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going back to my roots 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️director-screenwriter-occasional stan lee/quentin tarantino cameo-actor dr 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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brb pulling a jd salinger in my writer dr so THEY can NEVER turn my works into movies because my characters are so dear to me that no living breathing person could ever portray them accurately

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200 is just a number but also not a number at all. this little corner of the internet has teeth and soft lighting and sometimes it feels like a room i made out of paper and string and all of you just walked in so gently and decided to stay. i just wanted a place to put things i couldn't hold. thank you for listening. thank you for staying. i mean it.

(200 souls tethered to this little makeshift house on the internet............why? how?? go touch grass)

(jk. i love you. thanks for being here.)

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It's your mind, you idiot. It's all in the mind. The problem is you think you're still real, that you're standin' on the floor, that you're wearin' those clothes. Bullshit! You don't even have a body anymore. It's all up here. You wanna move things, you gotta use your mind. You gotta focus! You hear what I'm saying? I don't know how you focus! You just focus! It's all in the anger. You gotta direct it. You gotta channel it.

Vincent Schiavelli as the Subway Ghost, Ghost (1990)

if that isn't shifting motivation then i don't know what is..........look up @hrrtshape 's assumption+shifting posts if you want to understand this better!!!!!!!

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scripting doesn't need to be intricate or hard or having the complexity of the supercomputer Deep Thought (hitchhiker's guide fans unite). i have scripts that vary within in this range. i have drs that don't even need scripting.

sometimes all you have the energy to script is three paragraphs about your lifestyle, your work, and your lover. sometimes your script is a singular bullet point in your notes app that says "70s marine biologist living off-grid with cat." sometimes it's a pinterest board with no description.

bottom line is: you are not going to suddenly explode like a cartoon cat if you don't script every single little detail of your dr. i promise. you have your deeper wants/needs. your ID. well, it's not exactly what freud was referring to but you get the gist of it. your subconscious knows what you need/want. so don't worry about it. just go shift. live your life. you've got this, and your subconscious has got you.

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you give off the vibes of a pjo shifter (this means you’re incredibly cool) . and ik you don’t have a dr of that since its not on ur drs list . but like……..is it…..possible..?

omg. thank you nonie. i am holding this like a bird.

hmmmmm.........i haven't thought about it in detail. i would be open to shifting to a pjo-adjacent reality at some point in the future......but without the plot. or the prophecies. or the weird kids AHEM pj AHEM who always have trouble trailing after them.

but also. i'm not really into having like special "powers" (she says. literally whilst having not one but TWO drs where she's a witch. with like. real magic). so. maybe. but also maybe not.

i'll have to think on it. maybe i'll make it my own mary shelley creature of dr. we'll see. or maybe we won't...............either way thank you for the compliment nonie. i am mailing you 100000000 white roses watered with my holy tears as we speak

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i take it back all of those boards had like 6 pins max.

i was looking for boards to work on my bullet train dr pinterest board so i was like oh what the heck i'll just search up bullet train drs..............you people are FREAKED tf outttttttuh

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i was looking for boards to work on my bullet train dr pinterest board so i was like oh what the heck i'll just search up bullet train drs..............you people are FREAKED tf outttttttuh

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I find it so funny/sweet when shifters leave every single human they’ve ever known here but then have the same pet in every single reality

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please tell me you made a bullet train dr plspls

anna baby it's like u don't even know me........................of course!!!!!!!!!!!! and like i'm his handler so i'm not involved in all that stuff

and we're so cute and he hates that i call him ladybug and i call him that anyway because he's so itsy bitsy and adorable with all his talk about self-help reading and philosophies not knowing that i was a philosophy/psych major in college.............it's like sophist boyfriend and his gf who actually knows what she's talking about

anyways

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i have such a fat crush on georgie jones and i think that's a beautiful thing

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sometimes i'll just be scrolling through my pinterest and i'll see a picture that is so me and brad/brad variant and i'll say omg!!!!! we're so perfect together!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

atp i should just have a pinterest board for all of my unorganized pins of me and brad in various drs. i love him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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imagine the most natural, no effort, most you way of shifting. is it falling asleep mid scroll, mouth open??? then that’s the one (my personal favorite). it could be laying face down and thinking "lol what if i just wasn't here anymore" and then in an instant you’re aware of something else?? your dr is not gatekeeping. it is not judging you. it doesn’t care if you didn't journal, didn’t meditate and didn’t loop that “magical” subliminal a hundred times. shifting is literally just a doorway that you can walk through whenever you remember is there. and sometimes you don’t even walk, you just trip and fall through it.

