How To Actually Set Intention To Reality Shift.

tarot reader. clairvoyant. historian.

my marauders dr.

mango colt looks like she knows something that you don’t: which probably is true because she can see the future. she was always seen in her hometown as the ‘weird’ one . . . . not in a negative sense, but she had just certain tastes who were quite uncommon. her trinkets mean everything to her !! weird laps, dolls, mugs, pillows, rings, snow globes, clocks. everything in her room seems to have a piece of her soul (in a good way…) and she also reads a lot of books, muggle and wizardry. her personal favourites are frankenstein and the arthurian legends. she also writes a lot in her journals; now fourteen, she started writing something in her diaries everyday, she has now over 20 of them. she always carries her current one in her bag.

next destination : hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. with her childhood bestfriends !

“you should appreciate this reality more, it might help!”

me: *takes a good hard look at this reality* uhm… no <3

why appreciate the reality where people’s rights are being taken away when i can be in a reality where things like homophobia, racism, ableism, etc. don’t exist? 🤨

it’s another level of friend breakup when u remove them from ur scripts 😭

can we forget about the terms “3d” and “4d” and everything else. it was helpful at first when it came to understanding the loa but now it just overcomplicates it for some of y’all. before any of you guys learned about loa, you were already manifesting unconsciously. when manifesting, you were never like “okay so I have to have it in my 4d for it to show up in my 3d” you just had an assumption which turned into reality. when you overcomplicate manifestation, it gets complicated and it’s as simple as that. you said loa was hard, so it was hard. you said loa was easy and effortless, so it’s easy and effortless. manifesting is literally just deciding a desire. you don’t have to believe it, you don’t have to feel it, you just have to state that it’s true so it’s true. you said you’re rich so you’re rich. it’s instant. time delay doesn’t exist unless you make it exist and the only way you can do that is if you decided that it exists. so forget about the terms 4d or 3d and just decide your desire and tell yourself that it’s true. if you said it’s true, it’s true. thats simply just the law. think/affirm in your favor (since affirming is just thinking) and that’s exactly what will show up in your life. matter of fact, stop separating the 3d and the 4d. although they are different things, think of them as a whole since your 3d is literally a reflection of your 4d. manifestation is life. your entire life you have been manifesting. ALWAYS. so why make it complicated now? you’ve been doing it your entire life, the only difference is that you’re consciously doing it or being aware that you’re doing it but being aware of the fact that you are constantly manifesting shouldn’t change how easy it is. manifesting is literally so simple. affirm that you have a desire/think in favor of your desire and BOOM! just like that, your desire INSTANTLY manifests.

　　　the chronicles of emma's marauders dr. . . ౨ৎ the autumn air at hogwarts had a peculiar bite that year. a nip that whispered, “change is coming,” as though it were a narrator leaning out of a brontë novel. for emma, however, that sixth year began not with the rustling leaves of destiny, but with the sound of the whomping willow absolutely walloping someone into oblivion.

by breakfast the next morning, the great hall was alive with its usual din of students scarfing down toast and pumpkin juice. but dumbledore’s announcement, delivered with a kind of tragic grandeur, like a king recounting the fall of troy, was anything but ordinary. the morning news announcer had met their untimely demise (or at least a rather severe concussion) courtesy of hogwarts' most aggressive tree.

emma, seated at the gryffindor table with a crumbling croissant in hand, felt a spark behind her glasses that could have lit a thousand chandeliers. galleons. no, gringotts vaults. flashed in her mind’s eye. “oh.... merlin,” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the clatter of plates. the phrase wasn’t prayerful; it was jubilant.

by the time lunch rolled around, she was already halfway to mcgonagall’s office, the smell of opportunity thick as honey in the air. Interviews for the new morning news announcer would be conducted posthaste, and emma, prefect, gryffindor, academically formidable with a surname prestigious enough to make even lucius malfoy raise an eyebrow, knew the position was hers. the word "interview" was merely a formality, like calling the sky "blue" or history "long."

the waiting area was a dreary corridor with an unenthusiastic fern wilting in the corner. beside her sat a fourth-year whose nerves were strung tighter than a violin in a vivaldi concerto. “sooo… you’re trying out to be the morning announcement person too?” emma asked, her tone casual, like she was asking about the weather or whether the one who shall not be named preferred tea or coffee.

the boy stammered, every word tripping over the last like lemmings hurling themselves into the abyss. “y-yeah… i th-think it would be r-really f-fu-fun! and it’d ra-raise my s-s-s-self-esteem.” he finished with a hopeful grin, as though emma might pat him on the back and say, good for you, sport.”

