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Happppyyyy Biiiiiirrrthhhhdaaaaayyy Tooooooooooo Youuuuuuuu
Hope it's a great one!
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Thank you so much!!
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Hey Y'all...
We might be doing a bit better...
Not super sure, the only thing on my mind right now is how vastly deprived of physical attention I am...
Oh, for the record, my love language is very much touch!
Like, if you would meet me IRL and randomly just grab my hand and hold it, I'm your bestie!
Anyway... I had a point to this SU I think?
*thinks*
OH YEAH-
Our hamsters had babies!! 11 or 12 of them, we lost 3, but that's okay and to be expected.
Pictures coming soon!
Love you all,
~ Stick
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No names yet cause at the moment, they are small and blind and pink and as big as my fingertip soooo...
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do they look like little pink erasers? that's what my aunt told me when talking about her baby hamsters from when she was younger
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@shortcake yeah, pretty much!
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Quick note that leaving status updates only really helps if you report them, otherwise it's going to rely on a mod checking users individually either way (how I found this).
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Oh okay, that makes so much sense, thank you!
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Thank you!
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NightCafe (AI art creator) Is the art platform I use and I made a challenge there that's Brandon-related
Here's the link if you wanna be a dear and join me and @TwinSouls in the challenge!
Accounts are free and easy to use!
https://creator.nightcafe.studio/studio?join=f7ANI&ru=Just-A-Stick
(also, if you use my link I get a tiny reward xD)
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Okay
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@shortcake is this later?
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mmmmmmmmmmmmm yes it is, but it's not the correct later
still at school lol
and I don't have my tablet and wont for at least the next week or so, so yea
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Morning everyone.
I'm not okay.
The last kitten died.
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Kittens are coming!
Sapphire is in labor, so far she's had four and three of them didn't make it.
There might be more, but we'll see.
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Stick, it is NOT your fault that the kittens passed away. It’s part of the cycle of life. Sometimes we can’t do anything about it, and we have to live with the facts. Yes, it’s okay to grieve, and it’s okay to feel things. But it is not okay to blame yourself for these deaths that were completely out of your control. These kittens were in God’s hands. We love you
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Sick, you didn't kill them. It isn't your fault in any way shape or form.
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Stick, trust me, it wasn't your fault
like Kajsa said, it's part of the cycle of life
I'm here for you, though, if you ever want to talk
It's okay to grieve
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You guyssss
Thank you so much for the day win!!!
Love y'all too!
Oh! And I got the Words of Radiance Leather bound on Backerkit!
I'm so happy!
I have literally so many life updates rn...
Uhh...
I'll do them laterrrrrrrrr
Maybe
Anyway, I'm now back for the foreseeable future!
LOVE YOU GUYS!!!
~ Stick
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Oh, hey!!
Face reveal time!!!!
SpoilerSpoilerSpoiler
Do with it what you will.
~ Stick
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You look familiar for some reason...
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OMG GUYS THXXXX
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You look fantastic
Spoilerlol, I saw how many spoilers there was and thought, either this is a very tall and thin image, or this isn’t an actual face reveal, and I was right. i
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I wrote a short scene thing.
It will also be in my writing thread, which is linked in my About Me.
Acting
TW: Blood, violence, neglect, self harm, school shooting, murder oh and suicide.
SpoilerActing
The girl looked in the mirror, adjusting the mask that covered the lower half of her face. It was turned up in a bright, cheerful smile. It helped hide all the pain on the inside. Is it good enough? It wouldn’t do to have anyone prying into her past. Not today.
She brushed the mask over with makeup, matching it to the rest of her face, adding in a few beautiful details. Just to make them like me.
The girl turned away from the bathroom mirror, satisfied that nobody would find out.
She tugged her sweatshirt sleeves down, covering all of the many, ugly scars on her arms. Hiding the rope burns underneath her bracelets. Hiding where her ribs stuck out from lack of food with special pads in her clothes.
She picked up her backpack, barely able to carry it because of its weight. It held so much baggage. It held everything. To lose it would ruin everything. So she would keep it with her.
