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cassie robinson appreciation post because she was so beautiful and i miss her dearly !!!
shes the only one who gets me
steve harrington ta me dando as borboletas dnv #cooked
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masterlist + important info below the cut
In case you missed it...
I'm currently posting a fic a day over on Ao3 for my Tropetober A-Z event on Patreon last year. It's a different character every day from different fandoms, mostly smutty (you know me). All red underlined links lead to AO3, please read the warnings on individual stories 😘
The fics:
A: Alpha/Beta/Omega - Winter Nights
(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) You’re an Omega who lives at Kaer Morhen, unmated but belonging, almost like a pack Omega to the Alpha Witchers; Geralt, Coen, Lambert and Vesemir, though the elder Witcher is long past any need for you. Geralt is close to rut when he returns, and seeks you out.
B: Bodyswap - Worth The Wait
(John Winchester x fem!reader) Some supernatural beings don’t want to hurt anyone, they just want to prove a point.
C: Character Death - The One Good Thing
(Negan x fem!reader) You waited so long to have him back, and he’s waited so long to get back to you, now you can be happy again… right?
D: Dark fic - On Our Terms
(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) A sorcerer out for revenge leaves you in a dangerous position, and you’re not sure you’re going to make it out of this one.
E: Enemies To Lovers - Trapped
(Bucky Barnes x fem!reader) An incident on a mission leaves you and Bucky trapped in a vault. Being sealed in a relatively small space is a problem on its own, but you’re faced with another dilemma; you absolutely hate Bucky Barnes.
The Soul-Swap Swing
A/N: Alright! So, as promised and previously advertised, here’s my shitty adaption to a soul-swap conundrum. Dean x reader ahead. Originally, I had planned for this to trickle into some nice (and hella confusing) smut, but this got super long!! And– yeah, I will admit, it was harder to write than I was– am– used to. So, I cut out the smut. This time. The ending ends the way it does because I decided to let you guys have a little fun with it. Is the situation resolved? The spell undone? Does it go wrong, are the victims trapped forever? You decide. If I get enough feedback about it, and enough people ask me to, I will write a second part to close out the ending more solidly– and maybe even add in that smut I mentioned. ;)
Word Count: 6411
Warnings: angst, fluff, bodyswap!AU, soul-swapping, (whatever you wanna call it), like three or four paragraphs talking about the pains of a period, mentions of blood and torture and death, yada yada. (yada yada= this will probably be hella confusing because of the whole swapping bodies thing, but I tried to make it as easy to read as possible)
Summary: When a hunt goes wrong, [y/n] and Dean are thrown into the throes of a powerful spell that leaves them reeling and confused– and not in the right bodies. Will they be able to sort through the confusion of inhabiting different vessels? How will Dean fare with this new position? Will [y/n] finally allow herself to acknowledge the extent of her feelings?
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In the opinion of [y/n], the hunt had gone delightfully– all the way up until the end, when she stepped through the wrong door and activated the wrong trap, resulting in the flash of light, fluctuation of power, and subsequent unconscious huntress. The house, (a sprawling mansion that she just wished she could have painted), had turned out to be a hovel of witches. There were three that Sam and Dean hadn’t expected, outnumbering the hunting trio, five-to-three. And they were powerful. Nearly as powerful as Rowena, though [y/n] doubted they were as old; the hunters took them out easily, putting down four inexperienced witches and torturing the fifth just for the sake of torture. Sam left the room for that little adventure, though Dean found a sick, undeniable pleasure in cutting into the woman whom had gutted so many virgins and children in her time. [Y/n] stayed, fascinated (and a little repulsed by her own pleasure) by Dean’s performance, by his anger, and by the hues of the scene: splashes and streams of blood red, the dim pink light of the dusk filtering in through the bay windows, the muted green of hunter’s eyes, the flash of quicksilver with every deadly gesticulation. The ordeal was beautifully morbid– in a way only a hunter would appreciate. But, it all ended too quickly, leaving [y/n] coated in grime and gore, though feeling unsatisfied all the same. Dean offered the killing shot, splattering everyone in the room with the blood that accompanied such a violent death.
