hunting in the woods !

after that night everything changed, for the better or worse. but it didn’t really matter what terrible and frightening future it brought into their lives, in a few years she would be grateful for whatever happened to scott in the beacon hills preserve (mostly).

and even if she wasn’t, it would've happened anyway.

firstly, because her friends would’ve needed her. and she cared too much about both of them to keep herself from stepping in.

secondly, because she hated being left behind despite how scared she was.

don’t misunderstand, however: she was not reckless nor impulsive. anyone who really knew her could tell you that she loved spending hours overthinking everything (and i mean everything) before making a move. how she managed not to be influenced by her two silly friends was a total mystery to her family and teachers alike.

some would describer her as quiet. and she was, around the wrong people or in the wrong circumstances. but mostly? she just like to observe, absorb every detail. and thus it was only natural for her to be the type of girl who remembered all the little things, who had kind words for almost anyone. one could go as far as saying she was capable of lighting up any place she graced with her presence, like the human incarnation of the sun her friends referred to her as.

well, there was much more to her than what anyone would think. including luna herself.

and the strong feelings she kept tucked away for her fast-talking, wildly intelligent best friend — highlighted in red in her head, with all sorts of doodles — would soon be sidelined to the back of her problems’ list.

an invisible string seemed to connect her family to BEACON HILLS in ways she had yet to understand. not to mention each secret that threatened to leave the fragile nest her parents had built to protect her until she was ready — and it looked like whatever was inside her, quietly waiting for her to finally figure out the secrets of the universe, had had enough of staying silent.

most days, in fact, luna was the calm during a storm. her serene state of mind reflected in the drawings and paintings she was always caught in the middle of doing. no amount of stress or weight ever showed its signs in one of her gentle brush strokes and pencil-made lines. even her darkest painting to date — the one depicting the beacon hills forest, with all its beautiful trees and branches and a big black animal-like figure with red, glowing eyes — somehow gave a sense of peacefulness. she couldn’t tell what exactly.

but maybe, just maybe, it was the full moon, pearly white and luminous in the top corner of the canvas.

always there. always watching.

[ FRAGMENTS OF HER SOUL . . . sunlight hozier , war of hearts ruelle , who’s afraid of little old me? taylor swift , let down radiohead , free now gracie abrams , september earth, wind & fire , running with the wolves AURORA , look after you the fray , brutal olivia rodrigo , wildest ones zayde wølf , fearless taylor swift , yellow coldplay ]

author's note . . . . . . hi again lovelies <3 sorry this took so long, my exams are almost over (still two weeks to go i hate it here) !! it's also totally different from what i had originally in mind but i love how it turned out ^^ idk when you’ll see something else from but fingers crossed it’ll be soon?

dividers: this , this ; ib: @elysian-fawn ✧ (for the fragments part <3)

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　𝜗𝜚　my method for shifting every time i try　.

(　✶　)　there is no method !

okay, fine, there is a method, but it's going to disappoint everyone who thinks shifting requires some elaborate forest ritual and affirmations repeated exactly 111 times while facing magnetic north. here's my earth – shattering, revolutionary process ( /s ) :

first, i sometimes visualize — and i mean sometimes, because half the time i can't be bothered and it works anyway. i used to use alunir's adhd method as a guide for this, and while i don't follow it religiously anymore, it might be fun or helpful for those of you who need somewhere to start! when i do visualize, it's not some cinematic masterpiece playing in my head with perfect lighting and orchestral scoring. i'm not painting the sistine chapel of shifting scenarios. it's just enough sensory detail to make my desired reality feel more solid and immediate than whatever surface i'm lying on. the scent of coffee that isn't the tesco espresso capsules sitting in my kitchen. the weight and texture of clothes that fit my body differently. voices i want to hear calling my name. get a little delusional with it if you have to. imagine whatever you want. whatever works for you.

second, i assume i'm already there — not hope with desperate fingers crossed, not try with gritted teeth and white knuckles, not attempt to convince myself through sheer force of will. i assume it the way i assume the sun will rise tomorrow, with a bone – deep certainty that doesn't require proof, validation, or a peer review study. it's not a belief i have to maintain or a thought i have to think really hard — it's just a fact that exists in my reality now. don’t give yourself a headache.

third, i'm there, because i was never actually anywhere else to begin with.

that's it. that's the whole method. three steps that aren't really steps because they all happen simultaneously in the space between one breath and the next, like recognizing something that was always true. the visualization is purely optional — it's just training wheels for your assumption, something to help your mind grab onto the reality you know is yours. think of it like the ramp that helps you get onto the motorway, useful but not the destination itself. but the assumption? that's where the real work happens. that's where you stop negotiating with doubt. this is the part that breaks people's brains and sends them spiralling off into reddit comment sections: you don't shift to your desired reality. you realize you're already there and stop pretending you're somewhere else. you stop performing the exhausting theatre of being stuck. every time you worry about whether you've shifted yet, every time you check for symptoms like you're diagnosing yourself with a condition, every time you analyze your awareness like you're conducting a scientific experiment on your own consciousness, you're reinforcing the assumption that you're still stuck here, still separate from where you want to be.

i hope this is helpful, and i'd be happy to elaborate on anything here if needed <3 but seriously, go shift !

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Three years -> OWL exam -> one more year -> NEWT exam. Basically british bachelor and master's degree years but magical and you can't really dodge the master's one 🫡

much to consider.. thank u thank u 🤔

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someone with a hogwarts uni dr pls talk to me. how do you script the ages / years. is it 4 yrs or do you keep the full 7 and just spend most of your 20s in hogwarts or what. whats the move 🥀

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✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #373 )✅️

I hope you'll let me tell you a little bit about my home🇵🇸, Gaza🍉. It's a place where we're living through some very challenging times💔🥹. We're under attack from bombs, explosives, and warplanes, and we've had to endure many nights of sleeplessness. It's a difficult situation💔, but we're trying to stay positive🖤. This war has really taken a toll on us. It's destroyed our bodies, our lives, and our souls. It has been so sad to see our homes destroyed, our belongings taken from us, and our beautiful places ruined. It has also changed our situation for the worse. We were living a pretty good life, you know? Peaceful, loving, and full of life. But then, we found ourselves in a really tough spot. Hunger, fear, and terror have become our new normal. My kids and I, along with my extended family, are struggling to make ends meet. We don't have the basic necessities of life, and our living situation is pretty rough. We're in these old, falling-apart tents. It's so hard to know what to do when winter comes. We'll be soaked in the rain and wind, and I'll be at a loss as to how to keep my family safe, from the bombing and from the winter.🥹

I'm really hoping you can help me and my family to live through this awful war.💔

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I'm taking that post about podcast as a personal gift for me ty.

I'd be such a fan. The concept of Isaac in front of a mic... 😥

ofc ofc what can i say #ilovemyjob. yes isaac is literally so effortlessly funny its ridiculous

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i hate being sincere. it always feels like i'm about to be pelted with tomatoes.

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yall gotta stop arguing and shift

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EMERGENCY INTERCOM

a podcast by isaac lahey and mars lovell ?!

“we hope to make you laugh, help maximize your screen time, spread misinformation, and pay for our group therapy. new episodes fridays at 11am.”