Mood Board That Represents Me ✨✨✨

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I have this horrible problem/habit of referring to myself as “we”. Like I talk to myself about things that I do and I say “oh yea we did that *insert something* and I DONT DO IT ON PURPOSE. Like whenever I say “we” I just mean myself, yet part of me knows there are more “me’s” out there, especially my DRself so I conjoin them together into just saying “we” instead of “I” now that you bring this up, I’m honestly gonna start doing that because I talk to myself a ton (I swear I’m not crazy just when I’m alone I like to think out loud to better my plan or work 😭🙏)

thank you so so so much for this you have no idea 😭🙏🩷

you heard of the "refer to your dr self in first person instead of talking like it's somebody else."

now may I present to you: "referring to your cr self in third person" to detach from this reality.

I'm not involved in this bitch's life anymore, I'm leaving.

Ask me these and I'll answer as my DRself!

favorite color

favorite food

favorite animal

age

where I want to live

favorite signs of affection

favorite forms of transportation

do I know any languages besides English?

favorite person!

book genre?

favorite time-period I've lived through

opinions on punishment loops

family relations?

pets!

favorite past times in 1940's

I'm only putting 15 questions for right now but if you like these let me know!! Feel free to ask or repost if you want to use these questions too :D

teehee me when Miss P and I are transforming into our bird forms mid fight 😼

The bros get chased by Zach and his Zachbots and end up jumping off a cliff while activating peregrine falcon powers.

The Voided Lovers

The voided lovers Must never be seen. They cannot dance in the light of day, And the moon will not grace them with her gleam.

They may only embrace on the darkest of nights, They may only whisper sweet nothings in a crowd. They may only stroll hand in hand through forgotten streets, Where not even the lamplights dare to look down.

They will never feel the warmth on their lover’s skin, Only the cold acidity the wind provides. Yet embrace they do— Through the dark and glacial nights.

They make cathedrals of alleyways, Temples of whispered breath. Where every glance is sacred, And every touch defies death.

They are sunless, Moonless, Rid of light— Yet their love is never tuneless.

Their love is their dance, Their love is their light, Their love is the warmth On the cold winter’s night.

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Old English Version:

The voided lovers, cursed by fate, Must dwell in shadows, lone and late. They dare not dance 'neath sunlit skies, Nor bask where moonlight softly lies.

Their trysts are veiled in sable gloom, Their voices hushed, as though a tomb Had sealed their vows in silence deep— Where not e'en gaslight dares to creep.

The world, austere and cruelly drawn, Would scorn the touch their hands have known. So chill the wind, so sharp the air— Yet still they linger, pale and bare.

They fashion cathedrals from alleyways, Altars of breath, in spectral haze. Each glance a hymn, each touch defied The death that stalks where love must hide.

They are sunless, Moonless, Forsaken by flame— Yet hearts unlit bear passion's name.

Their love is their lantern, Their solace, their plight, Their warmth in the shivering Grasp of the night.

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This is a poem I wrote while bored and thinking of some of my friends from my DR's and OC's

I've been really getting into rewriting my poetry into old English because I think it makes it more romantic and melancholic

Let me know your thoughts on it!

Urgent Humanitarian Appeal: A Displaced Family in Gaza📢🚨

My name is Ahmed Muneer Al-Anqar, I am 33 years old, and I am a father of four children: Qusai (12 years), Jouri (7 years), Mohammed (4 years), and Adam (9 months). In the recent war that ravaged the Gaza Strip, we lost everything. Our home, which was once our safe haven, was completely destroyed in the bombing, leaving us with nothing but rubble.💔💔💝

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Urgent Humanitarian Appeal: A Displaced Family in Gaza … Ahmed moner alanqar needs your support for Ahmed in the Heart of War:A Father

My wife Heba, who is 27 years old, and I are doing everything we can to protect our children from the chaos that has overtaken our lives. After being forced to flee to the southern part of Gaza, we are living in a dire situation. We’ve lost all hope of returning to a normal life, as we are now without proper shelter and struggling with the most basic necessities of life.

