ꨄ OUT WITH ALL THIS DRAMA ꨄ

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).

౨ৎ this isn’t a method (well, sorta). no steps, no trying, no reaching. it’s a glitch. a realisation. a quiet little crack in the mirror. it did make *me* shift !!!

there was never a door to open. never a distance to cross. you were never locked out. just lost in a dream, trying to wake up when you were already awake.

people talk about shifting like it’s a journey, a climb, a thing to chase. but what if it was always just a memory?? something lodged in the back of your mind, waiting for you to remember it? like a word on the tip of your tongue. like déjà vu.

you were already there. you just forgot.

i , lie or sit still. don’t try. don’t force. just let yourself exist, soft and untethered. feel your body like it’s not yours. just a borrowed costume, a dress-up game you forgot you were playing. limbs are foreign. the weight is someone else’s problem.

ii , ask yourself. " WHAT IF I ALREADY SHIFTED AND I JUST...FORGOT? " not “what if i go there,” not “what if i shift.” but what if i was always there? what if i just... blanked out for a sec?

iii , your brain will (probably) panic. it’ll start grasping at straws, trying to prove you’re still here. trying to reattach you to the illusion. let it fumble. let it glitch. just keep thinking :

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

it’s not a theory. not a wish. just a fact you misplaced somewhere along the way.

iv , the mind collapses on itself. how do you know you aren’t already in your dr? how do you prove this isn’t the dream? the body stops feeling like yours. the world gets flimsy at the edges. and then? the illusion shatters.

v , you remember. not enter. not “get there.” just....remember. your dr? you were in it before you even asked. shifting? you never had to try. it was always just a breath away. you were never locked out. you just forgot the door was already open.

vi , you're there. like the ending of a lucid dream where you suddenly know without needing proof. and that’s it. you're there. you always were.

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the anti-method works for getting into the void as well, as it bypasses the idea of getting there entirely. instead of treating the void as a destination you have to reach, it flips the perspective :

you’re already in the void. you just forgot.

the void isn’t something you enter. it’s something you remember. it’s the default state, the space beneath everything else. but your mind, in its little desperate need to cling to reality, convinced you that you’re somewhere else. that you’re here instead of there. this method forces your brain into a logical spiral . . .

◞ how do i know i’m not already in the void? ◞ how do i prove this isn’t the dream? ◞ what if i just… forgot?

and because your brain can’t disprove it, the illusion starts to crack. your body stops feeling real. the world starts to feel dreamlike. the physical self detaches, and, poof, there you are. or rather, there you always were.

it works because it messes with the fabric of perception. if you stop believing in the difference between “here” and “there,” what’s left???? just being. just existing. and in that moment of realisation, the illusion of reality collapses. and you remember the void like an old childhood memory suddenly rushing back.

once you're in the void, once the realisation fully sinks in and the illusion crumbles, you're just there. infinite. detached. pure awareness. it’s like waking up from a dream, but instead of waking into your bedroom, you wake into nothingness. and then? well, you decide.

◞ if you want to affirm, affirm. ◞ if you want to shift, set your intention and let yourself go. ◞ if you want to just exist in the void, soak in the weightless, limitless nothingness.

there’s no next step because the void doesn’t require doing. it’s the ultimate being. you can shape it, or you can let it hold you. either way, you’re already exactly where you need to be.

what happens after? whatever you want. that’s the whole point.

౨ৎ and that is it. no trying, no reaching, just a little oh. moment. a déjà vu in the back of your mind. go play in the dreamscape. you were never here anyway.

you definitely don't require this method, or any method at all to either shift *or* get to the void, but method can be fun ! you can definitely try this one out if you wish.

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۶ৎ THINGS TO SCRIPT: RANDOM EDITION ˙⋆.˚

PHYSICAL ENHANCEMENT & INVULNERABILITY:

Your hair never gets greasy, tangled, or frizzy unless desired.

You never feel cold or hot unless you want to.

Your nails grow at the perfect speed and never break unless you want them to.

You always smell good, no matter what.

You never get sick, no matter what virus or disease is going around.

Your teeth are always perfect—never crooked, never get cavities, and always white.

