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Listening to music and I keep mishearing lyrics. Song goes "this beard of bees is itching me" but I keep hearing "the spirit of bees is itching me" so every time I listen to this song, my mind is brought back to that one post of a vegan who was allergic to honey claiming every time they ate honey they could feel ghost bees stinging them

The song is The Entertainer by Skittish btw

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Adding onto this:

The only way I can wake up from a nightmare is by falling. It's usually right after I realize I'm dreaming, too. There's three times I can fully remember the dreams where this happened.

1) I was playing some weird combination of skyrim and minecraft, and I had built this giant block I was standing on top of. For whatever reason, I had an evil stepmother who pushed me off. The second I hit the ground, I woke up.

2) I was jumping on our trampoline and talking to my sister. She had to go inside for something, but I continued jumping. I started jumping higher and higher, and my acrophobia kicked in, and I started screaming for my sister to come and help. She didn't. Eventually, I reach about the spot where the power line sits near our house, and I hit the ground and don't come back up.

3) This one happened last night, actually. I was sitting, arguing with the boy band trolls from the new Trolls movie. Next thing I know, I'm at school, eating lunch by myself. I got up and got a coffee, but the creamer dispenser was weird, so I ended up accidentally putting whipped cream on my coffee. I got told off by a teacher for getting whipped cream because it's only for teachers. I drink my coffee anyway and go back to my table, which, to my dismay, has been filled with people I despise just to spite me. I wind up in my schools art room to work on my project for a competition. A second later, and I'm riding home with my mom in the family car. On our way home, I spot a giant mannequin man standing super far away. This is when i realize im dreaming. For a while, he doesn't move, but when he does, he bends down slowly and picks me up out of the car. As I'm struggling to free myself, I'm suddenly drop kicked by Merida from Disney's brave. Again, I'm awake the second I hit the ground.

I don't usually have recurring dreams, but there's always a location that my dreams visit pretty frequently for some reason. It's a house, one my subconscious thinks is my late grandmother's, but it's not. It's super fancy, and it has a lot of rooms, but it's more maze-like than anything. There's a closet with a super thin door inside that has a secret passage that leads to a bedroom. I don't know why, but several of my dreams have taken place in said closet.

Ik dreams are supposed to have meaning and shit but what the FUCK is this?

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blasting my silly little music and creating my silly little daydreams so i don’t lose my silly little mind

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Weed skittles :)

My soul almost just left my body. So my friend handed me a pack of skittles and I ate them and then he goes "guess what? I have weed skittles" and I was like "WHAT?!" and he was like "oh not the ones I gave you I keep them in a different spot" like bro, you didn't think to deliver that sentence better?

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Peel the bullshitters.

This just randomly came to me in a dream and idk why but i had to draw it.

Potato Jerry is gonna skin you with a potato peeler if you don't stop with your bullshit.

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I don't usually have recurring dreams, but there's always a location that my dreams visit pretty frequently for some reason. It's a house, one my subconscious thinks is my late grandmother's, but it's not. It's super fancy, and it has a lot of rooms, but it's more maze-like than anything. There's a closet with a super thin door inside that has a secret passage that leads to a bedroom. I don't know why, but several of my dreams have taken place in said closet.

Ik dreams are supposed to have meaning and shit but what the FUCK is this?

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I'm sobbing.

Ty for this, it's beautiful

Here's the short story for that art I made a little while ago. Again, it is terribly written and a little rushed but @aese-of-spades wanted the story so here ya go: (DEATH/HORROR/LOSS OF LIMBS/ALTERNATE UNIVERSE)

If you had told Liria Roune, four days ago, that she would be spending her 15th birthday in a horror movie brought to life, she would have laughed at you. But she’s not laughing now. Actually, she’s quite the opposite of laughing. Liria is crying. She’s doing her best to keep the sound to a minimum, to not draw It near her. She has come to find that the Thing has rather incredible hearing. Her arm hurts so badly. She can hear it rummaging and screeching out there. Searching for her. Her vision is blurry. She glances down at her right arm. Nothing below the elbow remains. This is it. She’s gonna bleed out while being hunted by this Thing, isn’t she? A small whimper of fear escapes her lips when she hears a particularly loud crash. She holds her breath, tears streaking down her grime covered face, shivering in fear. She waits, but her ears can’t catch any more screeches. She can’t hear the telltale tapping sound of Its legs. No, Liria Roune hears voices. It feels like years before something happens. The door next to her opens, and she sees humans. Living, breathing humans. Not half eaten corpses, or leftover bones. Just people. A new wave of tears hits her as one of the people begins to dress her wound. “It’s not great, but it’ll be good enough ‘till we can get her back to base,” the medic, at least she assumes the man is a medic, says to a woman who appears to be giving orders. Suddenly, she’s being lifted up. She glances up at the man holding her, but her vision is too blurry to make out any features. “We have to hurry, she’s lost a lot of blo-” the person speaking is cut off by a screech that makes Liria’s blood freeze in her veins. “IT’S WAKING UP HURRY GET OU-” another person is cut off by a scream of agony. There’s so much screaming and running. She thinks she hears gunshots, but she can’t be sure. She’s so tired. Maybe a little nap couldn’t hurt. She ignores the medic (?) telling her to stay awake as black spots creep over her eyes. Liria passes out, unaware if she will ever wake up again.

