Yall MASSIVE PSA

༊*·˚ i love shifters.

༊*·˚ i love shifters who post storytimes & edits.

༊*·˚ i love shifters who are private about their drs.

༊*·˚ i love shifters with novel length scripts.

༊*·˚ i love shifters who don’t script.

༊*·˚ i love shifters who have shifted.

༊*·˚ i love shifters who haven’t shifted.

༊*·˚ i love shifters who try every night.

༊*·˚ i love shifters who haven’t tried in a while or are on a break.

༊*·˚ i love shifters with s/o’s.

༊*·˚ i love shifters without s/o’s.

༊*·˚ i love shifters who write scenarios and self-inserts.

༊*·˚ i love shifters who don’t write scenarios.

༊*·˚ i love shifters with a million drs.

༊*·˚ i love shifters with one dr.

༊*·˚ i love fem shifters.

༊*·˚ i love masc shifters.

༊*·˚ i love androgynous shifters.

༊*·˚ i love shifters of all shapes and sizes.

༊*·˚ i love shifters who doubt.

༊*·˚ i love shifters who have been trying for years.

༊*·˚ i love you all.

Hello! Any advice for manifesting? 🩵

definitely fake it til you make it

i’m not someone who really doubts my ability to manifest, i just woke up one day and decided that i would get what i wanted when i wanted it

but if you are, once you manifest something, act like you already got it instead of being like “damn now i gotta wait and see if it works” literally just assume that you already got it

the way i think about it, its like placing an order. you bought it, you’re just waiting for it to arrive to your house. that’s literally what i do, i go, “better skincare pls” and then wait for someone to gift me w new shit like i’m ordering at a restaurant

no shame, just genuinely asking

Howdy 👋

I just wanted to share my experience with shifting. It's something that I feel could motivate others that are questioning if shifting is real/haven't shifted yet!

When I was sixteen, I shifted! It was not on a night that I did any kind of method, I just put on some general ambiance noises from my DR (mostly just to relax, not even with the intention of shifting) and I ended up waking up in my DR.

No method, no symptoms, no affirmations.

Just a soundboard app that I had some fun with creating what I might hear when I wake up in my DR. (The app is called Lonofi, if anyone's interested)

I woke up in my DR and checked the time. I didn't even realize that I had done the very thing I'd spent a year trying to accomplish. It felt completely normal. My hand looked like my hand, even if it was completely different from what it looks like in my CR. And I remember thinking to myself:

"Oh, I woke up early. I could go back to sleep and still wake up in time for docking shift." (In my DR, I'm a mechanic on a space ship, and it was one of my jobs to help 'clear' the cargo bay to ensure that everything was working properly to safely dock with another ship. Space is scary, y'all)

I then rolled over in my bed and WENT BACK TO SLEEP. I woke up in my CR, just as my alarm was going off. It all felt so normal that I didn't even realize I had shifted.

I had always been there, and so there was no surprise when I woke up on a spaceship in deep outer space. I can not say this enough. It was so real and so normal that I didn't even think once about it until I woke up in my CR. (I've never been so upset with myself for trying to sneak another hour of sleep in, lol)

I remember how everything felt. It was so real that I can hardly even believe it even though I experienced it first hand.

I called it 'mini shifting' for a while after that because I'd been led to believe by popular 'shifttokers' that it wasn't really the real deal. But it was!

I just wanted to tell people how real shifting is. And how normal it is. There's nothing difficult about it, and if you just allow yourself to shift, you will.

(Which I know sounds just as hard as any other method that you've heard a thousand times over, but the point still stands)

Shifting is so real. And so natural. It's not magic. There's no spell that you can chant or tea that you can drink that will be better than the limitless mind you have knocking around between your ears.

-🚀🔧

THIS IS SO COOL!! thanks for sharing anon!

REALLL i put off that reprogramming thing for so long but BRO. after?? I FUCKING SHIFTED. reya girlll i hope ur pillows are cold on both sides and you wake up everyday with sunshine in your eyes and birds singing in your ears. i've been trying for 4 years atp and that girl rlly took 4 days.

jesus christ yall that four day reprogramming your mind for shifting is actually . stupidly powerful. riya…. riya when I get my damn hands on you girl ….

stumbled across her content two days ago, started setting up my four day gameplan and writing my script for mechat yesterday. now, most of my script is done, I had a dream about my DR last night, and could FEEL my third eye opening during one of her guided meditations tonight??? yall.

like …. my skin is GLOWING, I’m genuinely so at peace, and feel absolutely unshaken in the idea that I will shift. like I can and I WILL. like I’m actually getting so giddy for Friday like kicking my feet and everything like oh my god I can FEEL it like Friday is gonna be MY DAY !!!!

if you think shifting is lucid dreaming, i don’t care. if you think shifting is astral projection, i don’t care. if you shift for minors, i don’t care. if you shift for adults, i don’t care. if you don’t believe in shifting, i don’t care.