The girl struggled down the front steps of the decrepit old house. She turned the street corner and started walking, shoulders hunched against the cold wind.
She walked that way until about a block away from the building. Stopping there, she stepped behind a tree, pulling out a tiny mirror and checking that everything was in place. Good… it’s all good. She snapped the case shut, put it away and finished her walk, one hand resting comfortably on the gun inside her coat.
She ducked through the doors, walking down the hallway, a spring in her step and a smile on her face while, on the inside, her gut roiled with hatred.
Hatred of herself, and everyone else. It was a swirling pit of darkness, cruel and twisted. But that was her. That was who she was. It was the most important part of her.
She stopped at her locker, hand tightening on the gun in her jacket, fingers caressing the smooth, worn rubber. This wasn’t their first rodeo. They had killed before. It was easy. Ready? She asked the gun, not expecting a response, but asking anyway.
She looked up and down the hallway, verifying that there were plenty of students. Targets. She corrected herself. That's all they are now. Targets.
She would have to be quick. She would have to kill as many as she could before killing herself.
All in one fluid motion, she yanked the gun out of her jacket and opened fire, tuning the screams out as blood sprayed the once white hallway.
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“Motivation?” The news reporter said to the camera. “The police were unable to find any. The murderer was the person the surviving students always saw as the smiling, happy, calm and respectful type. When trying to dig into her past, we couldn’t find anything except a few forged birth certificates. No family, no relatives, no caretakers. Just empty record after empty record.
The murderer is now dead. She reportedly turned the gun on herself after killing and wounding a total of 35 students. Please be supportive of the families and friends of those lost, and together, we will stand through this tragedy as a community.”
The broadcast ended and the screen went black. The girl stood up and left the room.
It was time to move to a new city.
~ Stick 3-24-24
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OMG thanks Shorty!!!
That low key means so much
Like... sososososososooooo much
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WHAT in the-
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That was both horrific and amazing. You're an author, in ever sense of the word!
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The Space Heater
On the then-below-zero day, it was on, near the patients' chair, the old heater kept by the analyst's couch, at the end, like the infant's headstone that was added near the foot of my father's grave. And it was hot, with the almost laughing satire of a fire's heat, the little coils like hairs in Hell. And it was making a group of sick noises— I wanted the doctor to turn it off but I couldn't seem to ask, so I just stared, but it did not budge. The doctor turned his heavy, soft palm outward, toward me, inviting me to speak, I said, "If you're cold-are you cold? But if it's on for me..." He held his palm out toward me, I tried to ask, but I only muttered, but he said, "Of course," as if I had asked, and he stood up and approached the heater, and then stood on one foot, and threw himself toward the wall with one hand, and with the other hand reached down, behind the couch, to pull the plug out. I looked away, I had not known he would have to bend like that. And I was so moved, that he would act undignified, to help me, that I cried, not trying to stop, but as if the moans made sentences which bore some human message. If he would cast himself toward the outlet for me, as if bending with me in my old shame and horror, then I would rest on his art-and the heater purred, like a creature or the familiar of a creature, or the child of a familiar, the father of a child, the spirit of a father, the healing of a spirit, the vision of healing, the heat of vision, the power of heat, the pleasure of power.
—Sharon Olds
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[Verse 1]
Pictures on the wall
Swear they're all getting grayer
Don’t feel a thing at all
But no one's even aware 'cause
I just try to smile
Through all the pain
"How you been?"
