Latest Posts by 24hrsoflanii - Page 2
me staring at my future s/o who literally just met me and has no idea who I am
like he don’t know it yet but that dick IS MINE
permashifting after the election because oh god
Shifting culture is…
𐙚 2025's gonna be the year of the spoiled for master manifesters .𖥔˚
— But only if you persist persist persist!
mood lately
My everyday question
„ive been trying for 4 years and still haven’t shifted“
okay let’s be honest how many times in those 4 years have you actually tried to shift? 😬😬
Petition to stop Jd Vance from ever discussing women’s healthcare again
Ion even really need the head cannon I just fucking hate JD Vance andddd Donald Trump 🤣🤣
BATMAN TITTY WINDOW
Now that I got your attention, how would you like up to 4 personalized headcanons?
The deal is simple.
For the first headcanon, anyone can participate, regardless of age or location. All you gotta do is reblog this post with the tag JD Vance fucked my couch and DM me the link.
For the second headcanon, if you are 18 years or older in the United States, check your voter registration in 30 seconds and send me a screenshot confirming you are registered to vote (with personal info redacted, your identity isn't interesting enough for me to steal).
For the third headcanon, send me a 1-2 sentence summary of your Election Day plan. Studies show that a big reason people don't vote is because they don't have a concrete plan for doing it. Don't be a statistical jackass.
Finally, anyone who does all of the above and is in a swing state gets that fourth sweet, sweet headcanon.
I'll be doing this from now until 12:00 PM EST on November 5th. Headcanons will also be publicly posted for your enjoyment if given permission.
BIG WIN FOR THE DC COMMUNITY TODAY.
MEGAN THEE STALLION as Starfire for Halloween 2024
When someone asks me about my plans for future but I plan to shift for the rest of eternity
The way i love skater boy tim drake is insane.
You don't choose to shift.
You don't create it.
You don't create your dr(s).
Your dr(s) don't magically appear once you shift.
The moment you GOT into shifting was when YOU SHIFTED. Meaning, you ALREADY DID the moment you discovered about it. You shifted to a reality where this opportunity was given to you. Now all you need to do is know your dr selves, friends, s/o are already there with you. They are living what you are scripting. You only need to align and act as if you're already there.
During the day, at school or at work or whatever, imagine you doing this in your dr instead. Imagine going to your hp school with ur friends. Or go to work, on a movie set if you're an actress, or get your Oscar, Billboard or whatever if you're famous. Its tough when you don't script every detail but if you're good at maladaptive daydreaming its not a problem. USE IT. Go to sleep as if you'll wake up there as any other day. If you don't- wdym you DO. You affirm it.
So Let's try something that you'll do starting tomorrow or next week:
- Script or think about a basic day you're experiencing in your reality you're shifting to. Work, activities, who you're with...
- during the day affirm throughout the day that you're there "isnt it wonderful to do this/be in my ideal reality" or whatever
-imagine your dr self so you, instead of your cr self doing whatever you're doing. Daydreaming, have fun in your imagination.
-go to sleep as if you're there, as if you have stuff to do tomorrow. Go to an award show, see your dr friend, fight enemies, have a date with your s/o..
And thats it. That's all you gotta do. Practice this with me and reblog or comment your success story, because you will have one.
Someone’s talks abt superboy and robin and I’m js like
Do you mean loser nerd robin and cool cloned superboy?
Or the stabby stab stab robin and ray of sunlight superboy?
Alfred my love. I just this man is amazingly cool.
And suddenly the words "I want to permashift" come out of my mouth which isn't weird because as a child I always wanted to escape
And once again the day is saved, thanks to the Batgirls!
i am.
I am in my DR
I am pure consciousness
I am a master shifter
I am
I am
I am
I am
I am
I am
I am
I am
I am
I am
I am
I am
I am
I am
I am
I AM
I AM
I AM.
Now get your lazy ass and go shift before some 10yo will get your s/o.
(thank you beyoncé)
The Wildcard!
pairings ⸺ Mother! Harley Quinn x Child! Reader.
(PLATONIC FIC)
¿Request? Yes!
