trying on a metaphor
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Origami Around
Three Goblin Art
will byers stan first human second
One Nice Bug Per Day
Xuebing Du
Andulka
Keni
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Show & Tell
art blog(derogatory)
NASA
shark vs the universe
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Cosimo Galluzzi
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Claire Keane
Peter Solarz
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@bellyshifts
★ ִ 🍊 ꪆ 𝐵𝐸𝐿𝐿𝒴. 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲. 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜. 𝟏𝟓.
summer is falling, it’s a distant dream
𝐃𝐍𝐈 : 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐨/𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐬, 𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢-𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞)
you could be my silver spring
𝟐𝟐:𝟐𝟐.
𝐃𝐑 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫.
Nobody here knows I’ve been to the moon
The timeline has been fixed now go shift everyone
Belly's Armada (Ernest Cline) DR
Shift your bitch ass up
i love accidentally introducing my mutuals on my main acct to shifting like yes twin we are infinite and you will be hearing all about it
June will be filled with joy.
June will be filled with love.
June will be filled with trust.
June will be filled with peace.
June will be filled with clarity.
June will be filled with miracles.
June will be filled with blessings.
happy pride to my cool as fuck girlfriend
Me as soon as I found out about shifting:
Almost shifted that same night too
to all the boys i've loved before dr intro
6 letters kept in a sweet vintage hatbox, all missing one day and up show 6 men at lana's feet, full of questions and mixed feelings.
where did they go?
✞ ˳. ♡𝅦 it's 2O1O and a beautiful, warm day. taylor swift isn't a billionaire, or annoying, and americans kinda like their president.
"If love is like a possession, maybe my letter are like my exorcisms"
iris grove, [redacted], u.s.a
11:23 am ❤︎ ˚̣̣̣ lana sits in her kitchen, mixing the frosting for the homemade pop tarts she made for her younger sister, kitty's soccer match. of course, kitty had been assigned to bring snacks and had forgotten until the day before. that was just kitty.
a knock on the door, and lana swishes through the hall, licking the icing from her finger as she opens the yellow door to wes bennett's concerned face.
"wes? what are you doing here... can i help you with anything?" lana asks, dropping her finger from her mouth in embarrassment.
"is this true?" he asks, eyes searching hers. he holds up a small but thick pink envelope labelled in cursive, "WES BENNETT" and his full address, which was 3 houses down from lana's. the letter had been adorned with swirls and a bit of glitter glue on the corner around the vintage guitar stamp that lana had received from graceland several years ago.
lana's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she pulled the mail from his hand. she tucked it into her baking apron and glared at him. "where did you get that?!"
he shrugged and gestured down the street. "it came in the mail. that's not important! what i need to know is if what you wrote is true or not. did you mean any of that?" he tried to swipe the letter from the floral apron around lana's waist but she maneuvered out of the way and slammed the door instead.
how had wes got a hold of that letter?
he knocked on the door, 4 times, one too many to be polite. his muffled speech through the wood, saying something about giving it back. lana took a breath and looked over the envelope. her signature loopy handwriting all over the floral letter paper. she couldn't remember where she had gotten it, but it was probably old.
ㅤㅤi hate to tell you, but you were never great at guitar. and i love you. maybe i love you because you're not good at guitar... yours until the rivers run dry, lana
she cringed at the contents. cheesy and a pitiful love letter. one of her first. she opened the door again and wes was already trying to grab the letter again. he succeeded and now both of them were upset.
"i don't know what to tell you--"
wes shot back "tell me if it's true! is this how you feel about me? a simple yes or no would do the trick just fine, lana!"
that's when it clicked.
there were more letters upstairs in the pale yellow hatbox in her closet. if wes had received his, that means...
she flew upstairs, the door wide open and wes still standing on the porch. where was it? up there, between the dried flowers and old ballet box, the yellow and white stripes greeted her. she pulled it down and opened it frantically. nothing. nothing except the tissue paper that used to cushion the now non-existent envelopes.
all of the letters she had poured her heart and soul into were gone, nowhere to be found.
Ayyy fellow tatbilb shifter 🔥
reblog if you use a pinterest board as your script
not shifting related but look at my ladybird nails
are you ever in public thinking about a dr and feel like a balloon thats about to pop? just me. okok 🥀
Httyd dr 🔜
How it feels when you fantasize about scripting a really cool DR and daydream about it and can’t stop thinking about it only to actually start scripting and INSTANTLY lose motivation.
anyway uhhhhhhhh who want a fuckin realistic stark industries id and visitor pass template whipped up in canva by yours truly?? have fun bc I sure as shootin am!!!
I am gonna figure out how to use this i just need to put my brain back together
The Golden Guard // Belly's Boiling Isles DR
