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Hello you sweethearts!!!!!!!!!!! I love each one of you an incredulous amount, whether it be my gorgeous talented moots or my followers, all of you have my heart. So hi again, this is me, inviting you to add yourself to my hogwarts dr. Let me see you as a witch slash wizard, let us duel, let us gossip under the whomping willow, let us explore the forbidden forests with trembling hands held together and wands that glow only enough. let us taint the hallways of hogwarts together.

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Hii!!!! PSA?

If you take any part in the bullying(that's literally what it is), of random blogs who are literally just going out of their way to try and HELP YOU?? because you're jealous or their followers or something??

Unfollow/Unmoot me.

You aren't welcome here, you're literally just a bitch..

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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 fourth 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 liked 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 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) !! this post is totally different from what i had originally in mind but i love how it turned out ^^ idk when you’ll see something else from me but fingers crossed it’ll be soon?

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

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girl desi shifters are so hard to find i love your account

omg thankyou!!!!! it is indeed a daily struggle to find desi shifters but go check out my oomfie @withluvvenus if you haven't already, her blog is angelic

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　　 　　 loa cheat sheet to keep in mind 25/8 <3

　assuming gently but constantly

this does not mean obsessively looping affirmations... instead every time your mind wants to lean toward worry or doubt, you gently tip it back toward the i already have it mindset. you don't have to do this forcefully nor do you have to yell at yourself. more like….. you're reminding a forgetful friend, more like ... we're fine, this is already ours. do it ten times a day or do it a hundred or do it once, just don't let the opposite story get more airtime.

　not checking if it's working

I KNOWWWWW that this one is hard, especially because we're soooo used to measuring progress. but manifesting isn't like school or baking. sadly you don't get a gold star for effort. if you're checking, has it shown up yet? did that mean something? was that a sign? you're not in the state of having, you're in the state of lack, in the state of waiting.

the version of you who has it wouldn't be checking, they'd just be living. so copy that energy, even if it feels fake at first. it doesn't have to feel real, you just keep doing it until it does.

　not tying it to your worth

you do not have to heal everything first, you don't have to deserve it and you don't have to earn it. that's not how any of this works. you don't have to be the best version of yourself and you don't have to love yourself perfectly. you just have to accept that you are allowed to have the thing, and then decide that you do.

　letting it be boring and letting it be simple

you don't get there by force, you get there by letting the assumption settle into you like a habit. you don't try to feel it every second, just let it become normal. even boring.

you tell yourself a new story until it becomes the only one you respond to. you assume and you persist and and you let it land.

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ava i am in love w you

𝓑𝒰𝑅𝒩 𝓑𝒪𝒪𝒦 . . . 𝓟𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝓢𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 ,

𝑨𝑽𝑨

( written in large letters with a sharpie )

❝ this is the weirdest girl you’ll ever meet!!!!!!! beware of niche reffrances and spontaneous facts . . . . . ❞

— born and raised in the golden state, but not plastic enough to become famous in hollywood, only to be cursed in a small town where everyone hates one another.

now, the girl behind the screen aggressively mushing her thumbs into her phone’s keyboard of her internal thoughts is actually just a normal weird sixteen year-old girl with brown hair brown eyes sipping on a shirley temple.

honestly, if you see this weird bitch, WALK THE OTHER WAY!!!!

split between many different realities and a common s/o in majority of them, she’s practically similar even if the realities go from being a interdimensional princess with a magic wand to being a school girl with a crush on an fbi agent ( twin peaks mention . . . ) or a housewife.

with the world reading her in braille and trying to let her breathe when her silverware isn’t presented correctly, she still stands as tall as she can with her horrid posture.

being written by lana del rey and sofia isella while being directed by wes anderson and an obsession over license plates, she’s a suffocating mess of kindness and mismatched socks.

if you ask her about anything she just mentioned in the past, she’ll give you a smile ( with her insanely crooked teeth ) and rambles will immediately fall from her lips, like a never ending stream.

❝ she’s a decent girl i’d say . . . all things considered. ❞

ᯓ “ one time, i asked ava what she’d be reincarnated as, and she said a jellyfish and now it’s a running joke in her family. ”

ᯓ “ one time, i asked ava what her favorite songs were and she pulled out a whole ass playlist that was one-hundred hours long. ”

ᯓ “ one time, i asked ava to wear a velvet dress and she threw up on my shoes. ”

ᯓ “ one time, i asked ava what her favorite movie was and she started hysterically crying as she said fantastic mr fox and midsommar. ”

ᯓ “ one time, i asked ava how she felt about left-handed people and she started rambling about how it makes one immediately more attractive. ”

ᯓ “ one time, i asked ava her opinions on severance and the bear and she practically held me down as she explained everything that went through her mind during the episodes. ”

ᯓ “ one time, i asked ava for her lip combo and she gave it to me. ”

ᯓ “ one time, i asked ava about her tumblr and she looked at me like she watched me murder an infant. ”

⁴⁴⁴ handing the book over to . . .