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,, wrapped so prettily in lace ''
so,, this is my first time writing on here, i don't know how this app works so. i hope this is readable :3
dean x angel!reader (gn!reader)
cw: corruption (but in a gentle way), light nsfw, dry humping, lingerie, clothed sex, innocent user, no pronouns used, no use of y/n,
this was originally a bot i wrote so, i simply overworked this and added some stuff. i hope this is readable 🥹 english is not my first language so.
Lottie & Nat, The Hunger games themed.
Based on a story from subsolare in ao3.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64520377/chapters/165694027?view_adult=true
i think i'm 'bout to explode, i can taste the tension like a cloud of smoke in the air
pairing: dexter morgan x f!reader
warnings: hints of fluff, smut - unprotected sex, slight spanking (hand and belt), oral (f receiving), fingering, spitting, slight choking, biting, dom!dexter, blood (i mean, obviously, he's a freak); sassy dexter
summary: requested: "...morning sex with dexter before he goes to work..."
w/c: around 5k
a/n: your wish is my command. thanks for requesting! :)
let's hear it for the boy! || steve harrington x reader
Rating: Explicit (18+)
Word Count: 10.9k
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Best Friend!Reader
Warnings: SMUT (solo masturbation, dry humping, f!receiving oral, handjob, premature ejaculation, p in v sex), language, sexual references, Steve is very oblivious, Steve can't get it up (unless it's for you), porn WITH plot, slow-ish burn
Summary: set before s4. steve has a problem. he can't cum unless he's thinking about you. except you're his friend and he definitely doesn't have any romantic feelings towards you. at least, that's what he tells himself.
“Seriously? Katie Frey doesn’t do it for you?” You asked, sitting atop the counter at Family Video. Steve shrugged, embarrassment welling up in his chest at your words, and the general topic of conversation.
“I was as surprised as you are now,” he said, twirling a company branded pen between his fingers and hoping the fidgeting would take his mind off of how absolutely mortified he was. “Because, like, Katie is hot.”
“Absolutely. Smokin’ hot.” Your voice was muffled around a twizzler, framed by perfectly made-up lips.
He made a face at your interruption, staring at you with narrowed eyes until you mimed zipping your mouth shut.
“And like, she’s got these great tits. Huge.” Really huge, fucking perfect tits. Not that he was a perv about it, but it was hard not to notice them. “And she’s pretty. And, you know, we were going at it at her apartment after our date and I swear I was into it. But…” He stopped twirling the pen so he could bury his face into his hands, mumbling the end of the sentence. “I couldn’t… cum, you know? I had to just fake it.”
“Fake it? Were you convincing?” you asked, brows furrowed. He peered up at you through the spaces between his fingers, at the quirk of a smile on your lips. “Maybe you should show me. I’m a visual learner.”
He threw the pen at you and groaned in frustration. “You’re an asshole, you know that right? This is serious.”
eu agradeço a deus todos os dias por ter aprendido a ler em inglês porque só assim eu poderia ser capaz de apreciar essa obra de arte inteiramente pqp uma fic assim só aparece pra gente uma vez a cada lua cheia e é tão sinistro que te faz lembrar por que a gente gosta de ler fanfic pra começo de conversa
𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 ! ── s.w.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: sam knows about your crush. he's just waiting for you to say something. 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: gn!reader. quiet!reader. fluff. friends to lovers. close proximity + kissing. sam being in love and devoid of social skills because of it! use of pet names (honey, angel). 1.5k words.
masterlist. requested.
with your flushed cheeks and poorly hidden smile, tucked against his side as you walk down the street together, it's safe to say that sam thinks you're prettiest like this.
truthfully, he thinks you're beautiful all the time, even when he can't see you, but there's something endlessly endearing about the way you try to hide your fluster from him now. and all because his pinkie brushed yours for only a second. it's apparently enough to send you into a tizzy.
