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NEBULA'S REASONS TO SHIFT ; #1

✧ To not mourn my cat, which I still believe to this day is the closest and bestest friend I'll ever have in any reality.

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ. if it found you, it’s meant for you . . . nothing comes uninvited. 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

her st𝔂le …………………

monochrome is fun . i have nothing else to say this is a fun little moodboard

i don’t call this reality the “current reality” . its my pain-in-the-ass reality. my boring reality. my ‘wow! everything sucks ASS’ reality. would 100% recommend not calling this reality your ‘cr’. it helps with not giving this reality so much power yourself!!!! because it is as real and mundane as any other reality you wish to perceive!!! so name it like you name your desired realities your ‘marauders’ dr or ‘90s fame dr’, maybe it may help with a change of perspective. idk. i am no expert . just works for me 😌

yeah ted talk over BYE (did this make sense???????? i am sorry if it doesn’t haha)

how can we stop expecting to wake up in cr after shifting attempt?

　how to stop expecting to wake up in your cr ,

well . . . you never 'wake up' in your desired reality. you don't arrive. there is no terminal gate, no sudden cut to black followed by credits rolling on a new world. if you're waiting for the crash, you've misunderstood the flight. but that's semantics. anyways.

shifting isn't an event. it's not a rupture, it's not a lottery win, it's not a punishment or miracle. it's continuity. like breathing, like blinking. what happens when you shift is not that you go somewhere else. it's that you stop arguing with where you are. and by the time you notice, the scenery's already changed.

so you don't wake up in your cr because your cr isn't a separate bedroom you break into once you've behaved enough. your cr is the bed you've always been in. your cr is now. it's here. it's this. but you're still trying to see it through the peephole of your old logic. through scarcity and suspense and the habit of believing everything real has to hurt.

the expectation to 'wake up' comes from the same place as superstition. it's a theatre of reward. you're still expecting it to feel deserved. to arrive with trumpets. to be marked by something. you're still trying to prove something to the doorman in your mind who thinks heaven has a guest list.

but your reality doesn't need fanfare. it doesn't need to knock. it's not late. it's not reluctant. it's not waiting on you to be more visual, more perfect, more devotional. you are not an unpaid intern at the church of quantum theory. you're not performing piety for a state change. you're not a myth. you're a chooser.

so . . . stop expecting to wake up. instead, assume you already did. yesterday. last week. two months ago. during lunch. when you put your phone down. when you said 'this is done.' the moment passed already. you missed it because you were squinting for a sign.

anywho. reality doesn't tap you on the shoulder. it really just expects to reflect something you've given. either the belief that you're here or you're there. your thoughts materialise.

　what's in my marauders dr bag . . packed & ready

hiii hiiii hiiiii this is just a little peek inside my bag from my marauders dr. she's heavy, slightly cursed, probably illegal in at least three wizarding jurisdictions. i've had her since fourth year, she was a gift from my aunt effie. technically it's a charmed handbag (ignore the dior labels, this is the closest one i could find), but she's been through so much she's basically sentient now. anyway. here's what’s inside. she's messy. she's loved. she's full of secrets and seashells and other girly things. ( p.s., the prettiest top collage ever inspired from this prettiest post ever )

﹐ a lip gloss called "veritaserum." and another lip gloss named "blood witch" from that one weird potions girl who makes bootleg beauty products behind the greenhouse.

﹐ a blood quill, obviously. for correspondence and kink.

﹐ a note from sirius black that just says "?"

﹐ my head girl badge.

﹐ mints i stole from slughorn's office in 4th year.

﹐ banned potions disguised in vitamin bottles

﹐ the tears of a veela. mine.

﹐ a howler i refuse to open because i know it's from my mother.

﹐ a hexed compact mirror that only shows enemies.

﹐ the frog from divination class. he is named jean-paul croak-tre.

﹐ five galleons. one is cursed. i forget which.

﹐ an unopened chocolate frog card. i know it's rowena ravenclaw. i'm saving it for when i need her advice

﹐ dried rose petals and cigarette ash from last tuesday's séance.

﹐ bubblegum that explodes. literally.

﹐ a cursed friendship bracelet from a girl i hexed in first year. still cute though.

﹐ three different copies of witch weekly for literary reasons.

﹐ scraps of parchment with half-written poems and full mental breakdowns.

﹐ a pin that says "kiss me i'm fluent in latin."

﹐ a pressed four-leaf clover from the forbidden forest (don't ask).

﹐ a note from from my boyfriend.

