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EXCUSE THE MESS ✶ ASK GAME

౨ৎ excuse the mess is a shifting ask game inspired by frank ocean's channel orange with a focus on your relationships in your desired realities. ﹙ reblog for asks & send emojis to ask ﹚

cw! a few of these questions are less "fun" and more phycological. i completely understand if that's not your cup of tea. take care of yourselves <3

𐔌 . 💫 ⋮ 'BOUT YOU ֹ ₊ ꒱ what do you reminisce on late at night? is it a person you had to leave behind? someone who left you? why are you still reminded of that past? are you upset with the memories? do you regret them?

𐔌 . 🩳 ⋮ SWEET LIFE ֹ ₊ ꒱ what are the sweetest parts of your relationship with your s/o? all the not sugar-free, tooth-aching sweetness you two share. is your dynamic as simple as grumpiness vs sweetness or is it something more complex?

𐔌 . 🥂 ⋮ SUPER RICH KIDS ֹ ₊ ꒱ is there something in your desired realty that we would think is fantastical or unheard-of but is completely normal there? do you splurge thousands of dollars a day like you're in gossip girl? or fly around on a broomstick?

𐔌 . 🍃 ⋮ PILOT JONES ֹ ₊ ꒱ who is your bad influence? the one person you can count on to be involved with something insane and drag you along with them? have they always been "bad"? why won't you let them go?

𐔌 . ✈️ ⋮ LOST IN THE HEAT ֹ ₊ ꒱ was there a point where you were "lost" in your desired reality? a point where you knew you weren't going the way you want but couldn't recognize the way back? could be physical or emotional.

𐔌 . 🎹 ⋮ BAD RELIGION ֹ ₊ ꒱ what or who do you turn to when you need a safe space? do you turn on your favorite album and sit alone in your bedroom? do you have a friend you know will always be comforting ear? perhaps you take solo walks around your neighborhood?

𐔌 . 🍊 ⋮ FORREST GUMP ֹ ₊ ꒱ who runs your mind? the person you're always thinking about? when you make a joke that doesn't quite land, who do you know would've loved it?

﹙ ordered by track list ﹚ ꕀ would you laugh if i told you one of my least favorite colors is orange...

　 　reasons why you're waking up in your cr ,

if it's not happening, it's because you’re still treating the 3d like it's anything but your own assumption reflecting back to you. still assuming lack while saying abundance. still looking for signs instead of stepping into the thing as if it's already yours.

nothing external needs to change. your state does. and that can happen in one second, in one thought.

　　you keep checking . . . ౨ৎ　 the second you look over your shoulder to see if it worked, you're signalling it hasn't. assumption doesn't need confirmation. assumption doesn't peek.　 ꒰  what to do , stop asking. stop waiting. decide it's done and get on with your life. keep walking.　

　　subconscious doubts . . . ౨ৎ　　 somewhere deep, under the clean sentences you say out loud, there's a voice. 'what if it's not real?' 'what if i'm not good enough?' it camps out in the marrow, slowing you down before you ever start.　 ꒰  what to do , rewire yourself. not once, not wistfully. daily, methodically. affirm it until it's more instinct than wish.　

　　overthinking the methods . . . ౨ৎ　 you're not assembling a bomb. you're not cracking the human genome. shifting isn't method worship. it's assumption.　 ꒰  what to do , pick what feels natural. raven, lullaby, drift, whatever stops the noise. trust the simplicity. complexity is a coffin.　

　　intellectualising it to death . . . ౨ৎ　 you read every shifting post, watched every youtube guide, diagrammed every method.　 ꒰  what to do , get out of your head and into your body. shifting is sensation before it's strategy.　

　　fear of success or change . . . ౨ৎ　 self-sabotage wears a hundred faces. sometimes it's something that says you're safer in longing than in arrival. the mind clings to its ruins because they are familiar. ꒰  what to do , dig out the rot. write out your fears like you're testifying. remind yourself that change is not exile. you're allowed to cross thresholds.　