LETS YEARN WITH MAMA
imagine dry humping sam winchester and he's getting too desperate...
the mini cotton shorts you wore to bed, which was barely even covering your ass, is what got you in this position. being seated on sam's lap, desperately grinding on his clothed shaft. you didn't even need to see his cock to know he was leaking precum and getting so painful.
your neck was completely covered in hickeys and bite marks, from when he couldn't control himself anymore. a few purple pigments covered his skin beautifully too. however, he has been pulling you off his neck by grabbing your hair every time he felt you sucking on his skin, because he was going to cum in his pants right then and there if you continued for a second too long.
he was rock hard underneath you. and it felt so good every time your clit rubbed against him. you could feel the thickness, the length, that one specific vein through his plaid pajama pants. you could feel everything even through 2 pieces of clothing separating you.
his hands are shaky when he grips your thighs around him, desperate to hold onto something. he grabs your face and pulls you in a kiss yet again, his tongue tangling with yours. you press your hips even closer to his and he moans in your mouth. deep and loud. god, he feels like a teenager all over again.
he pulls away slightly, a string of spit still connecting your lips. the beautiful mess of both your saliva mixing together is completely covering both your mouths.
"jesus- don't-" his shaky voice cracks, his head dropping back to the bed's headboard, "please don't stop."
you start speeding up, the feeling so overwhelmingly perfect for both of you, sam has to immediately grab your hips in a tight, painful grip to ground himself.
then he starts whimpering, and boy, can he whimper. he was a sight for sore eyes. sweaty, desperate, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
his hands start gripping and clinging on everything. your hips, thighs, clothes, chest, anything.
he looks at you like you're the only real thing left in his life. and in this exact moment, you really are.
he really is too desperate.
notes this may be too short im sorry its 4am for me :3
tags @mostlymarvelgirl @charliesangel67 @videwly @everythingisaspectrum @that-stanford-girlie @wvyik @sequoia-roots @samsswife @multiversefanfics @infrqred @rxi-pop @southernimpala @snoopysnote @a-gay-alien @odessabram @firstlyferrari @stonersampilled @iigummysharkii @lunaleah @girlblogger-04 @brainspurvhs @abigolemess @mfstargrll @thesundontshineontheseeyebrows @pieandflannel @heapingfern @lavend3rdust @sunnyteume @spac3cowgir1 @bambisbabydollhouse @marlsvii
𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞… 𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭
𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬?
How I shifted + entered the void recently by controlling my eyes
Putting the step-by-step first so people don’t have to hear me yap (which I will anyway, because I have to tell you why this works and why I figured out that letting your eyes go unfocused is the mind awake/body asleep killer. Or just….the killer in general).
1) Be tired as fuck. Do I recommend staying up until 3 am? Absolutely. Do I recommend sleep-deprivation? Perhaps. Do I recommend wbtb? Yes because that’s probably the least harmful time to do this. The real key here is you need to be TIRED. Like “I could pass out mid-sentence” tired. Or if you have chronic insomnia, just the usual time you’d usually pass out anyway is fine.
2) Close your eyes and notice how they feel. Then notice the difference between that, and when they start to unfocus/ zone out. Because there is a difference. And you’re able to feel it. And when you do realize that they unfocus/zone out, you just caught the murderer. Call the police.
3) Now that you know the difference, your entire mission = keep your eyes from unfocusing. You’ve got two main ways to do this: the first is that, whenever you notice them unfocus, you move your eyes up, down, left, and right to refocus them. It doesn’t have to be in that specific order, but the point is to move them around so they refocus and snap back to being alert.
OR. The other way to do this: It’s basically like fake-blinking with your eyes closed. You just give a few quick light squeezes, then relax back to neutral. Just a fast “blink” motion while your eyes are already shut, enough to reset them back to that fresh just-closed feeling. (try blinking with your eyes closed right now, it’s basically that).
