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ni4lovesu · 4 months ago

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school events to script ₊˚⊹ᰔ

⊹ ࣪ student hosted ˖ ʚɞ.

— back to school party : each year an epic party is thrown 1 week before school starts at a student’s house

— halloween party : weekend before halloween, everyone dresses up in their costumes and it’s extremely chaotic and hype

⊹ ࣪ faculty hosted ˖ ʚɞ.

— spring festival : takes place on spring equinox, right before the start of the spring break. essentially a day for students to cut class, destress and have fun! rose petals littered everywhere, flower mazes, bouncy castles, school wide egg hunt, picnics while watching the sunset, school wide bonfire after sunset, school dance in the evening, large picnic area with seasonal foods and drinks, flower crown making etc.

— summer solstice picnic : students relax on blankets, playing a ton of fun board and card games. buffet section with snacks and drinks

— summer festival : outdoor games include watermelon eating contest, slip and slides, bouncy castles, basketball shootout, ring toss, orbeeze fun shootout, and DIY bracelets etc. and refreshments include cotton candy machines, ice creams, popsicles, slushies served in frozen fruit, juice stalls, fruit stalls, bbq chicken skewers, pizza, tacos, frozen yoghurt cup, wraps, hotdogs, corn on a cob, doughnuts, churros, french fries, fried carrot cake etc.

— fall festival : takes place annually on the fall equinox and includes activities such as apple and pumpkin picking, apple bobbing, pumpkin carving, outdoor harvest feast, pie eating contest, cornmaze, in season food and beverages, bake off etc.

— christmas festival : a day where we do a bunch of christmas activities such as gingerbread house contest, ice skating, snowman building competition, making diy ornaments and going to fun christmas booths selling small goodies, at night there is a christmas concert consisting of songs, dances, plays by students and one performance by some teachers

— winter festival : a day where we do a bunch of winter activities such as ice skating, ice fishing, snowboarding, building snowmen, building igloos, snowball fights, stargazing. in between these activités we can go to nearby towns and drink hot choco and eat chocolate muffins, pancakes etc.

— new years gala : held annually on new years eve. guests gather out in the school square to celebrate the final hours of the year, culminating in a stunning fireworks display and light show as the new year begins. the evening is simple yet elegant, featuring champagne or sparkling cider, an array of delicious finger foods to start, followed by a buffet dinner with exquisite dishes. guests can enjoy dancing, warm company and festive touches like sparklers, small safe firecrackers, party poppers etc. for added fun. attire is unofficially cocktail attire, and music goes from smooth jazz to upbeat and lively tunes as the night progresses

— valentine’s ball : masquerade ball held annually in february in celebration of this romantic month. the venue is adorned with roses, hearts, and soft lighting, creating a dreamy atmosphere. tables are filled with themed foods and sweets with secret messages hidden within its wrappers. waiters also double as letter carriers, allowing students to send anonymous messages to one another throughout the event

— halloween ball : held annually on halloween day, the venue is transformed into a spook show, adorned with eery decoration fitting the season. students can dance, mingle, enjoy themed foods lining the tables, and explore adjoining rooms and hallways designed as haunted corridors filled with jumpscares, riddles, and puzzles to go through in exchange for candy. scare actors also roam the school, ready to give unsuspecting students a great fright.

— lantern festival : the celebration begins with a school wide picnic but as night falls, the focus shifts to designing lanterns and releasing them into the sky. other activities include lion and dragon dances, fireworks display, and rice ball eating competitions

— ice cream socials : buffet full of a wide array of ice cream flavors, a toppings bar, cookies and brownies for crafting personalized ice cream sandwiches, a float station, as well as specialty gelato, sorbet, and frozen yogurt stations. people can relax on provided picnic blankets spread out on a field while partaking in a myriad of activities like slip 'n slides, live band performances, photobooths, ice cream eating contests and even water balloon fights

— storybook carnival : making the school a magical world of stories by decorating the classrooms as different books, having haunted houses, cosy hangout areas around the school, book sale + donations, special book-themed foods etc.