@blushpinkdoll @a2006love @asishiftss

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✶ 𝑎 𝑠h𝑖f𝑡e𝑟'𝑠 𝑏u𝑟n b𝑜o𝑘. . .౨ৎ

saadgi?...the girl with more drs than she can remember? what about her?

where do i start? she is a seventeen year old who takes pride in being self aware but knows not the first thing about her self, ask her her favorite movie and watch her stutter. She is awkward and shy when you'll approach her but once you become a friend you'll be begging her to shut up, she is a mosaic of everyone she has ever loved, all of her being is formed by bits and bops she has stolen from others. Who is she if not an obsessive maniac? She claims she loves emotionally intelligent, wise, and pensive men....she does....but then she also falls for the most shallow guy ever and changes almost everything about him in her dr where she can date him. Psychotic if you ask me. She is great at explaining things she believes....huh. She also laughs weird. Very weird.

Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?

she wishes to love every life there is, peek into every corner and every crack in the tapestry of the multiverse. Experience every movie she has ever watched, stand on every mountain, drink from every river, dance on every meadow, fly through every cloud there is. What are her favorite drs? no one knows, maybe not even her great (sarcastic) self. But if i had to guess, i would say...

✶ Narnia dr

The confused indecisive shifter grew up reading the narnian books and imagining herself as the fifth monarch of narnia, she saw a reflection of herself in Edmund, perhaps it was his bratty side in the first book and her love for acts of rebellion and her crippling need to be different from others that drew her towards him. Whatever it was, it called her home. I heard her telling someone that she is a witch, a woodland witch even in this dr, and she marries edmund becoming the fifth queen of narnia...what? crazy.

✶ Hogwarts dr

pretty bold of her to be making a hogwarts dr after she said she did not feel any connection to the characters of the harry potter world...but perhaps it is the wizarding school experience that drew her in? or her beau? Edmund Salazar Slytherin, (thankyou kerry ml) the great great descendant to Salazar Slytherin who is NOT a bigot in her dr, himself.

✶Dead Poets Society dr

hmmm...i bet she fancies herself a dead poet. One who writes of love and pain and misery and shuns the sciences and practicalities of life. Maybe she imagines herself in the cave, a cigarette burning wistfully between her fingers as she recites her poetry and the poets applaud, charlie, her lover, however plays his saxophone as a sound of approval

✶Vampire dr

a vampire dr, huh, of course she has a vampire dr. Dare i say she had a thing for vampires even as a kid. She is a blood sucker, an annoyingly sad princess and an obsessed fool for her eternal dramatically loving husband, edmund the vampyr.

is that it about her? i suppose so. Maybe when she does something more iconic than making new drs everyday, she will get a longer post about herself, but for now? xoxo.

tags to invite others to the event (no pressure) : @kerryshifts, @deepinthegroves, @easyboyrecliner, @sunnydaysshifter,

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CHAPPELL PERFORMS AT THE YULE BALL????? I LOVEEEEEEEEE

𝕿𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚

𝕸𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑫𝑹!

⊹ ࣪ ˖𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑹𝒐𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟕𝟎𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆.

⊹ ࣪ ˖𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒂 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒀𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝟔𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 (𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒘, 𝒘𝒆 𝒓 𝑯𝑼𝑮𝑬 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒔)

⊹ ࣪ ˖𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔!!!!! 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒖 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉.

⊹ ࣪ ˖𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆'𝒔 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 / 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔, 𝑰 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝑯𝒐𝒈𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒚𝒔 𝟏𝟕𝒕𝒉 𝑰 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

⊹ ࣪ ˖𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒐𝒔 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬, 𝑶𝑭 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑶𝑵𝑬.

⊹ ࣪ ˖𝑰 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒖𝒃 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔, 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 :𝟑

⊹ ࣪ ˖𝑪𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒊𝒑𝒔, 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒏𝒆𝒚𝒔, 𝒔𝒐.. 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒚.

⊹ ࣪ ˖𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒚, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔.

⊹ ࣪ ˖𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝑰𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈'𝒔 𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐 𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄.

⊹ ࣪ ˖𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒙𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒘𝒐, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒆𝒕𝒄.

⊹ ࣪ ˖𝑨𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒙𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 (𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒔 𝑺𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒖𝒔🙂‍↔️)

⊹ ࣪ ˖𝑴𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝑪𝒖𝒏𝒌, 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚.

⊹ ࣪ ˖𝑺𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝑰𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆!