You never feel pain unless you want to.

Your stamina is infinite—you never get tired from running, training, or physical activity.

Your reflexes are insanely fast, letting you dodge anything easily.

You never get headaches, stomachaches, or any random body pains.

Your hair and eyebrows always grow in perfectly, so you never have to shave/pluck unless you want to.

You never get acne, redness, or skin irritation.

You can breathe perfectly in any environment (underwater, high altitudes, space, etc.).

Your makeup (if you wear it) is always flawless and never smudges unless you want it to.

Your hair is always the perfect length and never grows too fast or too slow.

Your eyelashes are naturally long, full, and never fall out.

You never get sunburned, no matter how long you stay in the sun.

You don’t need to shower or use hygiene products to stay clean unless you want to.

Your posture is always perfect, and you never get sore from sitting or standing for too long. You never sweat unless you want to.

You never get cramps of any kind.

You can hold your breath for as long as you want without discomfort.

Your body is immune to alcohol and drugs unless you choose otherwise.

Your joints and muscles never ache, even after intense physical activity.

You never have allergic reactions to anything unless you want to. Your metabolism is perfectly balanced—you never gain or lose weight unless you want to.

You never get cold sores, chapped lips, or dry skin.

You never get out of breath from running or exerting yourself.

You can instantly adjust your body temperature to feel comfortable in any environment.

Your voice never cracks or sounds shaky, even if you’re nervous.

SOCIAL AND MENTAL PERKS:

You are a naturally fast reader and can absorb information instantly.

You always know when someone is lying to you.

You can understand and read any handwriting, no matter how messy it is.

You can make anyone laugh effortlessly.

You always have the perfect music playing in your environment when you need it.

You can make your voice sound like any singer’s and sing perfectly in tune.

You can inspire or motivate anyone effortlessly.

You always know how to solve problems quickly and effectively.

You never get nervous or anxious in social situations.

You can understand any subject instantly, even the most complex ones.

Your instincts are always right, and you can trust them without hesitation.

You can access any memory in perfect detail whenever you want.

You can pick up any accent and speak fluently without practice. People always take your advice seriously and follow it.

You always win games of chance if you want to.

You always know the perfect thing to say in every situation.

You can learn any skill instantly and master it in no time.

You can read and understand any language just by looking at it once.

You always have the best comebacks in arguments.

You naturally give off a presence that makes people respect you.

You are effortlessly charismatic and likable.

Your handwriting is always neat and beautiful, no matter how fast you write.

You never forget anything important—you have perfect memory recall.

Your voice is always smooth, clear, and exactly how you want it to sound.

You always wake up feeling refreshed and energized, no matter how much sleep you got.

You always find lost items easily.

You can sense people’s true intentions instantly.

EVERYDAY LIFE PERKS:

Your clothes are always the perfect temperature—never too hot or too cold.

Your shoelaces never come untied unless you want them to.

You never misplace important items like your phone, wallet, or keys.

You never spill drinks or drop food accidentally.

Your alarm clock always wakes you up at the perfect time, so you never feel groggy.

You never have to deal with traffic or slow drivers.

You always get good grades or evaluations without struggling.

You never experience awkward moments unless you want to.

You never feel rushed or overwhelmed, even when you have a lot to do.

You can always find the perfect gifts for people effortlessly.

You always get the best deals when shopping.

Your favorite products never get discontinued.

Elevators, buses, and trains always arrive exactly when you need them.

Your luggage or packages never get lost or delayed.

You never run out of things at inconvenient times (like toilet paper, soap, or toothpaste).

Your clothes always fit perfectly and never get dirty or wrinkled.

Any food you eat is always the perfect temperature and tastes amazing.

You never stub your toe or accidentally bite your cheek/tongue.

Bugs never bother you (no mosquito bites, no flies buzzing around, etc.).

You never lose things like keys, phones, or wallets.

You can perfectly parallel park or drive any vehicle with ease.

Technology never glitches or lags for you.

Your phone battery never dies unless you want it to.

You always find money on the ground or in random places.

You can always get front-row seats or the best spots at events.