This is a Headcanon!
sinopsis ⸺ Being a kid raised under the Joker’s wing isn’t exactly what anyone imagines when they talk about a "good childhood." I mean, it’s not like you’re gonna get bedtime stories when your father figure is a psychopathic clown, right? Although, now that I think about it, he probably did tell you stories before bed—just that his versions ended with explosions and maniacal laughter instead of happy endings. You never really know with him.
But, hey! There was always mom Harley. And while she wasn’t exactly the classic model of a devoted mother, Harley definitely had her moments. Those times when she’d look at you with those big, wide eyes and promise she’d protect you from everything, even from herself. And that says a lot, considering that sometimes even she didn’t know who she needed to protect herself from.
warnings ⸺ Fluff and Angst, Platonic Cuddling, ¿OOC Harley? Idk, Disturbing Content, Street Fights, Violence, Blood, Trauma, Phobias.
A/N ── Yes, damn it, yes! My first request! Thank you so much, really, thank you! No need to clap, I’ll get all blushy uwu. I put all my love and care into this. Hope you enjoy it to the fullest!
In reality, you were not her biological child. She knew that very well, and moreover, she knew that Mr. J would never want a child with her. In fact, it had never been part of the plan. "Kids are a hassle" the Joker would say, with that shrill laugh that coursed through his body like an electric shock. And Harley, well, she didn't exactly want a baby either. Until she found you.
Harley found you among the rubble, covered in blood, although it wasn't yours (at least that's what she hoped). You couldn't have been more than five months old, and there was no trace of your mother. At that moment, her intentions weren't exactly maternal, but what could you expect from a criminal at 2 AM? However, something in your little eyes disarmed her. You were small, defenseless, and upon seeing you… well, she simply couldn't resist.
Thus began your life with Harley Quinn. It wasn't the most typical childhood, that's for sure. Mr. J saw it as just one of his whims, and as long as you didn't cry and stayed out of his business, you were welcome. According to him, it was easier to raise a little clown from childhood.
To begin with, your toys were not exactly "age-appropriate." Mr. J had a fixation with explosives, so more than once you found yourself playing with what you hoped was an innocent candy box, only for Harley to shout from across the room: "Honey, no! That's not a toy, it's dynamite! Give me that!"
Ah, motherhood. A tough job, yes, but also something Harley never thought would come to her in such an… unexpected way. In her former life, when she was still Dr. Quinzel, she envisioned a normal existence, perhaps with a good job that would provide stability. But well, one thing led to another, and there she was, raising a baby who wasn't biologically hers, but whom life —and Gotham— had placed in her arms. And although her life with the Joker was total chaos, she always made sure of one thing: that you were safe.
In her twisted way of seeing the world, Harley protected you even from him, from Mr. J himself. She knew how unpredictable the Joker could be, so she did everything possible to make sure you were never in the same room for too long. And even though it sometimes seemed like the Joker didn't even notice your existence, Harley made sure to keep that distance. "I want you to be different" she would tell you while fixing your hair with a smile, "I don't want you to end up fistfighting with Batman like mommy."
Harley loved playing with you, especially at being doctors. There was something almost nostalgic for her in that, as if every time she saw you healing your dolls, a small part of the old Dr. Quinzel awakened within her. She loved seeing you with your toy stethoscope, focused as if you were in the middle of a serious operation.
"Mom! Miss JeanieBeanie had a broken heart, and I healed her with words! Just like you told me." Harley smiled, that big, bright smile that only she could make, and although she always tried to maintain the toughness of her persona, she couldn't help but let a tear escape. "Ah, sweetie, you're a genius."
And then, of course, there was the topic of school. You couldn't attend school known as the Joker's kid, that was for sure. So with a little colorful dye, a lot of makeup in the morning, and some nice clothes, Harley would take you to school incognito, as if you were a completely normal child. At least, she tried to make you seem that way. The first days were a disaster, though.
It wasn't that Harley didn't trust the school's safety, but, of course, being the Joker's Queen left her paranoid. So there she was, lurking around the windows of your classes, hiding behind bushes, trying to ensure that no madman would come in with a Kalashnikov to disrupt your school life. Sure, she was kicked out most of the time, but she always returned. Harley always returned.