﹐ a tiny bronze bell from a slavic shrine, wrapped in satin. never rings unless danger is near.

﹐ one (1) extremely illegal time-turner hidden inside an empty chocolate box.

﹐ my wand (9¾, cedar, unicorn hair, emotionally unstable).

﹐ parchment. quill. inkpot. all monogrammed. all haunted.

﹐ torn page from witch weekly titled "do pureblood girls get to have fun?" (answer: yes, but only if they're armed.)

　˖ ˚ ⋅　charmed cigarette case with . . . two cloves. one sweetroll (half-squashed). a list of the cutest boys in our year, produced by ten girls in the 4th year, later re-produced a couple years after. cigarettes....obviously. a silver heart keychain. a tiny scroll scroll of things i have to not do as head girl.

﹐ ancient-looking ring i stole from my great-aunt.

﹐ homework with sirius black's teeth marks in the corner. yeah, don't ask.

﹐ honeydukes receipt for . . . 1 exploding bonbon, 4 sugar quills, and 13 salted licorice wands (stress eating is a sport).

﹐ half-written essay on the goblin rebellions of 1612 that just says "goblins were right actually."

﹐ lip liners in every shade.

﹐ cracked seashell from a childhood holiday in marseille. sharp. sacred. kissed by selkies, probably.

﹐ antique silver compact mirror from my great-grandmother, hexed to say affirmations and family gossip.

﹐ tiny pair of embroidery scissors shaped like a stork. somehow menacing.

﹐ loose pearls, but not from a necklace, i just collect them.

﹐ stray earring with a snake motif. not mine. no intention of returning it.

﹐ combs. so many combs. why so many combs? you'll never know.

﹐ the marauders map i took from cousin james as he is not to be trusted with it.

﹐ a flask (yes it is alcohol, yes it is needed, yes it is not allowed).

﹐ a bloodstained tarot card. not mine. not recent.

﹐ red ribbon from the last slytherin vs gryffindor match i won. magically preserved in the shape of a middle finger.

　˖ ˚ ⋅　undetectable extension charm containing . . . silk gloves from paris. stolen love potion. backup wand. emergency frogspawn soap. flask of undiluted veritaserum. first edition copy of the inferi's wife annotated in glitter pen. pressed wildflowers from the forbidden forest. allegedly non-toxic. allegedly.

﹐ quill that autocorrects any essay to sound at least three iq points smarter.

﹐ small photograph of me & james at age 7. he's holding a frog. i'm holding a knife. balance.

﹐ scented stationary from an obscure russian stationery house run by veela descendants.

﹐ sugar mouse i never ate. i think it might be sentient now.

﹐ slip of parchment that says "do you believe in fate? circle one: yes / no / maybe" in black ink.

﹐ password list for all the house common rooms. not for sneaking. for diplomacy. obviously.

﹐ folded note from mary that says "if i die during potions, avenge me."

﹐ library ban list (handwritten by madam pince) that i'm definitely not respecting.

﹐ my secret head girl journal. every page booby-trapped with a mild jinx so boys can't read it.

﹐ a secret staircase chart annotated with little hearts where coryo has kissed me / pissed me off.

﹐ list of hexes i know in alphabetical order. "accidental castration" is under "a."

﹐ tiny crystal i stole off dumbledore's desk. no reason. it's just pretty. i think he's onto me.

the way the valentino black denim flower tote bag is my school bag… idc about my shoulder. i must serve

fuck high level physics what the hell was i thinking . What Was I Thinking. the academic failure is so bad i am debating making a dr where everything in my life is the same but i am a god at physics just to have that sweet sweet academic validation. why tf am i learning special relativity in high school. tf is induction. i hate kinetics. what is going on. This is why i shift. Fuck everything

the way i am that girl that sits in the corner of the classroom and has a book in her hand at all times in my better cr. oh to be disgustingly well-read .

( 🎀 💋 🃏 ) for the princess and the frog ask game!!

thank you for the ask!! answering for my 𝑔olden trio dr

        𓊈𓇖𓊉

           🎀     ╱. 𝒫RETTY 𝒫RINCESS . . . who is your best friend? the one person who would kiss a frog just to get you want you've always wanted? who picks you up after you've fallen into a table of beignets?

