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-- shifting pictionary game --

the original @heartavenue post is here!

and, since i always feel the need to write, i'm adding mini descriptions hehe

1. What does your hometown look like/ what it's aesthetic?

london. born and raised. walking to the bus stop for the school bus every morning. picnics in regent's park on sunny days. going to satchell's to gape at the agency equipment. always home before dark

2. What about you? What is your clothing style?

comfortable jumpers and one pair of shoes i use for everything. long skirts and leather jackets, folded jeans and headbands. oversized t-shirts and overalls. comfort over style, always prepared for a case or a long day at the archives

3. Give me four pictures that just screams you.

reading on public transport, music in my ears at full blast. smiling at pets on the street, waving at babies. romanticising grocery shopping. record stores and book shops, wandering the aisles for hours just looking. winter over any other season. thriving in moonlight

4. What are four things that you just HAVE to have, this can be lipgloss, a keychain, etc.

my watch, my keyring, my mp3 player and my tobacco pouch. four essentials i never leave the house with. they're always in my bag, ready for any moment i have to leave

5. Show me four pictures that describes your friend group.

in a word, chaos. eight agents, a relic woman, and a DEPRAC junior inspector, getting together and making london town our own. sitting in the park in the early mornings, watching the sun rise after cases. group sleepovers at portland row. taking the train to the beach. being too loud at a bar. just... chaos

6. Give me four pictures of a food you just have to EAT.

tea and toast for breakfast most mornings. chicken pie and mujaddara as childhood favourites. finally, tiramisu, because i just fucking love tiramisu

7. Give me four pictures that show what you and your s/o(s) are like

slow mornings when we have no cases. cups of tea everywhere around the house. movie nights and sleeping in the same bed. reassuring each other after nightmares. family dinners and late night talks. slow dancing in the kitchen and running down hills in the park

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omg i've seen @heartavenue 's shifting pictionary game and i really wanna do it bc i love moodboards hehe

hmmm i think i'll do it later when i get on my laptop ahh im excited i love doing things like this

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people on shiftblr are sooo creative. like their posts?? their accounts?? THEIR DRS????? i love the way they write to present their drs and stuff it is LITERALLY magical

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for the nostalgia ask game <3

⌛OH, HOW TIME FLIES... how have you changed? appearance-wise? personality-wise? have you matured, or do you still feel the same?

🖼️ BURN THESE MEMORIES... conversely, any memories you wish to throw out if you could? the ones that you've mostly blocked out, that only resurface alongside the feelings you thought you’ve long buried?

💘 STIRRINGS IN MY CHEST... anyone special you're missing lately? what kind of feelings does this person evoke in you? do you want them back?

🌃 IN THE DARK... what do you think of when you lay in the dark, daydreaming before sleep? are they good memories? bad memories? go ahead and confess to the void.

ahh thank you for asking im so excited to talk abt my lockwood and co dr

this might get emotional tho cuz these kinda things are things i think about A LOT (yes im a person who holds onto the past, what of it?)

for context, i'm answering these questions in a time frame of seven years ! i went to spain when i was twelve to train to be an agent and i've recently come back to the uk

⌛OH, HOW TIME FLIES...

how have i changed? well... one tends to change quite a bit between the ages of twelve and nineteen, right?

physically, i can definitely say i've changed. my long, blonde hair i was so proud of as a child has shortened and darkened to a light brown (though i've also been told there's some ginger in there...). my skin has been tinted with tattoos, both small and big, with and without meanings. i wear my glasses constantly now, practically blind without them, when as a child i wore them only sparsely.

in other aspects the change can be blurry at times. i still feel childish, like i don't know enough. on the other hand, many experiences during training have changed my perspective on things regarding the ghost-hunting industry. as much as i enjoy my job, the childlike excitement is gone, having lived in the darker corners of the industry. i've developed an independence that was in its baby stages as a child, and with it a stubbornness and determination to handle my own affairs. i've learned that most people aren't permanent, something i believed wholeheartedly as a child

🖼️ BURN THESE MEMORIES...

i wish to get rid of nothing. as painful as certain memories may be, i wouldn't be who i am without them. i've lost a lot of people, but... wishing to make those memories disappear is disrespectful to them, isn't it? and that's the last thing i want

however, that doesn't mean i don't bury some of those, along with those feelings, deep down inside me. its hard to be a functioning agent when you're saddled by grief. and we all are. i've lost family, and i was sent away from the ones i have left, but i couldn't wallow in my grief all the time. its counterproductive

being an agent means learning to find the balance between having a team you work well with on cases without getting too close to them. it never works. we're teenagers, almost incapable of finding such a balance. but when we lose one on our team, as such an occurrence is inevitable, we're expected to continue despite the grief. and this happens over and over, during years and years of working. we learn to bury the sorrow inside us. what else can we do?