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As it turns out, Liria does wake up. Albeit with heavy eyelids and a raging pain in her arm. Her lips are dry, her throat is parched, and her stomach is stabbing with hunger. But Liria Roune is alive. The medic from before notices her awakening and rushes over, helping to prop her up, and holding a glass of water to her lips. He has to pull it away to keep her from drinking it too fast and getting sick. She can see him better now. He’s an older man, somewhere in his late 40s to early 50s she assumes. His hair is a pale brown with speckles of gray. He looks kind. It has been so long since Liria has seen kind. She almost begins crying again, but manages to refrain from it. She’s been crying too much recently. “You’ve been out for a couple of days, we thought we were gonna lose you there for a second,” the man says with a smile. “Who- who are you?” she questions, her voice hoarse. The man smiles again, “I’m Dr. Vay Luminous, but

     call me Vay,” he introduces himself and holds his hand out. “I’m... I’m Liria. Lyria Roune,” She says as she takes his hand. Or at least, she tries to before remembering that most of her right arm is gone. She sighs and grabs his still outstretched hand with her left hand. Vay pulls her up from the futon-like bed, holding her left elbow while his other hand hovers near her shoulder. “Now, you are gonna be a little off balance, so let me know if walking won’t work out yet and we can get you a wheelchair,” he explains to her. She nods, she sure can feel the unbalance. He continues helping her learn how to walk for what feels like hours. Liria is just figuring out how to balance herself with a difference in weights when the door slides open. There stands a woman. A very scary woman. Her demeanor relaxes as she spots Liria and Vay. “I was beginning to worry she would never wake up. And look! You’re already walking,” she exclaims before some of her previous seriousness returns, “I assume you have questions, If you would, follow me. Dr. Luminous, would you mind walking with us? Just in case.” Vay nods before going to hover right behind her as the group leaves the medbay. The woman introduces herself as Vivian Vine as they trek through a maze of tunnels. Vivian explains that they are in some alternate world (They refer to this hellhole as the Pit), that she started a group that fights the Thing and saves any survivors. “We suspect that there are some places where Earth and the Pit touch, and anyone unlucky enough to walk into one of these spots gets transported here. Though, we are unsure if anyone can return to Earth using one of these places as we are yet to find one in our time here,” Vay pipes up. They continue walking for some time, explaining what every room's purpose is. She meets more people, and she still can barely believe that there are so many people here. Maybe things are looking up, she thinks to herself

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She’s been staying with these people for quite a while. Time is slippery here, so it’s impossible to tell just how long, but about a year or so she thinks. Things have been great. Or, as great as the Pit can get. But that won’t matter soon, because they’ve found one. They’ve found the way home. The little place where two worlds touch. Everyone was buzzing with anticipation, eager to leave the Pit behind. Eager to go home. Home. Liria hasn’t thought about home in a while, too focused on all the happenings in the Pit. The yearning for home aches in her soul. The yearning to be held by her father once more, the yearning to trade joking insults with her brother. Hell, some part of her even yearns for the boring simplicity of homework and chores. She’s brought from her thoughts by a hand clasping her shoulder. She looks up to see Vay, whom she’s become rather close with through her time here. “Let’s go Liria, we’re going home,” he smiles, his eyes looking a little misty. The group begins to move, setting off to home. They walk for quite some time, tension following them through the whole time. Though, the buzz of their previous anticipation does not quite disappear. Finally, the group comes to a stop, people are being ushered forward, some people almost tripping in their haste.Suddenly, they are frozen in their tracks by a blood curdling screech. She doesn’t have to look to know that It is coming. Someone screams in horror, startling the group into an all out frenzy. Any camaraderie thrown away as everyone scrambles to get to the passage. Vay grabs her arm and begins running. She can hear gunshots ringing out, causing angry screeches from It. She can see the way home now, A spot where the air seems to be slightly warped. People who touch it seem to disappear from thin air. Vay is practically dragging her now, desperate to get to safety, he shoves people out of their way with a ferociousness she had never seen from