  i have two people that fit into this category… hermione & ron !! i drop-kicked harry potter out of the narrative for this dr (i love him but… i HAVE to be the main character..), so i get to have his best friends too! jokes aside, we are ride or dies for each other. there has been many times where these two have sacrificed themselves to be a distraction to professors, other students, TROLLS (?????!!!), POACHERS (?!?!??!?!?!?), and many other beings the hogwarts valley has to offer just so that i can continue my exploring and adventuring with nobody bothering me. they also just go along with the crazy shit i come up with because they love me and they like the adventure too, even though they scold me after the adrenaline wears off. we are all attached at the hip. and its not just them that would do anything for me, i would literally go to hell and back, set fire to the earth, do something embarrassing in front of draco malfoy, kill, etc. for them to get what they want. i will literally blood adopt hermione into the tombs family because we want to be sisters. and i will literally marry into ron’s family (ginny) so that we are family. there is a time in 5th year where hermione will tell me about an old lost book that supposedly goes very into detail about for runes can be used to conjure something something about potions . and i’m like, i’ll get that for you babe. and i promptly spend a month or two going out into the hogwarts valley every single night for leads and end up giving her the book as a birthday gift that very year.

basically, we are family, we would do anything and everything for each other: the end.

             💋     ╱. 𝓕ROGGY 𝒦ISSES . . . how has your relationship with your s/o developed? were you reluctant to your feelings at first? did you go from bickering to locking eyes for a little too long? did every one else know expect you two?

  i will be shifting to 4th year for the first time, which means ginny will be in 3rd year. there will be no romance for a BITTT . we have always been friends, because of ron. but we get closer in 5th year after i start teaching DADA to everyone in “dumbledore’s army” (which won’t actually be named that, but i haven’t decided on a name and i don’t plan to). she also finally gets to join the quidditch team that year so yeah. she’s always had a bit of a crush on me, but me returning those feelings start around mid-5th year. its a slow thing, our romance . like we get together almost at the end of 6th year. before that, it is a lot of locking eyes and giggling silently, looking up to stare at her only to find her already staring at you (and blushing like a fool), little acts of favoritism that makes your other friends mildly offended (but they don’t really care). the only one that will really KNOW know that there is something going on is ron, because that is his sister and his best-fried that he considers a sister. he isn’t really against it.

the only thing i’ve scripted about us getting together is that it happens on a night where i’ve taken too long to come back from exploring to the common room. at this point, it is obvious to both of us that we like (love) each other. so ginny waited for me to come back, so that we would have the couch in front of the fire place all to ourselves while we talk. and we confess and kiss and all of that stuff . i didn’t want to script it out because its not a movie its my life haha so that’s all i have about this for now

           🃏     ╱. 𝒪N 𝒯HE 𝒪THER 𝒮IDE . . . have you ever gotten your cards read? gotten your future detailed? was it something you wanted to hear? or something you now dread?

  well, i am a seer, so i guess i know some bits about my future? the thing is, my visions are not really set in stone, just like how the future isn’t. but there are always some similarities within the visions i see for myself. nothing that i dread, fortunately—it is mostly about the treasures i find later on in my career as a curse breaker. i see locations, little words and hints about whatever the treasure is, sometimes me fighting someone (or something) that is keeping me away from the end goal, etc. sometimes i see more domestic stuff: waking to light kisses on my neck, the smell of my tea and ginny’s coffee when we have breakfast, the feeling of a hug from hermione when i come into her office for a visit, a christmas spent with the weasley’s with bill and fleur holding their baby, etc. etc. all stuff that i want to hear and experience, so life is/will be good haha

                  𓊈 THE PRINCESS & THE FROG ask game .ᐟ 𓊉

sometimes i remember that if i'd given up on shifting, i'd never know how they warm they are when they hold me. never know what it feels like to be the wish granted. to be wanted in a room like light. to be seen, beautiful, not just forgiven. to have laughter that isn’t borrowed. to have friends, not people, friends

THE PRINCESS & THE FROG ✶ ASK GAME

౨ৎ shifting ask game inspired by disney's the princess and the frog to explore your desired realities. ( reblog for asks )

﹙🪜﹚ : TIANA'S PLACE . . . what is your big dream? the goal you've spent all your life working towards? why is it your biggest desire? who inspired it?

﹙🎺﹚ : LOVABLE LOUIS . . . who is the dorkiest person you know? someone so naive it's concerning but somehow still part of their charm? where did you meet them? perhaps in a bayou while you were transformed into a frog?

﹙🎀﹚ : PRETTY PRINCESS . . . who is your best friend? the one person who would kiss a frog just to get you want you've always wanted? who picks you up after you've fallen into a table of beignets?

﹙🥄﹚ : GOOD FOOD . . . what connects you to the people around you? is it as simple as a good homemade dinner? maybe a similar hobby? the shared memories?

