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*A strange winged skeleton lady is seen wandering the halls of Nightmare's castle it's possible one of his minions let her in or she magically appeared there but her aura might catch his attention. She hums a soft melody touching the walls, a bird song of sorts being hummed. * ...🎵....

AnarchySkeleton’s Profile PhotoAnarchy | Ana
*She hears a slow almost mocking clapping as the lord of the castle seems to step out of the very wall, all she can see of him for certain is his glowing teal eye light and can make out his general Sans shape*
So which of my staff decided to pick up a songbird and then so rudely leave it in my castle
*he can feel the negativity that suffuses her, a wicked smile crosses his face*
A strange winged skeleton lady is seen wandering the halls of Nightmares castle

Tem coisa melhor que Sexo??

cafetoes’s Profile PhotoMarllon
Ir no banheiro depois de segurar o caminho todo até chegar em casa
Massagem nos pés
Trabalhar dois feriados no mesmo mês
Ter desconto no Ifood pro seu restaurante favorito
Pagar todas as contas e sobrar dinheiro pra aquele lanche, pizza ou sorvete do fim de semana
Poder dormir sem se preocupar em colocar o despertador pra acordar na hora certa
Chupar um halls preto/menta e depois tomar um copo gelado de água
Terminar uma série/filme foda
Descobrir sem querer o nome daquela música que você procurou por dias
Lavar toda a louça e toda roupa suja de casa
Chegar no ponto de ônibus e o ônibus chegar logo em seguida sem atrasar ou demorar
Vou só deixar esses exemplos de coisas, de alguém tiver mais algum exemplo aí

Listen if you don't start behaving and lose that attitude, I will send you to the principal's office. Do you understand me?

I usually just walked the halls and just chilled around until next period. Did you really expect me to listen?

Pap beautiful line you ever listen 🥀

Faiqjunaid’s Profile Photoفائق جنید
Your words up on the wall as you're praying for my fall
And the laughter in the halls and the names that I've been called
I stack it in my mind and I'm waiting for the time
When I show you what it's like to be words spit in a mic
Tell you you're the greatest
But once you turn they hate us

If you were a king / queen during medieval times, how'd your castle look like? What kinds of rooms and features would it have? 🏰

TobbeAsks’s Profile PhotoTobbe
If I were a queen in the medieval times, I’d go for the palace of Versailles BUT with toilets and baths.
Did you know that it was very common that workers did their toilet businesses right there on the floor and in hallways because they had unbearable long shifts and there were no toilets in the palace? It didn’t matter if there was a ceremony either. The halls and gardens were literally covered in waste. 🤢
(Not my picture)
If you were a king  queen during medieval times howd your castle look like What

Do u think white people should say the n word?

I think white people should just live their lives and ignore the Media and the Woke Cancel Culture that seek to destroy and divide our nation based upon race and gender. White people must confront the pimps who propagate hate, falsehoods, gossip, and innuendo. We The People need to hold those puppet masters who hide in the shadows and halls of congress, and who seek power, money and fame at the expense of the American people and our Constitutional Republic, Bill of Rights and our Liberty, accountable for their crimes against humanity. /Alex
“We must come to see that the end we seek is a society at peace with itself, a society that can live with its conscience.”
― Martin Luther King Jr.

Will the United States survive as a constitutional republic?

"A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear. The traitor is the plague."
- Marcus Tullius Cicero, 106BC – 43BC

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What was the hardest decision you had to make?