Your favorite songs always play when you want them to.

You can summon any object you need at any time.

Time slows down when you’re having fun, so you never feel like good moments pass too quickly.

SUPERNATURAL & FUN ABILITIES:

You can rewind time for yourself without affecting others.

You can manifest any outfit or accessory instantly.

You can walk through crowds without ever bumping into anyone.

You can change your eye color or hair color at will.

You can see perfectly in the dark like a cat.

You can phase through solid objects whenever you want.

You can snap your fingers to instantly organize and clean your space.

You can control gravity to float or walk on walls.

You can summon food and drinks out of thin air.

You can pause conversations and think for as long as you want before responding.

You can instantly locate anyone you need to find.

You can enter and control your own dreams whenever you sleep.

You can absorb knowledge from books just by touching them.

You can create illusions that only specific people can see.

You can slow down time during important or fun moments so they last longer.

You can heal other people just by touching them.

You can change the weather instantly to match your mood or needs.

You can make yourself completely silent—no footsteps, no breathing sounds, no movement noise.

You can teleport to your favorite fictional world and return whenever you want.

You can teleport anywhere instantly.

You can stop, rewind, or fast-forward time.

You can turn invisible at will.

You can shapeshift into any form, including animals.

You can fly effortlessly.

You can control the elements (fire, water, air, earth).

You can understand and talk to animals.

You can create portals to other dimensions or realities.

You can walk through walls or solid objects.

You can summon any fictional character into your reality.

You can communicate through telepathy with anyone you choose.

You can bring objects from dreams or imagination into real life.

You can erase awkward or embarrassing moments from people’s memories.

Didn’t know this was a thing but this community is in fact very vast so I just wanna put this out there

Nazis are not welcome on my blog

STOP SCROLLING ON TUMBLR FOR SHIFTING ADVICE. YOU ALREADY KNOW ENOUGH. GO SHIFT

excuse me...terf shifters? terf shifters have COMMUNITY? WTF

if you're in shiftblr and a terf, block me now. I don't want to see you on my dash again.

i need him in my life so fucking bad god please

got your heart in a headlock

aka soft secrets and domestic moments with jason todd

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jason grew up in fire. all that he is and all he that knows is cigarette smoke and uncaged adrenaline. he never used to pretend to be something different, he knew what he was and he lived with that burden like he did any other. in the past, he never lied to himself, or let himself believe that maybe, just maybe, he could be something else.

something good.

enter you, you who is good and whole and endlessly kind. you with lips full of sugar, arms full of warmth, and eyes full of love. you, who was made with starlight and wonder, who never looked at him like he was a bad dog, like you were capable of being bit. you, who is light and closeness and understanding. who loves him so deeply in a way he doesn’t deserve to be loved.

so when he comes home from his world of ash and blood, he becomes someone who wears your vanilla shampoo, just because he likes to smell like you. he becomes someone who has the time to watch cheesy romcoms and lengthy youtube videos, just because he gets to hold you in his arms. he becomes someone who sleeps in a bed with eight pillows and dozens of stuffed animals, because he can listen to your soft snores all night long. in your home (which you insist is his too), he is not made of jagged, broken edges, he is not unloveable, he is not a violent dog.

he starts to believe that your love could make him something beyond bloody knuckles and restless nights.

he’s your jason, and he thinks that’s all he wants to be. even if he’s not good at showing you how much he cares. even if he has trouble accepting that your kindness and goodness don’t come with ulterior motives or strings attached. even if he can’t be the guy he thinks you deserve, he still loves being your jason. it’s his duty more than his role, he lives to see you smile, to hold you in his arms on rough nights, to kiss you senseless. because you’ve given him a strange sort of hope that makes him believe he can be more than he is.

normally, you’re not able to sneak out of bed without waking him up. vigilantes senses and whatnot make him an infuriatingly light sleeper, but today was one of those rare mornings you managed to slip from his iron grasp and get up to pee without disturbing your sleeping beauty.

you take a second to watch him, smiling softly as his chest falls rhythmically while he breathes. you don’t often get to see him so peaceful, where his body isn’t tense with the weight of the world, his eyes don’t have that worried glare. you like that, at least in his moments of unconsciousness, he doesn’t feel so unfathomably stressed when he’s with you.

