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DON'T HESITATE TO MAKE SUPER SELF-INDULGENT DR'S!! WHERE YOU'RE OBVIOUSLY MARY SUE!!! GO FOR IT!! BE THE MAIN CHARACTER!! THE CHOSEN ONE!! BE THE ONE THAT GETS THE MAIN LOVE INTEREST!! BE THE ONE TO SAVE THE WORLD! BE OVERPOWERED! BE SEXY! BE CUTE! BE THE ONE THAT SLAYS! MAKE A PERFECT DR FOR YOURSELF IN WHICH YOU'RE HAPPPYY!!

see no evil hear no evil speak no evil

properly this time. i didn’t see myself in the bathroom mirror and freak out and shift back like last time. (pats myself on the back)

i was there for two days, and when i shifted back here, i had a good and long sob session. let me explain: seeing this version of my cr mom who wasn’t held back by patriarchy, the version who actually got to pursue her passions? it was... i don’t even know how to put that into words. i mean its not like we aren't happy in our cr. but it was enlightening to see regardless.

she was thriving. she had her own restaurant business, sharing her amazing cooking with people who appreciated it, with lines around the block. she was glowing. and our relationship there? fuck, it was everything i ever wanted. we got to go out together, just us girls, seeing her buy whatever she wanted, living her life to the fullest, not, “that’s too expensive,” or worse, “we can’t afford two, why don’t you get it for yourself.” those words used to break my heart when i was little. she was always so self-sacrificing, always the one to offer food off her plate, to skip the vacation, to work full time while raising two kids, especially my angsty ass - the woman is a goddess who deserves everything and more.

and my dad? in my cr, when i was a kid, he missed out on this huge opportunity. like, life-changing for future generations kind of opportunity. it used to be his one big regret. the kindest and smartest man i know who never let anyone hold him back was held back by fate. and in my better cr, he got the opportunity. everything he worked toward paid off; he got to pursue his teaching passion in a space that appreciated him.

which meant my sibling and i weren’t separated, we grew up together, really together. we knew each other’s passions, insecurities; we celebrated life together and cried together.

my better cr wasn’t even that high on my list of places to shift to. its also the one i hadn’t scripted much for, just my old void list - but i hadn't even looked at that thing in a year and when i checked pretty much everything had come true. i feel like i’ve been healed in a way i wasn’t even expecting.

also for how i shifted, i usually don't focus on this but it was so weird(for me anyway i don't have that much successes with wbtb) that i need to keep a record of it. i had woken up like i usually do at like 4ish am. normally i get on my phone immediately. this morning, it was raining, it was so pleasant and the chill in the air felt amazing, so i kinda just laid there, and thought about how perfect everything felt. i don't know when i drifted off but i woke up there.

leaving this here while i go cry some more. i’m so permashifting there it’s not even funny.

I'm typing this literal moments after. so, I went to bed after feeling a wave of doubt— whatever, it happens. I changed my mindset and affirmations: ""I'm a master shifter. Reality WILL bend at my will to reflect that. Reality is constantly shifting so that I get what I want. Grab the bull by it's fucking horns and make shifting your bitch. Don't work for it, it works for YOU. You were a master shifter the moment you decided you were one. REMEMBER THAT, and act like it. EMBODY it.""

that's literally what I wrote down maybe two hours before. I read it, and just affirmed it. I didn't do anything drastically different from before, but there was a point where I was going to lightly police myself with what to do, but i said 'no, let go'. i felt good after saying this. I had a bit of struggle sleeping— i was just laying in bed and allowed my mind to wander. I thought of my cr, my dr, lightly dreamed— nothing fucking special and that's what's throwing me. I did NOTHING special, but it WORKED.

at one point, my body got kinda loosey-goosey. it's like my limbs get a little like jelly, which can make it hard to sleep sometimes because it can have a hurty, tingly sensation. that sensation was there, but it was minimal. I tossed and turned but eventually got comfortable and it either went away, or I ignored it.

My mind was in darkness— that same darkness you feel when dreaming. like you're asleep, but just conscious enough. then, I felt my body shift. it was like I was laying down atop waves, my body moving with the ocean, and then I began to float. atp, I knew I'd already fucking done it. I have never in my 5 years of knowing about shifting ever felt what i felt just then. I didn't panic or freak out, but I was like "oh uhhh where do I go" LOL.

I opened my eyes, and everything was dark and grainy. I was in my cr childhood home. it makes sense now that I'm thinking about it, because I'm sleeping on that exact same bed to this day. (twinsize bed 4 life). everything was how it was, except my brother and sister weren't asleep on a bed with a frame, but rather just on a mattress on the floor. I immediately was like "groundgroUNDGROUND" but I found that I couldn't shift my surroundings to that of my dr, so I just pulled back, and woke up here.

guys, please please fucking believe in yourself. stop working so had for this shit and MAKE IT YOUR BITCH 😭😭😭😭😭

Let's bring stories back. Please. Reply or reblog with your shifting stories. I will take anything and everything. Bring it back. It's so motivating. Tell me about funny moments, or embarassing moments, or some of your hardest times. Tell me something mundane about your drs.

lock in loser, we shifting tonight