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I finally wrote a poem again!
WARNING: It's probably the longest I've ever written.
Why Can’t We Fix This?
SpoilerI’m a tiny little worm.I crawl through the dirt, just living,Just doing as I wasCreated to do.I poke my tiny headOutOf the dirt.I wiggle further,Further…Splat!I hit something hard.What is it?I can’t see it, for,I don’t have eyes.I try to push through itTo no avail!I try to go around itBut I can’t escape.I can’t eat it,I can’t get out of it.I am trapped!Over the next while,It becomes hot.Very hot.I can feel the sun, and I tryTo squirm away,But the sun burns me!It’s hot, so very hotI’m drying out,The heat-I am a squirrel.I bounce, too and fro,Collecting food and savingIt away forWinter.My purpose.I see something on the ground!It’s shiny.I creep closer, trying to see…It smells good!I take a small bite of it.It’s slippery, crinkly, and doesn’tTaste like anything I’veEver eaten.A sound comes fromThe hill above me.I smell human.I bound up the nearestTree,Perching where I can see…The human throwsSomething down the hill.Something shiny, roundish,Clear- like water, like ice?The thing hits a rockAnd… shatters?Little bits go flyingEverywhere,Then, the humanLeaves.I wait for a long time,Unmoving.Then, ICreepDownThe tree,Scurry overTo one of thePieces.I sniff at it,But it doesn’t move.It’s so shiny…I reach my paw forward…A stick somewhereBehind me,Cracks suddenly!I jump at the sound,My paw, comes down onThe shard of the thing-It goes right throughMy paw!I squeak in painAnd fright,Bounding up the nearestTree!The thing, now stuckDeep into my paw,Comes with me.I look down at theBark of the treeIn which I cling.It is spattered with blood.I can smell it.It’s my blood.I try to climb higherIn the tree,LimpingAll the way.When I feel I’m safeEnough,I examine my paw.The pain is excruciating,My blood continues to leak fromTorn skin and matted fur.I can still feel the thingInside.It seems to beGougingDeeper.After trying,With no luck,For some timeTo getThe thing outOf my paw,I start to feelSleepy.My paw starts to feelNumb, my headFeelsLight…I have to find my nest,Just toTakeA smallSleep…I am a deer.I’m trotting over my patch ofWoods,My head heldHigh, my eightAntler pointsDisplayed proudly.I am at the top of a small rise,The strange rock I’m standingOn is interlacedWith strange,Metallic-smelling bars.It makes me uneasy, for someReason.It’s going to be fine.Of course it will be.I take oneStepCloser to the edge,Ears alert forAny sign ofDanger.My ears couldNever have warned meOf what happenedNext.The footing underMy front hoovesSuddenly collapses,Tumbling me over the edge!But my rear legs becomeTangled in thoseStrange metallicBars, snagging me painfully.I’m suspended,Upside down,Three deerlengths aboveThe rocky ground.The bars are hard and solid,Digging into my slenderLegs,Cutting them deeply.If only I had knowWhat sharp edgesThey had!I’m kickingFrantically,Trying to break free,Trying to escape the painThe horror of being soPrecariously high!A sound rises in my throat,Tears out my mouth beforeI can stop it.Whether from painOr fear, I can’t tell.I bawl again, continuing to kickFor a long while.I’m getting soTired.I stop struggling, feelingThe weight ofMy bodyPressingDown on myLungs,Blood rushingTo my head.My vision isTurning red,Clouded by the bloodIn my skull.My breath comes in pants.Everything hurts.I have no more strength.I’m bleeding…Bleeding….I’m a person,A young person.I’m waking through the woods,Beside the river.I’m disgusted!There is so much trash!I can’t take a single stepWithout glassCrunchingBeneath my shoes.Plastic and metal protrude fromThe surrounding leaf-litter.A small bird hops over a halfBuried soda can,Another perches onA beer bottle.Tiny, sickly plants attemptTo grow around a deflatedPlastic pool float.Everywhere, there are glass shards,Beer bottles,Smashed cans,Broken containers,Shattered jars,Dirt and rust,Filth and chemicals.Old tires and plastic toysScattered betweenDying, hole-filled, blackenedTrees.Concrete stairs,Cinder blocks,Concrete pads andAn entire cliff,Twisted, sharp, metalSaluting the dead tree branchesAbove.I walk- slide, more like-Down the steep hill, to theBottom of the cliff.I kick aside leaves,Sticks, rotting wood,Cans, glass, bottles,Underneath…There lies an oldDeer skull.An eight point buck.I pick up the skull.It’s white, bleached,It no longer smells.I shake my head,Trying to imagine whatMight haveKilled the poorThing.I look around the dying woods, down to the murky, nasty,WaterBelow.Is there any hope for this land?Can it ever beReturned to whatIt was created to be?Can we reconcile allThat was lost?Can we restart theEcosystem?Diversify the floraAnd faunaAs it once was?I don’t know.I’m but one teenager.What can I do?I think about it,Sweat tricklingDown the back of my neck.The gnats swarming my arms.I need to start back soon,Go back to the clean,Bright cottage.I have a beautiful place toStay, here,But the animals?The permanent residents?Those defenseless againstPollution?Their woods-Where they have been sinceDay fourOf creation-Is now fullOf things they can’tStand against,Things they had no partIn making!Things that onlyDesecrate their habitats,But help us so thatWe can do less work,At the expense of theEcosystem,At the expense of that whichEnables us to live at all.Their woods seem toNo longer beTheir woods.Why can we not fix this?Take care of all thisPollution,Take care of our farms,In turn, our health,The health ofOur children,Grandchildren,Yes, great grandchildren!Why can’t weStopFighting out wars,Our petty squabbles overLand-Land that is slowlyDisappearing.Why don’t we take careOf this wonderful giftGod has blessed us with?Why can’t we fix this?-Stick 4-16-24 -
I finally wrote a poem again!