"Oh I’m doing great"
But please don't
Ask me to promise
'Cause If I were honest
[Chorus]
A lie, it's a lie
I may look happy
But I swear that I'm dying on the inside
Survive, survive
I don't know the last time I felt truly alive
I spend way too much time
Laying in my bed
'Cause I don't wanna deal with my life
Ohhh
A lie, it’s a lie
I just wanna feel alright[Verse 2]
Sleep in
’Till afternoon
But I still wake up tired
Don't know
What else to do
I feel so uninspired and
Finding motivation never works
Every day feels a little worse
So I just pretend I’m okay
When all I want to say is
[Chorus]
A lie, it's a lie
I may look happy
But I swear that I'm dying on the inside
Survive, survive
I don't know the last time I felt truly alive
I spend way too much time
Laying in my bed
’Cause I don't wanna deal with my life
Ohhh
A lie, it's a lie
I just wanna feel alright~ Kyle Hume, Alive (it's a lie)
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I wrote a poem the other night
SpoilerCrippling Depression
I stare at the ceiling,Unmoving.My mindFeels numb.I don’t evenBlink my eyes.My body tingles,My hands shake,I’m cold all over.But the realChill isInside.I feel frozen in place,Stuck in aCold, mentalMud.My eyes water and aSingle tearRollsDown myCheek.I can’t even move toWipe it away.It feels warm,Then cold,Traveling down,To drip into myEar.I blink onceAnd it brings moreTears.They sting my eyesAs they fall.I am being consumedBy this empty feeling.By the immense lonelinessThat finds meSo often these days.I can’t get warm.I can hardlyMove my chestUp andDownTo breathe.The emptinessIs joined byThe massiveWeightOf self hatred.I can feel myHeartBreaking,Even as itBeats.My eyes goUnfocused,Lights blurry.The world is softerThat way,Everything looksLike clouds.Clouds thatI can sink into,Sink intoUnmoving,Wrapped in theCold mistyBlanket.I’m shaking harder now,I can hardly feel it.I can’t see it.I try toWiggle myFingers,But it’s too hard.I am faintly awareOf a sensationOf drifting.Have I joined theClouds?Is that what I am now?Cold and damp,Floating away,To some otherPlace?Twenty-three daysI whisper in my mind,It’s too long.I can’tWait thatLong.I’m drifting.D r i f t i n g…DRIFTING~ Stick 3-21-24 -
Well, it took a lil bit for me to decide what I wanted my "I'm back" post to be...
But! I decided to post more
Watercolor Art
So, here we go!
I did 3 trout for an environmental science thingy for school.
IT TOOK HOURS-
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BUT I DID IT!!
(yes, i KNOW the brookie doesn't look right! i was rushed and I messed up a bunch)
And, my Mom's birthday is on Saturday so I painted her a flower.
It's supposed to be a ranunculus, but it looks more like a rose.
Not the best, but it was okay.
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Anyway, I'm still alive, even if I don't feel like it.
Love y'all,
Stay safe,
My PMs are always open.
~ Stick
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Lol
These look amazing
I wish I could paint that well
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Stick's back! *yay!*
Those are so cool! As a fishing enthusiast, I can tell you that they all look really good!
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Thanks!
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*sigh*
Guess who's thinking about leaving the shard?
MY BABYGIRL! THAT'S WHO!!!
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Noooo!
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*attempts to refrain from panicking at the loud clapping and yelling that is happening*
*counts down seconds till end of school*
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YOU GOT THISSSSS
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thank you both
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I wish you Luck- good job on making it this far so far though!
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Oh no...
The guys at my school just discovered that I have noise sensitivity issues...
Uhmmmmm
*fear*
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*accepts*
*hides under blanket that I don't have*
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Oh scud- I wish i could help-
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do you have earbuds? or focus on a specific sound like tapping or like, a certain part of the background music to a song
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*SIGH*
This aquaponics project is killing me...
Apparently, you can't set the floating raft with the plants inside the fish tank, you apparently need a separate fish tank for all the plants with pumps and filters and stuff in between...
I'm so tired of this, but tomorrow is project day, so...
yep
that's where I'm at...
back to research...
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Guys, I'm literally not watching the trailer for an R rated movie while I'm supposed to be doing schoolwork!
That's not me!
I would never do that...
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What in the Marty McFly?
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@SmilingPanda19 is my mamma, and my child, depending on the circumstances.
You are, (i'm pretty sure) a dude.
A dude who, is apparently fRiEnDs WiTh My cHiLd!!!
That warrants my protection.
Understand?*
*thisisallajokexDnooffenceintended,imjustbored*
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*youhonestlythinkyoucouldoffendme?loooooolittakesalotmorethanthat*
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