you don’t need 24 steps. you don’t need angel numbers, a chakra cleanse, or a ritual sacrifice to the moon. unless you want that. then pop off. nothings needed. it’s a level of effort so low it might be legally considered a nap. so stop auditioning for a process that already picked you. lay down. think your little thoughts...or don’t. you’re doing enough <3

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had the craziest (exaggeration final boss) experience. i’m not well-versed in the functions of optic organs so maybe this is like supposed to happen. maybe this is just what it’s like to have eyes.

anyway. i was scrolling shiftblr like an hour after waking up (yes that cursed liminal space) and i saw this method. i didn’t save it and i can’t remember whose it was but!!! if you see this and recognize it as your method!!!!! credit goes to you!!!! if it’s yours please take this as me handing you a crystal trophy and whispering thank you with tears in my eyes. i would mail you a little ribbon if i could.

it was basically like: just get suspicious. look around. notice how your mirror is sharper than usual. like it’s trying to say something. notice how the color of your wall feels… off. like it’s been re-rendered. just anything. get suspicious. and then affirm: i’m already in my dr. this is just the afterimage. everything i’m seeing/feeling is a memory of my cr.

so i tried it. and it was so weird. i was staring at this one link on a paper chain i hung in my room like six months ago. and i SWEAR the whole thing looked like it came out of a toy story animation. like not unreal, just wrong. texture-wise. like set dressing. like full-blown toy story 2 pipeline. not real. like if i touched it it would crinkle wrong. so i’m like okay. okay. i’m in my dr. i’m chill. i keep affirming.

so i got suspicious. assumed i was in my dr. did the affirmations. and then boom. my vision starts blurring. and then everything goes grey. not black. just grey. like a very cohesive static screen. like television snow but personal.

i stayed like that for maybe two minutes and then got scared and stopped. so i blinked. obviously. anyway! if you’ve tried this method and that’s normal pls report in. i feel like i accidentally hacked my own optic nerves! thank you in advance and also sorry for being weird.

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bullet train dr 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

hmmmmmmmmm

i'm ladybug's handler

hmmmmmmmmm

and we're in love but we don't say it

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hp dr intro but written by rita skeeter

food for thought

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sam reid face claim suave adorable everything. bowie stark is my favorite hogwarts boy like what

after all this time?

                             𓀡     sam's third hp dr incoming……..

Bowie Stark was born a wizard, apparently. (God knows he still doesn’t believe it. He’s tried to bargain with the sky about it. No response)

Before, he had quietly resigned himself to a future spent rotting at a desk job and being depressed whilst sipping a cocktail funded by his very fulfilling 9-to-5 career. And then: the letter. Addressed specifically to him, to his bedroom (his bedroom? okay, stalker? very rom-com of you, Hogwarts). Suddenly, everything turned upside down and a little sideways. He is delighted by this, of course, that his fate isn’t corporate hell any longer… though with the company he stumbled into on the Hogwarts Express, it seems his fate now swings between mildly dangerous, near-death, and certain death.

Obviously, this means he is best friends with Harry Potter. And proximity to the black-haired menace, the walking contradiction that has green eyes like bitter, brilliant candy means you are also, by default, flirting with disaster. But Bowie likes Harry, quite a lot. It’s impossible not to, when you look into his eyes, see past the iris and into his soul—unbearably good and unbearably tired. What Harry brings into Bowie’s life—gray hairs and a probably early end, yes, but also something like purpose—is worth the risk.

And Bowie has always been an outlier. He used to choose solitude with an odd sort of pride. He didn’t like other kids, and they didn’t like him, and it felt like a clean, manageable arrangement. But then came Ron—ginger, curious, chaotic—and Harry, with his strange mix of tragedy and charm. They broke through Bowie’s self-imposed exile with their childish joy and excitement in a single train ride, and to his mild horror, they never let him crawl back in. Hermione Granger came into the picture not much later, and Bowie liked her from the start—liked her brilliance, her impatience, her eagerness most of all—because he knew, like her, to feel ordinary and to suddenly not be. The four of them became something solid, something he’d never had before. Suddenly, he was taken away from the sidelines and put into the middle of something. Something loud, messy, warm… He was known. Bowie likes to think they saved him from himself. (He also likes to think he saved them, too. Maybe. A little.)