Sometimes, when she couldn't see you during recess, she'd send you hidden messages in your lunchbox, with little doodles and silly jokes that made you laugh out loud. She worried a lot about you not making friends. "Remember, sweetie, if any kid bothers you, just smile like me and show them who's boss. But don't hit them, okay? Save that for later."
When the Joker finally broke up with her, it was a disaster, like a train derailing in slow motion. But just like with everything else, Harley made sure that the blow didn't fall on you. She never let Mr. J's chaos reach you because you were her priority, her sweetie. So, holding her hand, you left with her without looking back, with her suitcase in one hand and a bat in the other.
Since then, life became a bit more complicated, but also freer. Harley and you had to make do by stealing to survive, moving from place to place until ending up in a small apartment in Gotham's Chinatown. It wasn't the best area, but hey, it had charm. There, the nights were long, the walls thin, and the sounds of street fights mixed with your laughter while you tried to do homework and Harley gave you "life advice" that included how to escape from the police in style.
"Do you know what's faster than a bullet?" she'd say while looking at your face painted in bright colors before running off with a stolen shopping cart. "You, with the right attitude!"
Harley let herself go with alcohol during some tough times, but she always kept you away from that dark side. Sure, she bought a hyena and named it Bruce, which was simply hilarious. Bruce, like that perfect man on the magazine covers that you both secretly adored. "Bruce, come here, let's go for a walk!" you'd hear her shout down the street, and the neighbors wouldn't even blink. It was Gotham, after all.
By then, you were almost done with school. Amid the chaos of your life, you made a friend... Damian something (Wayan or something like that, you were bad with names). He wasn't the friendliest person in the world; in fact, "brat" would be a kind description, but for some reason, he intrigued you. "Mom says that if a boy or girl seems cute to you, you should go for it!" you told him once, repeating Harley's wise advice. Of course, Damian just looked at you like you were the weirdest thing he'd ever seen (and mind you, he had seen weird things; he's 'friends' with the nerd Jon). And although he maintained his air of arrogance, you found him adorable in a way that even he didn't understand.
Some nights, Harley and you would just lie on the rooftop of some building, looking at the lights of Gotham. With bags of marshmallows stolen from a grocery store, you'd roast them with a lighter while she told you stories. But not normal stories, rather ones involving car chases and explosions. No princesses and castles, more like villains and spectacular escapes. Sometimes, Selina Kyle would join in. "It's easier than you think" she'd say, winking at you while showing you how to sneak into a museum without setting off the alarms. It was never a typical childhood, but it sure was entertaining.
When Harley joined (temporarily) the Birds of Prey, things started to improve a little. You had more people around you, like a dysfunctional family you didn't know you needed. The girls tried to be a good influence, although with Harley, that was always relative. But at least there were fewer explosions and more quiet nights; just that "quiet" in Harley's terms meant motorcycle races, sporadic thefts, and bar fights. Pure fun!
And occasionally, Ivy, her "friend," would come to visit them. You thought she was amazing, so elegant, so calm... You knew there was something more there. "Kiss already!" you shouted at them once, laughing, watching how Harley blushed slightly while Ivy rolled her eyes with a smile.
But despite everything, Harley never stopped being an incredible mom, in her own way. On the toughest nights, when you'd curl up in her lap after a long day, she'd stroke your hair and whisper, "You know, sweetie, I never thought I'd be a mom, but you're the best thing that ever happened to me." And although it wasn't a typical motherhood, there was something comforting in knowing that amidst all that chaos, you could always count on her.
So, amid thefts, stolen marshmallows, and moments filled with love, Harley gave you a childhood that wasn’t normal, but was filled with adventures, laughter, and unconditional love. And what more could you ask for when you have Harley Quinn as your mom?
A/N ─── My first request uwu~ I’m so excited! I really hope I did it well, and that you all like this little headcanon. I put all my love into it, so if you have more ideas or want to request something, don’t hesitate! I’m here for whatever you need.
Take a bath!
as most girls do
That's it.I am not living this bitch's messed up life anymore.
TIME FOR THE VOID STATE!!!!!!
Finally fucking shifted