— basket auction : people place bids on baskets filled with food to win the opportunity to have a picnic with the basket owner and its contents

— workshop day : students can learn skills such as woodwork, sewing, gardening, or cooking from local experts

— creations week : art exhibitions, fashion show, game development club’s game exhibition, robotics club’s robots, ceramic crafts, music student’s musical artworks, poetry by literature students

— bonfire : late night bonfire by the beach roasting marshmallows, stargazing and talking

— prom : fun dresses, great music, dancing all night, hype band, air conditioned room, good food, cute date

— overseas trips : ski trips in switzerland, london, greece, hawaii, italy, tokyo, bali, etc.

— learning journeys : science museum, zoo, aquarium, butterfly sanctuary, national gallery, art gallery, farm, planterium, petting zoo, historical landmarks, theatre, industry tours, adventure park, laser tag, bowling, amusement parks, escape rooms etc.

— school wide sleepover : games, movie, pizza, endless amount of beverages and snacks, etc.

— arcade night : the school rents arcade games and puts it all around the gym

— school assemblies : w/ school performances that are hype asf, some even by teachers

— school wide paintball fight, annual barbecue day, founders day, volunteer day, sports festival, pyjama day, no bag day, picture day, talent show, cultural fair, science fair, school play, book fair, movie night, trivia night

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ashdashcrash · 4 months ago

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winter at hogsmeade ☃️✨

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7eventh7eaven · 24 days ago

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___ ★₊˚﹟’ EYESHADOW PALETTE ASK GAME ’ 🪩 ☆ ︵ misc. questions based on this palette for building any dr ♡

﹒₍🍸₎ ᯓ UNINVITED﹕

is there someone or something in your life that takes up way more of your time than you ever anticipated? maybe it's your rival-turned-lover, or a career opportunity that you never thought you'd be able to pursue seriously. maybe it's a stray cat that wandered its way off the street and into your heart. whatever it may be- how did it make itself such an important part of your routine? do you mind? alternatively, are you the uninvited presence in someone else's life? and how do they react to the space you occupy in their life?

﹒₍🌌₎ ᯓ CHAOTIC ENERGY﹕

who's your go-to for when you want to let loose and have a good time? maybe you hang out at a bar or club and get drunk together, or maybe your energy together is just unmatched, and it's so easy to feel drunk on life when you're together. who helps you release your inhibitions (and feel the rain on your skin???)

﹒₍🎟️₎ ᯓ NO RSVP﹕

where is your home away from home? somewhere you can just show up uninvited, because you're always welcome there? maybe it's a memory, or your childhood home. maybe you have yet to find it. regardless, describe your safe haven.

﹒₍🌙₎ ᯓ WILD NIGHT﹕

describe your favorite/craziest memory of a night out. who was there? was there some type of event going on? what made it so memorable? for any public figures/celebrities/influencers/etc answering this question, did any rumors come out of this night? really get into all of the drama that may have gone down (i'm nosy!)

﹒₍🧊₎ ᯓ ICY GLARE﹕

almost the opposite of "chaotic energy"- who's the one person who never fails to bring down your vibe? an academic rival who scored just a point higher than you, an enemy, a pesky yet powerful parental figure? someone who catches the most devious side eyes and unabashed dirty looks from you. alternatively, is there anyone who feels this way about you? why do they feel this way? is it deserved?

﹒₍🥀₎ ᯓ FUN'S OVER﹕

when was a time you just had to lock tf in? to any degree of seriousness- from really needing to pass an exam to fighting to save the world. what was that process like, and how did things turn out? was it worth it? would you go about things any differently?

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chaaistained · 3 months ago

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☕︎ my marauders dr; intro •°

🗝️ you’ve now unlocked the recipe to my marauders dr ≈

name : julia ephemeri potter

age (when i shift) : 15 — i’m experiencing the whole slow burn.. and i just know it’s gonna be torture . but we persevere

— (when i post about my script) : most of the time, i’ll be talking about me from the ages of 16-21 onwards

occupation : student of witchcraft at hogwarts

+ (eventually) some form of adult occupation . i’ll edit this later i genuinely don’t know and i don’t need to know for good few years at least so..

details :

— house : gryffindor

— wand : sandalwood with a mermaid hair core , 9.5”

+ wand breakdown

— patronus : brown bear / sable (undecided, i love both.. help)

— amortentia : ocean air , candle wax , musty books

+ amortentia breakdown

— fav subject : alchemy

— top subjects : (+ alchemy) ancient runes , charms , muggle studies

— pets : sadie / sadie sue (ginger tabby cat) , barnaby (brown barn owl , shared with james..)