Coming out. My family and three nonrelated people know, and that was hard enough. If I fully come out, I will most likely lose my childhood friend who's extremely homophobic, has a religious family and tried to get them to force his ex girlfriend into a conversion camp (pray and maybe electrocute the gay away) and due to his family being military he has access to firearms so I might be killed, and he's in all of my social circles (he has friends at my school, I might be going to his school, I lose my scouts).
Whether or not to cut my stepmother out of my life after she did something creepy and violated my trust. She has a tendency to not be very nice but I put up with it to spend more time with my dad but I put my foot down and said enough was enough. Thankfully my dad understood and we decided to see each other whenever he was in town instead of every other weekend.
I’m an older student (27, not too old, but older than average for beginning Uni). I’m completely settled with my partner of 6 years. I got into my dream course, which is difficult to get into because it’s competitive. I also got offered a place at St Andrews Uni, which is very close, but doesn’t offer the degree I really want to do. I could have went to St Andrews and done a postgrad later. I chose the other University, which was an extremely hard choice for me as I’m going to have to live in student halls during the week, and travel home at weekends. I still don’t know if I’ve made the right choice.
So there was a period for several yaers where I couldn't hold a job. The longest I worked was some 3-4 months grassroots projects. Then my friend in Florida tells me that he could get me a job where he works (I live in Washington State), if I could move down there and help him pay rent so he doesn't get kicked out. That was an easy decision. Hard one comes a couple years later, after I've been in Florida awhile. I hate my job, but I'm in the best shaoe of my life, paying rent and working like a functional adult. Then my grandmother (who has previously had a stroke) takes a nasty fall and breaks her hip, and now needs round the clock supervision to make sure she doesn't fall again.
Admitting to my family and loved ones that I had been using heroin for the last 15 years of my life. When you're trapped in the cycle, giving up on yourself seems like the most rational decision because it is the easiest way out.
Steer clear from doing anything with the love of my life after I was diagnosed with genital herpes (we broke up; I met someone who ended up being extremely awful to me and gave me the herps; but now we’ve been hanging out again). I didn’t want to be friends with him because it hurt too much but I’ve been extremely depressed and had a lot of suicidal thoughts and decided I wanted him in my life because he was the only person I remember ever being my happiest with/around.

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What game or movie universe would you most like to live in?

AdrianaRafaela98’s Profile PhotoAdriianna Rafaella
Middle Earth, without a single doubt!!!! 😍 Imagine the sights! The mighty dwarven halls, the cozy streets of hobbiton, the impressive architecture of the elven cities... there'd be so much to see and I'd be so giddy all the way through lol
What game or movie universe would you most like to live in

How's your brain doing right now?

I've seen so much since my arrival in this country that my brain is overflowing in a way that reminds me of my days in lecture halls at university. My brain is better than everybody's!
My brain's a permanent Hiroshima.
While I'm talking, seemingly very calm, conveying information to some very interested people, a part of my brain is seized by panic and is actually verbalising the process of searching for the right word.
My brain is not in step with me; I feel like I am beside myself.I have just learned that I am going to have another child; I didn't realise. The more time passes, the less prepared I feel.
To be more accurate, I don't sleep that much at all because my brain is always active and thinking about all the things I want to do the next day.
My brain is always working in the creative mode, seeking inspiration in all forms, dimensions and colors. Fashion, architecture, design and modern art can become a source of unique influence for me.
And the more focused my brain is, the more the circuit board is going to surge with energy.
But my brain's all kinds of awesome.
My brain's not friends with my hands right now.
They told me that my brain activity is much stronger than anybody else.
My brain's being picked on everything from interrogation to evidence collection.
My brother was always nagging me about squandering my brain, thought I was a genius.
I feel like my brains are being ripped apart.
Thanks, but my brain wouldn't shut off.
My brain gave me no peace.
I can't keep my brain from worrying.
My brain just popped a little bit.
I see visions from inside my brain.
My brain starts getting weird this time of night.
My brain's not a nice place to be.
It actually helps me turn my brain off.
My brain's not working right.
My brains... are going into my feet.
I finally found a guy who liked me for my brains.
It's like my brain's on fire.
It's like a part of my brain was carved out.
That question just tied a knot in my brain.
I need someone to shut off my brain and turn on my heart.
But something switched off in me, in my brain.
My brains have already started to harden.
My brain doesn't work like it used to.
I fear that my brain melted.
My brain is so relaxed I can't grasp what's happening!
And my brain is very much alive. My brain is a little foggy from too much thinking. Now my hands may be smaller than a man's, but my brain is much larger, I assure you.
My brain is awash with theorems and profundity and abstractions that I can pontificate upon at length.
My brain is not shrinking, it's working to full capacity, and my figure also hasn't changed.
My brain is still struggling to keep up with everything going on in this chamber.
My brain is completely shutting down.
Everything that's in my brain is firing to its full potential.
My brain is more developed than other people's.
My brain is all loopy!

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свободный пост. здесь можешь опубликовать все что угодно вашей душе. это может быть картинка, стих, рассказ, плейлист, ваши мысли.

ещё сутки назад я решила не искать смысл. настолько устала, что решила проститься с жизнью. просто наглоталась как я помню более 40 таблеток и вышла из дома. последним моим желанием было купить пачку сигарет, halls, прийти к могиле любимого человека и говорить с ним до момента, когда просто не упаду рядом. таков был план на тот вечер. боялась только, что отключусь не рядом, а по дороге и меня успеют откачать.
по какой-то причине, вероятнее всего, крайне холодной погоды, план не сработал и кроме сдавленной головы ничего не последовало. но благодаря валерьяке я была спокойнее смерти.
у могилы я простояла больше 5 часов. и в очередной раз поняла, что просто не время. он не готов меня встречать, ему я нужна тут на этом этапе.
искать смысл в этой истории? или просто в очередной раз себя в чём-то убеждать? надоело думать, пусть природа будет ко мне всё-таки благосклонной и сделает меня немного глупее.