4) “But what if I’m lying there for hours??” That’s why you do this when you’re tired as hell, and not when you’re just casually going to bed. Also, tell your body straight up: “Yeah, that’s right, we’re gonna be here for hours.” Don’t commit to anything else, because why would you? Eventually the body will panic like “Oh shit, they mean business” and fall asleep —while keeping you awake. And then congrats, you’re wide open to shift, lucid dream, void, whatever your heart desires.
So wtf do eyes have to do with sleep?
Well, sleeping is literally the final boss, isn’t it? half the time you fail because you knock out too quickly. Or we stay up all night like crackheads. Or you just …sleep. Like, congrats, you passed out, no shift, no method, no HOPE.
And I thought “how do we even know we’re about to fall asleep?” Sure, there’s the brain soup nonsense thoughts, maybe a slideshow of weird half-dream images,, but the real giveaway is usually your eyes. The second your eyes start to unfocus (when your vision gets that zoned-out glaze) you’re already halfway gone. Doesn’t even matter if you’ve got insomnia, if your eyes do that thing, your brain will follow.
So alright, that’s the enemy if your shifting/void journey feels like a constant 1v1 between you and sleep, and sleep keeps winning. Why? Because your eyes are tied into your alertness more than you think. When you zone out, your gaze drifts, and your brain takes that as a signal it’s safe to start shutting down. But if you snap your focus back even just a little— you’re tossing enough input at your brain to keep it hanging on. Translation: your body can slide toward sleep, while your mind stays just awake enough.
How I applied them
#1 on the test run that actually dumped me into the void (and let me shift out of it) was the little “up, down, left, right” trick. I lied down on my side —my sleep instantly position. Then as soon as my brain started creating random nonsense (the “what would making soup in a canoe be like?” thoughts), I took that as a sign that my body was ready to sleep. Every time my eyes started to glaze over, I snapped them back, moving my gaze under my eyelids— up, down, left, right — like I was dragging myself back.
So I just kept doing it. Every time my eyelids went heavy and slack, I’d flick my gaze around, and it worked. I felt that pull (you know that falling sensation) and I was in the void. It freaked me out so bad because I wasn’t expecting it, then I panic-shifted to my main DR.
AND THEN the most obvious way to keep them from slacking hit me last night. Like. How has this not been my main method since forever?? I swear I’m an idiot sometimes.
I realized that to do this, I don’t even need to move my eyes around. If the whole problem is them going slack, then the fix is stupidly simple: just blink with your eyes closed. Like a little squint — almost like you’re fake-blinking under your eyelids.
Every time I felt them sliding into that unfocused/zoned-out state, I’d just give that quick closed-eyelid blink. It immediately reset them back to neutral, like how they feel the instant you first shut your eyes.
And once you get that, that’s literally all you do: whenever your eyes try to go slack, just give that quick blink, and they snap right back. Your body keeps drifting toward sleep while your eyes (and awareness) stay locked in.
I tried this at around 2-3 am last night (more like, today) and my brain immediately started screaming “FUCK, THIS MAKES SO MUCH SENSE.”
I slipped into the void so fast I actually snapped back out because I was SO MAD it worked and I hadn’t thought of it sooner. Then I fell asleep, and in the dream someone literally told me “you better wake up and try that method again.” So I did, because idk if it’s bad luck to ignore dream characters (it was Oliver Putnam from OMITB, if anyone cares,, I was morally obligated to follow his advice)
I woke up tired as hell, about to knock out again, but this time instead of staring into the black or moving my eyes around, I just kept them in that neutral “just closed” state and, whenever they started to go slack, gave a quick blink under my eyelids.
Within maybe two minutes I got that slipping/falling sensation again. I opened my eyes in the DR I intended to go to practically punching the air because HOW is it that simple??