side hobbies/hustles : gryffindor quidditch team seeker

+ (eventually) editorial team of the hogwarts herald

+ (eventually) prefect

s/o : regulus arcturus black ৻ꪆ

౨ৎ meet miss juju berry

an incandescence, forged of tart blood and a permeating sense of melancholy — she finds herself in a constant search, an unsolvable quest for meaning, latching onto anything that can define her identity and yet feeling irrevocably lost to herself — she is only the light, not the sun . she is only the shell, not the pearl . she is only the stain , not the blackberry

i unfurl into this reality with the kind of effervescence found in firewhiskey, a bubbling surprise of sorts, one that my own parents weren’t expecting. my mum calls me a gift, she calls my brother a blessing . i don’t know if the difference in term denotes a difference in how we’re perceived, and truth be told it drove me crazy as a kid and sometimes it still does but for whatever purpose or prosperity, the fates resolved that i was meant to be born and here i am

a toppling fire cracker of a girl, or so i’m told, i’m one of the rambunctious gryffindors that barrel down the marble hallways of hogwarts castle. i bunk with seven other girls, one of whom is my best friend — mary macdonald. along with the charming ravenclaw — emmeline vance — and a snark of a hufflepuff — hestia jones — the four of us can be found in various locations around the school campus; passed out in a heap on the softest patch of grass near the black lake , shooting pine cones over the whomping willow and keeping score of who gets the most over without the tree smacking them away , secluded in the third booth on the second floor of the library . our quills drying out while we distractedly ignore our transfiguration homework in favour of finding the right spell to conceal our carved names on the bottom of the booth’s oakwood table (the result of emmeline sneaking alcoholic butterbeer into the school, and a series of bad decisions later, we’d all drunkenly vandalised the furniture.. thankfully mcgonagall doesn’t know or i might lose my prefect badge)

with small flowers in my braid and golden earrings that shimmer as i shake my head, i slip between the sea of students with an ease that can only be spotted in the agile gait of a seeker. though, nothing about my speed on the ground can compare to that which i showcase when i’m hundreds of feet in the air, my broomstick being an extension of me, something i trust to a concerning degree, coming up with the sorts of tricks and techniques that would land me in the hospital wing if i wasn’t as good as i am. that attention to detail, the pedantic precision of my sight is also what makes me a renowned editor of the student body’s newsletter — a semi-professional scrapbook of a weekly issue, a holistic voice of all students from all houses . honestly it can be hard to maintain that harmony but perhaps that’s why dumbledore sanctioned the club, a forceful hand at coexisting

regardless, it’s the least of my worries, a pastime really, my main focus being the exceedingly irritating presence of a certain slytherin seeker, who grows more and more unbearable by the day, not to mention he’s constantly around, in almost all my classes, assigned to same hours of prefect patrol, not a moment of peace . and yet paired with that bothersome nuisance brews the burning desire to find out more

and if you want to know why, then i suppose you should keep reading

(merlin’s name, i can write intrigue splendidly, they should assign me as the journalist not just the bloody editor)

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

౨ৎ my black bird

a rising tide in his own right, he is determined to maintain what is deemed to be perfection, unwilling to admit that no two waves ever look the same, no two stars ever shine alike, there is no apex . and yet he tries. haunted by ancestry, rippling currents that pull him into the ravine of his family’s legacy, it’s a future he wishes to inherit whilst believing it impossible. until his brother abandoned his birthright and that status, that title, that name he always wanted to earn yet never actually trained for, was now his

that unassuming final breath before striking a curse, the calm interwoven with calamity, that’s what regulus feels in every waking moment .

there is a blurry haze of memories when he tries to decipher where it all began — did envy bleed out of him every time sirius entered the room and commanded attention with his mere presence? or was it admiration? did he love his brother or loath him? maybe neither, maybe both, maybe everything in between and nothing at all, it never made sense and it probably never will.

so then leaves the question of his own significance — fostered from birth? or handed down simply because he is the spare to the heir? in this instance both made sense but neither option would ever be clarified.