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What Is Something You Always Tell People But They Don't Believe You?

anonymous_atticus’s Profile PhotoPaxton Hall
I wake up to the sounds of the silence that allows
For my mind to run around with my ear up to the ground
I'm searching to behold the stories that are told
When my back is to the world that was smiling when I turned
Tell you you're the greatest
But once you turn they hate us
Your words up on the wall as you're praying for my fall
And the laughter in the halls and the names that I've been called
I stack it in my mind and I'm waiting for the time
When I show you what it's like to be words spit in a mic
Oh, the misery
Everybody wants to be my enemy
Spare the sympathy
Everybody wants to be
My enemy
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What fictional place would you most like to go to?

NoraKitties’s Profile PhotoNora May
Probably Middle-Earth! Sure, Star Wars is my favorite franchise but I'd be much more willing to explore the actual world The Lord of The Rings! From the rolling hills and hobbit holes in Hobbiton, the mighty Dwarven halls in the mountains and the elegant Elven cities! There'd be so much to see and explore! 🤩
What fictional place would you most like to go to

Wie siehst du dich selbst?

TicktackDarlings’s Profile PhotoQuestions from DeVil
Can I wish on a star for another life?
'Cause it feels like I'm all on my own tonight
And I find myself in pieces
There are pills on the table and a thought in my head
And I walk through the halls where I used to be led
My heart is filled with reasons
I'm tryin' to be somebody else
I'm findin' it hard to love myself
I've wanted to be somebody new
But that is impossible to do
I'm runnin' out of my mind
Is this really my life?
I'm runnin' out of time
Is this really my life? My life
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Complete the sentence : If walls could talk, they'd .......

SommyaVerma’s Profile PhotoS O M M Y A
If walls could talk, they'd tell you a thousand stories. If walls could talk they'd tell you each one that hid away in every corner. They'd tell you how love and hate were always used with the same amount of energy. And how both made you do stupid things. They’d tell how the pain was stored in between the cracks of the ceiling.
They’d tell you that classrooms were cells, the bathroom was hell, but walking through halls felt free.
Complete the sentence  
If walls could talk theyd

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Whenever you talk on the phone to someone who lives far away do you ever find yourself talking louder than you normally do?As if them being so far away makes it harder to hear you on the phone?

Yup! None of us have Verizon Wireless, so I gotta keep repeating "Can you hear me now?" #TotesNotASponsor ... I bet those aluminum cans attached to a string would get better service, lol.
I can't even talk on the phone, in one place... lol. You'll see me walking up and down the halls. Can you sit still on the phone? Or that just me? lol.

creative description of a creepy abandoned orphanage?

It was an old Victorian home, an embodiment of the classic London era during the late 19th century. However, it had lost its grand splendor on the external environment. A fine mansion it once was, but all that remained now was a ghostly echo, a worn-down remnant. The walls of the building that once shone underneath the sun were now chipped beyond repair, with scratch marks trailing down the sides as though some kind of animal had tried to rip itself into the home. The shutters of the many windows creaked in the autumn wind, a horrible screeching sound followed by a dull thud against the house. Curtains hung in the windows, torn and ragged, and some of the windows were actually broken. Chipped surfaces met the eyes of passersby, and one couldn't help but wonder if it was due to pranksters or the odd children that dwelled in the Victorian orphanage.
The porch steps creaked when one stepped on them. Cobwebs hung from the pillars and dead insects lay in the clutches of the spiders sitting in the corners. There were a few broken dolls laying on the porch, their heads lolled to the side or ripped off, sitting ten inches from their porcelain bodies.
Inside was worse. The furniture had been covered in white sheets, leaving the impression of distorted monsters waiting in the darkness. The walls had lost their color, the colors and paintings and portraits seeming more and more faded by the second. Every step across the floorboards created an eerie creak that whispered throughout the shadow-filled halls of the house. There were toys everywhere--an unintentional step could result in a crack of a toy's arm or body.
And if you strain your ears, you can still hear the faint laughter of the children that once lived in the orphanage on 23rd street.
wow this was hard to write, thanks for the prompt!

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