﹙💋﹚ : FROGGY KISSES . . . how has your relationship with your s/o developed? were you reluctant to your feelings at first? did you go from bickering to locking eyes for a little too long? did every one else know expect you two?

﹙🃏﹚ : ON THE OTHER SIDE . . . have you ever gotten your cards read? gotten your future detailed? was it something you wanted to hear? or something you now dread?

﹙✨﹚ : BRIGHT EVANGELINE . . . who makes your life bright as the northern star? the guiding light in the chaos?

lazy people probably won't want to read it 🙄🙄 HAHSHDA

How to shift: EMBODY YOUR DR SELF!! ☀️

Fuck the five senses

Most of us always focus on the process of shifting, the symptoms, the 5 senses, overanalyze our process and being very critical of ourselves, we try to analyze why we don't shift, giving ourselves excuses and explanations Saying "I didn't do enough", "I should have tried harder" I wish you guys to STOP THAT.

Actually, none of the above matters. The reason you think the methods, meditation, etc matters it's because of your assumptions and beliefs because you didn't get there and you think "you're doing something wrong" and you ARE NOT, leave that mentality behind and stop seeing shifting as a task or obligation, as something with steps that must be followed to the letter.

Stop and get back to BASICS, When you are trying to get to your DR, stop thinking and focus on "I have to get there" just think that YOU ARE THERE, think ABOUT YOU, about your dr self, who are you in your dr? This is why it is very important that you like your dr's self, and not just an "improved 2.0 me, now with ultra-powered engines" because it just makes you feel uncomfortable, and you need to feel comfortable with being your dr self, You must like being yourself, you must know yourself, dive into your brain and connect with your dr self and with who you're there.

And when you connect with who you are there, forget about everything else, forget how many breaths you have to take, what number you are on, or if you visualize enough, just connect with you, with who you are. By connecting with your 5 senses and with the environment, you are not traveling, I mean this is okay but when you're trying to shift, the shift it's in the mindset, not in the around, it happens in your subconscious, it happens when you become that person, you are becoming your dr self not your environment, WHO ARE YOU? Connect with that person. Start with "Who am I?" "What am I doing here?" "What is my name?" Until it becomes a natural flow, connect with your thoughts until it becomes a natural flow. You did it, you've shifted, when you are fully connected to your dr self and you no longer need to think like your dr self thinks, you are there, and nothing else matters, fuck if "your environment tells you otherwise", It doesn't matter what you see, hear or feel anymore, you are in your dr and you are your dr's person. You know that you're there because of your mindset, enjoy that because that is shifting, that is change, YOU HAVE TO CHANGE, this is manifesting, and manifestation happens instantly when you change your mindset.

The process of shifting doesn't have to take a long time, it doesn't have to take years, the only reason it takes you so long is because you see it as homework. Get out of that mindset, connect with yourself, change your mindset, delate everything else, stop making everything so difficult. "I didn't shift last night because-" STOP, there's no reason you haven't shifted. We shift in every decision we make, when you go to bed YOU HAVE ALREADY SHIFTED, but you are not going to accept it and you MUST accept it.

Why you should embody your dr self (good for lazy shifters):

You should try to connect with your dr self instead of using the five senses or connecting with your dr it's because:

1. It's a bit backwards to try to connect with your surroundings instead of yourself. As I said before, you are not shifting to be your environment, you are shifting to be you, to be your dr self. (Although I'm not saying that using all 5 senses is a bad thing, but you shouldn't focus only on that)

2. Embodying your dr self bypasses all the extra shit about you just lying in your bed trying to shift. The moment you connect with your dr's self, you have already shifted, because if you were not in your dr you would not be able to access the thoughts of your dr self. And when you are focused on this, you are no longer focused on the symptoms and that is the best thing that can happen to you because YOU SHOULDN'T FOCUS ON THE SYMPTOMS because it's not a physical process, physical change comes after the change of mentality. Connecting with your dr self's thoughts is much better than memorizing affirmations and meditating, it's more natural, you enjoy it more and it's less tiring.

3. In the case that your physical environment does not end up changing, you end up connecting with your dr self (THAT IS SO IMPORTANT) you alredy had the mindset shift. And many people when they start doing all this, they start having dreams about themselves being their dr self, and having experiences in their dreams being their dr self, and that is SO GOOD (it's literally happening to me) Taking this post into account, I assure you that YOU WILL SEE CHANGES YES OR YES this is a connecting point.

• Please make this post viral, shifters need to know this 🙏🙏

This was a summary of @shaysplanett's 7 and 10 minute videos. We love her (she was really helpful to me)

we are very Did you know there is a tunnel under Ocean Blvd btw.