💘 STIRRINGS IN MY CHEST...

oh, no. missing people? that's what i'm best at. i've accumulated so many people i've lost or drifted away from, and i miss them during the most ordinary of days. how could i not? everything reminds me of something else

to answer the question, however. out of the people who are still alive, i miss anthony lockwood the most of all. we grew up alongside each other, and he stayed in london after i went to spain, and the contact between us seemed to fizzle away. it upset me for years, the fact that we'd hardly talk, but we just didn't know how to do it. how does one talk about their day over the phone when i spent every day of my life with him. he was my day, he knew everything because he was there. it just became too difficult. i regret letting that happen

right now, i have a ticket to london in my bag. i'm mentally preparing to see him for the first time in seven years. i'm nervous, and excited, and terrified all at the same time. wish me luck

i also miss my mother. i miss anthony's parents. i miss his sister, jessica. i miss all the people i lost as a child and who i grieve every day. i wish i could see them again, but i can't. and, in a society where ghosts are common, where i make my life's worth by fighting them... maybe its for the best

🌃 IN THE DARK...

i don't sleep much. maybe i should make that clear before continuing. my work takes place mostly at night, while i still have things to do the next morning... we learn to run on little sleep. it's necessary. even on the nights with no cases, our sleep schedule is so fucked that it hardly matters, and i find myself wandering about at three in the morning, unable to sleep. but i digress

i'm a light sleeper. i take forever to fall asleep, and wake up with the smallest noises (unless, of course, i'm exhausted. then i sleep like the dead. no pun intended). i overthink, i replay things over and over in my mind as i lay there in the dark, wishing sleep would just take me already

sometimes i remember how my mother would read to me to get me to sleep, before i started doing it myself. it calms me sometimes, or makes me cry myself to sleep other times. her voice seems fainter every time i do it, though. i wonder how long until she's gone completely

i think about my regrets, the things i've done that i shouldn't have. i think about how i would do things differently. not that i could. but the thoughts are there. cases i've been on. analysing the facts, the events. cursing myself how i couldn't have seen certain things coming, wasn't it so obvious? i only manage to sleep when i remind myself that i was younger. not just that, i was young. a teenager. we make mistakes we wish we didn't. there's nothing we can do

occasionally, i think about the good things. the memories that make me smile. the days of messing about in class, running around in the backyard, the summers in the countryside and by the beach. the same faces in every memory: my parents. my brother. anthony. jessica. their parents. they say nostalgia is a privilege of a happy childhood. despite certain aspects, in my case it's certainly true

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✴ NOSTALGIA… ask game ✴

shifting ask game inspired by... missing that certain someone so badly your chest aches.

reblog for asks <3

⌛OH, HOW TIME FLIES... how have you changed? appearance-wise? personality-wise? have you matured, or do you still feel the same?

📸 PERFECTLY KEPT POLAROIDS... any memories you wish to keep pristine? ones that you visit again and again, replaying them to make you smile?

🖼️ BURN THESE MEMORIES... conversely, any memories you wish to throw out if you could? the ones that you've mostly blocked out, that only resurface alongside the feelings you thought you’ve long buried?

👤 I WILL REMEMBER YOU... these are the people who have left your life, and yet they still have their impacts in your life, whether it be the soap you use or the way you peel an orange. who are they and what is their impact?

💘 STIRRINGS IN MY CHEST... anyone special you're missing lately? what kind of feelings does this person evoke in you? do you want them back?

🌃 IN THE DARK... what do you think of when you lay in the dark, daydreaming before sleep? are they good memories? bad memories? go ahead and confess to the void.

