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[atomic-groupie]

Monkberry Moon Forever

Part 1/?

Summary: Molly was the last person who wanted to go on a random tour with strange people on a bus donated on behalf of Wonderland. After facing the possibility that she wasn’t going to get her money’s worth, she’s quickly turned around by the young, (supposedly) talented stoner next to her. 

Tw: implicit drugging, mention of drugs (this is Magical Mystery Tour), 

For the millionth time, Molly coughed her lungs out as the young man next to her insisted on smoking that funky-smelling cigarette.  

Her fiction novels could barricade her from anything. It shielded her from the unwanted social interaction at school, political arguments between family at Thanksgiving, the crippling realization that whether she liked it or not, in a few years she will have left her fantasy world to be a productive member of society or the fact she didn’t know what to do when that responsibility came down to her. Reading was an impenetrable fortress to her everyday problems. 

“Who bought the tickets for this trip? I did.” 

“Yeah, with my money-”  

“I bought them, alright? I’m taking you out, you’re not taking me anywhere.”

But not even the most riveting novel in the world could save her from the bickering aunt and nephew behind her. 

 Might've made a mistake coming on this trip. She snapped her book shut, resigned to the possibility that this trip wasn’t money well spent. 

‘Get out of your comfort zone’ her therapist said.

The brightly-dressed man exhaled again, the smoke floating into her face. She coughed some more and tried to fan the smoke away. 

 There’s a good reason why it’s called a “Comfort” zone.  

Miss Winters appeared over Molly, holding a glass. 

“Would you like some milk, ma’am?”  

Where the devil did she get the milk from? 

“Uh…sure?” Molly took the glass. The muscles in her hand tensed from the freezing temperature. She sniffed the liquid.

Wait, she realized. What would I be sniffing for? If it's poisoned, it's probably odorless anyway. After Molly drank it, Miss Winters promptly returned to her seat.  

Magical Mystery Tour, indeed. 

[good-ol-johnny]

How's everything with Paul?

Everything’s fine between me and Paul, don’t believe what the tabloids tell ya kiddies.

He’s been real busy and shite since September though so I don’t see much of him unless it’s online or on the Telly. So it was nice getting a call with him wishing me happi borthday. Real nice

[good-ol-johnny]

Paul pretended not to know who I was and nearly called security

Cheeky bastard

[good-ol-johnny]

HAPPY BORTHDAY YE OLD SOD! Jesus yer nearly Ringo’s age... course I am his age. Whatever, hope you stick around longer and longer, and hopefully past me, ya old fart

[good-ol-johnny]

Look who I bumped into when ya sent this 💚💚💚💚

[please-wakeup]

I am experiencing some abnormal sleep phenomena. Abnormal for me, at least. I just moved into a rental house in a cute neighborhood near my university. Upon moving there, I have experienced many strange occurrences that take place while I am “asleep.” The thing is, I’m not so certain I am asleep anymore. It isn’t sleep paralysis, because I can move, and I am almost positive I am awake. Then again, it could just be night terrors. Another thing to note is I only experience these things when my boyfriend is sleeping over with me.

One of the first nights in my new home, I wake up in the middle of the night and see someone standing in the corner of my room with a sack bag over his head. I wasn’t alarmed, nor afraid. In fact, the only emotion I felt was annoyance. I turned to my sleeping boyfriend and prodded him trying to wake him up. When he stirred, I asked him: “Why did you let them in?” I asked him this several times with no response until the figure was gone suddenly. Once the figure was gone, it was out of my mind. I fell asleep again immediately. It wasn't till the middle of the next day that I remembered this happening. My boyfriend doesn't remember me asking him anything.

A few nights later, I wake up in the middle of the night again with the figure now sitting on the corner of my bed looking at me. The thing about its “sack bag” mask is that I’m not really sure that’s an accurate description. It seems its head is always somehow in the shadows with its body clearly visible. Yet, I wouldn’t be able to describe it if you asked. Again, I was not alarmed. I wasn't annoyed this time either. Instead I moved my foot to try and touch it. After moving my foot till it was off the bed, I realized the figure was gone. Again, that was fine: I just went back to sleep. The night right after that one, I woke up to something rattling my door knob. I called out “who is it?” and no one answered. I asked my boyfriend what was happening, but he was in a deep sleep and just grumbled. I drifted back to sleep with the sounds of someone trying to get in my room all around me. For some reason I’m always in a strange set of mind. I wasn't scared or even really concerned. However, the next night was terrifying. I had stayed up most of the night studying for a anatomy test; namely the muscles and bones in the thorax and up. This time when I woke up, the first thing I saw was an empty wheel chair and then the figure standing right next to my side of the bed. This time, however, his chest was ripped open with his ribs sticking out in odd directions. His face was ripped open too, blood pouring all over my floor. I was horrified. I immediately turned away and tried to wake up my boyfriend. He woke up slightly, just enough to let me squirm into his arms. The figure was gone, but I was shaking in fear. I stayed up the rest of the night in terror. I had never been that scared before in my life.

[horticulturalcephalopod]

Paul McCartney: He doesn't even need a bass to play one.

As requested by isingthechanges. Oh god this .gif is kind of questionable. PAULWHATAREYOUDOINGWITHYOURRIGHTHAND? This is what I get for attempting to animate things at 3 AM.

[horticulturalcephalopod]

Paul McCharmly and the lovely Jane Asher as requested by onamidnightvoyage.

I totally have a thing for yellow backgrounds. I'm a sucker for warm colors. Also at one point it looked like I drew the Doctor and Amy Pond instead.

I also like drawing noodle limbs.