　　you want it to feel like magic . . . ౨ৎ　 you expect fireworks. epiphanies. sensations. if it doesn't sparkle, you think it didn't happen.　 ꒰  what to do , stop chasing signs. reality shifts quiet. like changing the channel. no drama, just difference.　

　　impatience . . . ౨ৎ　 you feel ready. you want it yesterday. but checking the oven every two minutes doesn't bake the cake faster. it breaks the heat.　 ꒰  what to do , behave as if it's already yours. embody the arrival. impatience is a leak, seal it.　

　　you think there's a gap . . . ౨ৎ　 a gap between you and your desire. between thought and result. between you and your dr.　 ꒰  what to do , there is no gap. the second you decided, it existed. the delay's a hallucination.　

　　comparing yourself to others . . . ౨ৎ　 watching other shifters score touchdowns doesn't mean you're fumbling. you're running a different play entirely.　 ꒰  what to do , stay on your field. trust your timeline. celebrate every inch forward like you invented it.　

✶ my hero academia dr self moodboard !

꒰ lilith amaris aizawa ꒱ first year hero course student at UA / 2238 . . . ୨ৎ

⋆ intro

When my mutuals on tiktok repost anti-shifting content I just immediately scroll, or when people post things like “me trying out shifting in 2020” SIGHH WE GET IT.

i hate it when shifters mention shifting in a local environment. the replies they get are so draining to read.

don't forget to kiss me yuji.itadori

in which your bf is even more awk then you..

authors note: f!reader so scared 2 post this.. i feel like its so ugh also not proofread! 2.2k words! m.list <3

You and Yuji were always so awkward around each other, to the point that it led to completely red faces and twitching fingers.

Sure, he was a lot more outspoken with strangers and friends, while you were always on the quieter side. And when you did get comfortable with someone, you tended to talk too much.

You envied Yuji a bit. He always knew exactly what to say, and even when he didn’t, he had the charm to make it work anyway. But it was more than that—he had this boyish charm that sent you reeling, making you kick your feet in your dorm room late at night, squealing into your pillow while playing Beabadoobee on repeat, thinking of him.

You still remember the first time you saw him—pink hair, wide brown eyes, and the cutest smile ever. You were smitten from the beginning. Too shy to talk to him, though. Then, during a mission, you had been paired up with him and Nanami. He kept trying to talk to you, making funny remarks or simply attempting conversation. At one point, he had stared at you, scrunching his face in pure confusion, as if analyzing some small detail. Then he pointed to the corner of your eye, where your glitter eyeshadow shimmered, and said, "That's really pretty." All while rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish smile.

He was the only person who ever really talked to you—aside from the forced interactions Gojo pushed onto others. You figured there had to be something wrong with you. You were too odd, always saying the wrong thing, laughing at the wrong time, tripping over your own two feet. No matter what, you never seemed to fit in or draw anyone’s attention.

That was until you met Yuji.

Even after that compliment—after the pale pink dusting your cheeks at this super cute, jacked boy noticing you—it still didn’t feel real. This only happened in shoujo anime, right? Yet, despite your awkwardness, despite the way you choked on a simple thank you like you were forcing down thick cherry cough syrup, Yuji just laughed it off. A deep chuckle that reverberated through his body and yours—light, airy, utterly intoxicating. You wanted to hear that laugh for the rest of your life.

He had rambled about makeup, specifically special effects makeup, explaining how he was a huge movie lover. Then he got super engrossed in talking about the behind-the-scenes aspects of some of his favorite films—Human Earthworm, which, he eagerly added, was a trilogy.

You barely said a word, too shy to contribute much. But he didn’t seem to mind. It was like all he wanted was someone to listen.

A few days after that mission, you had been speed-walking out of class after an awful day. Some girl from a higher-up class had made crude remarks about your appearance, and you swallowed them down like bile, trying to ignore them. But you had barely managed to hold it together because, later that morning, you had to present in front of everyone. Your hands were clammy, your words tumbling out like a mess of jumbled up alphabet soup, and the tiny class of sorcerers had laughed at your mishaps.