i have no idea why people are putting in energy to police shifting when they haven’t even shifted themselves. put that effort into yourself / shifting. their beliefs & journey may not look like yours & that’s okay bc it’s not yours !!

hi! So i have a friend whos shifted and has no reason to lie to me about it, and yet i still struggled with comprehending how real it is and if i can do it. Ive been on my journey for a while and wasted alot of time (when i first found out about shifting i obssessed over it + dissasociated and stopped caring about this reality which made things here get really bad) i took a break (its been half a year) and im ready to start trying again! Don't play is it like act real, and can anybody do it? Any tips ?

yes, its real and for people who really struggle with believing i would say look at “accidental shifting” incidents from before 2020 since its such a misconception that shifting started in 2020. they really prove that ANYBODY can do it, not just people who know about shifting. i’m not very good at advice but i would say no matter what anyone says, you genuinely dont have to do anything you dont want 😭😭 if you don’t want a method or subliminals then dont, you’ll still shift regardless. im super glad you decided to try again! i wish you luck on your journey!!

album idea to script:

dividers: @dollywons

NORTH STAR:

- leaving a life behind for better things

do you have any commentary on the transition from short person in cr to tall person in dr? i need to hear it from a person that hasn't always been tall

i was honestly expecting my limbs to feel different but really its like putting on heels. like holy shit im tall now and thats really it.

No one asked and I dunno what’s going to come out of this but I’m going batshit so fucking have at thee.

Jason creates lightning storms. It crackles across his skin, glows inside his veins. Thunder cracks the sky when he screams. He howls and prowls the ground like a wolf, hunched over and licking his teeth. His eyes glow. He’s haunting. He speaks to birds, coaxes them in close before snapping at them whole, scarfing down blood and bones and meat. Doesn’t care the mess on his mouth. Doesn’t care the mess on his hands.

Tornados ripple when he’s mad, rolling up from every angered breath he exhales. Summons lightning bolts from the sky and wields them in calloused reddened hands like swords and spears and daggers and bows and shields. It rains when he cries. Pours down viciously the longer his sadness last. The louder he cries, the harder it hits the ground. Forming hail that breaks the earth.

Manipulates the wind around him to run fast. One minute he’s there, the next he’s gone. He can pin you down with a look, steal the breath form your lungs and hold it vicious above your head as you wheeze and sob without sound and die.

His father is the god of justice and order and it’s like switch goes off in his mind. The Underworld conducts fairness on what it sees in your soul, the life you lived. He conducts justice on what he wants, what he thinks you deserve and Cupid screams as everything burns, his blood boiling under the heat of lightning wrapped around his body, as Jason floats above him, empty-eyed and rippling like a storm, until Nico screams at him to stop it. Pulls him down with shadowy tendrils, grabs the scepter, and drags Jason away into the shadows.

It’s only when Cupid no longer in his line of sight, his range of smell, his hearing perimeter, that he switches back on. Happy kind Jason who holds Nico’s hands and asks if he’s okay with gentle tones and assures him that no one will hate him if he chooses to come out with his feelings and Nico stares at bloodied teeth and glowing eyes and know it’s true because Jason wouldn’t let them.

When you ask him why he feels the need to bloody his hands and teeth and burn electricity along the skin of those who’ve done wrong, he will simply say, “They deserved it.” Camp quickly beats this out of him with demands of regality and logic and snappish tongues and people cowering away from him so harshly he gets upset but there are moments where his eyes glow a bit too much and they fear the return of a bloodied six year old sitting hunched over like a dog atop a pile of groaning, moaning, dying bodies because they dared to call his friend names.

He’ll torture you and see nothing wrong with it. Find the electricity inside your skin and electrocute you without touching. Ramp it up by ten, by a hundred and watch you cook from the inside out. Grappling him down does nothing. He shouts and you splatter.

He’s inhuman, a god among demigods, a wolf among sheep. A predator through and through. He smiles more than stares the older he gets but the campers know what he is and they watch him emerge from Mount Othrys thrumming with the same kind of energy he had when the wolves threw him to them. Blood smeared on his mouth and hands, golden as the weapons that they grip tighter in their hands with every pounding step he takes forward.

And he smiles and laughs and it’s manic and horrifying and with the thrill of defeating a Titan single-handed still rolling through him like a live wire, everyone else goes down. All enemies burned out and emptied. Gasping for breaths that never come. Struck down by lightning. Blown apart by determined bursts of air.

And Jason is standing there in the carnage, delighted. His laughter sounds like howls. The wind rockets against him, the air, the sky, the rain, the clouds - it all twists against his skin and heals his wounds, heals his bruises, invigorates him over and over again to burn, to break, to destroy, until all their enemies are justly defeated and he can confidently declare the war is won.

Order, they realize, comes in many forms.

This is Jason’s.