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how to finally shift: a guide

warning: this post contains tough love, strong language, and AFAA spoilers(sorry). this post was NOT proofread, so proceed with caution.

first and foremost, people overcomplicate shifting entirely too much. shifting is as easy as you allow it to be. the only one who can help you shift is yourself.

see, i’m a huge nerd when it comes to the avatar franchise. i’m absolutely gonna take any opportunity i get to talk about these movies. so get ready for me to turn the mangkwan’s misinterpretation of eywa into an allegory for shifters misunderstanding the concept of shifting.

the mangkwan clan lost faith in eywa once their forest burned down and their prayers went unanswered. they believed that those prayers fell on deaf ears. however, when we look back to dr.augustine’s research in the first movie, we can better understand why that’s simply not true. dr. grace augustine notes that the plants of pandora are interconnected and an intelligent network acting like a biological neural network! fancy words for a planetary brain. augustine found that the plants communicate electrochemically via their roots, which form a neural map for the ecosystem as a whole. seeing as everything on this planet is connected, and they communicate via the roots (much like kiri killing the mangkwan guys after connecting her kuru with the roots, or saving spider after asking the roots for help) we now know that the same roots that were burned when the fire took over the mangkwan’s village. their prayers were not ignored, they weren’t heard in the first place. this misunderstanding created a huge disconnect. anyways now that i’ve yapped everyone’s ears off, i think this can be used as an allegory for people misunderstanding shifting as a concept.

people who have been unsuccessful this far are simply misunderstanding what shifting is. and i am here to hopefully help fix that! the whole reason i made this blog was to share my thoughts and experiences in the hopes that it helps others.

if you have made it this far, i applaud you. however, this post is not for everyone. it especially will not help people who are stuck in a victim mindset.

“i can’t shift! it’s been years. i’ve tried everything. it doesn’t work for me.” this is the reason why it hasn’t worked for you. your mindset is awful. if 13 year olds could shift in 2020 bc they wanted to crack draco malfoy then why the fuck do you think that you of all people can’t do it.

let’s break things down and simplify to hopefully help you in this journey!

1.) what is shifting?

shifting is the process of moving one’s awareness from one reality to another.

this may seem intimidating. but we need to remember that 1.) there are infinite realities and 2.) that you are simply consciousness. you are an observer of this reality. you are not this physical body, you are not your thoughts or brain. you are awareness in a vessel.

now you may be wondering how this works. we can actually explain this with science. cognitive science confirms that thoughts shape reality by influencing perceptions, behaviors, and outcomes. cough cough MANIFESTATION. the only thing now is how to actually do it.

2.) how to shift

the secret to shifting is…

nothing. there you go.

this may seem underwhelming. that is because for our entire lives, we are taught that in order to achieve anything, that we need to put work in. however when it comes to shifting you need to do the opposite.

align with your dr self and then shift. stop waiting for your surroundings to change, stop reacting to the 3d. it doesn’t matter if there’s noise outside, or a pet being rambunctious. let go of this reality because it has absolutely nothing to do with your dr.

if it helps, pretend those noises are coming from your dr. life here goes on regardless of whether you shift or not. release any ties to this reality and embody your dr self.

there’s a multitude of ways to try and simplify the process further but here’s a few i like to use:

meditate, intend, pretend

relax, let go, become

|| dorm sex || draco and y/n are aged up to 18+ soo || implied smut || masterlist || taglist ||

moans seep out of draco’s dorm bathroom while he fucks into you like it’s nothing

“fuck baby, y’ so tight.” he drawls, slamming into your pussy and pulling out repeatedly against the sink. you moan at the friction he causes as he places his hands on your hips, blocking any room for shaking — pushing you one hard thrust before you let out the most guttural moan straight out of a bluey movie.

“fuck… dray, i’m gonna cum” you moan at the sudden change of pace, “you won’t cum till i tell you to, understand?” the singer strains out in between grunts and thrusts. he manages to look up at the mirror — at your fucked up face. he cups your chin, making you look at the mess he made of you through the mirror.

“d’ya see this — that’s my gorgeous girl being shagged clean by draco mother fucking malfoy.” with ever thrust deep in you, you looked weaker than the last. “who’s the good little girl right in front of me?” you couldn’t answer — the pleasure was too much for you to handle, “say it, y/l/n.” he brought his hand to your tit instead, still watching your reaction through the mirror. “m-me, i’m your good little girl.” breathed out inbetween moans, draco was turned on so bad by you, he could cum right there. and he did. followed by you, both you cummed together through breathless air.