In addition to losing our home, we are suffering from a severe shortage of food and clean drinking water. Our children sometimes go to bed without enough to eat, and we face the constant threat of hunger and thirst. Moreover, we are unable to access the medical care we desperately need. Both my wife and I require physical and mental health treatment, and our children are in urgent need of medical care, but in our current situation, getting treatment feels impossible.😭🚨💔

My house before it was destroyed

My house after it was completely destroyed

On top of all that, I was one of the survivors of the Baptist Hospital massacre, where we were seeking refuge. We were hit by devastating airstrikes, and I saw death with my own eyes. I survived by a miracle, but I now suffer from severe psychological trauma. It has become difficult for me to continue my life normally, and I am struggling to cope with this emotional burden while trying to stay strong for my family.

Our children are suffering too. Qusai, Jouri, and Mohammed don’t understand why their lives are filled with fear and destruction. Little Adam has never even known what safety feels like. We do our best to meet their needs, but life has become overwhelming.

This is why we are reaching out to you today. We are in desperate need of your help. Every donation, no matter how small, will make a huge difference in our lives. Help us rebuild our lives, provide food, water, and medical care for our children. We are relying on your generosity and support during this difficult time.

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Thank you for any contribution, and for keeping us in your prayers.🙏❤️🙏

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One of my favorite Millard quotes. It seems relevant today.

"Noor ran her hand along the time-smoothed stones. 'Just because no one remembers your name doesn't mean your life wasn't worth something.'

'But if Caul wins and becomes the ruler of the peculiar world,' said Enoch, 'then it was all a damned waste.'

'What are you suggesting?' Emma said sharply. 'That we should give up? Go and surrender to save our own lives?'

'No! I'm just saying we'll be dead.'

'It won't have been a waste, even then,' Millard said, 'because we'll be the ones who fought. Years from now, when whatever peculiars Caul decides to keep alive have to pledge allegiance to his evil empire, they'll gather in private to tell the story of the ones who fought to stop him. And perhaps it will inspire them to try again.'

Enoch sighed. 'That is some icy-cold comfort, Nullings.'"

-- Ransom Riggs The Desolations of Devil's Acre, pg. 379

I MADE A MPHFPC WORD SEARCH ‼️‼️‼️

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MPHFPC Characters! Word Search

These are all the MPHFPC characters from the book series by Ransom Riggs

go crazy guys 😍🫶🤭

Lil fun fact about my CR

So!

I am a lead singer and guitarist in a band, we are called Vessels of Rebirth. We have 5 members, including myself, and currently we have learned two songs and starting two more

I have just finished my first draft for our first original song and I wanted to share the lyrics and if you guys have any ideas or criticism I'd love to hear it!

**PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR TAKE MY LYRICS**

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The song is called Pennies for the Dead -

Verse 1: I’ve asked myself the age-old question, Is it really worth the fight? They sell you chains and call them choices, Bleed you dry beneath the lights.

If you find yourself contented Cherish these words like dust— Work hard, smile, and don’t complain, When they leave you out to rust.

They build their castles out of marrow, Line their pockets with our bones. Sing us lullabies of virtue, While they carve our names to stone—

Chorus: So tell me—was it worth it? Did you find what you were looking for? Tell me—did you earn it? Or just steal it from the poor? Take my body, take my spirit, Drain me ‘til there’s nothing left, A poor man’s poison Is just another penny for the dead

Verse 2: I watched the years slip through my fingers, Like wages never meant to stay. They built a throne from our surrender, We built their kingdoms, brick by grave

You’ve turned my hands to iron shackles Worn my bones down to gears Though you may feast upon my labor You’ll die choking on my screams

Chorus: So tell me—was it worth it? Did you find what you were looking for? Tell me—did you earn it? Or just steal it from the poor? Take my body, take my spirit, Drain me ‘til there’s nothing left, A poor man’s poison Is just another penny for the dead

Bridge: Tell me now—was it worth it? You stand alone atop your grave. Built your kingdom out of corpses, Now there’s no one left to save.

All the hands that fed your empire, Now they rise with bloodstained teeth. You can beg, you can bargain— But the dead don’t grant relief.