and so regulus chooses to not feel anything, reserve all emotions to be shared with a few select friends — evan and barty had a way about them, his laughter was not something he could hold back in their presence . dorcas founded a semblance of solitude even though the space was shared, as if their silence was a mutual understanding, a shorthand of sorts . pandora had the gift of gracing their group with his smile, he considered it a curse that she had such a superpower, to bring out these genuine joys in other people, but he knew she wouldn’t see it that way — those were his people

not his brother . who he shifted his eyes to look away from whenever they passed each other .. only to turn back and glance over his shoulder, observing the elder son’s movements, wishing he’d turn back too, and then hurriedly clenching his fist, squashing the thought before it even had the chance to breathe

not his parents . who stood tall yet hollow, ghosts of who they were before their family was “torn apart” according to them, holding metaphorical goal posts only to keep moving them higher and higher every time regulus attempted to score, before tutting as he slipped and fell, unable to maintain the impossible altitude of their expectations

no. his people were his friends, the people who could mellow out his misgivings, erode his stone walls

and yet, those stone walls remain intact, erosion takes time.

unless of course someone me shattered the very structure of his world view, erupting his life into firework flurries of emotions, clandestine nights, musty sunrises drenched in dew drops and fog, leaving a wafting air about the world, scented jasmine and blackberry, amber gold flecks embedded inside twin irises . the kind of beauty that haunts his dreams and burns fire in his heart

he really should not be giving in to such a tragically stupid connection, not when majority of the time is spent bickering amongst dusty textbooks, whispering shouts bouncing off cold castle walls in the middle of the night, hexes spewing back and forth before finally forfeiting from fear of being caught .. that isn’t what he should want

he shouldn’t want anything

and yet he does

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

౨ৎ candlelit hearts

sinking into an unknown abyss, falling from the sky with a smile on your face while the halo around your head crackles, wax dripping down the curve of your back, you were destined to fall, that’s what you are meant to do, that’s who you are meant to be — a tidal wave tore through your heart, engulfing you entirely and yet you let yourself descend deeper and deeper — for reasons unknown, you found a companion in the darkness, a fire in the flesh, a home between interlaced fingers, foreheads pressed together and a single flickering candle flame that burns bright from the magic of your shared love

it’s funny, when i look back at it. because i suppose we always knew the other existed, but i only really met him when i was 13..

whatever classes we shared before, whatever moments were missed where we walked past each other through hallways or on moving staircases, those never really registered.

i just remember the cold, the prickly sensation of snow on my bare fingertips, crunching under my feet, glittering from the shy slithers of sunlight that flitted through the bleak grey sky. the constant dinging bells, the sound of students exploring all that hogsmeade had to offer, and yet there we stood, facing each other in an alley between shops, frowning in a way that would become all too familiar in the years to come

for what it’s worth, it’s easy to dislike the guy — almost always beating me by a few marks, his facial expression was more than enough of a gloat in itself . creating nicknames for whatever trick i use in a quidditch match and always coming up with a counter move (he can’t ever let me win. personally speaking, of course, i win plenty of matches) . it’s always something with him, and whatever quick bursts of emotion i bring out are hurriedly buried under a blank expression and a tired, almost uninterested visage that boils my blood in a way i cannot possibly describe . and yet i find myself thinking about it, about him, in the ungodly hours of the night.. only to get back at him of course

and it isn’t as if i can speak for him, for the longest time i had no clue what he’d be thinking no matter how long i stared, trying to decipher his thoughts.. but i’d be an idiot to have not noticed a change — the way he would walk through life with a strive to prove himself and yet constantly controlling how much of that ambition he could show.. living each day almost half present, half minded, elsewhere entirely, focused on a far reaching future as if it was right around the corner

he wasn’t like that anymore, he seemed to flourish, to spark, to appear alive . but only when teetering on the tightrope of an improbable partnership, an impossible romance, a strange little love story written between the aged cushions of an abandoned couch, in a hidden lounge, behind an old potions classroom — we found it together . or, more so, we argued and raced to unlock the door first, but regardless, it was our space . a space in which the kindling fire of an unlikely friendship would blossom into something greater than i could ever hope for

and when the mysteries within the castle walls start to crack through, when the secrets between the students stir the cauldron of rumours, and the history of influential families begins to pull itself up from the grave .. i guess it’s not so surprising to admit, but someone as curious as me, paired with someone as persistent as regulus? it’s no big shock that we find ourselves in the middle of such a storm