🪑 WHO DO YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU SEE ME... did you see that? did the object remind you of anyone? was it a certain colour? or perhaps a bench? who did it remind you of? and why?

divider credits: @/saradika-graphics

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my last post on the shifting exercise is getting a lot of traction rn so i also wanna discuss how you can simply connect to your dr emotionally for tonight!

imagine blinking and seeing your DR ceiling, sheets, window. don’t over visualize, don’t try to actually see it. just imagine that and feel the emotion of being in it. of waking in it.

imagine cuddling with your s/o. feel the safeness, the tenderness, the intimacy. let that feeling fill you before setting your intention.

imagine looking at yourself in the mirror. some of us script changes, some of us don’t but regardless—imagine how it will feel to see yourself not here but in your dr?

write a diary entry from the pov of your shifted self right before laying down. ex: “i love it here. everything feels so natural. i’m so proud of myself for getting here.” feel the contentment of already having shifted.

daydream while listening to a dr song. feel the warmth, the alignment, the security. fall asleep knowing it’s yours.

again, these are just examples. you can do whatever you want but i highly recommend associating your intention with an emotion and just letting shifting be simple. no counting. no work. no “have to’s” or “need to’s”. just feel and go.

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🍋, 🍊 and 🥧 for the s/o ask gameee <3

you have no idea how excited i am to talk about george omg thank you!!!

🍋 : for fame drs: is your relationship private? Public? If public how did your fans react?

so, right now... we're not officially together at all. it's... a weird situation. it's kind of common knowledge that we belong to each other, we even turn down interested folks because we're... waiting for one of us to actually make a move. one time i asked george why he turned down a pretty girl that asked him out and he just gave me a meaningful look and said, "i'm just waiting for you." and i was like... was that a joke? is he being serious? what does that mean, hello????? i was too afraid to ask him that, so i just sort of nodded. now, whenever one of us finally decides to be brave and do something, i imagine we'll probably keep it a secret for a few months at least. we've always gotten a kick out of sneaking around together, it's kind of our thing. we may even keep it from the boys for a little while, though i imagine they'll catch on pretty quickly. i think our fanbase will have mostly positive reactions, there have been rumours about us for years and we even have a certain set of fans that already theorize that we've been dating since before we became famous. now, some fans may also be quite cynical about it, thinking that it's gonna spell the end of the band. either because we break up or because we form a united front against the others and become tyrants or something. little do they know that we've always been a team, so really very little will actually change.

🍊 : what kind of date would your s/o organize for you. Are they more of a restaurant date lover or just the kind to cook you your fav dish?

both george and i prefer a more intimate setting for a date, especially nowadays where there are so many eyes on us. we've been on fancy dinner dates before (yes, actual dates, that's what we called them, even though neither of us has been willing to make an actual move) and we always end up running into fans outside. there was this huge scandal over it once. george playfully proposed to me with a rubber band (that he'd removed from the bouquet he bought me) over dinner and he slid it onto my ring finger. when the fans stopped us outside to sign some things and take some pictures, a young girl told me i was her favorite lennon. bless her. you know what my stupid drunk response was? i flaunted the band on my finger and said, "ah, but i'm ivy harrison now, haven't you heard?" no, ivy, but now they will. everyone was convinced we were engaged for months, i couldn't go anywhere without being asked about it. so, all that to say, we usually have our dates in secluded areas, if not just indoors. he likes to cook for me, because uh... i'm not very talented in that area. in fact, sometimes he cooks just for us two on a daily basis and the others will get jokingly outraged about it.

🥧 : is your s/o more on the flirty or the shy side?

he's 50/50, i'd say. the thing about george is that he has no trouble saying very bold things, but the moment it comes down to actual action, he freezes. he'll just sort of say something flirty and then stare at me expectantly as if he's willing me to kiss him. he's told me before that i make him nervous. sometimes i can see it. the way he can't seem to hold my eye when i'm the one flirting with him. the way he gulps when my fingers brush against his neck as i tie his tie for him, even though he's the one who asked me to. he likes to test me, like he's seeing what he can get away with before i finally make the move that he's too afraid to make. i always second guess myself, though, like maybe we're just having fun and he doesn't really mean what he says. so, maybe he's just gonna have to push through the nerves. or maybe he's gonna push me so far that i stop overthinking and make a really impulsive decision. place your bets, ladies and gentlemen!

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ahh ask me these for my lockwood and co dr pleaseee

𐔌՞꜆.  ̫.꜀՞𐦯 souu's love game: ask game!!

🧃 : how did you meet your s/o?

🍌 : any song(s) that reminds you of your s/o? If yes which one and why?

🍋 : for fame drs: is your relationship private? Public? If public how did your fans react?

🍞 : do you and your s/o have any matching tattoos? Matching bracelets? Others?

🍍 : are you and your s/o from the same friend group?

🍯 : if your s/o was a color what color would they be and why?

🥖 : what is your s/o's love language? (physical touch, words of affirmation etc)

🍊 : what kind of date would your s/o organize for you. Are they more of a restaurant date lover or just the kind to cook you your fav dish?