     the gentle, kindhearted man. Vay falls as a poorly thrown explosive lands near them. They go flying. Her head is pounding, and her ears ring. The world seems to be going in slow motion. She stays on her back, struggling for the breath that was knocked out of her lungs. Her vision clears and she sees Vay, holding her to his chest, sobbing and desperately putting pressure over her stomach. She looks to where his hand presses harshly over her skin and, oh, there’s so much blood. It blooms from the space between his fingers, bubbling up and overflowing. Her adrenaline is winding down, pain stabbing its way into her gut until it’s almost too much to bear. Tears come to her own eyes, “Vay I-” she coughs, tasting copper on her tongue, “Vay I don’t- want to- die.” Her voice sounds small and scared and desperate. He stands up, legs shaking as he struggles to carry her through his disorientation. Vay chokes back sobs. “Not now, not when we're so close to home,” he whispers, “We’re gonna be fine ok? You’re gonna be just fine.” He continues to ramble. Liria hears a distant screech that seems to be growing closer and she realizes that she isn’t making it out of this alive. The thought terrifies her, but she looks at Vay, the man that is practically her brother, and decides that she’s come to care too much for him to die trying to take her with him. She raises a hand to Vay’s cheek and he stutters in his rambling, peering down at her. “Vay, you’ve gotta- You’ve gotta leave me,” she coughs, fresh blood bubbling from her lips. He shakes with suppressed sobs, “No no, we can make it, we can make it!” But they both know it’s a lie. She’s slowing him down, and unless the Passage brings them directly into a hospital, her wounds are gonna kill her anyways. Even with immediate medical attention, her chances of survival are slim. They both know this, and she can see the internal battle in Vay’s eyes. She doesn’t blame him one bit, but she can’t help feeling a little disappointed when he continues to drag her on. They’re near escape now. The Thing seems to have realized this as well, the thuds of Its legs growing more erratic. Liria knows that It does not want to lose Its prey. She also knows that with her weight and the increasing speed of the Thing, that there is no way that Vay will reach the Passage in time. She thinks back to the many nights they shared talking about the stars, which they couldn’t see in the Pit, talking about constellations, saying that they’d go stargazing when they went home. So she smiles sadly, “I’ll- I’ll meet you under- the stars, brother.” With that, she uses her last burst of energy, plants her shaky legs firmly on the ground, and shoves Vay through the Passage. The world is in slow motion again. His mouth is open in shock, his eyes wide and wet with tears, one arm reaches in a useless attempt at grabbing onto her again. She stays smiling at him as he disappears. She falls to the ground as It reaches her and she faces the sky as she is killed. And at 16 years old, under a false sky, in a wrong world, Liria Roune dies. And she dies smiling.

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"Nuh uh"

"Fym 'nuh uh'?!" /ref

why are you such a nerd?

I could ask you the same thing

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ME, IM THE PERSON. SAY MY NAME. I DEMAND TO BE ACKNOWLEDGED /LH

I know it’s not amazing, but I wrote a random short story the other day and this one part of it wouldn’t leave my head so I had to draw it. I might give you guys the short story. It’s not very well written though.

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why are you such a nerd?

I could ask you the same thing

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Me! I voted! I desire the lore, please :)

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Mmm, yes. Ethperiment

So I was outside with my dogs and I see something on the ground. I'm over here thinking that it's probably a tiny piece of glass and I don't want my dogs stepping on it but I'm not entirely sure that it's glass. So, like the incredibly intelligent human being I am, I stepped on it. And I was right. It was glass. I've stepped on a lot of little bits of glass before so it's fine it didn't really hurt.

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STOP CALLING ME OUT

MAYBE IM JUST POLYTHEISTIC

LEAVE ME ALONE

my 3 drinks opinion for the weekend is that ive never met someone who says "oh my gods" who isnt turbo annoying in a bookstore YA section way which is of course an opinion i hold only because of my time interacting with these people in bookstores im sure theyre in other places. ren faires i bet

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[With and without writing]

This is Adelaide "Del" Bailey. She was bitten by a radioactive screech spider when they were 14. For 3 year's, they've been the one and only Screech.

They typically wear a mask because she's insecure about the scars that her mutations gave them. She can release a sonic screech capable of causing permanent or temporary hearing damage/loss. Their screech can even cause people to be pushed backwards and can damage nearby buildings/cars. Her throat hurts if she uses it to much so they drink a lot of tea with honey. They also produce their own webbing. It glows in the dark!

[Also fun fact: the colors used for their hair, shirt, and eyes are all complimentaries or different shades of green]

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DO IT

NAME THEM GENESIS SPIDER OR SOME SHIT

DO IT DO IT DO IT

Tempted to attempt drawing my own spidersona. Cause I've had one since the first movie came out I just haven't done anything about it and now I keep seeing art of people's spidersonas.

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Random art I did in class woo!