AND WHAT OF THE LOVERS . . .                  ╱    . hogwarts desired reality

𓊈 𓇚 𓊉

I. TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE

A curious little thing, Tom Riddle was the day he was born━his eyes, which had just blinked open, had latched its vision onto his mothers hand, and his tiny fingers and his tiny arm had reached up to touch, to see, to learn the love of his mother. This Tom Riddle is borne out of love, and is raised being loved. It makes all the difference. And yet━he is still fascinated by death. Still, he wishes to know of a way to evade it. Still, it makes his skin crawl.

So, he will find a way. Tom Riddle comes to Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry, with one goal. Learn enough and beyond to create a path for immortality. A little obsession for a curious little thing.

II. JUDITH WARD

One thing Judy Ward has always possessed is a curious mind. It is a family trait that gives way to another family trait━obsession with ones passion. She has been reading and observing and asking since she was shorter than her mothers office desk. Inquisitive child she was, and curious girl she is━she has latched onto the past and the field of history. Why did it happen? Who did it happen to? Why is it important? How did it change things? Can the effects be seen even now? How did the people live? How were they similar to us? How have we changed from them? What can she learn from them?

But reading about it isn’t enough. It does not satiate her. She needs to live it, to be the primary source, she has to see it, experience it, understand it wholly━so she will. And thus comes the single-minded ambition on traversing through time itself. Maybe figuring out independent time travel will satiate the need for innovation and exploration for this curious mind.

III. PARTNERS IN CRIME

Though surprisingly, not many crimes will be committed in this partnership. You see, these two bring out the best in each other. Albeit these two are intense personalities, their intensity seems to dwindle rather than sharpen—they soften each others jagged corners, ease the tension in their eyes. Suppose its what happens when kindred spirits meet. He knows how to stop her impulsiveness and she knows how to ease his franticness.

Tom knew from the moment he saw her in the restricted section in their first year, saw her focused, widened eyes, the way she would whisper to herself that sounded more like hissing from the outside, and the book she had picked (Advanced transfiguration, Volume III: Threads of reality by Serafina Nott), and knew that she was like him. That she had that purpose to learn, to know, to understand whatever idea her young mind had found most interesting. He needed that singular seven second long insight into the way eleven-year-old Judith Ward chose to spend her afternoon to know that he wanted to be the one. The someone that wouldn’t find him odd, that would maybe talk with him about something other than that stupid quidditch game, or the fucking weather, that he could exist with.

He got what he wanted. Judith Ward had others be friendly enough with her, but she never really got them. She never really got how they could be ambition-less (though when she looks back, she realizes that she and Tom were the only eleven-year-olds that had lifelong ambitions). She never really got why they didn’t scurry to the library to get their hands on whatever new book Madam Moon had brought in. Tom Riddle was a blessing. She latched onto him like she latched onto history━and Tom let her roots grow around him, let her plant him into her little garden of life, let her have him for the rest of their lives.

From that moment onwards, they have never walked alone. The curious little thing and the little historian, partners in crime and life.

𓊈 𓆈 𓊉

 yeah. i don’t know if ANY of this makes sense. but we are soulmates and everything is great haha.

AND WHAT OF THE LOVERS . . .                  ╱    . hogwarts desired reality

𓊈 𓇚 𓊉

I. TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE

A curious little thing, Tom Riddle was the day he was born━his eyes, which had just blinked open, had latched its vision onto his mothers hand, and his tiny fingers and his tiny arm had reached up to touch, to see, to learn the love of his mother. This Tom Riddle is borne out of love, and is raised being loved. It makes all the difference. And yet━he is still fascinated by death. Still, he wishes to know of a way to evade it. Still, it makes his skin crawl.

So, he will find a way. Tom Riddle comes to Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry, with one goal. Learn enough and beyond to create a path for immortality. A little obsession for a curious little thing.

II. JUDITH WARD

One thing Judy Ward has always possessed is a curious mind. It is a family trait that gives way to another family trait━obsession with ones passion. She has been reading and observing and asking since she was shorter than her mothers office desk. Inquisitive child she was, and curious girl she is━she has latched onto the past and the field of history. Why did it happen? Who did it happen to? Why is it important? How did it change things? Can the effects be seen even now? How did the people live? How were they similar to us? How have we changed from them? What can she learn from them?

But reading about it isn’t enough. It does not satiate her. She needs to live it, to be the primary source, she has to see it, experience it, understand it wholly━so she will. And thus comes the single-minded ambition on traversing through time itself. Maybe figuring out independent time travel will satiate the need for innovation and exploration for this curious mind.