And then there’s Tom Riddle. That’s… complicated.

Tom is a Slytherin that is not like the others. Less annoying, more creepy. Quick, quiet, smart was Bowie’s first impression. When Bowie first sought him out, Tom was across the library—midnight, empty corridors, books stacked like Tom was hiding something behind them. Bowie was curious. He couldn’t help it. Tom Riddle was a puzzle that Bowie wanted to solve, destroy—rinse, repeat—and he had never been good at leaving puzzles unsolved. Their first real conversation felt like a test Bowie didn’t study for, and somehow still passed. Now, each time Bowie thinks he’s solved the puzzle, Tom unveils ten more pieces for him to piece together, and they’ve slipped into something strange. Bowie seeks him out. Tom allows it. Bowie is still intrigued, Tom is a willing participant, and their talks are electric and Bowie enjoys them more than he ever thought he could.

Hermione calls it a crush. Ron and Harry make faces whenever Bowie’s eyes linger too long in the wrong direction. Bowie ignores them all in his quiet affection. Tells Hermione she’s misused a semicolon in her potions essay. Tells Ron he has crumbs on his collar. Tells Harry he’s his favorite person and kisses his cheek for no reason at all. All petty revenge. All part of the routine.

Bowie Stark is half-veela.

According to the Ministry, that makes him half-creature. According to Draco Malfoy, it makes him a target. Bowie disagrees with both. Luckily, he’s quick and far meaner with a wand than anyone gives him credit for. The rest of Hogwarts’ populace sees him as Harry Potter’s strange extension—the best friend. Golden child of Professor McGonagall. Connoisseur of orange juice. Potions whiz. Boy with mood swings so intense they’ve been mapped by the astronomy club.

Bowie doesn’t care. To the people who know, he is both a genius and a dumbass. He debates the concept of mortality with the talking mirror in the dorm whilst dressing up (whilst Ron yells, Harry delightedly giggles, and Bowie continues preaching). He loves the colour pink most. He drinks copious amounts of orange juice. He reads whenever he isn’t making sure Harry isn’t going off and dying. He laughs at most jokes. He wants to join the quidditch team. He is daring and moral like his house predicts. He is kindhearted like Harry and sometimes selfish like Tom.

To Hermione, Bowie is the pillar. When Ron and Harry don’t understand her, he will, and he will give her temple a fleeting kiss and her, a beatific smile, to make her feel better. When she needs it he will edit her essays, and he will walk her to the library and sit with her for hours until she understands a concept for the next transfiguration test. To Ron, Bowie is the glue. When he falls apart, Bowie will scold him back to reparation. When he feels glum and far, Bowie will fish him back from the depths his mind dragged himself to. To Harry, Bowie is the sturdy, unwavering home. Bowie will laugh at his brooding and give him something to giggle about. Bowie will pinch and peck his cheeks when he pouts and let him cry when he needs to. Bowie will never let him die. And to Tom, Bowie is the blooming flowers in spring and the soft snow falling in winter—he changes the way liquids do, smoothly, and he always has Tom’s attention. When Tom needs something to pull him out of a dark mood, Bowie bounds over like sunshine and softly talks until Tom can muster a smile. When Tom needs to feel love, Bowie corners him and gives him love in the form of silly gossip and a willingness to debate about anything and everything.

As a first year, Bowie helped Harry kill a teacher. Accidentally, mostly. He is a changed boy after—he has learnt the highs and lows of adventure… or so he thinks.

Because as a second year, Bowie helps Harry slay the basilisk. Not as accidental.

Bowie hopes his third year won’t be as adventurous… he needs a break. He’s bracing for adventure nevertheless. After all, he is best friends with Harry Potter.

. . . yes. yes. yes. another hp dr. yes. there is plot. yes, i haven’t changed much of the plot. yes, i am a boy (boyberrie era?). bowie stark (me) is an icon and he (me) is here to stay. i love this dr sm. i love the golden trio sm. harry potter my sweetheart. hermione granger my unhinged best friend. ron weasley my loyal passive aggressive king. i love them your honour. anyway hope you guys enjoyed reading BYE

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