Live footage of me coming on here to draft this because I’ve shifted to a total of 8 different realities this week which means the past week has felt like 2 and all I want is to lie down but I’m actively busy as I post this hahaHA:
actually you can just decide right now, that you shifted before. you shifted 3 years ago. you shifted for the first time 1 week after finding out about shifting. you shifted 100s of times, you shifted 1000s of times, you lived 300 years total in other realities.
you shifted to every dr you scripted, you shifted every time you had a self insert daydream about your favourite shows, you shifted every time you fell asleep to a guided meditation. you shifted every time you counted to 100 before falling asleep, you shifted every time you fantasized about your s/o, you shifted every time you saved a pin on your shifting pinterest board, you actually woke up ecstatic instead of disappointed every day. you shifted every time you had an affirmation session. you shifted every time you read a 10000 word shifting post on tumblr. you shifted every time you realised you were in a dream and tried to affirm that you are in your dr. you shifted every time you saw a youtuber say shifting is fake and every time you read an anti shifters tiktok comment.
rewrite your shifting journey. you are not someone who has never shifted ever in their life. you are not someone who researched shifting and wrote scripts for over 2 years but never actually shifted. you can actually post shifting storytimes and dr introductions and answer asks, and write long posts about loa and shifting and you can post success stories because they are fully true.
breathe easy because you have already shifted. you actually already have everything you wished you had for the past 7 years. you actually dont have to spend your birthday wish on the same thing every year. you dont have to worry about shifting before a deadline because you already shifted. yes it is more than possible to change your past and revise your shifting "attempts". they were actually successful experiences.
. . . . . do not try to change the 3D by ignoring it. ⋯⋅๑
“Disregard appearances, conditions, in fact all evidence of your senses that deny the fulfillment of your desire. Rest in the assumption that you already are what you want to be.”
— Neville Goddard
so we always hear “assume and persist, don’t react to the 3D!” well you may do that and think “good i’m doing this but why do i not have it yet?!” well— i think we just messed up here a little.
let me tell you why you messed up, you ignore the 3D so it’d change. it reminds me of this: remember when you were a kid, trying to catch the fridge light turning off as you shut the door? that’s exactly what this feels like. watching. waiting. hoping the 3D will shift the moment you’re not looking, lying to yourself and saying “but i’m ignoring it” but you’re not, you’re in stress and waiting for it to change instead of being in the state of wish-fulfilled.
basically, here’s the catch: you’re ignoring the 3D not because you’re detached, but because you want it to change. that’s where things go sideways. stop treating manifestation like a magic trick. this isn’t a game of “look away and hope it works.”
you’re trying to make the 3D change by ignoring it, but why are you trying to make this old reality change when you already HAVE it, when you have become who you want to be? please DO NOT ignore the 3D in wishes of it changing by itself and following the 4D when you’re not looking— this sounds like a childish game.
make 4D you’re only reality, in better words make your inner-world your only reality. the inner-world is YOUR world, it’s limitless, it can be shaped to your liking, and remember even if you’re not good at visualizing you can change your inner-world with affirmations, with subliminals, even with one thought. with one assumption. with one inner shift.
i’ve been through this, so let me tell you, you don’t change the 3D to become. you become, and the 3D has no choice but to reflect it.
The only thing blocking you is the idea that you can be blocked.
Take if it resonates, discard if it doesn’t. This is absolutely inspired by the last anon who thought “planning for the next day in the CR just in case” = deciding you won’t shift. Like no. You can do anything you want, plan for any day, anywhere, because you’re not bound to any reality. That’s the whole point.
People think their “block” is not being able to focus. Or that their “block” is not affirming enough. Or not visualizing the right way. Or needing to clear limiting beliefs first. Or needing to feel a certain emotion for it to work. Or needing to wait for the “perfect conditions” before it’ll happen.
But all of those “blocks” are just ideas you picked up and decided were real. The actual thing stopping you isn’t lack of focus or lack of the right technique, it’s the belief that these things have the power to stop you in the first place.
