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@Wierdo @Edema Rue @SmilingPanda19 @Lunamor @Anguished_One @The Aspiring Archivist @RoyalBeeMage @Random Bystander @Lego Mistborn @Cash67
Hopefully that's everyone.
This isn't a "good bye" SU. It's more of me saying that I'm taking a step back from the shard, especially in regards to RP. I have very much enjoyed the RP I've done, but it's taking up my time and energy. I'm hoping that I can get back to doing the things I need and want to do by removing myself completely, or, at least almost completely, from RP. I know this inconveniences you, and I'm sorry for that, but it's something I feel needs to happen.
@Lunamor and all others in Percy Jackson RP,
I can either have Edgar gent sent back to camp because of his injuries or he can die. I don't really have a preference.
@Anguished_One @The Aspiring Archivist, in regards to My Turn
I'm not sure what to do here, sorry. I guess Freja could die trying to avenge her sister or something.
I know I said I was going to participate in Hunger Games, but I'm going to have to take that back.
I think I or the RP itself is already inactive for the other one's I am in.
Sorry again for the inconvenience this causes any of you. If anyone ever wants to talk to me, my PMs are open and I enjoy talking to people.
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In the rain, I don't walk alone
It matters not if I'm far from home
Because I can't see
and do not know
In the greyness of the storm.
In the mist
or in the fog
the whole world fades
and I just jog.
When rain clouds smother
what I can see
then I'm not alone,
because next to me
Are a hundred spirits,
a hundred eyes
Guiding me
watching me
through the pines.
When the sun shines bright I cannot hide
I can be seen by passers by
I can be seen
but not quite seen...
but they can tell I walk alone.
But it's not just them, it's me who sees
The vacant path, through empty trees.
I know the path, and can't get lost
and I know I can't continue this walk.
Because when the fog fades,
and the illusion is gone
it's just me who walks
-so lonely- along.
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I really really hate sunburn.
and stress.
and anxiety, now that you mention it…
and horse slobber on my watch.
Cinder decided that it was his yummy snack this evening, and tried to eat it.
nahh, fr tho, riding was good.
ima be mad sore tomorrow, but it was worth it
~ Stick
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I really really hate sunburn.
and stress.
and anxiety, now that you mention it…
and horse slobber on my watch.
Cinder decided that it was his yummy snack this evening, and tried to eat it.
nahh, fr tho, riding was good.
ima be mad sore tomorrow, but it was worth it
~ Stick
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Congrats on winning the day yesterday!
(Seems like you really do make people happy, huh?)
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thanks for following me!
(apologies in advance for all the notifications you'll get from all my status updates I'll post)
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we’re under a tornado watch again. in case you don’t know what that is, it’s basically like “oh my gosh, mom, we could have tacos tonight because we have all the ingredients” but you haven’t actually decided to have tacos. aka there’s all the right conditions for a tornado to appear, but nobody has spotted one. that’s when it becomes a tornado warning and you have to take shelter and the sirens go off.
nothing too crazy’s going on right now, the sky’s just being a lil suspicious and it’s hella warm and humid with some cool breezes going the other way. prime tornado conditions, but we’ll see what happens
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Congrats on winning the day yesterday!
(Seems like you really do make people happy, huh?)
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Guys!
I went to dinner
and wrote a poem
SpoilerMental Picture
I’m imaginingSomewhere quiet,Peaceful.I’m whisking myself away ,Creating a mental picture.I can go anywhere,For imagination hasNo limits.I’m ignoring theNoises.The hustle andBustle ofA crowedRestaurant.I’m ignoringThe dizzinessIgnoring the headache.Trying notTo focus onThe bangingClangingVoicesCan’t breathe-Heart racingMind numbingTunnel visionBlinking backThe black spotsPeople behind meReaching forKnivesKill my familyCan’t breathe-SwirlingAlways swirlingNot hungryHave to escapeRunHideDisappearFeel hot and coldFlushedDizzyGood thingI’m sittingDownOr i mightPass outWatchBuzzesHeart rateTo fastCan’t slow downRacingMy mindHave toPayAttention toThe childrenNeed meCan’t not be okayFor themCalling my nameSnap outPlay their gamesSit on shakingHandsMental pictureDissipatesFadingPopping intoDark swirlingMist.No escapeNot yetChest feelsTightLegs shakeCan’t breatheTrying not toHyperventilateHotHot hot hotTake a sip ofWaterThe burns myTongue withColdBut does nothingTo rid of theInternal heatAnd pressureCan’t findMy mental picture.It’s gone.~ Stick 4-26-24this is how I write when I'm literally dying.
my heart great was 106 bpm the ENTIRE time T-T
I love restaurants guys-
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Congrats on winning the day yesterday!
(Seems like you really do make people happy, huh?)