WARNING: It's probably the longest I've ever written.
Why Can’t We Fix This?
SpoilerI’m a tiny little worm.I crawl through the dirt, just living,Just doing as I wasCreated to do.I poke my tiny headOutOf the dirt.I wiggle further,Further…Splat!I hit something hard.What is it?I can’t see it, for,I don’t have eyes.I try to push through itTo no avail!I try to go around itBut I can’t escape.I can’t eat it,I can’t get out of it.I am trapped!Over the next while,It becomes hot.Very hot.I can feel the sun, and I tryTo squirm away,But the sun burns me!It’s hot, so very hotI’m drying out,The heat-I am a squirrel.I bounce, too and fro,Collecting food and savingIt away forWinter.My purpose.I see something on the ground!It’s shiny.I creep closer, trying to see…It smells good!I take a small bite of it.It’s slippery, crinkly, and doesn’tTaste like anything I’veEver eaten.A sound comes fromThe hill above me.I smell human.I bound up the nearestTree,Perching where I can see…The human throwsSomething down the hill.Something shiny, roundish,Clear- like water, like ice?The thing hits a rockAnd… shatters?Little bits go flyingEverywhere,Then, the humanLeaves.I wait for a long time,Unmoving.Then, ICreepDownThe tree,Scurry overTo one of thePieces.I sniff at it,But it doesn’t move.It’s so shiny…I reach my paw forward…A stick somewhereBehind me,Cracks suddenly!I jump at the sound,My paw, comes down onThe shard of the thing-It goes right throughMy paw!I squeak in painAnd fright,Bounding up the nearestTree!The thing, now stuckDeep into my paw,Comes with me.I look down at theBark of the treeIn which I cling.It is spattered with blood.I can smell it.It’s my blood.I try to climb higherIn the tree,LimpingAll the way.When I feel I’m safeEnough,I examine my paw.The pain is excruciating,My blood continues to leak fromTorn skin and matted fur.I can still feel the thingInside.It seems to beGougingDeeper.After trying,With no luck,For some timeTo getThe thing outOf my paw,I start to feelSleepy.My paw starts to feelNumb, my headFeelsLight…I have to find my nest,Just toTakeA smallSleep…I am a deer.I’m trotting over my patch ofWoods,My head heldHigh, my eightAntler pointsDisplayed proudly.I am at the top of a small rise,The strange rock I’m standingOn is interlacedWith strange,Metallic-smelling bars.It makes me uneasy, for someReason.It’s going to be fine.Of course it will be.I take oneStepCloser to the edge,Ears alert forAny sign ofDanger.My ears couldNever have warned meOf what happenedNext.The footing underMy front hoovesSuddenly collapses,Tumbling me over the edge!But my rear legs becomeTangled in thoseStrange metallicBars, snagging me painfully.I’m suspended,Upside down,Three deerlengths aboveThe rocky ground.The bars are hard and solid,Digging into my slenderLegs,Cutting them deeply.If only I had knowWhat sharp edgesThey had!I’m kickingFrantically,Trying to break free,Trying to escape the painThe horror of being soPrecariously high!A sound rises in my throat,Tears out my mouth beforeI can stop it.Whether from painOr fear, I can’t tell.I bawl again, continuing to kickFor a long while.I’m getting soTired.I stop struggling, feelingThe weight ofMy bodyPressingDown on myLungs,Blood rushingTo my head.My vision isTurning red,Clouded by the bloodIn my skull.My breath comes in pants.Everything hurts.I have no more strength.I’m bleeding…Bleeding….I’m a person,A young person.I’m waking through the woods,Beside the river.I’m disgusted!There is so much trash!I can’t take a single stepWithout glassCrunchingBeneath my shoes.Plastic and metal protrude fromThe surrounding leaf-litter.A small bird hops over a halfBuried soda can,Another perches onA beer bottle.Tiny, sickly plants attemptTo grow around a deflatedPlastic pool float.Everywhere, there are glass shards,Beer bottles,Smashed cans,Broken containers,Shattered jars,Dirt and rust,Filth and chemicals.Old tires and plastic toysScattered betweenDying, hole-filled, blackenedTrees.Concrete stairs,Cinder blocks,Concrete pads andAn entire cliff,Twisted, sharp, metalSaluting the dead tree