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AFFIRM !!!

oh my gawd, i adore you all sosoos much. cheers to the next billion 🥹 but in all seriousness, i truly am soso exponentially grateful for all the wonderful people i've met on shiftblr & the friends i've made !!!! you're all invited to my virtual garden party in the fields of my wondrous inner worlds, extra strawberries & all, served on a shiny golden platter MWAH

oh my gawd, i adore you all sosoos much. cheers to the next billion 🥹 but in all seriousness, i truly am soso exponentially grateful for all the wonderful people i've met on shiftblr & the friends i've made !!!! you're all invited to my virtual garden party in the fields of my wondrous inner worlds, extra strawberries & all, served on a shiny golden platter MWAH

shifting tag game ! the rules are v simple : your harem is the first six characters that pop up when you type "fictional character" on pinterest . no cheating ofc (•̀⤙•́)

i kept getting enha or ai smh

dare i say oh my god literally me

brought to you by @bunnieshiftss i love you bb thank you for feeding the population and simultaneously keeping this blog alive because i am lacking serious inspiration for my next posts !!!!

Manifesting is easy, it is a natural thing that everyone and everything in existence does. You can have everything you want no matter what or how impossible it seems. Reality bends with whatever you assume and will always find a way for you.

Your core beliefs/ self concept is important for stepping into awareness of your power; you have that car and you know it because you know for a FACT you manifest easily. You have your rent paid in full and have enough money for splurging because you know for a FACT that you’re someone who constantly has an unfathomable amount of money. You can learn a whole new language in the span of a day FLUENTLY because you know for a FACT you learn inhumanely quick. You ARE everything you want and so much more than that and you know that to be true because what you say goes and that’s final.

Your 3d/ outside reality is never final until you dictate so. You don’t have to look at the sky to know it’s blue. You don’t have to look at the moon to make sure it’s circular. Those are all assumptions that you know for a fact are true. So assume the same for your desires and stick to that no matter what you see, feel, think, say etc.

The moment that you decide on what you want, in that very instant it’s immediately yours. Because despite everything, manifestation is instant and that will always be the law. In every moment your assumptions will always be true and instantaneous. And that applies for bad assumptions. But that doesn’t mean that your manifestation will immediately deplete from one bad “assumption” or thought. Always correct yourself if it doesn’t align with your desire (what you KNOW for a FACT to be true)

Nothing outside of you can change that you have your manifestation. Your outside (everything and everyone) is you, meaning only you can change whether you have it or not. You are the cause, reality is the effect. You don’t look at reflection with makeup and smudge the mirror to wipe it off your face. Nothing will change if you don’t change mentally.

Affirm when you feel like it, don’t force yourself to or it’ll feel like a chore. Same goes with scripting or listening to subliminals. Find whatever is comfortable for you and know no matter what “method” it’s inevitable that it’ll work because it’s always gonna be true.

Have a bad thought that goes against your desire? You can acknowledge it and still affirm against it, but it’s preferred to ignore it like “hmm, that’s not true because I have this instead” and go about your day.

Someone said something that goes against your desire? Everyone is a reflection of what you think on the inside meaning they’re only spitting back what you think about yourself /your desire. Revise that and deem it untrue because it’s impossible for someone to even say that when they can clearly see you have your desire.

Manifestation is instantaneous. And that’s the law. You have your desire now and you always have. Don’t assume a result, assume that it has always existed. Don’t wait for it to show up, it’s already there and it always has been.

So, say it with me;

My manifestation is inevitable

Reality bends for my assumptions

My manifestation is law

I am always chosen

I am a master manifestor

I always manifest fast

I am all there is

Everything is always working out for me

I am always in control

Everything I want is already mine

Failure is impossible for me

If you have any questions feel free to ask in any way you see fit ✌🏾

ꨄ КATSEYE DESIRED REALITY

❝ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴄᴜʟɪᴀʀ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇʀᴇɴɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ɪ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ❞

spirited and dreamy to some , arduous and quiet to others

. . .

when lina was announced to debut in katseye alongside her seven new members , hardly anyone was surprised . the same girl who had devoted the greater part of her life to her creativity , the small artist that had made the back of the classroom her own personal atelier , had traded the worries of life with reverie and esoteric thoughts from the youngest age . she always knew she was meant for more . now leader of her girl group , main vocalist and songwriter , she is living the very life she has experienced so many times in her mind .

any sane person might have thought that her desire to find her place in a world not made for the dreamy-eyed would be her undoing . yet , in translating her soul's language into novels , stories and art she had turned that very world into her oyster , ornamented with scraps of the souls to whom she'd ever given her heart .