one transmutation away from uncovering the truth, waking up old bones, and burying the new ones

don’t swallow the tea leaves ! for they leave you a message 🍂

the people have spoken (i’m referring to the poll) and so i post ^this .. it did take a while bcs of numerous reasons that i don’t want to go into but anyway, i adore this dr so so much and i’ve worked so hard on the fic version of it T^T however it is a bit too traumatic for me to actually live out so .. this dr is slightly more tame — i just want to relive high school in hogwarts with the people that helped me through a lot of the shit i faced when i was in high school and they were merely characters on a screen — although, i can’t help myself, there are a few mysteries and bouts of intrigue to keep me entertained, i just .need to figure out what.. i could leave it up to my subconscious but . i don’t wanna do that ≈

chaai brews; tea assortments — dr archive

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vicxeen · 4 months ago

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Alternate reason to shift:

The clubbing/partying experience would be 1000x better and safer. With less slimy guys and smoke that makes your eyes sting.

(I'm looking at you Slytherin parties)

#shiftblr #shifting #shifting realities #anti shifters dni #desired reality #shifting antis dni #shifting community #reality shifting #shifters #shifting blog #shifting to hogwarts #hogwarts dr #hogwarts scripting

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giashifts · 26 days ago

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introduction to my Hogwarts dr !!

birth name: Gianna (cr last name ^^)

nickname: Gia

birthdate: 1980.01.18

mbti: INFJ

height: 165cm/5’4ft

blood type: B-

languages: english, spanish, portuguese, french

residence: cambridge, england

class: pureblood witch

hogwarts house: hufflepuff

patronus: hedgehog

wand: silver lime wood with a unicorn core 11 ½ inches and unyielding flexibility.

significant other: George Weasley

quick backstory

I moved to England after my brother, Julius, was expelled off was expelled from Castelobruxo— Latin America’s wizarding school— in the middle of his first year due to bad behaviour (him and his friends blowing up the bathroom as a prank). Therefore, we moved to England, my brother began studying in Hogwarts and my father— who already was already a influential person on the ministry of magic in the country we lived in— and got a new job in the ministry of magic, a higher, better paying and more important one (more specifically at Wizengamot, the part of the ministry that makes laws and holds trials. Two years later, I got my Hogwarts letter and began my first year and three years after that I began dating George!

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absence-absurde · 4 months ago

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cinnamoncilla · 2 months ago

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How it feels when you try to shift and you end up falling asleep

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ennyshifts · 3 months ago

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fun & cool things in my hogwarts script 🦉<3

• you start the year you turn 18 and finish the year you turn 24 🦉

• hogwarts is always well decorated depending on the holiday <3

• your initials / name / last name is engraved into your robe

• the forbidden forest is no longer forbidden and it looks so beautiful. me and my friends always find fun trails to walk, hang out spots as well as hidden small lakes 🌲

• my friend group have a shared video camera 📹

• there’s an additional meal from 9pm-11pm, like an evening snack 🥐

• we have a field guide with lots of different locations you can check off, like in hogwarts legacy 📖

• we have classes with one house at a time because there’s quite a lot of students in each year, it would be too many people with every house in one class. lets say we have charms with gryffindor, then hufflepuff has it with ravenclaw, and so on

• each common room have their own snack machine 🍫

• there’s a skate rink in hogsmeade and they allow house parties lmao 🛼

• there’s small cafes and restaurants in hogsmeade, so meals in the great hall isn’t always required ☕️

• we’re allowed to have small parties in our dorm because the loud noises stay inside the room. imagine celebrating you and your friends birthdays without random people there :) 🎶

• there’s a big masquerade ball on halloween 🎃

• a study session every friday to give students the opportunity to finish their homework, meaning their weekend is mostly school-free after that. this isn’t actually required to do, but it’s smart and you’re doing yourself a favor

• classes like psychology (how magic affects the mind, the impact of spells, coping with trauma since magic can be quite dark.)

- arithmancy (door puzzles that we get to solve around hogwarts, figuring out riddles and more.)

- flying (enchantments are used during specific lessons where we practice flying under different conditions or at night, broom racing courses, advanced flying techniques such as loops, rapid turns and dives.)