branchesAbove.I walk- slide, more like-Down the steep hill, to theBottom of the cliff.I kick aside leaves,Sticks, rotting wood,Cans, glass, bottles,Underneath…There lies an oldDeer skull.An eight point buck.I pick up the skull.It’s white, bleached,It no longer smells.I shake my head,Trying to imagine whatMight haveKilled the poorThing.I look around the dying woods, down to the murky, nasty,WaterBelow.Is there any hope for this land?Can it ever beReturned to whatIt was created to be?Can we reconcile allThat was lost?Can we restart theEcosystem?Diversify the floraAnd faunaAs it once was?I don’t know.I’m but one teenager.What can I do?I think about it,Sweat tricklingDown the back of my neck.The gnats swarming my arms.I need to start back soon,Go back to the clean,Bright cottage.I have a beautiful place toStay, here,But the animals?The permanent residents?Those defenseless againstPollution?Their woods-Where they have been sinceDay fourOf creation-Is now fullOf things they can’tStand against,Things they had no partIn making!Things that onlyDesecrate their habitats,But help us so thatWe can do less work,At the expense of theEcosystem,At the expense of that whichEnables us to live at all.Their woods seem toNo longer beTheir woods.Why can we not fix this?Take care of all thisPollution,Take care of our farms,In turn, our health,The health ofOur children,Grandchildren,Yes, great grandchildren!Why can’t weStopFighting out wars,Our petty squabbles overLand-Land that is slowlyDisappearing.Why don’t we take careOf this wonderful giftGod has blessed us with?Why can’t we fix this?-Stick 4-16-24 -
I finally wrote a poem again!
WARNING: It's probably the longest I've ever written.
Why Can’t We Fix This?
SpoilerI’m a tiny little worm.I crawl through the dirt, just living,Just doing as I wasCreated to do.I poke my tiny headOutOf the dirt.I wiggle further,Further…Splat!I hit something hard.What is it?I can’t see it, for,I don’t have eyes.I try to push through itTo no avail!I try to go around itBut I can’t escape.I can’t eat it,I can’t get out of it.I am trapped!Over the next while,It becomes hot.Very hot.I can feel the sun, and I tryTo squirm away,But the sun burns me!It’s hot, so very hotI’m drying out,The heat-I am a squirrel.I bounce, too and fro,Collecting food and savingIt away forWinter.My purpose.I see something on the ground!It’s shiny.I creep closer, trying to see…It smells good!I take a small bite of it.It’s slippery, crinkly, and doesn’tTaste like anything I’veEver eaten.A sound comes fromThe hill above me.I smell human.I bound up the nearestTree,Perching where I can see…The human throwsSomething down the hill.Something shiny, roundish,Clear- like water, like ice?The thing hits a rockAnd… shatters?Little bits go flyingEverywhere,Then, the humanLeaves.I wait for a long time,Unmoving.Then, ICreepDownThe tree,Scurry overTo one of thePieces.I sniff at it,But it doesn’t move.It’s so shiny…I reach my paw forward…A stick somewhereBehind me,Cracks suddenly!I jump at the sound,My paw, comes down onThe shard of the thing-It goes right throughMy paw!I squeak in painAnd fright,Bounding up the nearestTree!The thing, now stuckDeep into my paw,Comes with me.I look down at theBark of the treeIn which I cling.It is spattered with blood.I can smell it.It’s my blood.I try to climb higherIn the tree,LimpingAll the way.When I feel I’m safeEnough,I examine my paw.The pain is excruciating,My blood continues to leak fromTorn skin and matted fur.I can still feel the thingInside.It seems to beGougingDeeper.After trying,With no luck,For some timeTo getThe thing outOf my paw,I start to feelSleepy.My paw starts to feelNumb, my headFeelsLight…I have to find my nest,Just toTakeA smallSleep…I am a deer.I’m trotting over my patch ofWoods,My head heldHigh, my eightAntler pointsDisplayed proudly.I am at the top of a small rise,The strange rock I’m standingOn is interlacedWith strange,Metallic-smelling bars.It makes me uneasy, for someReason.It’s going to be fine.Of course it will be.I take oneStepCloser to the edge,Ears alert forAny sign