❝ ... ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴘꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀʙʏʟᴏɴ ❞

august 30th 2026. “ are you real ? ”

. . .

lee felix , the same vivacious boy known for his healing demeanor and a smile so radient it seemed to capture all the light in the world and reflect it back through his eyes , appeared to hold an even softer glow whenever they met lina's gaze across a room . or at least , that is what stays and eyekons seemed to have noticed .

karmaggedon: the receipts run red

please fasten your seatbelts, turbulence is manufactured

all rise. court is in session, prosecution presiding, and yes, i'll be reading the minutes, passing the sentence, and fixing the broken lock on the evidence closet myself

this is the trial of “karma,” a supposed tumblr's favourite escape artist, now starring as both martyr and magician in a performance for the ages. the bridge is out and all of the roads lead back to the groupchat.

karma, let's do this for the books. 

you say: “i don't have all the screenshots. i didn't see the full context.” (let's embroider that right onto the courtroom drapes, shall we?). then in the same breath, you say: “i saw your explanations, i saw the context, i read the screenshots.” so which is it? if you did have the full context, why not let the sun hit every angle? ignorance or intent, and please use pen.

two roads diverged in the wood, and you managed to straddle both, talking about boundaries while peeking over the hedge to see if the court's still gossiping

we find out she never had the full context to begin with. why lie? missing chapters, or missing honesty? do you have the full thing or don't you? are you picking apples from the tree, or selling cider out the back door?

so, here's what shines: if you didn't have the whole context, you didn't know what you were talking about, and you built a bonfire from a single torn out diary page. 

you wanted spectacle, karma. you wanted the public to choose sides, roman colosseum, thumbs up, thumbs down

except you can't even keep your story straight. “i don't have it, i do have it, i saw it, i posted what i had, i only had what i posted, the rest got lost in the transfer, this isn't about her, it's about her friends, i want it over, but i can't stop posting, why won't she let me have the last word?”

if you're going to host a tribunal, at least provide the evidence. right now it seems like you wanted to present the prosecution's case and close arguments before the defence even took the stand.

you say it's harassment to demand a full context, so what do you call setting up a funhouse mirror in the square and inviting everyone to see me at my lowest?

where's the multiple times you claim you moved on? where's the “do not engage” energy when every comment's a new dogwhistle, every new post is a “guys wrap it up” that leaves the present unopened? 

i told you, floor to ceiling, redactions and all. if you only had “what was sent,” then you let someone else hand you the knife and told the jury you sharpened it yourself

and what exactly do you want the public court of opinion to believe? 

that i orchestrated a mob with my diary open and my hands shaking, that your name was stitched into every sigh and curse when, in reality, i was drowning in my own inbox, privating my posts, wondering whether to run or stand up for myself?

was it ugly? obviously. were my words about you? hardly

but you built your whole trial off selected transcripts and then accused the defence of obsession for wanting the full court record aired

also, since we're at it, let's drag the conversation back into the light: this is no longer about my friends, my so called “lapdogs,” my retinue of national treasures and internet ghosts. after all, only my handle was tagged on your tiktok

you, karma, made this public. you, karma, opened the floodgates and invited the mob in for a guided tour. so now it's me and you, face to face, no scripts, no safety net, and definitely no get out of jail free cards. you want to play? play all the way. 

as for harassment, i'm genuinely not letting you cry wolf

you can't call it a witch trial and then jump into the duck pond the minute the questions get tough. if you're going to host the bonfire, at least give the girl you're burning her best lines

the record shows: you wanted it public, since you posted this not only on tumblr, but also tiktok (?!), you aired the dirty laundry, you cropped the stains and then blocked the cleaners

don't dish what you can't eat, don't sow what you can't reap, don't toss stones from inside the glass menagerie. my hands are clean, my conscience is paid up, and i'm not doing your cleanup

now. context pictures. you, my dearest, started this fire, so you can pour the gasoline or pack up the marshmallows, your choice. 

you wanted the spectacle, you get to handle the cleanup. i won't hand over the manuscript to someone who only reads the bits with her name underlined and nothing else

you posted the first receipts, karma, you're the one who opened the trial

so you get to finish the show or let it close in silence

where was that energy for contexts when you cherry-picked your debutante ball of callouts, cutting everything after the intermission? “i never had it, they do.” that's the thing about playing martyr and magician: you can only pull so many rabbits from the hat before people notice the strings.