emma did not.

when mcgonagall called his name—"mike"—and he shuffled inside, emma stifled a laugh that threatened to bubble up like cauldron foam. alone at last, she leaned back, legs crossed, eyes half-lidded with feline confidence. “oh, i’ve got this job in the bag,” she muttered, the phrase curling in the air like smoke from a witch’s cauldron. sure, she had her very famous anonymous newsletter...but...she had to get her voice further out there. she had to destroy coriolanus snow.

but then, because fate loves a good plot twist, third-year boy plopped down beside her, exuding the kind of overconfidence usually reserved for heroes in bad adventure novels. “who are you?” emma asked, her voice a scalpel of disinterest.

“kacey millard,” he replied with a flourish, his voice dripping with self-importance. "i’m in third year, and people have always told me i have the voice of an angel dipped in butter.” he grinned, unrepentant. “my friends call it ‘audible chocolate.’ i’m here to get that chocolate on the airwaves.”

emma’s grimace could have soured milk. before she could formulate a reply dripping with the venom of a brontë antagonist, mcgonagall emerged, dismissed mike, and gestured at emma.

inside the office, the air was heavy with that peculiar authority mcgonagall always carried. “read this,” the professor instructed, handing emma a sheet of parchment.

emma adopted an expression so innocent it could’ve been sold at a toy shop. “professor...excuse my french, but what’s a ‘moronic old hag of a woman’?”

mcgonagall blinked, bewildered. “what? why are you asking me that?”

“well,” emma began with the sweetness of a poisoned apple, “it’s just that the..kid.. kacey said that’s what you were.”

when emma stepped out of the office, kacey was waiting, his face alight with misplaced optimism. she gave him a slow, toothy grin that could have made the mona lisa blush. he looked horrified.

the morning at hogwarts dawned with the crispness of parchment freshly unfurled. the kind of air that whispered secrets through the castle’s draughty corridors. emma, perched at the head of the gryffindor table, was already flipping through the day’s announcements with the air of someone holding a map to buried treasure. and fully prepared to narrate the excavation. her prefect badge glinted under the enchanted ceiling, and her quill was poised to scribble some commentary.

by mid-morning, the great hall’s enchanted speakers crackled to life, carrying emma’s dulcet tones to every corner of the castle. her voice was bright and poised, the kind of tone that one might mistake for innocence… until it wasn’t.

“morning, hogwarts,” she began, the voice drawing out the attention of even the most half-asleep students. “these are the morning announcements, and i am emma [...]. all forms for the schoolbook must be handed to mr. flitwick in his office by the end of the school day today.” she paused, humming lightly in mock thoughtfulness. “doesn’t seem like they gave us a lot of notice on that. oh well.”

her quill twirled idly as she read on. “for lunch today, the great hall will be serving a variety of foods from europe… in celebration of… europe week.” she paused again, this time with a languid sigh. “remember when we used to have a more broad variety of foods? i mean, what has happened to our school? this school is transforming into something really bad. and why? because we have leadership that doesn’t care. i’m talking, of course, about our student body president, coriolanus snow.”

somewhere in the middle of potions, coriolanus (also known as emma's nr one biggest rival, so much so, that lily coined it a cold war) rolled his eyes, a gesture as elegant as it was disdainful. his quill paused mid-stroke, though he didn’t bother looking up from his parchment.

emma’s voice carried on, growing bolder with every syllable. “ever since coriolanus was elected student body president, this school has started a rapid decline towards some… socialist regime, where students no longer have a voice.” she let the silence that followed sit for just a beat too long, perfectly calibrated for dramatic effect.

“the astronomy tower will be closed off today,” she continued, picking up the parchment again. “all students in the astronomy class will be meeting in the divination classroom instead.” there was an audible rustle as she tossed the parchment aside. “oh, so now the school is using money to do something to the astronomy tower. how old and outdated is our quidditch field? what other school has a 400-year-old quidditch field? our school president is turning this whole place into communist russia. it’s not a coincidence that once coriolanus snow took off, this school started falling apart at the seams. your professors don’t want to tell you, but they are scared, and they should be. because the very fabric of this school is tearing in all corners.”

a few students exchanged wide-eyed glances. somewhere, a hufflepuff whispered nervously, “oh, jeez.”

emma, unfazed and evidently thriving, leaned back in her chair. she held the microphone with one hand, the other gesturing grandly as though she were conducting an orchestra. “but, hey,” she said, her tone pivoting seamlessly to mock humility, “i’m just a normal kid just like you, except that i ask questions. and because i’m brave enough to ask questions, i come under scrutiny.” she paused for effect.