🥧 : is your s/o more on the flirty or the shy side?

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-- my lockwood and co dr --

meet vivian agnes winters castillo, a ghost-hunting agent who works at the small yet upcoming lockwood and co agency!

she hasn't always worked there, but she knows the place like the back of her hand. born and raised in london, just a month after one anthony lockwood, she spent most of her childhood hanging out at 35 portland row

having had her talent developed around the age of four, her and anthony daydreamed about training together at the most prestigious agencies in the country, Fittes and Rotwell. but, unfortunately, that's not where they ended up

as an agent;

as an agent, vivian winters is precise. calculated. planning. she trained in the biggest agency in spain, and then continued to work at the biggest agency in her province before going back to the uk. granted, she can be kind of clumsy and reckless, but believe me she's got anything anyone could ever need in her kit bag. she makes all the necessary research before leaving, and is always on the lookout for her teammates. she leaves nothing to chance, knowing how and when to act, even if sometimes it's misguided

as a person;

as a person, she couldn't be more different. she's cheerful and optimistic, though sometimes a little motherly to her friends. she probably listens to music a bit too much, completely ignoring the world around her. she likes to be prepared when she leaves the house, to have her day planned and her bag full just in case anyone needs anything. she's stubborn, with a determination to do things by herself, which drives her friends mad. she can be loud and chaotic, but is very protective of her independence

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⠀⠀⠀⠀hogwarts sex ed 101 . . . there wasn't one ,

ok so. sex ed at hogwarts. 1977. marauders era. the year god said 'what if i put all the bisexuals in one school and didn't teach them a single thing about genitals, boundaries, or the consequences of dry humping in a cupboard.' he did. welcome to the british wizarding education system. funded by divorce, powered by unresolved tension. narrated by emma. you're welcome for this very necessary and useful piece of information.

so. no. there wasn't sex ed at hogwarts. like. not even the ghost of it. not even a euphemism. not even a pamphlet. there was one stained copy of magical maturity and you in the infirmary and it was locked in a drawer under madam pomfrey's shame. it had illustrations. they moved. someone cursed it in '62 so now it plays low moaning sounds when you turn the pages. sirius black used to check it out "for research" and then giggle in the common room like a french exchange student who just learned the word "thrust."

you've got to understand. this was a school that thought putting a werewolf in an abandoned manor once a month and praying no one opens it was a viable health plan. sex ed??? no. they had banshee management for beginners. they had magical menses: a guide to not hexing your classmates when you're bleeding. they had one seminar on unwanted transformations during puberty but it was mostly about not turning into a beetle when you get horny. which. relatable.

the only people who talked about sex were the portraits. and they were weird about it. sir cadogan once tried to explain contraception using a metaphor involving dragon intestines and a chastity spell invented by merlin's ex. it did not clear things up. students got all their info from older cousins, contraband witch weekly issues, and the backs of chocolate frog cards where someone had scribbled "you can't get pregnant if you're on top" in green ink. wrong. so wrong.

the boys' dorm smelled like socks, and something evil. every time someone mentioned "wand length," james potter made a joke and remus lupin visibly aged five years. lily evans read the female eunuch under her duvet with a stolen wandlight and had a moral crisis every thursday. mary macdonald was the only person in the entire school who knew what a clitoris was. so she became god. people asked her questions like she was the oracle of delphi but for genitals. "mary, can you get pregnant from a bubble-head charm?" "mary, what's foreplay?" "mary, why do my pants feel weird when snape talks about potions?" (and he talked a looooot about them. subtle foreshadowing). my girl was busy. marlene was up there too but she never spoke out so she never got her own hotline.

sex was happening. everywhere. god knows it, i know it, you now know it too. in greenhouses, in empty classrooms, in the astronomy tower. it was a budget rom-com with trauma. there was a rumour that if you made out under the whomping willow at the exact moment it smacked a bird out of the air, you'd lose your virginity by osmosis. again, wrong. someone tried it. got concussed.

teachers pretended none of it existed. mcgonagall's sex talk was "don't get caught." dumbledore's was just making intense eye contact with you over a lemon drop and saying "magic is a sacred bond." slughorn had absolutely hosted orgies in the '20s. sprout once gave a lecture on pollination that made half the class cry and the other half extremely confused about flowers.

if you asked filch where babies came from, he'd say "the ministry" and limp away. if you asked peeves, he'd mime something unspeakable and then chant "one-two buckle-my-shoe, syphilis is after you!" honestly not even the worst advice.

