inprnt page opened
hi, some people asked if i sell prints, and i made an inprnt shop, check it out if you want.
https://www.inprnt.com/profile/nekomoder/
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GALLIFRAEYS: An independent, semi-selective & mutuals only roleplay blog for THE DOCTOR from the Doctor Who Franchise. Primarily focused around TEN, TENTOO, ELEVEN, THIRTEEN & FIFTEEN (hc).
Lovingly ran by TAY (they/them), a 20 y/o writer from the UK. Also found on @stcrsreverie – Please read rules before interacting <3
memes are always being accepted & feel free to turn them into threads!
rules || memes || wishlist
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Moodboard for Cana Alberona @mz-pixies-playhouse and Fairy Tail OC Jack Blitzkreig @artillery-blade-master .
I was feeling creative and decided to make a little gift for someone special. Some Valentine’s mush between Jack and Cana. 💜 I just love these two together. I hope you enjoy, my dear!
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Do not repost, reblogs are fine. Please do not remove caption. I do not own any of the graphics used.
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when you don't believe that the coping mechanisms you have are healthy, since its retraumatizing or worsens mental health, yet you continue to do them, yet you want to stop doing these behaviors—whether its due to your morals, yourself, and/or others—yet it can be so hard to find other ways to cope or hard to pull yourself up.
and it can be so, so, so difficult when you wanting to worsen your mental health is one of your unhealthy coping mechanisms. and it can be so, so, so difficult when you're living in an toxic or abusive situation.
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Hey so uhh. I write poetry sometimes and I showed a piece to my friend finally and they liked it so I’m posting it here bc I’m a uhhhh nerd yea lolololol
Please don’t repost my work without credit. Reblogs are entirely fine, but full on reposting elsewhere on other sites isn’t in any form. Ty!
CW// Talk about Death, ‘End of the world’ stuff
Together We Sit
Together we sit, hand in hand
On that old, crusty hill.
The mud is caked and dry,
The leaves are crinkled and damp.
Your hand tenses in mine,
I squeeze yours gently.
“Is this how it ends?”
I hear you call.
I don’t reply.
You don’t wait for one.
We watch as the night sky twists,
Curling in on itself.
The stars tremble, like loose ornaments.
The clouds are jagged, and wispy.
It’s disturbing,
But it feels like this is how it’s always been.
The sky,
The world,
Feels so empty,
Yet it feels so normal.
There’s silence, until there isn’t.
The night is colder, by now.
Save for us; save for you.
“I don’t want to die,”
The words tremble on your lips.
I look over, and I see your glossy eyes wide.
The stars sheen in them.
I’d call it beautiful, in another life.
“We don’t get a choice,”
My voice is a low whisper.
I watch the tears in your eyes pool, and your hand tenses.
I squeeze it again.
The hole in the sky is louder, now.
Brighter.
It sucks everything into it, a never ending whirlpool.
I feel you shudder.
Fingers and soul shaken.
I squeeze your hand; I pull it close.
“Why can’t we choose?”
Your voice is weak.
“Because,”
I look to the sky. It’s trembling.
Like a reflection of us.
“That’s not how it goes.”
I watch the anger boil in your chest, rise up your throat.
I watch it choke you, acrid and rancid.
You sit, heart thrumming; not yet done.
Yet after a moment, you sob.
“But that isn’t fair.”
It is weak, and choked.
Beaten.
Horribly, horribly beaten.
The anger wisps on it, futile,
Too soft to even sound enraged.
Just beaten.
Trembling, just like the stars
That still shimmer in your gaze.
I can do nothing but squeeze your hand again.
My heart aches.
It squeezes my chest like an endless hug.
Except it’s not comforting, not at all.
The only comfort is your warm hand,
Placed over my beaten heart.
“I know.”
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