And the biggest culprit is not even anxiety itself, but the anticipation that you’re going to do something wrong. The fear that if you don’t do everything perfectly, it won’t work. That if you miss one affirmation, or you slip into doubt for a second, you’ve ruined it. That kind of pressure kills the very ease that lets things unfold.
You’re not letting yourself just do it. Not in the sense where you’re giving yourself permission to fail, to succeed, to mess up, to get it “wrong,” to have it be messy and imperfect. You’re holding yourself hostage to some imaginary flawless plan, and that’s what’s killing the flow.
It’s not the mistake that blocks you, but your obsession with avoiding the mistake that does. It’s not “not focusing” that blocks you, it’s your panic over needing to focus at all— and the idea that if you don’t focus, that means your desire won’t come. It’s not “not doing enough” that blocks you— it’s your belief that doing enough is the only way.
The moment you drop the idea that anything can block you, you’re free, and I get why that’s terrifying. Because there’s nothing left to explain why you “haven’t shifted yet”, which means you’re kind of forced to see that you already have your desire, and that anything that contradicts that is utter bullshit you shouldn’t pay attention to.
You just intend, and because intention breeds unavoidable outcomes, you allow yourself to be messy, human, emotional, contradictory, and unstoppable.
But I get why you think like this. Every single framework for shifting, manifesting, spirituality, whatever, it always slips into some kind of rule, some mold you have to squeeze yourself into:
You have to meditate. You have to assume. You have to raise your vibration. You have to constantly recognize that you’re non-dual. You have to scream. You have to not want it. You have to think positively. You have to act as if. IT’S EXHAUSTING.
And over time, these “requirements” create this expectation that you have to be something different from who you naturally are. But the thing is !! you’re already doing it. You’ve always naturally manifested and shifted without even noticing. You don’t need to become anything else first.
Before you even knew the words “shifting” or “manifesting,” you were already doing it without labeling it. You daydreamed, got lost in your imagination, randomly “knew” something was going to happen and it did. Maybe you’d picture a conversation in your head and then the exact thing unfolded later. Maybe you’d have déjà vu, or those weird “I swear I dreamed this before” moments. Maybe you’d think about someone you hadn’t spoken to in months and then they’d text you out of nowhere. You didn’t sit there asking yourself: “Wait, am I blocked?” You just accepted it and moved on.
The problem is, the second you entered these spaces and started hearing terms like “mental diet,” “subconscious reprogramming,” “doing methods,” “removing limiting beliefs,” suddenly you were introduced to the idea that you could fail. You were told there’s a right way and a wrong way, that if you don’t assume properly or if you think a negative thought, you’re sabotaging yourself.
And then—only then—did you start doubting. The “block” didn’t exist until you learned it existed. It’s like telling someone who can naturally ride a bike that they might fall unless they constantly monitor their balance and keep checking their posture. Suddenly they wobble and fall, because they’re overthinking something they were already doing instinctively.
The irony is that If you’re the source (if you’re the god, the creator, whatever label you want) you can’t be blocked. The whole premise of being limitless is that there is no limit. You’ve just been convinced there is one. So now, instead of freely creating, you’ve been conditioned to believe you have to play by imaginary rules that you didn’t even write. And those rules only exist because you started believing they do.
But then you get to this point where you’ve stripped away all the “rules” and all the imagined gatekeepers, and then your brain still tries to slip one last question in:
“Okay… so what do I have to do now?”
And that question becomes the new imaginary block. Because there’s no “now you must” after realizing you’re limitless; there’s just do what you want.
If you love doing methods, do them. If focusing feels good, focus. If you like letting your mind wander while listening to music, do that. If you like lying in bed imagining scenes until you drift off, do it. If you prefer letting go and not thinking about it at all, that’s valid too.
And if you think you don’t know what you like, your awareness is always telling you. It’s in the little moments where you try something and your body goes “ugh, this feels like work” or “wait, I actually enjoy this!” That’s the guide.