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Okay, as promised!
SEAL:
SpoilerFood:
SpoilerArts!!!!
SpoilerThere you go!!
(for context read previous SU)
~ Stick
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Guys!
I went to dinner
and wrote a poem
SpoilerMental Picture
I’m imaginingSomewhere quiet,Peaceful.I’m whisking myself away ,Creating a mental picture.I can go anywhere,For imagination hasNo limits.I’m ignoring theNoises.The hustle andBustle ofA crowedRestaurant.I’m ignoringThe dizzinessIgnoring the headache.Trying notTo focus onThe bangingClangingVoicesCan’t breathe-Heart racingMind numbingTunnel visionBlinking backThe black spotsPeople behind meReaching forKnivesKill my familyCan’t breathe-SwirlingAlways swirlingNot hungryHave to escapeRunHideDisappearFeel hot and coldFlushedDizzyGood thingI’m sittingDownOr i mightPass outWatchBuzzesHeart rateTo fastCan’t slow downRacingMy mindHave toPayAttention toThe childrenNeed meCan’t not be okayFor themCalling my nameSnap outPlay their gamesSit on shakingHandsMental pictureDissipatesFadingPopping intoDark swirlingMist.No escapeNot yetChest feelsTightLegs shakeCan’t breatheTrying not toHyperventilateHotHot hot hotTake a sip ofWaterThe burns myTongue withColdBut does nothingTo rid of theInternal heatAnd pressureCan’t findMy mental picture.It’s gone.~ Stick 4-26-24this is how I write when I'm literally dying.
my heart great was 106 bpm the ENTIRE time T-T
I love restaurants guys-
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GUYS!!!
THE DUCKS ARE
DUCKING!!!!
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Helllloooo hoomanssss!!
This is a happy/excited/tired yet energetic SU!
I got amazing food on the way home from the beach and I took a picture
Unfortunately, the picture isn't picturing, so I'll post it tomorrow!
We saw a seal at the beach today!!!
A SEAL!
IN DELAWARE!!!!
I got a video and I'll post it tomorrow.
I also wrote a poem about the child I was with and it'll be in my writing thread (linked in about me)
Love you guys!!!
Thanks for being so awesome!
~ Stick
P.S. THE ARTWORK WORKED AND I'LL ALSO POST TOMORROW!!!!
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GUYS!!!
THE DUCKS ARE
DUCKING!!!!
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Yall are getting me addicted to the shard lol, such a good community
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Yall are getting me addicted to the shard lol, such a good community
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Yall are getting me addicted to the shard lol, such a good community
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Yes, yes yes
I know!
another SU!
BUT!
I'm being a child at 11:00 my time
Chillin' on my bed at the rental house in my pajamas and watching Soul Surfer.
Snuggled in my blanket.
Does it get more iconic than that?
The answer is yes.
It does when Veil is here.
But she's not, so I'm being iconic all by myself.
~ Stick
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GUYS!!!
THE DUCKS ARE
DUCKING!!!!
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Guys!
I went to dinner
and wrote a poem
SpoilerMental Picture
I’m imaginingSomewhere quiet,Peaceful.I’m whisking myself away ,Creating a mental picture.I can go anywhere,For imagination hasNo limits.I’m ignoring theNoises.The hustle andBustle ofA crowedRestaurant.I’m ignoringThe dizzinessIgnoring the headache.Trying notTo focus onThe bangingClangingVoicesCan’t breathe-Heart racingMind numbingTunnel visionBlinking backThe black spotsPeople behind meReaching forKnivesKill my familyCan’t breathe-SwirlingAlways swirlingNot hungryHave to escapeRunHideDisappearFeel hot and coldFlushedDizzyGood thingI’m sittingDownOr i mightPass outWatchBuzzesHeart rateTo fastCan’t slow downRacingMy mindHave toPayAttention toThe childrenNeed meCan’t not be okayFor themCalling my nameSnap outPlay their gamesSit on shakingHandsMental pictureDissipatesFadingPopping intoDark swirlingMist.No escapeNot yetChest feelsTightLegs shakeCan’t breatheTrying not toHyperventilateHotHot hot hotTake a sip ofWaterThe burns myTongue withColdBut does nothingTo rid of theInternal heatAnd pressureCan’t findMy mental picture.It’s gone.~ Stick 4-26-24this is how I write when I'm literally dying.
my heart great was 106 bpm the ENTIRE time T-T
I love restaurants guys-
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guess the song day one!
level: hard
snippet:
Spoilerhint one:
Spoilerhint two:
Spoilergood luck!!!
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Thank you for following me!
SpoilerI'm reeeeaaaly curious so can I ask why?
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guess the song day one!
level: hard
snippet:
Spoilerhint one:
Spoilerhint two:
Spoilergood luck!!!