you gently close the bedroom door, making sure you’re quiet enough to not let your boyfriend continue to rest. once you hear the satisfying click of the door, you move to the kitchen, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

you turn on some soft music, ensuring that the volume is low enough as not to disturb jason’s sleep, as you work, pulling the ingredients from your pantry, preheating the oven. you crack three eggs into a small bowl, humming to yourself as you go through the motions. you don’t notice jason until he slips his arms around your waist, pulling a yelp from your throat.

he breathes you in, carefully smushing his nose into your hair. he’s so warm you think, you want to live a life in those arms, big and protective and a wonderful source of heat. “tell me i didn’t wake you up.” you wince, leaning back into his chest, looking up at him. he shakes his head, yawning.

“you didn’t, ma.” he says, sleep plaguing is voice. his obvious exhaustion not stopping him from smiling down at you. “what’re’ya making?” a twinge of an accent bleeds into his voice, the jersey he doesn’t care to hide so early in the morning, a part of him you revel in getting to hear.

you smile back, looking back down and continuing your work with the ingredients in front of you. “i’m baking a pie for mrs. lewitski downstairs.” you explain. “her cat just died.” you say, a small pout pushing at your lips.

jason shakes his head, frowning softly. “poor lady. can i help?” he asks, his voice twinging with empathy. he wonders if, before he met you, he would care about such a thing. if he would be the sort of person to sympathize with something as small as a cat funeral without your guiding hand.

you know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, he would.

you nod, pointing at a cutting board and a pile of granny smiths. “cut the apples.”

he nods, pressing a kiss against the tippy-top of your head before he pulls away, a goodbye that feels like torture. “yes ma’am.” he says, carefully taking a knife out of the knife block before heading over to his station.

neither of you talk, lost in the comfort of each other’s company. jason peels and cuts the apples with expert precision, you form the dough for the crust. it’s quiet little moments like these that make up a life together.

“jay?” you ask, after giving up on rolling out the particularly tough dough. “could you give me a hand?”

he looks up from the apples, of which he’s already almost finished (damn those vigilante skills), and gives you a nod. he sets down the knife, coming up behind you, pressing himself against your back.

“of course, baby.” he whispers into your ear, his teeth lightly sinking into your cartilage, just enough to make you shiver. he gently places his arms over yours, holding his calloused hands atop yours. he moves the rolling pin slowly back and forth, putting his strength into the dough.

he pushes dough slowly, his breath hot against your neck. “like this?” he asks, once the dough gets thin enough. again, you shiver, his voice sending little waves through your spine.

“little thinner.” you say, leaning back into him.

“little thinner.” he hums, his voice a low mumble in your ear.

jason todd grew up in fire, he was born in it. but that fire makes him emit a pleasant warmth that you can’t live without. it makes his touch burn against your skin, sending electric shots through your body. it makes him the only person you’ve ever wanted to come home too, the only person you’ve ever been capable of loving, the only person you could ever love. his warmth was made for you, a cocoon of his fire you can only pray surrounds you for as long as you live.

he continues rolling, until he gets the crust rolled just right. truthfully, you extended the moment a little more than necessary, lightly instructing just a bit more, oh wait, can you make it thicker? to allow yourself to bask in the fire a second longer. you can feel a knowing smile pressing into your head, noting how he does move ever-so-slightly slower in service to you.

once he’s done, he pulls away, his hand trailing against your waist, lingering in the small of your back for a second longer than he likely should. he goes back to chopping the apples, humming with a small smile on his face. you too continue your task, making a sugar mixture to pour over the cubed granny smiths.

eventually, you both finish, and he helps you pour the apple-brown-sugar mixture into the dough-lined pie tins he helped you make. his hands are surprisingly gentle with the pasty. you didn’t realize that he was scared of ruining something as delicate and beautiful as something your hands were benevolent enough to create. but he would do whatever you asked, even if he was unsure why you would want his help. he doesn’t create, he destroys.