you never had the context? then why are we all in the stocks for your dress rehearsal? 

and then, the source. what's a little privacy breach between frenemies, right? 

but let's be honest, if i'd sent a friend into your server, mined your breakdowns, and piped them live to the masses, you'd be calling it digital stalking and tagging it as evidence for the next trial. but when it's you, it's concern and public safety

and you want to talk about moving on. let's go ahead and talk about moving on. moving on isn't posting my shit on your tiktok, it isn't making sure everyone knows the @'s

one last thing! please! let me! the moral high ground, how's the view up there? is it nice? do they serve lemon cake at the funerals? the high road is not a free pass to keep dropping innuendo while playing victim, then running to anons with just want to move on, guys, pls.

if you wanted closure, you could have dm'd. i did ask you, did i not? thrice? 

you posted, you tagged, you spun up the wind, and then you wanted to duck into the bunker when it started to rain

let's clear something else while we're keeping score: i didn't crowdsource the callout, you did. you had the mole, you made the call, you ran to tiktok as if it was the hague. 

“i don't have it, i do have it, i don't need it, it's the principle, i only saw what they sent me, but i did see context, and by the way, the context wasn't enough, so back to square one, let's try it in the reblogs.” 

pick a version and sign your name in pen this time

to the gallery, the comments, the parade of tired onlookers: you want it wrapped up? tell karma to stop putting bows on boxes she never packed

you were the first with the screenshots, so you can be the last with the apologies. i've said it before: this is between me and you. all the others are ghosts in the gallery

so! here we are, karmic accounting time. you wanted the theatre, you got the show

if you never had the context, you shouldn't have judged. if you had it, you shouldn't have lied about what it showed.

i genuinely don't understand why you won't post the full context. floor to ceiling, timestamps and all, redacting everyone but me, sure, but put it all out. because like. if we're being honest, what it would actually show isn't me orchestrating a witch hunt against you, but me crashing about the pressure of being catalogued, privating everything, literally saying "i'm so tired," "i'm tweaking," "do i stand up for myself or just let it pan up," and yes !!!!!!! venting poorly about the accounts made to monitor me. that's not flattering, i own it, i admit it, people say wrong shit to their friends all the time hoping it'll stay there. but it is different from what you're pretending it was. i didn't send anyone after you, what did escalate things was after we found out that a well trusted friend turned out to be your.....source of screenshots???

you keep saying her friends harassed me, fine, take that up with them, but what i said in those chats wasn't aimed at you alone, and clipping it into a martyrdom reel doesn't make it so. unwash those hands because i fear we need to have this conversation about clipped contexts and making all this about yourself . if this was really about transparency, why not post the parts that make it clear I . ME . ME MIND YOU !!!!! not anyone else !!!! was crashing out in general and not sharpening knives at your name. why stop where the context gets inconvenient??????

housekeeping, clown edition !!!!!!!! 

welcome to the annual tumblring, starring yours truly. wait, sorry, correction, it's actually bremma at the wheel tonight, emma has shifted to another dimension and left me in charge of the sacred mop

please put your clown noses on folks as the queue for the guillotine is moving fast and, trust, you do NOT want to trip over your own performative indignation. i'm half expecting a national holiday. saint emma's day, now with more bardot and extra bank holidays for the chronically online

let's get it rolling because my queue is full and so is my patience. so

the bardot jpeg conspiracy……….still scares me to this day…..wowza. tragedy strikes tumblr! millions devastated, news at eleven. tell me, what's it like living in a world where a page's aesthetic makes you lose faith in humanity? do you also burst into tears at cereal mascots or is it just images of french women that send you into spiral? 

at this point…..dawg……. might as well ban every black and white photo, lest someone misinterpret a bagel as a political statement

bremma incites harassment…….. surely the government owes me a cheque for all this supposed influence

i'm running an army!!!!!!! i issue military fatigues with every reblog. call me general patent

do i get a commemorative mug or is it just the badge? please tell me there's a certificate. is there an annual emma's followers called me a soggy potato in the tags alumni reunion

i need the details. somebody book us the community centre, i want the potato salad this year.

have you met my followers, by the way. half of them are in my inbox asking which shifting method works. nobody is forming a battalion, trust. emma's army sounds like a facebook group for left handed knitters