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pairing: draco malfoy x reader

sypnosis: "i hope i never see what your face looks like going. a face, i swear, that i could spend my whole life knowing"

warning: not proofread, lowercase writing.

note: i hope you like this totally fluffy sweet oneshot. is it obvious i'm currently back in my slytherin boys era? if this does well, i'll post my other wip. :) leave a comment if you want more of these. love, 𑣲hydrangea.ᐟ

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draco malfoy, without fail, steals your blanket every single night.

it wasn't intentional—at least, he says. In his sleep, he somehow manages to wrap himself into a burrito, leaving you shivering beside him for the rest of the night.

groaning, you nudged him through his burrito of a thick weighted blanket. "you did it again." no answer. you sneer, he probably didn't hear you from the privilege of hogging the entire thing.

"draco!" you whisper-yelled, poking again. this time, your boyfriend groans. one eye opens, looking at the thick layers of fabric on top of him. "i don't know what you're talking about." he said huskily, closing his eyes again and comfortably snuggling into his pillow.

"you literally have all of it, you hog." he groans, shushing you. clearly, it wasn't working. so you thought of something better. smiling to yourself, you wormed your way under the blanket, collapsing across his chest instead. laughing against his chest, his hand instinctively finding it's way to the curve of your back. "there." you murmured, "problem solved."

"you planned this all along, didn't you?" you accused after a moment of silence, and all you got was a smirk and a kiss to your forehead.

-

"you should get that." you barely looked up from your tea when you spoke, leaning against the kitchen counter as you heard the doorbell. "you should." draco said in agreeable tone from the dining table, reading over his reports from work.

you glare, "i asked first."

he takes one look at you, huffs, and then stands up to walk over to the door. grinning victoriously, you smiled into your tea as you watched him walk out the door.

draco's face turns into an awkward grimace as he turns the knob. "don't watch me leave, it's awkward." he said, picking up the daily prophet and a package from his mother. laughing, you threw your head back in amusement while he walked over to the counter where you stood. draco hands you the daily prophet, and grabs a cutter to open the package.

"merlin… are these my jumpers from fifth year?" he sighs, chuckling as his hands rested on his hips. you peek, shrieking in delight as you see it. you took the jumpers out and brought it to your face, feeling the material. "they don't even fit me anymore. you know, 'cause of these big muscles." he smirks, a smug look in his eyes as he flexed his arms.

rolling your eyes, you chuck the jumper at his face. "your ego is still astounding until today." draco lets out a huff of laughter, shaking his head. "you love me."

"this is adorable, so tiny." you grin, holding it up. "our kids will probably wear this, someday."

draco scoffs, taking a bite out of your scone. "as if, my kids won't wear hand-me-downs." and to that you roll your eyes.

"our kids," you corrected, "will definitely wear hand-me-downs. our daughter will love my collection of pearls and dresses." you smiled, and draco laughs.

"right, our kids."

- the lights were dim, the rain was once again pouring and the two of you were huddled together in bed. your legs were tangled, desperate for warmth. the two of you coexisted in the silence, reading a book while draco reads articles from the ministry of magic.

he was reading the ministry's section of the whereabouts of death eaters in the battle four years ago. it still kept him awake at night. wondering. worried. afraid. he knew his mother was in hiding. his father in azkaban.

you notice the absent look on his face. you grab the article and quickly hide it in one of the drawers of your bedside table. "nothing's going to happen, honey. it's been two years." you spoke gently, caressing his arm.

draco swallows his words, nodding. he leans into your touch, relaxing minute by minute. "i'm just scared. i don't want to lose this. to lose you."

you smile, looking at him as if that was absurd. "that's never happening. it's you and me forever." draco chuckles quietly, shaking his head with a smile on his face.

"forever isn't real, darling." he says, and you roll your eyes booing him. "do you have no whimsy?" you groan. he chuckles, his hands snaking their way up to your waist and started torturing tickling you. in a fit of laughter, you tried to push him off.

"i was joking, you silly girl." he grins, continuing his attack. in broken gasps, you managed to get his hands off. you sighed, rolling your eyes.

"you sure you want forever with me?" he jokes, and you elbow his side.

with a fake frown, you nod. "i could get used to this face forever, even if he tortures me."

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the storm only grew louder. hugging your arms to yourself, the familiar green and grey sweater from hogwarts cling to your skin. the house was cold. empty. silent. you opened the cabinet over the stove, grabbing two mugs. the box on the counter was almost full, your hands suddenly felt clammy as you placed them in along with the other things.

wiping your hands against your pants, you moved around aimlessly, your life packed into average boxes. your feet padded into the bedroom, the walls felt tight and the bed…

the blanket still laid messy in the middle, unfolded. it still smells exactly like him.

the door was mocking you. the mugs were taunting.

nothing could have warned you for that day. nothing.

"i have to go." he said hastily, already heading towards the door. you almost choke. "what?" you asked, blinking. the words felt heavy, it made you uneasy. it made you want to throw up.