Then, not even twenty minutes later, some guy knocked into you, spilling your matcha all over your clean uniform. And, oh yeah—did I mention you had spent your last seven dollars on that matcha?

You grabbed your leather tote bag—buckles adorned with a Nana keychain, your purple jellyfish Sonny Angel peeking out for good luck—and rushed out of the classroom doors, heading across the open field back to the dorms.

Then, a strong hand and a voice too sweet to ignore stopped you in your tracks.

"Hey! Hey! You, uh, dropped thi—actually, I’m not sure what this is... A naked baby, it looks like? But it fell out of your bag."

Your entire body froze. Your heart pounded in your chest. You knew that voice.

Yuji Itadori. The sweetest, kindest boy ever. The boy you had a massive crush on. The boy who absolutely could not see you in the state you were in.

Panicking, you turned around, clutching your purse up to your face, burying yourself behind it in a weak attempt to hide your tear-streaked, mascara-smudged disaster of a face.

Yuji blinked, looking around the empty courtyard, then up at the clear blue sky, as if trying to understand what you were even hiding from.

"Hey, uh—"

"Ilooksgrossrightnowthatswhyimhidingmyface," you blurted out in one breath, voice muffled behind your bag.

Yuji just laughed—a full, lighthearted fit of laughter. "It's okay, but I think you’re always pretty."

Your grip on your purse loosened slightly, your face still half-hidden as you peeked at him through your lashes. "You do?"

He gave a sheepish nod. "Yeah." Then, after a beat, in a soft, hesitant voice, he asked, "Can I see your face? Um, uh—if that's okay with you or whatever."

He paused, then quickly added, "We can count to three if that helps?"

You swallowed hard and gave a tiny nod.

His hands hovered slightly before reaching out, hesitant but warm. "Can I, uh... help you with it?"

Your voice was barely above a whisper, but he seemed to hear it anyway. You nodded again.

His fingers wrapped gently around your wrists, steady and firm but not forceful. Then, with a soft countdown—"Three... two... one..."—he lowered your hands, revealing the mess that was your face.

Your beet-red cheeks. Your raccoon-like mascara stains.

Yuji’s eyes widened slightly as you hiccuped, trying desperately to suck in the snot threatening to form a bubble.

"My face is beet red, isn't it?"

He let out another laugh, this time softer. "Yeah... but so is mine."

You blinked, taking in his expression. The dusting of pink on the tips of his ears, the slight blush running up his nose, the way his eyes crinkled nervously.

You quickly began to rub at the smeared mascara around your eyes, flustered, when he hesitated—then took a tiny step closer.

"I can help?" he offered, voice quieter than before.

You nodded, unable to speak past your pounding heartbeat.

With delicate care, he lifted the sleeve of his uniform and gently wiped away the mess on your face.

Ever since that day, you and Yuji hung out more and more. He even introduced you to his friends, and you and Nobara quickly became best friends—though she heavily expressed her distaste for you dating Yuji, simply because “he’s gross, and you’re too good for him.”

Yuji was loud, outspoken, and seemingly everywhere at once, yet when he was alone with you, he was different. He was quieter—more hesitant.

Laying on your cramped twin bed, adorned with every single plushie he had ever won for you in the two months of dating, he looked so much softer. Your shabby dorm room at Jujutsu High was practically his at this point—he never left, always finding some excuse to be curled up next to you, legs tangled, warmth mingling between your bodies. Whether it was coming in late from a mission, all beat up so you sat him on your toilet to bandage his wounds because you knew he wouldn’t care enough to do it himself, or a simple, “I miss you.. and the way you smell.”

But despite this level of comfort and closeness, you were both still utterly awkward around each other. Even now, lying in bed with your pinkies barely ghosting the space between, desperate to touch but too afraid to bridge the gap. Sure, you’d wake up tangled together as Yuji hogged the covers, but that was always after exhaustion had taken over—when neither of you had the energy to be nervous. But this? This was different. You were both awake, wide awake, too aware of every movement the other made. The soft shuffle of his weight against the bed, the slight twitch of your fingers, the low whirring of the crappy fan in your room, the faint vibration of his unchecked phone.