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the ethan and celine thing is so real, intelligence is very sexy

tom and sam forever duhhhhhhh

i love making my husband like smart and articulate in all my drs so we have stuff to talk about...........like we're so ethan and céline from before sunrise (i have never watched the movies but i know it 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️)

anywhooooooo how are you my gorgeous lotus eater

(replying to this whilst watching the spider scene in chamber of secrets bc i can’t stand spiders😭😭😭😭)

i totally get you. competence is SOsosososos attractive .!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and being like céline and ethan…oh you icon . ily for that .

and i’m doing soso well thank you for askinggggggg my lovie . 😌😌😌😚😚😚😚😚😚😚mwah . how are YOUUU

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i will miss you so much ema you brought shifting back to life for me, you have been a friend and a savior at the same time. Every post of yours is perfection and i hope you stay safe and loved and i hope i stay in touch with you because you truly are and always will be one of the biggest inspirations of my life. I am so sorry and angry you had to go through all of this, that you had your safety put at risk because you made a blog that blew up for all the right reasons. I will never forgive the people who made you do this. I love you very much and i will miss your little side of the internet that i opened whenever i woke up. I hope, again, that you stay safe and happy. Bye ema dearest, loads of love!!!!

hi lovies…………………..

i think this might be it for now, not with shifting, and not with writing, and not with magic or manifestation or whatever term we're burning through this week. just with this version of me and with this version of the space and with this little corner of the internet where i've been both held and hunted.

i’m deactivating this blog sometime tomorrow.

i always thought i'd stay, or at least disappear for a bit and then come back in a blaze of historical revisionism like, hi guys, i had a child in a past life. her name was julie. anyway here's how the plumbing worked. but i truly don't think if i can do that now. or not yet, or not like this.

and maybe that's a betrayal or a plot twist or a necessary limb amputation before the rot hits the bone marrow, maybe all three.

truth is, i don't feel safe. in the actual, literal, legal-definition, report-it-to-the-site way. someone is stalking me and i've been harassed and impersonated and threatened and envied. picked apart like roadkill on a highway no one even wants to drive on anymore.

this place used to feel like my room. not my stage, not my arena. my room, meaning messy, safe, maybe a bit stupid, maybe a bit brilliant. i used to write posts with hope and a very real belief that i was helping people.

and you can say that's the price of being visible, of being correct, or of being incorrect, of being good at what you do. and i guess that's true, but it's also such a boring lie.

i'm like 2 weeks into being 17 in this reality, and i'm already so, so, so, so tired, and i'm crying writing this, and i feel sick that i even have to explain why.

and no, i'm not a perfect person, obviously, i've been defensive and i've been stubborn and i've made people mad and i've posted things i regret and i've left up things too long and i've trusted the wrong people and i've said too much and i've said too little. but never, not once, did i want to hurt anyone, never, not once, did i want to build an empire just to be burnt at the stake for it.

i doubt that i ever deserved to be called ridiculous when i was hurting over being mocked or reading someone saying they scripted that i get cancelled in their dr. and now i know how joan of arc felt💔💔💔💔💔

and still, and still, and still, and still, i wouldn't undo it.

this account, this little blog, this weird, overactive, overcaffeinated brain i cracked open for you all like an egg with a bibliography. it truly changed my life. you changed my life.

every ask, every affirmation, every time someone said "you made me feel like i could shift." every time someone messaged me at 3am to say "i just did it. i'm there. i'm home."

you were the ones who kept me here and you were the reason i stayed longer than i should've.

and you will be the reason i come back, maybe in a month, maybe whenever. maybe when i've built a family in god knows what ancient civilisation.

until then, please, don't give up. and if you do give up, don't punish yourself for it, it's not a sign of failure, simply a pause.

shifting is still guaranteed, always, it is a metaphysical inevitability, it is yours. it belongs to you because you decided it would. you don't need to "deserve" it and you don't need to be good and you don't need to earn it like it's a nobel peace prize for mental stability, it is yours.

that's the whole point of shifting. it's an extension of you.

so script the stupid things, script the cat that meows in french, script the dad who didn't leave, script the version of yourself who remembers every birthday and never flinches when someone says i love you. script safety and script softness and script freedom.

you don't have to perform belief, you just have to live like you're already there.

this is me saying thank you. thank you for reading and for listening and for watching me try and for making me feel like i mattered and like i was helping. like maybe something i said meant something to someone who needed it.

i really hope it did, and i really hope you don't forget me.

be safe. be free, be gone. i love you i love you i love you.

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hi my lovely sister in law ( my favorite one ) you should make a post about how to dress in the twenties!! ( for my vampire dr 😈😈 ) okay take your time ily xx

your wish is my command my dear sister in law lmao

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i watched the ugly stepsister i am not okay

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omg...jaw dropped...