- divination (reality shifting, theories about parallel universes, dream interpretation, lucid dreaming, universal laws and tarot reading.)

- magical theory (the “how” and “why” in magic, wandless magic and animagus.)

• classes are just overall fun, motivating and enjoyable 🤗

• hogwarts express feels like half the ride due to magic, but it still takes the same amount of hours it usually does

• before christmas break and easter, small presents and colorful eggs are hidden throughout the castle for you to find literally anywhere and at any time. the gifts inside are always a surprise 🌟

#shifting realities #reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting community #hogwarts dr #hogwarts scripting #shifting script

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jadeshifting · 4 months ago

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— DON’T FEEL GUILTY FOR YOUR MAIN CHARACTER SYNDROME

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on “the fact that i scripted this is so embarrassing” “ew you’re y/n in your DR” “scripting for attention” “why do you have to be the center of attention in your DR” in all it’s glory, why it’s completely normal, and why you should STOP being embarrassed about it

FEELING UNIMPORTANT IN YOUR CURRENT REALITY

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current reality? sometimes it’s just not it. maybe you’re feeling like an NPC in your own life—just another face in the crowd. it sucks, but guess what? that’s the old script. shifting? it’s your big rewrite. becoming aware of an infinite amount of realities where you’re not just noticed—you’re impossible to ignore

in this reality, people might miss the little things—your killer sense of humor, your kind heart, or how you’re way smarter than people give you credit for. but in your desired reality? everyone’s clocking it. your talents, your quirks, your whole vibe—it’s finally getting the standing ovation it deserves

in your desired reality, your name stays on people’s lips. you’re the plot twist everyone’s been waiting for. no more feeling like an afterthought; you’re finally front and center, with the spotlight right where it belongs—on you. you’re no longer the underrated gem. people are lining up to appreciate everything about you, from your sharp mind to the way you light up a room. it’s not about changing who you are—it’s about stepping into a reality that actually sees you for the star you’ve always been

in a world that works so hard to devalue especially women, and brush past even the qualities you’ve worked the hardest to have, don’t let anyone make you feel bad for using the control you have to finally get the recognition, admiration, and attention you deserve

EMBODYING THE CINEMATIC ENERGY WE’VE ALWAYS IDOLIZED

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we allllll know the scene where the main girly walks into a room, and everything slows down—the music swells, heads turn, and she’s indisputably it? shifting is the awareness that you can become the star of your own cinematic masterpiece. we’ve spent our whole lives watching them, not only worshipping them ourselves, but watching everyone else worship them too—why wouldn’t we want to emulate them? stand on that pedestal ourselves? see what it feels like to be the star, rather than just a planet in it’s orbit

your life becomes a montage of iconic moments—sipping lattes at golden hour, dramatic declarations of love, perfectly-timed witty comebacks. “directed by Sofia Coppola,” with a sprinkle of “scored by Hans Zimmer.” the mundane? not in this reality. you don’t have to romanticize it, it’s effortlessly romantic regardless. every day is a movie, and you’re the lead

FEELING LIKE YOU HAVE TO EARN THEIR LOVE (after all, you’ve loved them for how long?)

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let’s talk about it—so many shifters have spent hours obsessing over their comfort characters. like, not just casually liking them, but worshipping every single thing they do. from their messy hair to their stupid one-liners to how they hold a coffee cup—clocked it all. you’ve been practically crawling through the desert for their every move, memorizing their quirks, and feeling tsunamis of emotion over the tiniest details. they yawned? perfection. they glared? iconic. they exist? life-changing. i don’t have to explain this to you, you get the picture

so when you shift your awareness to your desired reality and meet them—right in front of you? yeah, it’s a whole new ball game now. you’re face-to-face with this person you’ve basically put on a pedestal for years, and suddenly it’s like, “i’ve gotta play catch-up now?” because seriously—you’ve already poured gallons of love and energy into them, but they’re just meeting you for the first time. they don’t have the context, the fanfiction, or the Pinterest boards. they don’t know you’ve been their day-one, silently adoring them from across realities (well, depending on what you script of course. maybe they do *shrug*)

it’s completely natural to feel like you’ve gotta put in the work to even things out. you’re out here thinking, “how do I make them see me the way I see them?” through your script you’re trying to charm them, show off your personality, and make sure they fall as hard as you already have. you might feel like every move has to be flawless, like you’re auditioning for the role of Most Important Person in Their Life

gentle reminder that your comfort character isn’t just a walking aesthetic—they’re layered, real, and perfectly imperfect (which, tbh, is probably why you fell for them in the first place.) and once they catch even a glimpse of who you are, it’s game over for them. they’re gonna feel that energy you’ve been radiating for years, and it’ll be magnetic (they’re gonna be sooo glued to you you’re gonna be looking at them like they’re crazy.)