III. PARTNERS IN CRIME

Though surprisingly, not many crimes will be committed in this partnership. You see, these two bring out the best in each other. Albeit these two are intense personalities, their intensity seems to dwindle rather than sharpen—they soften each others jagged corners, ease the tension in their eyes. Suppose its what happens when kindred spirits meet. He knows how to stop her impulsiveness and she knows how to ease his franticness.

Tom knew from the moment he saw her in the restricted section in their first year, saw her focused, widened eyes, the way she would whisper to herself that sounded more like hissing from the outside, and the book she had picked (Advanced transfiguration, Volume III: Threads of reality by Serafina Nott), and knew that she was like him. That she had that purpose to learn, to know, to understand whatever idea her young mind had found most interesting. He needed that singular seven second long insight into the way eleven-year-old Judith Ward chose to spend her afternoon to know that he wanted to be the one. The someone that wouldn’t find him odd, that would maybe talk with him about something other than that stupid quidditch game, or the fucking weather, that he could exist with.

He got what he wanted. Judith Ward had others be friendly enough with her, but she never really got them. She never really got how they could be ambition-less (though when she looks back, she realizes that she and Tom were the only eleven-year-olds that had lifelong ambitions). She never really got why they didn’t scurry to the library to get their hands on whatever new book Madam Moon had brought in. Tom Riddle was a blessing. She latched onto him like she latched onto history━and Tom let her roots grow around him, let her plant him into her little garden of life, let her have him for the rest of their lives.

From that moment onwards, they have never walked alone. The curious little thing and the little historian, partners in crime and life.

𓊈 𓆈 𓊉

 yeah. i don’t know if ANY of this makes sense. but we are soulmates and everything is great haha.

I can't believe I'm literally using food as motivation to shift, but...

I MEAN- LOOK AT THIS!

i’ve made exactly two posts about the ambitious careers i want to have in my hp drs, but there are times where i also want to live an ambition-less, quiet life where i just exist. maybe work part-time in my dr mothers cafe or something. only read, watch films, take long walks, go on spontaneous trips, etc. live in a small town and have an almost romcom-but-also-sitcom life. the days are monotonous but my mother is funny as hell and the vast internet is for me to find entertainment in. sometimes a dr doesn’t have to be all action packed .

　　　how to banish resistance effectively , resistance is not some grand cosmic force, sadly, it’s a habit. so stop. here’s how.

you are not your thoughts. they are not a mirror, not a diagnosis, not proof of failure. they’re just noise. when your brain spits out, 'this isn’t working,' don’t argue, don’t spiral, don’t even take it seriously. let it sit there. watch it fade. because it will. so stop identifying with intrusive thoughts. 

resistance only survives if you start negotiating with it. the second you start dissecting a doubt, you’re trapped in its logic. don’t play along. when you get a thought like 'what if this isn’t working?,' just let it sit there unanswered, like an awkward question in a conversation you’ve already checked out of. give it nothing to work with.

resistance is only as powerful as the attention you give it. redirect your thoughts. immediately. to anything. every time doubt creeps in, think of something else. return to your assumption, your end goal, your desired reality. do it without hesitation. "but what if. ." no. "but i don’t feel. . .," don’t let resistance become the main thing. replace it, move on.

people act like doubt means something. it doesn’t. it’s just a feeling. a chemical reaction in your brain that passes, like hunger, like tiredness, like any other mood. let it exist without letting it define anything. don’t resist it, don’t analyse it. just let it float by like a passing car outside your window. not your car, not your problem. make peace with discomfort. 

assume your power. resistance is a relic of a mindset that no longer serves you. you don’t have to fight it, you don’t have to fix it. you just have to stop believing in it. act like someone who already has what they want, and let resistance dissolve into irrelevance. it was never real to begin with.

stop treating resistance like an enemy to be defeated. it’s not a force, it’s a habit. and habits break the moment you stop giving them power.

I just think it's funny how fucking overpowered Shanks is

Like he lost his dominant arm at 27 years old

I don't even need to get into the chronic pain that comes with losing a limb, or the balancing problems, especially on a surface that's constantly moving or tilting (ship), especially for doing something physically demanding like fighting

He was already on par with the world's greatest swordsman at the time, and then he lost his arm, and then in less than 10 years he not only learned to use his non dominant hand for everything, he got good enough at it to be so strong and such a threat that he was named an Emperor of the Sea along with three other monsters who: a) all had devil's fruits; b) were all much more experienced; c) were all former members of the Rocks Pirates, a group so strong it took Garp AND Roger working together to take them down; and most importantly d) they didn't have the setback of losing an arm and having to train to fight all over again (assuming he wasn't ambidextrous, and even then considering he still wears his sword on his right side, despite that probably making it a bitch to draw quickly, it seems obvious he at least prefered his left hand).