but. like. this wasn't unique to hogwarts. this was just. britain. the 70s. everyone was either having sex or terrified of it or convinced it could be cured with chamomile tea. sirius black had a whole phase where he thought wanking made you go blind. he wore sunglasses for three weeks. refused to explain.

anyways. do not confundus your girlfriend's uterus. do not confundus anything. read a book. read two books.

also let's talk shame. catholic levels of repression. protestant levels of awkwardness. dionysian levels of impulse control. no one knew what they were doing and everyone was pretending. people said stuff like "deflowering" and meant it. they thought it was romantic. they thought love looked like sneaking into the potions dungeon and dry-humping to the sound of dripping cauldrons. they thought "i want to feel your magic inside me" was a line. it was not. it was a red flag on fire.

⠀⠀⠀so. was there sex ed at hogwarts?

no. but there was sexual miseducation. there were bad metaphors. there were prefects giving unsolicited advice in the lav.

and if you're wondering where i was in all this . . . i was that girl. i saw everything. i judged everyone. i'm dating a slytherin boy and i'm never confessing anything, even if the lord shall taketh me away no. absolutely not. expelliarmus.

i'm not saying i saved hogwarts. but i did tape an illustrated anatomy chart to the wall of the girls' bathroom and label it in four languages. i did distribute cursed zines about safe sex that moaned when opened. i did hex someone's trousers off for saying "girls don't get horny." you're welcome, feminists.

sex ed at hogwarts was me. and mary. and trauma. and bad latin. and the slow, horrible realisation that magic doesn't replace literacy.

we learned. painfully. and now i'm sharing it.

⠀i do have a masterlist where you can catch all of my stories oh em gee.....

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OKAYYYYY HELLOOOO YOU SHIFTED??!?? PACK IT UP MASTER SHIFTER 😩🫶🏽

BAE WHAT WAS THE METHOD PLEASE THESE ALMOST SHIFTS AND SHIFTING FOR TWO SECONDS ARE EATING ME ALIVE HELP A BISH OUTTTT

　　the anti-method (a.k.a., you were never here to begin with)　

this isn't a method. not really. there's nothing to follow. no list, no prep, no steps to optimise. it's just something you notice.

not a tool. not a hack. just the moment you stop assuming you're locked out. people talk about shifting like it's a distance. a place. a before and after. but it's not a trip, it's not a climb. it's not even new. it's memory. recognition. you don't get in, you realise you never left.

　　this is how i do it.

i , lie down. sit still. you don't have to clear your mind. you don't have to feel good. just stop trying to control it. you're not pretending. you're not visualising. you're not even "doing" anything. you’re just letting the thought in.

ii , ask yourself. what if i already shifted and just forgot? not "am i in my dr?" not "how do i get there?" just. what if i already did it. what if it already happened, and i've been too distracted to notice.

iii , your brain might flinch. it'll try to anchor you. it'll pull out facts. try to prove this is "reality." fine. let it. that's what it does. but you don't argue. you don't check. you just keep going :

　i already shifted. i just forgot. 　　i’ve been there this whole time.

don't chant. don't perform. just think it. a fact you forgot to write down. something you knew once and are just now remembering.

iv , the mind doesn't know how to disprove it. it wants to be right, but it can't back it up. that's your opening. when it spirals, let it. you're not resisting, you're just not entertaining the lie anymore.

　and if you want to know why it works, just read here & here.　

v , it clicks. not because you did anything right. not because you hit a milestone. but because the assumption gave out. and what's left is the truth.

vi , that's it. you're there. no shift sound, no trumpet, no flash of insight. you just.....… remember. and this time, it sticks.

the anti-method works for getting into the void as well, as it bypasses the idea of getting there entirely.

the void is not a state you summon. it's not a level you unlock. it isn't something you build toward, or earn, or cross into. it isn't a destination at all.

the void is what's left when everything else lets go. it is what's underneath when the effort stops. not as in giving up, not collapse - but the clean simplicity of just… being. no storyline, no role, no feedback loop. only you. the anti-method works because it doesn't treat the void like something distant. it doesn't ask you to get anywhere. it doesn't suggest movement. it asks a different question entirely:

　what if you're already there?

this isn't a metaphor. it's a pattern interrupt. the method doesn't rely on you relaxing or visualising or getting into a meditative state. it doesn't ask you to fix anything. it starts and ends with doubt, not the kind that scares you, but the kind that opens something. the kind that pauses the world for just long enough to slip through it. ask:

　what if this is the void? 　　　how do i know it isn't? 　　　　　what if i just forgot?