“can you press a fork against the edges, like this?” you ask, demonstrating how he could press both ends of the pies together. he simply nods, his fingers brushing against yours as he carefully took the silver from your hands. “i’ll check the oven.”

you pull back and open the oven, sticking your hand into the scorching air to test its temperature, earning a small frown from jason. you quickly close the door and turn back to him, moving across the kitchen. your hands slide around his waist, meeting just below his belly button. you lean up, pressing your head into the back of his neck, planting a small kiss against his spine.

“you’re good at that.” you say, watching as he works.

“yeah?” he mumbles, a soft smile on his face. he doesn’t quite believe he’s doing less harm than good, but he likes the reward he’s getting for it.

“i should make you my official pie-presser.” you respond, placing another kiss against his neck.

“i’d be honored.”

“you should be.”

“you’re making it a bit hard for me to focus, ma.” he says, shivering as you kiss him again and again, making sure to breath him in.

you smile against his skin. “i only need you to focus until we put these in the oven.” you mumble seductively, breathing hot air into his ear.

he pauses, stiff and still for an entire moment, before his shoulders drop and he returns to work like a man possessed. you squeeze yourself into him, breathing in his scent- a mix of irish spring and leather.

he only moves to put the pies in the oven, giving your arm a squeeze before he pulls away. “how long?” he asks, his fingers brushing over the keypad on the oven timer.

“twenty-five minutes.” you say, leaning back against the countertop. he presses the buttons carefully, before making his way back to you.

he smiles, not just with his mouth, but with those piercing blue eyes you can’t seem to tear yourself away from. his hair, messy from sleep, falls a bit in his face and, well, it’s your job to push it back. once he gets close enough to dip his head down, your hands are all over him, one against his forehead, smoothing his hair, and the other trailing down his arm.

“you’re my favorite helper.” you say, as he leans closer, a grin forming from the smile that had such a hold on his lips.

without warning, his hands slip on the bottoms of your thighs, and he hoists you up on the counter, eliciting a yelp from you.

“jay!” you exclaim, giggling. you spread your legs just enough to make room for him, letting him lean in, placing your arms against his shoulders. he’s wearing a shit-eating grin, but looking up at you with stars in his eyes.

“you didn’t think all that help was for free, did you?” he says, moving closer, his lips a breath away from yours. you playfully roll your eyes, but you can’t suppress the smile on your face, or the red that dusts your cheeks.

“and what exactly do i owe you?” you ask, raising a brow.

he leans in closer, his lips taking yours. for a moment, all you are is jason, all you can and ever want to be is a person that he loves. his lips crash against yours, in a perfectly soft rhythm that you two have learned to follow with each other. passion isn’t a word intense enough to describe a kiss like this, especially when compared to the loveless kisses you’ve given your past partners.

this is love.

neither of you want to pull away, but you do. something so good means eventually you’ll have to come up for air.

“y’know, we’ve got—“ jason pulls his head back, checking the oven timer. “—twenty minutes and fifty three seconds before you have to take out the pies.” he points out, his eyes darting back to yours with a mischievous sort of grin. “why not make the most of them.”

you giggle a little bit, like he’s not your jason and you haven’t been in love with him all this time. it’s ridiculous your boyfriend of a year has such an effect on you still, but here you are, a blushing mess of a woman, infatuated with the man in front of you.

“and how would you suppose we do that?” you ask, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

his grin spreads across his face, and before you can think to do more than flash your dopey smile, he pulls his hands under your ass and picks you up, holding you against him.

you yelp again, giggling as he pulls you closer. your legs wrap around his waist, and your arms meet at his middle back. he smiles up at you, pressing a chaste kiss against your smile, before moving you towards the bedroom, sucking a soft kiss against your neck.

the secret you keep from jason, only because you know he wouldn’t believe you if you dared confess it, is that he is inherently good. yes, he was forged in fire, tossed around by a universe with little care for his happiness or his safety. you’re not sure how he hasn’t realized that that’s what makes him a good man, a man who cares about cat funerals and revels in making you feel warm and loved. you know that he credits you with his goodness, that you’re the reason he loves and deserves to be love, and if he needs you to be that reason, you’ll do it proudly. but jason is good beyond you, a man with unwavering character. that’s why you love him so.