He's also the only one of the original four Emperors left after all the chaos the Worst Generation brought to the New World.

No wonder Buggy has the king of all inferiority complexes, imagine growing up next to that

I just found out that I can script that it is totally normal not to wear a bra in any context and that motivated me so freaking much 'cause I'm gonna be so comfortable...

𓊈 𓇚 𓊉 . my waiting room, if you even care . . .

&&.

I SHIFTED

I DON’T ACTUALLY BELIEVE THIS

IT WAS SMALL (LIKE TWO MINUTES) AND I WASNT REALLY DOING ANYTHING I WAS JUST LAYING IN BED AND TRYING TO FALL ASLEEP AND WHEN I WOKE UP I HEARD SOMEONE CALL OUT MY DR NAME AND IT SOUNDED LIKE A GIRL IDK (WHICH MAKES SENSE BASED ON WHERE I WAKE UP AFTRER SHIFTING) SO I WAS LIKE TRYING TO CALM DOWN BUT THEN I LIKE WOKE UP IN MY OR/CR

PROGRESSSSSSSS! <33

thinking about my other hogwarts dr (i have a lot of them. 🙂‍↕️) where i will spend the majority of my time in hogwarts and my 20s researching and experimenting different ways of time travel, simply to satiate my curiosities. i will be a historian for my own sake and i will not publish any of my findings (i probably would be put into azkaban, as time travel is against the law).

i want to be the person that figures out how to time travel with no additional accessories (e.g. a time turner). i want to know how the ancient egyptians/greeks/romans/chinese/turks did their magic. how did it tie into their religious beliefs? was there a muggle/witch separation (i assume the statue of secrecy is only for the UK)? what was the norm, did they categorize kinds of magic (light/dark etc.)? what was disallowed (like how blood magic is taboo in europe’s wizarding world)? did they strictly use wandless magic? did they have other means of channeling magic (artwork, dancing, singing, music, poetry/literature, etc.)? did they cast spells or was it less structured? did they have incantations or was it pure feeling?

i could script all of this just to have an idea, but i really want to just learn for myself idk. like there is learning from secondary sources and there is being the primary source yourself. idk the idea of being a time traveling witch . its so cool. I’M so cool. Wow

Suzanne Segal, Collision with the Infinite

Shifting is guaranteed. I know you hear a lot of people say this, but it truly is. Nothing can stop you from shifting, not even death. The moment you found shifting and decided you want to do it, you already did. There's no hurry, no rush, you just have to wait for it to be reflected into the 3d. And it's 100% sure that it will, so sit back, get yourself a drink (coffee) and watch it come to you!

hi hi hi!! because there is a distinct LACK of op shifters, could you tell us a little bit about your dr? i need something to geek out over i fear

hi hiii! i have more than one op dr, because the one piece world is very vast and also i have many ideas. the dr that i wrote about in my “zoro perspective” post is NOT going to be the dr i write about now because it is still very much bare bones and like.. i am very uncertain about it all the time lol. so i’ll go with the safer option.

    ⅋.   ⑅     ₊  𓂃   my pirate witch desired reality  .  .  .ᐟ

in this op dr, everything important starts the day of gol d. roger’s execution (because of course it does). i, an 18 year old ex-celestial dragon, attend the execution, and when i’m going back to my dinghy boat (that i stole from marines because Fuck Them), a 16 year old Shanks—who for some reason found me interesting—is like. hey can you give me a lift. i need to get tf outta here. and he’s like. devastated. little guy sounds so fucking sad. so i’m like. yeah sure.

and so we set off sailing. and i am a funny funny woman who manages to cheer up this budding alcoholic, so he really takes a liking to me. we arrive at a lowkey island nearby loguetown to eat and the owner and staff of the restaurant we eat in can’t keep their mouths shut and keep insulting roger, so we leave without paying (because only pirates don’t pay) and run away to my little boat after the owner chases after us. giggling and shit. and on a sunny day, three days after we’ve met, shanks is like. i want to form my own pirate crew. wanna join? and i say HELL YES . boom the red hair pirates are born.