⠀ MARY MISCHA GRAHAM ; perverse witty girl from helll

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meet the child who beneath the blanket of stars had once wished to see the world from everyone's eyes. . .

a lover, a poet, a dream recurring . . .

hi hello hola bonjour namaste I am saadgi, my name means simplicity but it has always been a joke around school how my name fits me as a hat does a frog. I am seventeen and i brim with 3 am thoughts, ideas and wonders. I love spending all my time in my room doomscrolling and binge watching my favorite shows (tua, hi) until they do not ever feel the same again but i occasionally also love a good party with free alcohol. I vape like it's lifeline, a habit i must get rid of soon. My favorite colors are purple and pink. my birthday is on 28 December, i am a winter's daughter through and through, i can not stand summers, they drain my energy every time. I live in India (summers are lethal) i love our food, never hearing any criticism. I love the nighttime, i stay up the entire night just to sleep till 2 pm during the day, i love the stillness, the serenity, the soft humming of the moonlit stars in the background of my head. It remains all mine and i can not help but cherish it, i love how i can stare at the wall for an hour and no one would question me. I am an empath, i feel too much and it is a curse as well as a boon. I am the 'too woke' friend, I have had many of my close friendships broken because of the said wokeness. I am a capricorn sun, leo moon and aquarius rising, analyse me through that however you will. I am a sucker for numerology, i am a number 1, ruled by the sun, a leader, a winner. My hobbies include writing first and foremost, i am at my core when all the layers are peeled off, a writer, i sold my short stories to other kids for a sweet treat when i was 10, i wrote my first poem on my 8th mother's day.

she who wished, she who fulfilled . . .

My childhood was spend inside my head. My mind was always scattered in 10 different directions, i have lived different lives since forever, i was always in my palace, always in the beyblade arena, i was a vampire, i was a spy, i was dracula's mortal wife, i was a witch hunter...but i also was a student, i was slow at understand things of this reality, i used to daydream in class all the time, i remember my teacher yelling my ear off once but i couldn't hear her until she threw a chalk at my head because i was too busy being a pink haired vampire. I remember once asking my mom why i couldn't see the world from my best friend's pov....so yeah.

I was a witch and a master manifester even as a child. I remember bringing dirt from the garden and putting on it whatever leaves i could find and chanting a made up spell so rain would fall during hot summers....it always did....you are welcome, my neighbours. I got whatever i wished for, a thought of my favorite movie would pass my mind, it's being telecasted on the television. I think my english teacher is the coolest person on planet earth?? i am her favorite student. I want my favorite chocolate? dad has brought home a bag of it.

It is i believe in my veins to bend the thread of fate with a practiced swish of my fingertip, to whisper to the moon and have it return to me as an echo.

the multiverse left bare . . .

I had always known there was more to life, when i read 'earth is the only planet with life' in my grade 5 science book, i knew there was something unmistakably wrong with that sentence.

I found shifting at the worst time possible, summer 2022, 9th grade. I hated how i looked, i had an ugly haircut, i was in a trio (canon event). The sun blazed above my head everyday, everything was sticky smelly and clammy, i had a crush on a guy who had a crush on another girl, i doubted my competence, i was failing maths and science. I was losing my magic (or i believed i was). I had only recently found subliminals and decided i was not special enough for them to work for me.

Finding shifting then felt more of a burden then one lifted...i feared that i would try and fail, and when you think of failure it takes it's largest form and looms upon your silhouette like a victorian ghost unleashed mistakenly. I gave up on shifting, i decided it was not real, just an internet joke...after 2 years i found @hrrtshape's blog (forever grateful) and the lock on the door that i had been staring at for 2 years vanished, a flower bloomed inside of me, hope ignited like firework within my soul, i found shifting again and in a better place, i believed in it again, this time it felt like a sparkling wrapped present, like something given not taken.

characters across the multiverse who are but a reflection of me. . .౨ৎ

jo march, todd anderson, lexi howard, devi vishwakumar, loki laufeyson, klaus hargreeves, diego hargreeves, edmund pevensie, lucy pevensie, nadine (the edge of seventeen), lady bird, priscilla presley (not a character but...), lucy gray, cecelia lisbon, lux lisbon, celine (before trilogy), lisa swallows, miles teller, cassie ainsworth, tony stonem.....and many more i suppose, might edit later.

heavily heavily and i do mean heavily inspired by the amazing @kerryshifts

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Excuse me for wanting to kiss chappell in an eighties settings,.......also she can be max' older sister.......I think I have got something

stranger things dr............with chappell roan as my s/o..........hm.....

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I’m gonna grow wings and leave this fuck ass reality