"emma's followers called me a potato" is honestly my favourite war story. go ahead, tattoo it on my gravestone. let my descendants know i fought valiantly in the mashed potato incident of 2025

the next attack is scheduled for tuesday at 2pm, location is beaches of normandy. be there 

if i see one more anonymous claim that i am the high priestess of the shifter cult, i am opening a gift shop, you can buy your own tin foil hat

emma is an idol, well, yes ! and my followers sacrifice their attention span at the altar of my queue

can someone make me a little pope hat? i want a scepter made of straws. you know what, forget it, new merch idea: emma's sacred relics, now available in the shop, every item comes with a voucher for a group hug and half a dramamine tablet for your nausea

please send a pdf of your open letter to my assistant, caesar the cat, who will respond at his earliest inconvenience.

or i don't know, go on a silent retreat with all the other survivors, exchange beaded bracelets, swap war stories, hand out stickers. and since the people are crowd funding a group therapist to recover from the trauma of my blog, next up: emma related ptsd diagnosis, side effects include excessive typing

what's the going rate for a public apology these days? should i send cupcakes? flowers? an edible arrangement shaped like a vagina to symbolise my love for feminism? 

somewhere around here, by the way, let me just say for the third time on public record that i have taken accountability, i have drafted three apologies, one in interpretive dance

at this point, what else do you want........a skywriter? should i hire a mariachi band to sing sorry outside your window? the bar for closure keeps moving and honestly i lost my running shoes in the bardot industrial complex

you want accountability? fine. i am so sorry for your loss (of dignity, time, and self awareness). i pray for all of my victims, regardless of colour, state of mind and number of tumblr sideblogs

darvo. i'm pretty sure that's a yugioh card 

if you find another emma out there, please send her home, she owes me lunch money and i want to know what shampoo she uses. the only sockpuppet i run is the one i used for my puppet show in kindergarten, and even she's retired now. god bless her soul, the tough bitch

i too see a random anon and suddenly it's i've connected the dots, chief, the call is coming from inside the tags

you want the real alt….??? maybe the real alt is the anxiety you made along the way. but print your screenshots, staple them to your forehead, walk in circles around your living room. i'm sure it's all very therapeutic

i post about my mental health, you call it a weapon. i don't post, you call it avoidance. anyways…….i'll send signed copies of my pharmacy bill

group therapy update: next session, we'll do icebreakers. circle time, pass the talking stick

anyways.......things i take accountability for (and only these, so don't get greedy):

i take full accountability for inventing the bardot jpeg industrial complex. every time you see a french girl header, that's me running the black market

i take accountability for ruining potato salad at the alumni reunion !!!!!!!!!allegedly!!!!!!!

i take accountability for singlehandedly orchestrating the great shifting wars. yes, every time you couldn't shift, i was there

i take accountability for the global shortage of clown noses, most of which are in my closet next to the mop

i take accountability for all the times a shifting method didn't work, because i control quantum mechanics with a single post

i take accountability for the renaissance, the reformation, and that time you dropped your croissant

i take accountability for every group therapist currently employed in the shiftblr metropolitan area, may their zoom calls be forever muted

i take accountability for bpd, adhd, mp3, dvd, and every acronym you use in the tags. i'm sorry for not posting my diagnosis certificate. it's in the shop being laminated

i take accountability for every time someone said emma made me cry......as tears are legally required to be sent to my p.o. box. i use them to water the succulents

i take accountability for the climate, the vibes, and the barometric pressure. if your sinuses are clogged, that's just me

i take accountability for inventing idol culture, stan culture, and filter coffee. sorry if you preferred tea. i'll make a note for next time

i take accountability for the next tumblr update. i coded it myself, during a breakdown

i take accountability for every sockpuppet, including the one from my kindergarten puppet show

i take accountability for all sideblog drama, for every open letter, every callout, every pdf, and every meme that includes the phrase emma incites harassment. yes, i run the minion army from my phone, my back is cracked, morale is low, but the potato jokes keep rolling in

i take accountability for your emotional growth. if you have evolved since 2020, that's on me

if you write my name three times in the mirror, i hope you get a pimple.

if you're here to twist, quote, bait, and breathe into a paper bag until my name trends on your dashboard… shift. read a book. hydrate. i am not your apology vending machine. i am not the ceo of your feelings. if you want closure, try a ziplock bag !