u/R1N6N

Here's mine:

>!Woah-Woah! Woop-Yeah! My name is carti, Woop yeah

It is not Marty lop deedee yeah woop

If you are trim vamp

Then raise your hands

Because this is the carti song! Yeah yeah!

Woop yeah! This is the carti song!

Laaa dee dee shlobbidy doop doo dah

My name is not Marty because it is carti

Shout out to subject property

Hey hey yeah raise your hands if you are a vamp

All my vamps rise up together because this is the carti song and we all unite tonight to party to the carti song because it is a good time

Yeaaah heeah wooooah hooah woop doo dah

(Ken carson verse)

*Everybody cheers*

Hey everyone... my name is Ken but you could cal me king

Carson like these carts that I'm vaping

This is the carti party but he could let the cars-in

(Chorus)

Wooah woah yeah this is the carti song la dee doop shoot da dee dah this is the carti song because the one who is the best is carti la dee dee woah yeah!<

I've been fostering these pups for a few days now. It's my first time fostering, and I've never cared for a puppy this young. Every time I put them in their crates to sleep, they freak out and start barking as long as possible. I've been taking them out and letting them lay on the couch with me until they get all sleepy, then I slowly and silently put them in their crates one at a time, they curl up and maybe let out a whine or two and then sleep just fine. Is this okay, or am I reinforcing bad behavior?

So for context I like creative writing (not writing stories but just worldbuilding)

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About two months ago I had a dream where me and a few other people (a pregnant woman, a father and son, and a teacher) were being held hostage in a dim classroom by an old man with white hair who had a silver disc on his wrist that emitted these weird glowing white threads that he could move and control (yet they seemed to have a mind of their own...?). I woke up and decided that the glowing threads were a cool idea and called them silk and then started coming up with a story for them.

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A couple nights later I had another dream about him, and he called himself Simon Sylk. In that dream, he demonstrated the silk and showed me how it works and what it physically was (just stupid chemistry stuff that my mind made up). Basically the idea was that you put the coin on your wrist and the silk slides through your veins and arteries and finds it's way to your brain. When I woke up I wrote it all down. I make up stories and worlds in my head as a pastime so it seemed like my mind had just begun doing it for my dreams. I kept daydreaming about the whole silk concept and came up with the idea that if you pushed the silk too hard it would cause your entire nervous system to glow and burn up the rest of your body leaving you as a glowing nervous system (search up what a nervous system looks like)

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Fast forward to today, I didn't dream but I woke up unable to move and on my back. He was standing there with glowing white eyes and veins and the word "Sylkworm" was written on the wall in glowing white.

Edit: I should mention that "Sylkworm" was written right above my desk where I write about worlds and characters I come up with.