Yuji only ever got notifications when they were important, and you both knew that. But he didn’t care. It was like nothing else existed outside this moment. Whoever needed him would have to stomp into this room and physically drag him away from the dim glow of your orange-pink lamp, from the scent of your perfume clinging to the sheets he was laying on.

When seconds felt like hours, you finally turned to Yuji to say something—anything to break the tension. But just your luck, he turned at the exact same time.

His brown eyes bore into yours like he could reach in and grab your very soul with gentle hands, rewriting your entire being if he chose. You both stared, studying every subtle movement, every shift in expression, until the weight of it became too much. Suddenly, you were both too aware of each other.

The weight of it had both of you snapping your heads away, blushes creeping up your necks.

Yuji was always an awkward mess when he was alone with you— from fidgeting with the hem of his red Jujutsu hoodie, to walking around your room picking up random objects and pretending to be interested, like a kid trying to play coy.

 He’d constantly go to grab your hand, only to let it fall last minute. He was completely different from how he was around others.

And now, here you both were—blushing, internally panicking over each other—until, when you turned to face him again, he was already hovering over you, peering down as if you were a fish in a fishbowl. You sucked in a breath, eyes wide, and whatever confidence he had for that split second disappeared in an instant. Because now, seeing you up close, so close he could count every speckle of glitter from your makeup, he lost all nerve and buried his face straight into the crook of your neck.

Which only made things worse.

Your shampoo, your perfume—the warm, sugary scent of it all sent his mind reeling. It made him want to kiss you even more than he already did, which, at this point, felt nearly impossible. He had been waiting for the right time, telling himself over and over that it had to be perfect. But the truth was, he had been thinking about it for months—spacing out in class, staring at your lips, wondering if they tasted like strawberries from the gloss you always wore.

And now here he was, completely surrounded by your scent, his hands twitching with the urge to pull you closer.

Before you could think, your fingers moved on their own, shaking slightly as they inched toward his hair, aching to tangle in his soft pink strands. But just as you moved, Yuji suddenly lifted his head, mustering every ounce of courage before blurting out in one rushed breath:

“Ireallywannakissyoucani?”

Then, immediately after, he smacked his hands over his face.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, heart hammering in your chest as you whispered, “Yuu…”

Slowly, you reached for his wrists, gently prying his hands away from his face. His skin was warm under your touch, his fingers trembling ever so slightly. You didn’t have to say the rest—he already knew what you wanted.

He pulled his hands from yours, biting at his lip as he laced his fingers with yours instead, pinning your hand to the pillow above you. He shifted, slotting his leg over yours, his other hand lifting to cradle your cheek, thumb rubbing soothing circles against your skin.

Your eyes flickered over his face, watching every shift in his expression as he leaned closer, breath mingling with yours.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured, voice low, almost reverent.

He leaned in, inch by inch, breath mingling with yours. But before closing the gap, he hesitated. “You sure this is okay?”

You didn’t answer—not with words. Instead, you curled your fingers into the nape of his neck, tugging him forward, crashing your lips against his.

And it was everything.

The kind of kiss that made you slam your door shut before sliding down it in a fit of giggles.

His lips were warm and soft, tasting faintly of brown sugar. It sent your stomach swirling, the kind of feeling that made your chest ache in the best way possible.

When he pulled back slightly, a thin trail of saliva still connected you, his pink cheeks flushed, eyes lidded, like he needed to look at you just to make sure this was real.

Then, with newfound confidence, he kissed you again.

This time, when his tongue slid past your lips—hesitant, waiting for permission—you let him in without a second thought. The sensation sent a shiver up your spine, and a soft, involuntary moan escaped you. That sound alone had Yuji’s other hand moving from your face to your waist to grip your body closer to his. 