and shanks is chill. he’s in no rush, despite just losing his only damn father figure, and the crew that raised him, and all that tragic shit. so we just keep sailing around the east blue, dine and dashing, wearing stupid hawaiian shirts, getting drunk at bars, yada yada yada. one day i ask shanks what purpose i will serve in his pirate crew when he recruits more people and he tells me that most pirates are ugly as shit because they don’t take care of themselves but that he believes i could never be ugly and that i will be the pretty face to look at (OK ??????? OKAYYYYY????? WHATTT?????(acting like i didn’t script this).

jokes aside, i know navigation, i worked as a seamstress for over a decade, and i WILL be a witch (and the strongest pirate on the seas, but don’t tell people that or they’ll try to fight me to take the title). so like. i have a place, always. i am NOT the first mate, because i could never that away from benn beckman, so i’m . the jack of all trades. the ace card (haha ace).

now. about the witch stuff. this is very much NOT op canon, and i could not care less. its a dr. i can do whatever i want. Haki is NOT magic. Haki is a mysterious power that allows individuals to harness their own spiritual energy, right? So about 2-3 years into the crews formation, i realize that i uh. do not possess the ability to do haki stuff. my spiritual energy does not respond. and i’m like tf? i though this was for everyone? turns out i’m a freak of nature. you see, to do magic in this reality, one must give up their haki. its a whole process. the whole logic is that, magic is inherently overpowered. you think conquerors haki is dangerous? try facing a fucking witch in this reality. luckily for non-witch people, giving up your haki also means you’re gonna go fucking crazy in half a decade after. full on. no sanity left. unfortunately for witches, haki is the only healthy way in which a person can channel their spiritual energy. magic is more powerful, sure, but it erodes your insides, burns you up, eats your brain—it acts weirdly as a parasite. you are condemned to a life of insanity and suffering, and your whole body is working against you. still, these witches live. still, they could take on a couple supernova pirate crews at once and get out alive, but they are unstable and do more damage to themselves, really. its the one piece gods’ way of saying “don’t ask more than what you can handle”.

but i’m not like that. as i said, i am a freak of nature (and more on it later). i never got the chance to give up my haki. i was born without the ability. i don’t have a haki presence, aura, whatever tf, and it really freaks out people when they can’t pick me out with their observation haki lololol. the thing with magic is that, if you have supreme control over your body—every muscle, vein, pump of blood, every neuron in your brain, your genes, your inner organs, everything—you can get away with magic. it cannot corrupt you, because you are its superior. power of yourself is power over the world. and i, resident freak of nature, am capable of this (if you’ve read dune, or watched it, this is very much inspired by the bene gesserit). so i can use magic to channel my spiritual energy. and i’m powerful asf!!! yay!!!!! (did any of this bit make sense???? i really hope it did haha)

moving on from all of this. my s/o is shanks. if you didn’t see this coming, idk what to tell you. the man is gorgeous and lovely and i love him very much. i haven’t scripted when we’ll become a thing because i will literally shift to the day after he asks me to join the crew and i just want it to happen organically without spoiling myself. and when we eventually make it to foosha village, we will adopt tf outta luffy i swear to god. THAT BOYYYY IS MY SON!!!!. we will be a married couple with a kid we left in a village on the other side of the world (just realized how shit this sounds omg)

so far i’ve only thought of my dynamic with shanks so ig i’ll say more about that too. me and shanks are (not actually) dumb and dumber. i will enable this man so much its the reason why benn goes grey at age 40. idk i just like the idea of doing stupid shit with this man. especially when we’re young like… its chaos galore. also we will be THE power couple. we are so sexy. anyway

                                                           𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

i feel like i rambled a lot but didn’t actually say much. i didn’t exactly detail my backstory because that is territory i have not yet ventures into (i am too lazy to script), and there isn’t much “plot” for this dr because shanks literally is the chillest mf like . we visit a whole lotta places ig????? idk i’m just along for the ride in this dr ahha so not much to say there either.

hope this was still satisfactory though. if you took time out of your day to read this, thank you thank youuu!!

The End of a Dream    -    Giuseppe Pennasilico , c.1908

Italian, 1861-1940

Oil on canvas, 99.5 x 145.4 cm

how i imagine my bar to look like in my futuristic “cyberpunk” dr that i have dubbed my “zero” dr. no clue why that was the name i chose, i thought it was cool. i guess.

Bar 'FAKE' - Motomachi-dori Chuo-Ku Kobe, Japan (1997)

Designed by Tsuyoshi Mendori

Scanned from 'Shop Design Series - Design Elements 2: in Bars and Restaurants' (2001)