After School Ghost Theory 101 With Professor Fenton

If Ruggie can shove twenty people down the stairs on a regular day, can you imagine what he can do if he overblot

Percy “Don’t I get a kiss for luck?” and “Nobody touches her” Jackson THE MAN THAT YOU ARE

random shifting idea: buy/make a piece of jewellery that you would wear in your dr but not in your cr, like a friendship bracelet made by x character.

put it on before you go to bed (don't wear it in the day!!!), then when you're half asleep you'll affirm 'i can feel the bracelet from my dr on my wrist therefore i must be in my dr' and should shift.

this might help if you have difficulty visualising/imagining with realism or struggle with ignoring your cr body!!

I love the hc that Danny can't help but trigger this innate, subconscious fight or flight response in everyone he meets. I love it even more when it's the reason why he still gets bullied by Dash.

Truth be told, Dash grew up years ago. His mean streak had been a short-lived phase that left a bad taste in his mouth. The sudden influx of hormones brought on by the onset of puberty had apparently muddled his brain and left him emotionally stunted for the duration of his freshman year. He'd shoved nerds into lockers and stolen their lunch money. He sorely wishes he hadn't been so excruciatingly cliche.

But he'd somehow managed to unstick his head from his ass pretty quick and he hasn't laid a finger on anyone since - well, except for Fenton.

Fenton had always been the exception. Small and slouched, with a messy fringe that fell into his eyes. Danny Fenton always made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end whenever he walked past.

His arm would brush too close or his shoulder would bump into his in a crowded hallway and Dash's arm would lash out before he could even comprehend the accidental touch. Fenton would be pinned against a locker with Dash's forearm against his neck in the blink of an eye.

The funny thing is though, no one stops him. The other kids don't call him out and the teachers are always coincidentally absent.

Dash isn't a bully - at least not anymore. He helped Lester get his locker door open after a ghost attack left the damn thing jammed shut. He stays late after practice so the girls on the cheer team don't have to walk home when the sun starts dipping low. He holds doors open for the people walking behind him and even offers a polite smile. The other day he stopped to help some little kid struggling to tie their shoelaces.

He's trying to be better. His mom cried about how proud she was on his birthday last month and principal Ishiyama made a passing comment on how nice it was not seeing him in her office every week. He enjoys being nice to people. It's gratifying, and some kids have started coming up to him when they need help.

Once upon a time, Dash had been a chubby self-conscious kid who'd hit the gym as soon as his dad had gotten sick of his begging. Puberty had hit him like a truck and he'd started shaving a year before anyone else. Since then he'd bulked up and was far larger than the average high schooler. He'd been honing his reflexes for years and never drops the ball. He's the shield that everyone hides behind during ghost fights. He's big and strong and has damn good aim - which is better than nothing when going up against a ghost.

But there's something wrong with Fenton.

Danny makes sweat gather beneath his collar and Dash has to grind his teeth any time he walks past.

At least he's not the only one.

Kwan's hands are always clenched into fists when they walk past Fenton's locker, even if he's not there. It feels wrong to have your back to Fenton in the changing rooms and Lancer's the only teacher still handing Danny a detention slip - Dash suspects it's cause none of the other staff can stand to be alone with him for that long.

No one steps in when someone lashes out at the Fenton kid. No one says a word or runs towards the teacher's lounge when Dale has Danny by the arm, eyes wide and gripped so tight his knuckles turn white.

The hallway goes silent and the world steps back as Dash's team flank his sides while the front of Danny's shirt is bunched in his fist. His heart thuds against his ribs and pounds in his ears as Danny opens his mouth to make a sarcastic quip. Danny's always been a sarcastic, mouthy little shit, but Dash can't find it in himself to laugh, not while his body forms a physical barrier between Fenton and everyone else - not when Dash has him by the throat but he's the one feeling cornered and exposed. He has to dig his toes into the soles of his sneakers to resist running.

It's not normal.

Dash plays along, keeping his cool as he goes through the familiar routine. He spits out a pathetic insult that misses its mark and thumps Danny against his locker before dropping him to the ground.

It feels rehearsed, like he's stuck in a cycle he can't seem to break. It's one big act that Dash walks away from with adrenaline churning the contents of his stomach and sweat gathering in the palms of his hands. The hallway parts as Dash walks away. He spares a glance at Kwan, whose dark eyes are trained on the floor in front of him, his fists clenching at his sides, shaking under the fluorescent lights. Dash hides his own hands in his pockets. The one he had bunched in Danny's shirt trembles, his nerves vibrating with the sensation of pins and needles. It feels like static under his skin. He tries wiping it off on the inside of his jacket.

The entire student body of Casper high follows behind him.

the reliance on others to guide your journey.

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“i can’t shift. what should i do about it?”

you just admitted that you cannot shift, then asked how you can shift. those are two conflicting statements. if you don’t know how to shift — your body & what works / doesn’t work for you — how is somebody else, a stranger, supposed to know that ? you know yourself best. you are the only one who can help yourself.

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“i’ve been trying to shift & no method or routine works for me.”

this all boils down to something & that is the reliance on other people to tell you how to shift. i can give you everything that helps me; my books, my affirmations, my subliminals but at the end of the day that’s what helps me. information, that i have found through trial & error. everyone is different & not everything will help everyone. this is why not getting your heart set on one method or one way to do something is essential.

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during the peak of misinformation on shiftok, I don’t believe a lot of the misinformation was actual misinformation. people asked how to shift & people told them how they shifted & somewhere along they got misconstrued as a “how to” guide. if something helps you or doesn’t , it’s not misinformation. it’s a different way of doing things. think like doing math, there’s multiple ways to find the answer. people with learning disabilities (like myself) sometimes have to go the extra mile to have things make sense in our minds because not every mind is the same.

things take time, especially to perfect a craft. if you’re someone who draws or paints, you have to know the techniques & where to shade & where light hits the subject at certain points. if you’re someone who works out, you have to use certain equipment maybe or get into a habit of going to the gym. both of those take time & discipline. you don’t just pick up a pencil once & become one of the greats or walk on the treadmill for two minutes & instantly meet your desired result. it’s a routine.

no, you don’t have to have a routine but it’s beneficial. it can help hey you into a mindset, it can aid in your self confidence. if you’re confident, you will perform better. it gets you into a habit of something & making a habit out of something is the first step in being intentional & getting your mind & body into a mindset.

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I’ve been watching Danny Phantom and I get it. I get it now.

This show loves to make some offhanded comment, not a hint of consideration or concern in its tone, and just moves on without addressing it like that wasn’t the most creatively horrific concept this side of Nickelodeon. Shit makes up wackass lore on the spot and then disregards it immediately after, asks fascinating questions then looks at you funny when you try to answer them.

I now fully understand how this show has legions of fans dedicated to taking this somewhat mid cartoon and running so far with the implications of the premise they created an entirely different show that’s so much more interesting I’m upset it’s not real.

“my child is fine” your child shifts realities to live in and experience supposedly fictional worlds with better parents in them

I wish fandom would be treated like the lighthearted niche hobby it is and not like… a form of political activism which you must use to show off how woke you are

Amity Park is probably the only city you’ll ever find where haunted houses are a requirement for many aspiring homeowners and with real estate agents who heavily encourage you to get insurance for your house against ghosts.