so why does it matter? at the end of the day, script whatever you want the people in your DR to feel about you, script experiences to bring you closer until your fingers fall off and your head pops—their unconditional love for you is inevitable, so why should anyone be concerned about the rest stops on the trip there?

FINALLY HAVING ACCESS TO WHAT YOU DESERVE

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let’s cut to the chase: shifting is likely the first chance you’ve ever been aware of to claim what’s always been yours. you’re not asking, you’re taking. whether it’s love, fame, adventure, or just a life that feels like a dream, shifting found you, and it’s your time to reap the rewards

this isn’t about being selfish or having a need for attention—it’s about self-love. you’ve waited long enough, played it small long enough. now, you’re stepping into a world where you don’t just survive—you thrive. no guilt, no apologies, just you living the life you’ve always deserved. main character energy? that’s your birthright, babe. go claim it

love u all immensely :^) xx

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nottsim · 3 months ago

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— 𝒮𝒸𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝐹𝓇𝒶𝑔𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝐻𝑜𝑔𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝒹𝓇

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little things that reminds me of my dr, delicately woven into a pretty list..

⋆˙⟡ Old Books

The library is my sanctuary. The scent of parchment and old leather bound books wrapping around me like a familiar and peaceful embrace. I love the quiet and the soft scratching of quills, the rustling of pages, the distant whispers of students pondering over the right answer to the potions assignment. Theo doesn’t understand it but he sits with me anyway while flipping lazily through one of my books, humming an old Italian tune his mum taught him.

⋆˙⟡ Leather

The leather couches in the slytherin common room are worn and soft, often creak when sunken into. The warmth of the crackling fire mixing with the smoky air from Theo's cigarette while Mattheo sneakily shows off the joint he rolled, knowing he'd get busted if he lit it. Blaise pulls out a deck of cards, shuffling them with expert precision claiming he knows a magic trick. Mattheo, clearly not buying it, calls his bluff before placing a stupid bet alongside Theo…spoiler: I won.

⋆˙⟡ Lipstick marks

The soft imprints of my beloved chanel lipsticks lingers; on Theo’s skin after a kiss or on the corners of little notes, signing “𝒿.𝓈” prettily with my quill in fresh ink. He never lets me wipe them off. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s walked into quidditch practice with my lipstick still on his neck or cheek, ducking every time Draco insists “he’s got something there”.

⋆˙⟡ Dark wood

The dark wood of my nightstand is worn smooth and cool to the touch, mirroring the desks in class where I lose myself in knowledge. The scent of peonies sent from my dad fills the air, delicately arranged in a glass vase weighing heavy against the dark wood surface. Morning sunlight peeks through my window hitting the vase just right making the water inside shimmer, casting soft reflections on the wall beside my bed. The wood beneath my fingers feels grounding, steady, like a warming sense of permanence..unchanging and constant, as if frozen in time.

⋆˙⟡ Cameras

My digicam is always there with its weight light in my hand, a quiet presence in the chaos. The click of the shutter is like a small pause capturing the laughter and the warmth, like Theo leaning against the wall at a party. The music pulses through the room, blending with the low murmur of laughter and conversation while the air smells like smoke and perfume. I move through the crowd, my heels clicking lightly on the floor and feeling the fabric from my dress against my skin. Under my fingertips? cool metal. The shutter button just waiting to catch the perfect moment. I spot Theo, standing in the corner by the shelves, his posture relaxed as he talks to Lorenzo. I slip into his space, Theo’s hand instinctively resting lightly on my waist. Lorenzo, sensing the moment, quietly takes the camera from my hand and captures the shot. With a brief flash of light the moment was frozen in time.

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this took way too long :) so enjoy it while I drive myself insane with another draft

accio motivation, jas ୨୧

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