“is coriolanus using your hogsmeade galleons to buy narcotics? probably not. but how can we know?! i don’t want my hogsmeade money going to drugs! who’s taking these drugs? is coriolanus letting them? what would be the point? i’m asking questions.”

the broadcast ended with a resounding click as the speakers cut off abruptly. likely due to professor mcgonagall storming into the broadcast room and yanking the magical connection herself. but the damage, as they say, was done. by the time the echoes of emma’s words faded from the hallways, her name was already on every student’s lips, a ripple of chaos spreading through the castle like fiendfyre. james and sirius were probably clapping somewhere in the classrooms. bravo.

she, of course, manipulated her way to being able to tell the morning announcements again.

“good morning, students,” she started one morning. “the quidditch team practices are friday afternoon. that is, of course, if our student body president does something about our abysmal quidditch field. i have a question: what does coriolanus snow actually do? he’s supposed to be the president, right? what is his agenda? he’s lying to everyone. or is he? let’s ask these questions.”

and that happened the next day.

“now i want to talk briefly about the state of our school’s economy. the bake sale last week was a complete failure.”

anddd the next.

“and besides that, who actually voted for coriolanus snow?” she plopped the paper on the table for dramatic effect. “i know i didn’t. and everyone who did is now scratching their heads and going, ‘whoops. guess i shouldn’t have done that.’”

andddd the next.

“i’m not in the student council. i’m just a normal kid like all of you, and like all of you, i want to know what has happened to my schkewl.”

soon, she had a full-on room dedicated to her. props and all. she even asked lily to give her muggle soundtape so she could add a little foreword music… it being ‘queen.’

“lunch today is going to be, as always, a feast without any apple pasties. again,” she sighed. “friends, our school is dying and you know it. you feel it. you’re like me, you wanna change it. but, oh no, coriolanus snow’s not going to let that happen. this is not the school that we grew up in. and i don’t know if i can get it back.”

the corridors of hogwarts were quiet, the sort of silence that felt like the school itself was holding its breath. emma’s footsteps echoed against the stone walls as she twirled her wand absentmindedly, her prefect badge catching the dim glow of the torches. beside her, coriolanus snow walked with his usual posture of practiced disdain, his robes pristine and his prefect badge gleaming as though it had never seen a speck of dust.

“you’re an idiot,” he said without looking at her, his voice cool and clipped, like a professor reprimanding a particularly unruly first-year.

emma, unbothered as ever, smiled up at him. “you’re going to have to be more specific. i’ve been called many things, but i like to know what particular brand of idiocy i’m being accused of tonight.”

he stopped walking, turning to face her with a look that could have frozen the entire black lake. “you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

she tilted her head, her expression a mask of innocence that only made him more exasperated. “oh, is this about the morning announcements? i thought i’d been doing quite a service to the school. rousing the masses, asking the tough questions, exposing corruption—”

“you’re calling me a communist.”

“technically,” she said, holding up a finger, “i’m calling you the architect of a socialist regime, which is much more nuanced.”

coriolanus pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a curse. “do you even understand how ridiculous you sound? me? a communist? i’m a pureblood slytherin with a lineage that practically glows in the dark from its superiority complex. my father was the minister of magic, for merlin’s sake.”

emma’s toothy smile softened slightly as she reached out and lightly tapped his arm with her wand. “relax, coryo. it’s just a bit of fun.”

“it’s not fun when half the school is whispering behind my back and the other half is calling me comrade snow,” he snapped, though there was a trace of something weary beneath the irritation. she suppressed a laugh. "merlin, first it was that reckless anonymous newsletter, now this."

she stopped twirling her wand and tucked it away, her grin fading into something gentler. “oh, come on. you don’t actually care what they think, do you? you’re coriolanus snow. nothing sticks to you. you’re like teflon.”

his brow furrowed, and for a moment, he looked almost…tired. “of course i care. do you have any idea how much i’ve worked to maintain my reputation? people like you can get away with this…this foolishness because everyone already adores you. but me?”

emma’s heart did a funny little twist at the vulnerability slipping through the cracks of his usual armor. “well, if it makes you feel any better,” she said, taking a half-step closer, “i’ve always thought you were brilliant.”

he blinked, caught off guard. “you have?”