"leave. i-i have to leave, y/n" he didn't meet your eyes. he couldn't. "there are… there are people looking for my father. if i stay…"

"no… no, draco. we can figure something out!" frantic, you walked closer to him in hopes to make him stay. he shook his head. "i'm sorry. there's nothing we can do."

you choked on your tears as you watched him turn the knob, he smiles sadly and finally looks at you. "don't watch me leave." he said, his voice was small and trembling.

the tears dropped before you knew it, you tried to smile and shake your head. "i won't." but you did.

falling to the ground, you hug your knees to your chest. his jumper reminded you of easier times. when the two of you were only teenagers, not a care in the world. a million promises, baby names you'll never get to use, a face that once promised forever.

black lace ~ Draco. L. Malfoy

all characters are aged up to 18+

this is my first time writing smut so i hope it’s ok! enjoy x

Draco's silver eyes burnt into yours as he marched off of the quidditch pitch, his team defeated by Gryffindor’s for the fourth time this season. The eye contact was intense and almost frightening. He had never been good at losing, but when it came to losing against Potter? Well he would rather die. Angry just simply wasn't the right word to even begin describing how Draco felt. He was seething, if it was possible without the side effects of a pepperup potion he would have steam coming out of his ears. His eyes finally left yours as he exited the pitch.

Pulling off his boots and throwing his broom down onto the floor of his solo dorm. He slammed the door behind him and ran his fingers through his platinum hair. His blood was boiling.

There was small rap on his door, he contemplated even answering it before walking over and throwing it open, ready to scream at the first person he saw. But the person standing there was you. 

You gave him a warm smile, Draco on the other hand wasn’t so gentle. Before you could get any words out he grabbed you by your arm and shut the door behind you. His lips crashed into yours, he was angry and rough. His fingers tangled in your hair pulling you forward, closer into him. You pull away slightly, “I'm guessing you're upset that you lost?” your voice teasing and coy,

“Don’t you dare play with me right now” his voice is a low growl and he throws you forward onto the mattress, the sheets becoming a mess around you. Draco stared you down, slowly walking towards you whilst pulling his tie off, and then his shirt and then very slowly his belt. He towers above you just staring into your soul. Then he grabs at your shirt, buttons fly across the room as he drags it off over your head. He paws at your black lace bra, a soft moan escaping your lips as he does. Your skirt is next, he kisses slowly down your waist, his eyes never leaving yours. You shiver as his fingertips skim your waistband, he yanked down on your skirt revealing the matching panties. His breath hitches and he runs his tongue along the inside of your thighs. You throw your head back as he reaches your clit. He flicks his tongue over it through your panties as he watches you squirm. 

He pulls away from you slowly revealing how wet the lace covering you was, he let out a low laugh. “You want me that bad, huh doll?” you don’t answer him, you're too busy hiding your face in your hands. Draco grabs your wrists, pulling them away from your face. “Answer me when I speak to you.” His voice was harsh. “... I do…” you manage to force out. That seems to satisfy him enough because within seconds he pulled the panties off you and kicked off his own trousers. He grabbed your ankles pulling you to the end of the bed and shoved your legs over his shoulders. He moved his cock up and down your sensitive pussy making you shudder. “You’re so wet for me baby” without giving you a chance to collect yourself, Draco slammed himself into you, you let out a yelp as the stinging sensation of being stretched coursed through you. His calloused hands gripping your hips and pressing you deeper into the mattress. Beads of sweat glistened over his defined abs and collarbones, he was so handsome when he was buried inside you. Your fingers grasped his back, nails digging into skin. Your lips parted letting moans escape as he hammered back and forth into you, the sound of skin against skin echoed around the dorm. His hands moved from your hips, up your legs, and gripped your ankles, holding you against him. “No one can fuck you like i can, huh doll” his voice breathy, you couldn’t reply. Tears pricked in your eyes from the sheer pleasure of it as his cock drags across your g spot again and again and again. “Fuck- nghh Draco” you couldn’t take it for much longer but this only made Draco speed up, slamming into you harder with every thrust “you’re gonna make me cum doll” his let go of one ankle to grab your jaw, biting his bottom lip as he did so. He pressed your face into the blankets as his moaning got louder. 

author’s note: this is my personal interpretation of Draco based on his canon personality and how I believe he would genuinely behave when liking and dating someone. since we mostly see him through Harry’s perspective, parts of his private personality are naturally open to interpretation, but I’ve tried to keep his established traits, flaws and circumstances in mind. I’d genuinely love to hear what you think, whether you agree, disagree, or have anything you would add.

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When he likes you

Draco would probably dislike the feeling of liking someone if it meant he could no longer remain completely in control of the situation. He is extremely concerned with pride, reputation, and the balance of power between himself and other people.