Final: If you are to listen to one last thing dear Promise your heart’s desire For if you follow the iron road You’re doomed to a pit of fire

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OMG so first I’d like to say congrats!! I believe that to be a shift, and I actually have a similar story for comparison

I dream very vividly, up to the point where I can feel pain, water, heat, etc (basically anything that you can use your senses to detect) within my dreams, but I don’t go lucid in them often mainly bc lucid dreaming every night gets mentally exhausting for me

one specific night, I had such an experience that it had to be a shift

Before I had fully realized I was asleep and dreaming, I had the most vivid dreams, but the one that caught me off guard completely was the last “dream” I had. In this dream I woke up in an unfamiliar room that felt familiar to me already, and although it felt familiar I knew *I, my CR self* have never been in there. I looked out the windows and I felt the breeze, I could see people walking around going about their day in this little modern town, yet it was also not modern fashion. I looked around the room and I felt baffled, and in the dream I literally said holy shit I shifted, and I felt everything yet part of me felt that I was still asleep. I ran out of this bedroom and into a kitchen with my CR family, and it baffled me, none of my dr's involve any of this other than my better CR script, which takes place in my actual house and not some random house presumably in a different time zone. I went throughout the dream with hints of shifting being spoken about, with my brother, friends, and even myself speaking out loud. I know it's not normal for most persons to feel things in dreams, but l'm used to feeling pain, cold, hot, out of breath, and basic human emotions and physical pain while in REM sleep. But that’s when it happened, I looked at a clock on the wall and it was exactly what a clock should look like, NEVER in ANY of my dreams had I ever seen an actual clock without looking distorted. In parts of the experience I would repeat I’ve shifted and I’m grateful but now I’m gonna go about my day, and I was suddenly woken up by my cat jumping on my chest. Although I didn’t become aware while awake, I knew I was aware in the dream, not only that but I could feel and experience everything as I would when I’m awake, so I call it a minishift, but a shift nonetheless :D

Remember, you don’t even need to set an intention to shift prior, you know what you want, and keeping that belief and trust in yourself is enough!! I’m so proud of you and I send you love and prayers for your future shifting journey! 🩷✨

i think i shifted last night?

(can yall help me with determining if i did or if it was just a dream?)

details abt before becoming aware:

my dog usually wakes me up around 5:30 to use the bathroom, and after i had let him out i went back into bed and was thinking about being in a reality where it would be easier to be with my crush.

*crush context: she lives in the state that i moved away from a few years ago but we still keep in contact!

i wasn’t even thinking in depth about what it would be like, i was just thinking about what it would be like if i still lived there, and how i would probably be dating her.

becoming aware:

i woke up in my old room, in the house we lived in when i lived in -insert state name-. my bedsheets were the same, my room looked so familiar it was crazy.

*side note: my memory is really bad in this reality, so since i didn’t script any differences consciously. most likely leading to my recounting of my experience not being too great.

i remember sitting up in my old bed, and was thinking to myself, “holy shit, this is my old room, with my old bedsheets.” i felt them and they felt like how i remember them feeling. i even looked out my window, and saw the same view that i would see when i lived there in this reality.

another thing i remember thinking immediately that i should text my girlfriend. (aka my crush in this reality.)

i remember thinking about how i must of shifted. then i got up and went out of my room, and made my way to my old bathroom.

then i got worried about my OR, and felt homesick and shifted back.

after thoughts:

i’m 99% sure that it was a shift. the only thing that takes up that 1% is that i wasn’t consciously setting an intention to shift to that reality before shifting.

one thing that makes me lean towards it legitimately was a shift is that it felt so real, and i was able to feel the sheets below me in detail in order to ground myself.

all my previous shifting experiences i wasn’t able to ground myself because of how excited i was seeing my partner in that reality.

i’d love to hear your thoughts and opinions!

silly emma 🤭

I got bored and saw this meme and wanted to create this of Emma and Abe 🤭🤭🤭

also it is now canonical that Abe wears a SHIT TON of USA merch. Convince me otherwise I dare you.

(Sorry for shitty quality, I didn’t put much effort I just wanted to make it silly)

**the OG meme is not mine!!! I drew over it!!!**

okay bye bye!