“don’t let it go to your head,” she teased, her toothy smile returning. “but yes. i may not agree with…well, most of what you say or do, but you’re clever. ambitious, i suppose. you’ve got that whole dark and brooding thing down to an art form.”

for a moment, he just stared at her, his gray eyes searching hers as if trying to decide whether or not she was mocking him. then, almost imperceptibly, the corners of his mouth twitched upward.

“you’re insufferable,” he said, but his tone lacked its usual bite.

“you’re welcome,” she replied breezily.

they resumed their patrol, the silence between them lighter now, almost companionable. as they turned a corner, emma glanced at him from the corner of her eye. maybe she did...sort of cross a line.

“you know,” she said, her voice soft, “if it’s really bothering you, i’ll stop with the announcements. i don’t want to make things harder for you.”

he stopped again, looking at her with an expression she couldn’t quite read. “you’d do that?”

"sure,” she said, shrugging. “just say the word. i'm a bit too lazy to write all that stuff anyway.”

he hesitated, then shook his head. “no. if you stopped now, everyone would think i forced you. and besides…” he allowed himself a small, wry smile. “your idiotic ramblings are strangely…endearing.”

she laughed, a bright, clear sound that echoed through the empty corridor. “i’ll take that as a compliment.”

as they continued their patrol, emma couldn’t help but notice the faintest hint of warmth in his voice when he said, “don’t let it go to your head.”

What have you done?

i unfortunately will never come back from a shift to tell you guys about it . like once i’m out i’m OUT. getting tf out of here permanently because this reality really isn’t worth it like…………………. i’d much rather being actually FREE and SAFE. i’d much rather be valued as a person and live in a world where the concept of being a man/woman doesn’t exist. i’d much rather live in a world where governments don’t dictate. i’d much rather live in a world where people can do whatever tf they want whenever and wherever they want. yeah that’s all.

i 💓 scripting in my notebook 💓💓💓

alex consani is so beautiful i am stealing her face for my smosh dr . you heard me.

HOZIER: SELF-TITLED

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 an ask game themed off of hozier's debut self-titled album! reblog for asks and I hope this is fun! this is my first time making an ask game, so lmk what you think. inspired by @miaojune's short and extra sweet ask game (which you can find here!)

⛪ TAKE ME TO CHURCH — is there something you find yourself devoted to? is it a person? or is it an ideal? or something else? what makes you drawn to it or them?

🪽 ANGEL OF SMALL DEATH AND THE CODEINE SCENE — did you ever have a wild night out? was there anything less than legal there (it's okay I won't tell)? did someone go with you? did you go in a group? what was the aftermath?

🍼 JACKIE AND WILSON — if you have an s/o, do you want kids in your future? have you talked about it? if do you, have you made plans for them and your future family?

🌻 SOMEONE NEW — what makes you fall in love with life every day? it could be something big, like your s/o, or something smaller. what brings life to your day to day and makes life worth living?

⏳ TO BE ALONE — do you enjoy being alone? or do you find enjoyment around other people? is there something you like to do when you're alone? or is there someone you'd rather be alone with?

🐍 FROM EDEN — have you ever done something crazy for someone you care about? cross the country to meet them? show up in the middle of the night? throw a massive party? how did they take it?

🥀 IN A WEEK — is there a place you could spend hours or days in, just existing? what makes it so calming to you? is it the atmosphere? the people there? does it ever become hard to leave?

🪷 SEDATED — what do you do when you need a break from the world? is there an activity that grounds you? or a place that makes you feel more tethered? what about it makes you feel better?

🪦 WORK SONG — what carries you through a hard day? is it a thought of a person at home? a vision and passion for your future? what makes you keep going on those hard days?

💋 LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO — how did you meet your s/o? did you know each other since you were kids or did you meet in a drunken fling? did you like each other at first, or did you hate them, or was it love at first sight? tell us your meet-cute!

🐾 IT WILL COME BACK — is there something you keep coming back to over and over again? is it a person or something else? is it not so good for you, and if so, what drags you back every time?

🦋 FOREIGNER'S GOD — are you connected to your culture? did you grow up in it or find it later in life? is it important to you, or do you not care as much about it?

🍷 CHERRY WINE — have you ever had to deal with a terrible situation? was it with another person, maybe someone you cared about? how did you resolve it?

🌲 IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE — fun question! what's the craziest dream you ever had (that you can remember)? what made it so crazy? can you even remember all the details or did you wake up with fragments?

🌿 RUN — what is the best part (in your opinion) about your hometown or country? why do you love it? is there anyone else that shares your opinion?

🔥ARSONIST'S LULLABYE — have you ever acted on your impulsive thoughts? what happened and how did people react? did you get hurt or in trouble?