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alright, let's have a little intervention. a public service announcement. an exorcism of the word "attempting."

might rock some reality boats, so grab a life vest or a martini.....whatever makes you feel more secure. we need to abolish, no, incinerate, the concept of "trying" to shift. the idea that you are "attempting" to manifest. because what do you mean you’re ‘trying’ to shift? what does that actually mean. are you ‘trying’ to exist? are you ‘trying’ to walk into a kitchen? you either do or you don’t. there is no ‘attempt’ in action, there is only action. you are shifting every second. every thought is a step. every breath is a move. every blink is a new scene. there is no in-between state, no limbo where you sit and mull over whether or not you’re doing it right. you are doing it, whether you recognise it or not.

this applies to loa, too !!! you don’t ‘try’ to manifest. you don’t ‘attempt’ to believe. you either accept reality as yours, or you hesitate at the door, and hesitation is not movement. you wouldn’t say you’re ‘trying’ to breathe. you just breathe. you wouldn’t say you’re ‘attempting’ to see something with your own eyes. your eyes are open. the world is there. whether you acknowledge it or not is your own decision.

when i tell you the single biggest thing that helped me shift was just realising i wasn’t ‘attempting’ anything. i wasn’t waiting to get it right, wasn’t holding my breath for some imaginary confirmation screen to pop up and tell me i’d done it. i was already doing it. the only difference between me and the person ‘trying’ was that i stopped questioning whether i was moving and just started walking.

please !!!! let’s abolish ‘attempting.’ let’s retire this whole "mini shift" nonsense, this "i think i almost did it" foolishness. no. you walk. you step through. you are there. no intermediaries, no limbo, no shaky maybe-land where you’re wading in ankle-deep hesitation. either you’re in or you’re out. there isn't some vague purgatory of almostness. you shift every second. you can manifest in seconds. no trying. just doing. throw it into the fire. take it out back like an old tv set that no longer works. you are not attempting. you are being. and the moment you get that....you’re already there.

trigger your mind

i talked about this before as "triggering affirmations" i want to say couple things more

you know sometimes our minds talk back and acts b*tchy. you see your friend, mind says "she doesn't love you"; you see a motivational post, mind says "it's not for youu 😝"; you say "i will shift tonight" your mind says "naah you won't don't lie to yourself".

let's accept we don't own those thoughts. because why would you do this to yourself? are you a bully? would you roast someone else like this? i don't think so.

so how to deal with our ✨bratty minds✨ because they are spoiled...

you'll talk back and your mind will be stunned. it's like exorcism trust me. find the most triggering thing for your mind. spray it on them like holy water. example dialogue:

you: i shift in seconds

mind: ☝️🤓 no you don't

you: 😀

you: i shift in seconds

mind: wait, what's going on? 🤨

you: i shift in seconds

mind: wait, listen you don-

you: I SHIFT IN SECONDS

mind: 💥😲 okay okay...stop- SHIFT RIGHT NOW IF YOU CAN?? 😶‍🌫️

you: i did

mind: what? no you didn-

you: i did. i shift in seconds

mind: don't lie, you know you di-

you: prove

mind: *sighs* i don't know...just look around-

you: you don't even have eyes

mind: rude.

you: where were we? I SHIFT IN SECONDS.

mind: I AM SORRY OKAY? I WON'T TALK BACK AGAIN. PLEASE STOP YELLING. I BELIEVE IN YOU

you: i shifted everytime i attempted

mind: but-

you: what was that? you say something? 🧐

mind: nothing. i said good for you...😅

Hate how lighting a candle does wonders to my mood. Like wowwww. Grug like fire? Grug not sad anymore because Fire in Cave? Wow. Real predictable of Grug.

reminder: shifting is real. you’re going to have memories from when you were a kid or random interactions with people you knew back then. even the dream you may have had when you were 10... oh and perhaps the supermarket you visited with your parents 6 years ago? your life in your dr doesn’t start from the moment you shift there. life is still life. don’t treat your dr as a ‘magical‘ place.