Kissing Yuji was like ladybugs dancing on your skin. Like the jingle of the ice cream truck on a summer afternoon. Like the mist from a sprinkler lapping at your feet on a hot summer day as a child when your only care was scoring the best popsicle flavour. Like the first sip of hot chocolate when it grazes your tongue and cocoons your body in warmth, as you come in from the bitter sting of the cold. It was like being wrapped in blankets cozied up with a book. The only sound echoing is the pitter of the rain on the window.

It was everything good, everything sweet, like the taste of cotton candy melting on your tongue.

p.s i based the title on bea's lyric from glue song "don't forget to kiss me, or else you'll have to miss me"

GREEN TENNIS COURT ⋆ MOODBOARD

﹙ moodboards & orders ﹚

“so how did you two meet” funny story, i traveled universes

omg I adore a whisker away 🥹

Introduction to my A Whisker away DR

Hiii so this my first introduction to one of my DRs, I think this DR is niche so might not reach to many people /-\ but that's okay!

I'll use bullet points to have it all in short!

This is a better CR DR where it's all mostly the same bit better with a cat mask to boot!

About my DR & me𓆝 𓆟

My name is Max in this DR!

Im still in high-school, I'm actually pushing my CR grade back to tenth grade, only we all look the same!

I have one of the cat masks in A Whisker away, I haven't thought of a design yet but it looks like a black one!

Some of my CR friends from younger grades are mixed in with us!

The economy is like what it was in the 90s! A lot nicer and the orange man (screw him) isn't in power!

I live in a slightly different town from my CR, it's just better! With a mall, more city vibes and neat nooks for me and my friends!

I don't know what else to add... this is my first intro to a DR...

Thanks for checking this out!

The magic of mindset

It is a truth universally acknowledged (at least in these parts) that your thoughts create your reality. What you deem to be the truth simply is. Your assumptions dictate your life, and your subconscious operates based on those assumptions to project a reality that matches your dominant state of mind.

So, in order to shift, you begin first by shifting your thoughts. You pick out your desires and you find the appropriate affirmations, the suitable subliminals, the aesthetically pleasing vision boards, and you commit.

For a while, that is.

There is only so much affirming you can do, so much delulu you can tolerate. Everything starts feeling like a chore, and your perceived reality seemingly hasn't changed at all.

Meltdowns ensue, tears flow, and a downward spiral commences as you seek "the secret of Manifestation" in some random guru's dms.

You haven't done anything wrong, nothing that you know of anyway, so you have no idea what to fix.

It's your mindset, darling. That's what you need fixing.

You see, by changing your thoughts, your subconscious starts responding to the new program right away. However, that old program is a fiesty bitch. She's been here for decades, and she's not going down without a fight. She controls the mindset, and that's what you need to take back.

Telling yourself that you're rich and then immediately falling back into your scarcity mindset the minute you have to spend a single dollar is self sabotage. Affirming that you're happy with your sp then crashing out when they don't text back in 0.01 seconds is self sabotage. Telling yourself that you have shifted then reacting to unfavourable cr circumstances is self sabotage.

It's your mindset working against you.

Deep down, you relate to the struggle. You love the suffering, you beg for hard work. It's what you're used to. What you've always known.

It's what you have to let go of in order to become who you want to be.

How do you do that? It's simple, but it requires dedication.

You can't run back to the broke version of you whenever you have to spend money. If you're rich, if you have thousands of dollars in your bank account, would you be losing your mind over this extra $5 charge? You either have the money or you don't.

Decide.

You can't lose your mind every time your sp goes radio silent. If you were together, would a few minutes of silence freak you out? You either have them or you don't.

Decide.

You can't beg and plead for your dr every time something goes wrong. If you were in your desired reality right now, would you be so desperate to shift? You either shifted or you didn't.

Decide.

Watch your thoughts as they pop up and fix them. Your mindset is whatever goes on within you once you stop affirming for what you want. Does it match your desires? Does it conform with the version of you who has it? If the answer is no, fix it.

You're a master shifter baby. Act like it.

Happy shifting ❤️