The only thing left that can “limit” you once you drop everything else… is the thought that being yourself is somehow blocking you. But how can existing (the very thing that makes anything possible) be a block?? That’s like saying the ocean is what’s stopping the waves. Insanity.
When you hold that mindset, you’re not letting yourself just do the thing. You’re waiting for permission from yourself, from your nerves, from some invisible arbiter who’ll say “Yes, my darling, now you’re ready.” You’re not okay with failing, you’re not okay with succeeding. You’re not okay with anything unless it’s the exact outcome you’ve scripted. And that rigidity is the block.
The moment you realize you can simply walk through the 4x4 space you were boxed into, the walls collapse into dust. The bars aren’t real; they were never welded to anything. And the rules were just sentences someone else said once (1) and you agreed to carry like a chain around your neck. The instant you stop agreeing, you’re free.
Not “on your way” to being free, not “working” toward freedom. Already free.
“But so and so said—“ So and so doesn’t pay your bills. So and so doesn’t pay for your meds. So and so isn’t there to wintess wtf is going on in your life. So and so is but a passing voice you will hear once, and nowhere else.
Why are you letting someone else define what’s right or wrong? Because they shifted before you? Okay, well Donald Trump became president before us. Do you think that makes him qualified to actually be president?? No.
Let me ask you something: Do you honestly believe a multiversal awareness that can bends realities sits around stressing about focus, motivation, or following some checklist? Do you think that version of you needs to hustle through steps, nag itself about doing it “right,” or beg for permission to just exist? Hell no. Shifting has no rules.
IF SHIFTING HAS RULES, WHY DID KIDS SHIFT LYING IN A STARFISH POSITION AFTER CHUGGING A GALLON OF WATER CIRCA 2020? WHY DID PEOPLE ON AMINO SHIFT AFTER LAYERING 100 SUBLIMINALS? WHY ARE PEOPLE ON REDDIT INDUCING THE QUANTUM VORTEX OR WHATEVER THEY DO—AND STILL SHIFTING?
Someone says “I can’t shift because I can’t focus,” but what does that even mean?? Who wrote the rule that focus is required? No one. The desire itself is focus. The moment you want something, you’ve already locked onto it.
And next time you catch yourself spiraling: “I have to do this right, or I won’t shift,” or “If I can’t focus, it means I’m failing”—stop. Stop and ask yourself: “Do I really believe I can be stopped?” Because the concept of limitation is the trap, not your ability.
In sum:
It’s not anxiety that stops you, it’s not distraction that stops you, it’s the belief that those things have the power to stop you.
When you tell yourself you “can’t” because you’re anxious, you turn the anxiety into a talisman of failure. You make it mean something it doesn’t. Anxiety, overthinking, thoughts racing, chest tight, whatever; it doesn’t have a magical ability to shut down your manifestation. But when you believe they do, that’s when the anxiety about the anxiety turns something that’s supposed to be fun into something stressful.
If you’re observing that you have to be perfectly calm, perfectly focused, perfectly in control before you can succeed, then you’re already observing you can’t succeed right now. You’re observing that you can be limited. That’s the block. It’s the anticipation of doing it wrong.
The irony is, the moment you drop the performance, the checklist, the perfection, the moment you stop waiting to “do it right” —is the moment you let it actually happen.
Let yourself do it wrong. Let yourself be MESSY. Let it be chaotic and not perfectly linear. Let yourself succeed without deserving it, let yourself fail 1000 times and not let it define you.
Let yourself try while shaking, while distracted, while unprepared. It’s only “blocked” because you’re waiting for the imaginary conditions you’ve decided you need. You don’t need them.
When you shift, let yourself be anxious and cry and stress and scream and move and sleep and stay awake and do anything. Anything. So long as you recognize that none of it has the ability to stop you.
Every time you catch yourself putting rules and restrictions on your journey, thinking your anxiety and negative thoughts have any say in what happens, hit them with a: