Nothing beats going back and reading your script after a long time.
It just makes me think this is where my heart lays.
ENHYPEN DR. THE INTERNATIONAL DREAM GIRL.
THE INVITATION…
REI, the only female member of the American based K-pop group, ENHYPEN, is the global it girl. With her killer fashion sense, trendsetting abilities, insane range of vocals, versatile songwriting and producing abilities, there is no doubt she’ll leave her mark on this generation.
IN THAT DREAM,
Born as Reilly Iris Evermore on March 1, 2002, in Brisbane, Australia, Rei grew up in a big family. Raised in Brisbane, she was often at the beach surfing or swimming, on her family’s farm tending to the animals, or shopping with her siblings.
At the age of nine, her hobby for swimming shortly morphed into her dream of becoming an olympic swimmer. She proved this dream was very serious to her as she placed as the best swimmer on her schools swim team within the next six months. According to Rei, she grew up loving to stay busy so while juggling school and being on the swim team, she also pursued her love for dance after enrolling in a local dance studio at the age of ten. In the same year she also began writing songs with her sister, famously known as Lexi Jayde.
Rei’s love for songwriting and music definitely came from her parents because they were always playing music, no matter the occasion. Singing in the car, dancing at the dinner table, putting on concerts in her family’s living room, and even singing while tending to the farm was something Rei grew up around and also doing. She’d always gotten positive comments on her voice but decided she wanted to be even better at the age of twelve, so she asked her parents if she could get vocal lessons. Rei stated the lessons made her more confident in her singing abilities and broaden her range of songs she could sing.
In 2017, she along with her childhood best friend and member, Jake Sim, realized they wanted to pursue music after watching BTS perform at the American Music Award’s. After this, Rei attended her dance classes, singing lessons, and continued songwriting more frequently.
WHAT VISION AWAITS?
In 2018, Rei was named the youngest olympic gold medalist after winning first place in the women’s 200 meter freestyle swim at just sixteen. Praised for her performance and humbleness, Rei, known then as Reilly Evermore, was a name known all across Australia.
In 2019, Rei announced she would be leaving her swimming past behind and reaching for a new dream in music. Rei worked hard in both dance and singing classes for months while also working towards graduating. In May 2020, a few weeks after graduating from high school, Republic Records announced they would be holding global auditions for a global K-pop group they’d be forming.
Naturally Rei auditioned and passed. She beat 998 other Australians who auditioned. You may be wondering who the other person who passed was and that would be none other then her childhood best friend, Jake Sim. Rei and Jake flew to Los Angeles a week after getting the news of passing their auditions. In Los Angeles, they met the other members, Heeseung, Jay, Sunghoon, Sunoo, Jungwon, and Riki.
After training for three months to test their chemistry and skills, they started working towards their debut with the label. After two months of preparing their release and themselves, ENHYPEN debuted on November 30, 2021.
BURNING BRIGHT, ACROSS THE WORLD…
Their debut EP, BORDER : DAY ONE, skyrocketed in sales after their TV debut on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon. Their choreography along with their vocals for the title-track, Given-Taken, stole the hearts of fans and non-fans alike. Fans were very intrigued by the group because while all the members had their specialities, which were showcased during their documentary, Walk The Line, they all shined bright on stage, together.
With their second release, BORDER : CARNIVAL, in April 2022, ENHYPEN dived deeper into their vampire concept which drew more people in. Their sales heightened even more and have continued to do so ever since. In 2023, ENHYPEN attended and the 64th Annual Grammy Awards. In the following year they won their first Grammy for Best New Artist then performed their latest song at the time, Future Perfect (Pass The Mic). On April 12, 2025, ENHYPEN performed at Coachella and achieved the second highest YouTube livestream numbers for the festival with 250,000 total viewers.
Starting in August, they will embark on their second world tour, “Fate”, which will cover North and South America, Europe, Asia, Australia, and Africa.
OH, I LEAVE QUITE AN IMPRESSION!
Rei has continued to prove just how determined she is while being in ENHYPEN. She has helped write and produce all of the groups songs and has even helped write and produce for other artists such as Tate Mcrae, Sabrina Carpenter, Olivia Rodrigo, Gracie Abrams, Boys World, Chappell Roan, FLO, and Addison Rae.
Rei being known as the best songwriter and producer in Hollywood and as the global it girl, has artists, fans, and even non-fans praising her left and right. While her talents are show-stopping, so is her face card. Brands have been after Rei since she debuted but she didn’t accept her first brand deal until May 2021 with Calvin Klein. Since then she has stacked up brand deals with Miu Miu, Louis Vuitton, Vivienne Westwood, Coperni, Chanel, and rhode.
Talents and looks can only get you so far, so what about her personality? That of an angel. Ask anyone! Dubbed “Nation’s Best Friend”, Rei is noticed for treating others with such kindness as if she’s known them for years. She also gained this title by being connected with so many celebs and each of them having nothing but nice things to say about her. This coincides with her title, International Dream Girl, which she’s had since debut. It sparked by fans and artists across many different platforms saying they were automatically drawn to Rei, and that the atmosphere around her was beautifully alluring and beyond anything they’d ever seen.
Rei’s love for music has taken her a long way from her family’s farm in Brisbane and although music wasn’t her first love it certainly is her last along with a certain member of her group, but we’ll save that for later.
moodboard | reicore edit | my one and only | more to come…
in which your bf is even more awk then you..
authors note: f!reader so scared 2 post this.. i feel like its so ugh also not proofread! 2.2k words! m.list <3
You and Yuji were always so awkward around each other, to the point that it led to completely red faces and twitching fingers.
Sure, he was a lot more outspoken with strangers and friends, while you were always on the quieter side. And when you did get comfortable with someone, you tended to talk too much.
You envied Yuji a bit. He always knew exactly what to say, and even when he didn’t, he had the charm to make it work anyway. But it was more than that—he had this boyish charm that sent you reeling, making you kick your feet in your dorm room late at night, squealing into your pillow while playing Beabadoobee on repeat, thinking of him.
You still remember the first time you saw him—pink hair, wide brown eyes, and the cutest smile ever. You were smitten from the beginning. Too shy to talk to him, though. Then, during a mission, you had been paired up with him and Nanami. He kept trying to talk to you, making funny remarks or simply attempting conversation. At one point, he had stared at you, scrunching his face in pure confusion, as if analyzing some small detail. Then he pointed to the corner of your eye, where your glitter eyeshadow shimmered, and said, "That's really pretty." All while rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish smile.
He was the only person who ever really talked to you—aside from the forced interactions Gojo pushed onto others. You figured there had to be something wrong with you. You were too odd, always saying the wrong thing, laughing at the wrong time, tripping over your own two feet. No matter what, you never seemed to fit in or draw anyone’s attention.
That was until you met Yuji.
Even after that compliment—after the pale pink dusting your cheeks at this super cute, jacked boy noticing you—it still didn’t feel real. This only happened in shoujo anime, right? Yet, despite your awkwardness, despite the way you choked on a simple thank you like you were forcing down thick cherry cough syrup, Yuji just laughed it off. A deep chuckle that reverberated through his body and yours—light, airy, utterly intoxicating. You wanted to hear that laugh for the rest of your life.
He had rambled about makeup, specifically special effects makeup, explaining how he was a huge movie lover. Then he got super engrossed in talking about the behind-the-scenes aspects of some of his favorite films—Human Earthworm, which, he eagerly added, was a trilogy.
You barely said a word, too shy to contribute much. But he didn’t seem to mind. It was like all he wanted was someone to listen.
A few days after that mission, you had been speed-walking out of class after an awful day. Some girl from a higher-up class had made crude remarks about your appearance, and you swallowed them down like bile, trying to ignore them. But you had barely managed to hold it together because, later that morning, you had to present in front of everyone. Your hands were clammy, your words tumbling out like a mess of jumbled up alphabet soup, and the tiny class of sorcerers had laughed at your mishaps.
Then, not even twenty minutes later, some guy knocked into you, spilling your matcha all over your clean uniform. And, oh yeah—did I mention you had spent your last seven dollars on that matcha?
You grabbed your leather tote bag—buckles adorned with a Nana keychain, your purple jellyfish Sonny Angel peeking out for good luck—and rushed out of the classroom doors, heading across the open field back to the dorms.
Then, a strong hand and a voice too sweet to ignore stopped you in your tracks.
"Hey! Hey! You, uh, dropped thi—actually, I’m not sure what this is... A naked baby, it looks like? But it fell out of your bag."
Your entire body froze. Your heart pounded in your chest. You knew that voice.
Yuji Itadori. The sweetest, kindest boy ever. The boy you had a massive crush on. The boy who absolutely could not see you in the state you were in.
Panicking, you turned around, clutching your purse up to your face, burying yourself behind it in a weak attempt to hide your tear-streaked, mascara-smudged disaster of a face.
Yuji blinked, looking around the empty courtyard, then up at the clear blue sky, as if trying to understand what you were even hiding from.
"Hey, uh—"
"Ilooksgrossrightnowthatswhyimhidingmyface," you blurted out in one breath, voice muffled behind your bag.
Yuji just laughed—a full, lighthearted fit of laughter. "It's okay, but I think you’re always pretty."
Your grip on your purse loosened slightly, your face still half-hidden as you peeked at him through your lashes. "You do?"
He gave a sheepish nod. "Yeah." Then, after a beat, in a soft, hesitant voice, he asked, "Can I see your face? Um, uh—if that's okay with you or whatever."
He paused, then quickly added, "We can count to three if that helps?"
You swallowed hard and gave a tiny nod.
His hands hovered slightly before reaching out, hesitant but warm. "Can I, uh... help you with it?"
Your voice was barely above a whisper, but he seemed to hear it anyway. You nodded again.
His fingers wrapped gently around your wrists, steady and firm but not forceful. Then, with a soft countdown—"Three... two... one..."—he lowered your hands, revealing the mess that was your face.
Your beet-red cheeks. Your raccoon-like mascara stains.
Yuji’s eyes widened slightly as you hiccuped, trying desperately to suck in the snot threatening to form a bubble.
"My face is beet red, isn't it?"
He let out another laugh, this time softer. "Yeah... but so is mine."
You blinked, taking in his expression. The dusting of pink on the tips of his ears, the slight blush running up his nose, the way his eyes crinkled nervously.
You quickly began to rub at the smeared mascara around your eyes, flustered, when he hesitated—then took a tiny step closer.
"I can help?" he offered, voice quieter than before.
You nodded, unable to speak past your pounding heartbeat.
With delicate care, he lifted the sleeve of his uniform and gently wiped away the mess on your face.
Ever since that day, you and Yuji hung out more and more. He even introduced you to his friends, and you and Nobara quickly became best friends—though she heavily expressed her distaste for you dating Yuji, simply because “he’s gross, and you’re too good for him.”
Yuji was loud, outspoken, and seemingly everywhere at once, yet when he was alone with you, he was different. He was quieter—more hesitant.
Laying on your cramped twin bed, adorned with every single plushie he had ever won for you in the two months of dating, he looked so much softer. Your shabby dorm room at Jujutsu High was practically his at this point—he never left, always finding some excuse to be curled up next to you, legs tangled, warmth mingling between your bodies. Whether it was coming in late from a mission, all beat up so you sat him on your toilet to bandage his wounds because you knew he wouldn’t care enough to do it himself, or a simple, “I miss you.. and the way you smell.”
But despite this level of comfort and closeness, you were both still utterly awkward around each other. Even now, lying in bed with your pinkies barely ghosting the space between, desperate to touch but too afraid to bridge the gap. Sure, you’d wake up tangled together as Yuji hogged the covers, but that was always after exhaustion had taken over—when neither of you had the energy to be nervous. But this? This was different. You were both awake, wide awake, too aware of every movement the other made. The soft shuffle of his weight against the bed, the slight twitch of your fingers, the low whirring of the crappy fan in your room, the faint vibration of his unchecked phone.
Yuji only ever got notifications when they were important, and you both knew that. But he didn’t care. It was like nothing else existed outside this moment. Whoever needed him would have to stomp into this room and physically drag him away from the dim glow of your orange-pink lamp, from the scent of your perfume clinging to the sheets he was laying on.
When seconds felt like hours, you finally turned to Yuji to say something—anything to break the tension. But just your luck, he turned at the exact same time.
His brown eyes bore into yours like he could reach in and grab your very soul with gentle hands, rewriting your entire being if he chose. You both stared, studying every subtle movement, every shift in expression, until the weight of it became too much. Suddenly, you were both too aware of each other.
The weight of it had both of you snapping your heads away, blushes creeping up your necks.
Yuji was always an awkward mess when he was alone with you— from fidgeting with the hem of his red Jujutsu hoodie, to walking around your room picking up random objects and pretending to be interested, like a kid trying to play coy.
He’d constantly go to grab your hand, only to let it fall last minute. He was completely different from how he was around others.
And now, here you both were—blushing, internally panicking over each other—until, when you turned to face him again, he was already hovering over you, peering down as if you were a fish in a fishbowl. You sucked in a breath, eyes wide, and whatever confidence he had for that split second disappeared in an instant. Because now, seeing you up close, so close he could count every speckle of glitter from your makeup, he lost all nerve and buried his face straight into the crook of your neck.
Which only made things worse.
Your shampoo, your perfume—the warm, sugary scent of it all sent his mind reeling. It made him want to kiss you even more than he already did, which, at this point, felt nearly impossible. He had been waiting for the right time, telling himself over and over that it had to be perfect. But the truth was, he had been thinking about it for months—spacing out in class, staring at your lips, wondering if they tasted like strawberries from the gloss you always wore.
And now here he was, completely surrounded by your scent, his hands twitching with the urge to pull you closer.
Before you could think, your fingers moved on their own, shaking slightly as they inched toward his hair, aching to tangle in his soft pink strands. But just as you moved, Yuji suddenly lifted his head, mustering every ounce of courage before blurting out in one rushed breath:
“Ireallywannakissyoucani?”
Then, immediately after, he smacked his hands over his face.
You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, heart hammering in your chest as you whispered, “Yuu…”
Slowly, you reached for his wrists, gently prying his hands away from his face. His skin was warm under your touch, his fingers trembling ever so slightly. You didn’t have to say the rest—he already knew what you wanted.
He pulled his hands from yours, biting at his lip as he laced his fingers with yours instead, pinning your hand to the pillow above you. He shifted, slotting his leg over yours, his other hand lifting to cradle your cheek, thumb rubbing soothing circles against your skin.
Your eyes flickered over his face, watching every shift in his expression as he leaned closer, breath mingling with yours.
“You’re so pretty,” he murmured, voice low, almost reverent.
He leaned in, inch by inch, breath mingling with yours. But before closing the gap, he hesitated. “You sure this is okay?”
You didn’t answer—not with words. Instead, you curled your fingers into the nape of his neck, tugging him forward, crashing your lips against his.
And it was everything.
The kind of kiss that made you slam your door shut before sliding down it in a fit of giggles.
His lips were warm and soft, tasting faintly of brown sugar. It sent your stomach swirling, the kind of feeling that made your chest ache in the best way possible.
When he pulled back slightly, a thin trail of saliva still connected you, his pink cheeks flushed, eyes lidded, like he needed to look at you just to make sure this was real.
Then, with newfound confidence, he kissed you again.
This time, when his tongue slid past your lips—hesitant, waiting for permission—you let him in without a second thought. The sensation sent a shiver up your spine, and a soft, involuntary moan escaped you. That sound alone had Yuji’s other hand moving from your face to your waist to grip your body closer to his.
Kissing Yuji was like ladybugs dancing on your skin. Like the jingle of the ice cream truck on a summer afternoon. Like the mist from a sprinkler lapping at your feet on a hot summer day as a child when your only care was scoring the best popsicle flavour. Like the first sip of hot chocolate when it grazes your tongue and cocoons your body in warmth, as you come in from the bitter sting of the cold. It was like being wrapped in blankets cozied up with a book. The only sound echoing is the pitter of the rain on the window.
It was everything good, everything sweet, like the taste of cotton candy melting on your tongue.
p.s i based the title on bea's lyric from glue song "don't forget to kiss me, or else you'll have to miss me"
i am officially divorced from this reality. paperwork done. lawyers hired. fees paid. went to court. the bitch can have the kids too because i'm not bringing that baggage with me. we're over.
it’s so awkward seeing ppl thirst over a character who’s related to you/your parent in your dr
this is such an amazing post!! it explains loa so well, I’m very sad a lot of shifters on tiktok still don’t know about loa and therefore are not applying it to their shifting journeys. It’s genuinely like a cheat code to for shifting.
or, why I've stopped trying to shift
hear me out!
I've stopped trying -- operative word there -- to shift. I'm still shifting to my desired realities, but I'm no longer trying to.
I think that some of us in the shifting community, especially those of us who have been trying to shift for multiple years, have started to inadvertently tie shifting to being something in this reality.
Look at it this way; most of us scripted that our devices like our phones or laptops are always fully charged. So, in our DRs, we won't ever have to hook our devices up to a charger. Thus, the act of using a charger is an event that you would experience in your CR only.
It's the same with trying to shift -- we would only have to try to reach our DRs if we were not already actively there. TRYING to shift means we're still in our CR. When you actively try to shift, you are telling your brain that you're not there.
It's commonly agreed that shifting is the act of becoming aware of a separate chosen reality. People who study the Law of Assumption are already familiar with the quote "You are already in Barbados." An equivalent to this would be "you are already in your desired reality."
If you are working towards getting your degree, you obviously do not have that degree yet.
If you are traveling to a destination, you have not already reached that destination.
To become aware of something means that it is something that 1. has already been in existence and 2. you have previously not noticed it or paid attention to it.
So shifting = suddenly turning your attention to something that has already been in existence that you were not already paying attention to.
Let's say you're on a plane, flying to your vacation spot. You probably aren't paying attention to the exact location of where you are globally during the flight, you're likely focused on other things like reading or watching a movie. Your focus on whatever you're entertaining yourself with does not negate the fact that you are currently flying over a certain state or country, you're simply not aware of it. You can choose to look at the live map to see where exactly you are in the world and thus become aware of your physical location. You choose to do this, you don't try. Do you see what I mean?
Shifting is typically a choice we make.
The purpose of methods and routines are to get you ready to shift, to make the choice to be in your DR, not to get you there.
You have to park the car, get off the train, or land the plane to reach your destination. You have to CHOOSE to arrive where you want to go. Of course, you can always keep driving, keep riding the bus or the train or the plane until it reaches the end of its line, but that won't get you where you want to be.
So when you try to shift, you're reaffirming that you haven't shifted yet, that you're not already in your DR.
I hope this makes sense! Stay tuned for a post on what I've been doing to shift instead!
yoshi!!
i give you a category, you relate that word to your dr in any way you please. wherever that be the concept of your dr, things you own, a memory, or people.
── .✦ ──
⟡ music . . .
⟡ adrenaline . . .
⟡ colour . . .
⟡ love . . .
⟡ happiness . . .
⟡ touch . . .
⟡ mess . . .
⟡ items . . .
⟡ sentimentalism . . .
⟡ art . . .
⟡ adventure . . .
⟡ quiet . . .
⟡ home . . .
i hope this made sense!!! please tell me so i can explain in some better way . . . . . . . . . like for adrenaline you could talk about a memory, someone who makes you feel that way, a dr which induces that emotion... get creative, yk. yeah idk. UUHHH
idc shifting is as easy as you make it, if you want it to be as easy as breathing then it will be. If you want it to be as complicated as you possible can make it it can be. 
Guys look, i brought a cool gate for y'all's scripts
I thought it's very good for a waiting room
I found it from Pinterest
how i feel scripting my drs — ꪆ୧
reasons why you're waking up in your cr ,
if it's not happening, it's because you’re still treating the 3d like it's anything but your own assumption reflecting back to you. still assuming lack while saying abundance. still looking for signs instead of stepping into the thing as if it's already yours.
nothing external needs to change. your state does. and that can happen in one second, in one thought.
you keep checking . . . ౨ৎ the second you look over your shoulder to see if it worked, you're signalling it hasn't. assumption doesn't need confirmation. assumption doesn't peek. ꒰ what to do , stop asking. stop waiting. decide it's done and get on with your life. keep walking.
subconscious doubts . . . ౨ৎ somewhere deep, under the clean sentences you say out loud, there's a voice. 'what if it's not real?' 'what if i'm not good enough?' it camps out in the marrow, slowing you down before you ever start. ꒰ what to do , rewire yourself. not once, not wistfully. daily, methodically. affirm it until it's more instinct than wish.
overthinking the methods . . . ౨ৎ you're not assembling a bomb. you're not cracking the human genome. shifting isn't method worship. it's assumption. ꒰ what to do , pick what feels natural. raven, lullaby, drift, whatever stops the noise. trust the simplicity. complexity is a coffin.
intellectualising it to death . . . ౨ৎ you read every shifting post, watched every youtube guide, diagrammed every method. ꒰ what to do , get out of your head and into your body. shifting is sensation before it's strategy.
fear of success or change . . . ౨ৎ self-sabotage wears a hundred faces. sometimes it's something that says you're safer in longing than in arrival. the mind clings to its ruins because they are familiar. ꒰ what to do , dig out the rot. write out your fears like you're testifying. remind yourself that change is not exile. you're allowed to cross thresholds.
you want it to feel like magic . . . ౨ৎ you expect fireworks. epiphanies. sensations. if it doesn't sparkle, you think it didn't happen. ꒰ what to do , stop chasing signs. reality shifts quiet. like changing the channel. no drama, just difference.
impatience . . . ౨ৎ you feel ready. you want it yesterday. but checking the oven every two minutes doesn't bake the cake faster. it breaks the heat. ꒰ what to do , behave as if it's already yours. embody the arrival. impatience is a leak, seal it.
you think there's a gap . . . ౨ৎ a gap between you and your desire. between thought and result. between you and your dr. ꒰ what to do , there is no gap. the second you decided, it existed. the delay's a hallucination.
comparing yourself to others . . . ౨ৎ watching other shifters score touchdowns doesn't mean you're fumbling. you're running a different play entirely. ꒰ what to do , stay on your field. trust your timeline. celebrate every inch forward like you invented it.