and the brain, which is used to being in charge, doesn't know what to do with that. it searches for evidence. it scrambles to re-establish "reality." it reaches for context - sensations, memories, proof. but none of those can actually confirm anything. they just distract.

when the brain fails to reassert control, something shifts. it doesn't feel grand or strange. it feels simple. small. warm. you don't fall into the void. you stop resisting it.

it was always there, underneath every thought. your mind just layered stories on top. beliefs. structures. expectations. the anti-method isn't about tearing those down. it just stops feeding them.

the void isn't sterile. it isn't cold. it's generous. it gives you back to yourself. it's what remains when there's nothing to be.

and what happens in that space is up to you. you can sit in it, rest in it, let it hold you. you can stay for a moment or a while. there's no clock. no judgement. no requirement to do anything with it.

some people will try to describe the void in grand terms, transcendence, enlightenment, ego death. but the truth is quieter. it doesn't announce itself. it doesn't try to impress you. it's the space behind everything that ever made you feel overwhelmed. and when you recognise it, it feels like remembering something you never meant to forget.

this method works because it doesn't try to get you out of anything. it gently questions the idea that you were stuck in the first place.

and it doesn't force you to believe anything. it just lets you wonder. the void is not complicated. it doesn't need instructions. but sometimes a method like this can help you pause long enough to notice what's already true.

you were never far from it. you were never doing it wrong. you were never outside. you just forgot. and now, maybe, you remember.

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I don’t think a shifter could not be a yearner. Like they’re both intertwined.

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i love watching everyone lose their shit over this pic of cameron chapman but im so into my lockwood and co dr that for me that is anthony. like. i can just imagine sitting with him at a pub of something and the sunlight hits his face JUST like that and omg im gonna cry i miss him sm

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A GUIDE TO IVY LENNON’S DISCOGRAPHY

all songs sung by our favorite beatle!

Baby It's You — Released on Please Please Me. This song was written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney then given to Ivy Lennon. She's reportedly not very fond of the tune.

You Really Got A Hold On Me — Released on With The Beatles. This song was also written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney.

And I Love Him — Released on A Hard Day's Night. This is the first song within the band that was written entirely by Ivy Lennon herself. Ivy later admitted, after confirming her relationship with her bandmate, that this was written about George Harrison.

Rock And Roll Music — Released on Beatles For Sale. This song was also written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney. Ivy reportedly got into a spat with the pair over wanting to put another self-written song on the album, but she ultimately relented.

Yesterday — Released on Help. This song was written by Ivy Lennon, about her relationship with her mother.

I'm Looking Through You — Released on Rubber Soul. This song was written by Ivy Lennon, also about her relationship with her mother. This is the song that she had originally wanted on Beatles For Sale.

Here, There And Everywhere — Released on Revolver. This song was written by Ivy Lennon, admittedly about her relationship with George Harrison.

With A Little Help From My Friends — Released on Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. This song was written by Ivy and John Lennon.

All You Need Is Love — Released on Magical Mystery Tour. This song was written by Ivy and John Lennon.

I Will — Released on The Beatles. This song was written by Ivy Lennon and George Harrison, about their own marriage.

Cry Baby Cry — Released on The Beatles. This song was written by Ivy Lennon, about her and John Lennon's childhood.

She Came In Through The Bathroom Window — Released on Abbey Road. This song was written by Ivy Lennon. Rumours say it's about Yoko Ono, Ivy denies this.

playlist

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yo i'm swingin' here! - the amazing spider-man dr introduction

while spider-man and the widow have learned to work together in their crime-fighting efforts, their unaware civilian alter-egos are the epitome of rivals when it comes to their internships at the daily bugle.

xo, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫

[vivian-shiftss]

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

[vivian-shiftss]

🧸🎀🍓 for the little life ask game !! <3

answering for my marauders dr!

🧸 what childhood memory is permanently etched into your brain?

i think the core memory for me was my father teaching me how to play the piano. we would sit in the living room for hours while playing

🍓 what makes you sappy and all nostalgic?

honestly it’s listening to Piano Man by Billy Joel, it just reminds me so much of the Gryffindor common room when it first came out because we played it ALL THE TIME but now i feel nostalgic when i hear it, especially during holidays when i’m at my house

🎀 what do you love about life?

easy answer would be being with my friends, but the truth is that what i love is noticing art in little things while hanging out together, i absolutely love analysing little movements or mimics while listening to music or just talking. so what i love are those random little things which i find so beautiful