ofDanger.My ears couldNever have warned meOf what happenedNext.The footing underMy front hoovesSuddenly collapses,Tumbling me over the edge!But my rear legs becomeTangled in thoseStrange metallicBars, snagging me painfully.I’m suspended,Upside down,Three deerlengths aboveThe rocky ground.The bars are hard and solid,Digging into my slenderLegs,Cutting them deeply.If only I had knowWhat sharp edgesThey had!I’m kickingFrantically,Trying to break free,Trying to escape the painThe horror of being soPrecariously high!A sound rises in my throat,Tears out my mouth beforeI can stop it.Whether from painOr fear, I can’t tell.I bawl again, continuing to kickFor a long while.I’m getting soTired.I stop struggling, feelingThe weight ofMy bodyPressingDown on myLungs,Blood rushingTo my head.My vision isTurning red,Clouded by the bloodIn my skull.My breath comes in pants.Everything hurts.I have no more strength.I’m bleeding…Bleeding….I’m a person,A young person.I’m waking through the woods,Beside the river.I’m disgusted!There is so much trash!I can’t take a single stepWithout glassCrunchingBeneath my shoes.Plastic and metal protrude fromThe surrounding leaf-litter.A small bird hops over a halfBuried soda can,Another perches onA beer bottle.Tiny, sickly plants attemptTo grow around a deflatedPlastic pool float.Everywhere, there are glass shards,Beer bottles,Smashed cans,Broken containers,Shattered jars,Dirt and rust,Filth and chemicals.Old tires and plastic toysScattered betweenDying, hole-filled, blackenedTrees.Concrete stairs,Cinder blocks,Concrete pads andAn entire cliff,Twisted, sharp, metalSaluting the dead tree branchesAbove.I walk- slide, more like-Down the steep hill, to theBottom of the cliff.I kick aside leaves,Sticks, rotting wood,Cans, glass, bottles,Underneath…There lies an oldDeer skull.An eight point buck.I pick up the skull.It’s white, bleached,It no longer smells.I shake my head,Trying to imagine whatMight haveKilled the poorThing.I look around the dying woods, down to the murky, nasty,WaterBelow.Is there any hope for this land?Can it ever beReturned to whatIt was created to be?Can we reconcile allThat was lost?Can we restart theEcosystem?Diversify the floraAnd faunaAs it once was?I don’t know.I’m but one teenager.What can I do?I think about it,Sweat tricklingDown the back of my neck.The gnats swarming my arms.I need to start back soon,Go back to the clean,Bright cottage.I have a beautiful place toStay, here,But the animals?The permanent residents?Those defenseless againstPollution?Their woods-Where they have been sinceDay fourOf creation-Is now fullOf things they can’tStand against,Things they had no partIn making!Things that onlyDesecrate their habitats,But help us so thatWe can do less work,At the expense of theEcosystem,At the expense of that whichEnables us to live at all.Their woods seem toNo longer beTheir woods.Why can we not fix this?Take care of all thisPollution,Take care of our farms,In turn, our health,The health ofOur children,Grandchildren,Yes, great grandchildren!Why can’t weStopFighting out wars,Our petty squabbles overLand-Land that is slowlyDisappearing.Why don’t we take careOf this wonderful giftGod has blessed us with?Why can’t we fix this?-Stick 4-16-24 -
AHHHH GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS!!!!
I WAS JUST A WITNESS TO THE MOST EPIC BURN BATTLE I'VE EVER SEEN!!!
I WROTE IT ALL DOWN FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT!!!
AND YOU MIGHT KNOW BOTH OF THESE PEOPLE!!!
Veil- @Part Of The Narrative
Shard boi- @Shardwatcher01
Me- @Just-A-Stick (me)
ENJOY!!!
SpoilerSpoilerVeil: You look wackyShard boi: you aren’t wrongVeil: Okayyyy… we love a man who can recognize his flaws.Shard boi:
great
Shard boi: I'm just better than you in every way, clearlyVeil: WUT OH IM HERE FOR THIS-Veil: I mean I don’t believe in evolutionVeil: But I can see how scientists could think you evolved from a monkeyVeil: I still wanna know what your parents look like
Veil: Then I would know for sure where the inter breeding occurred, cuz with that face he ain’t no purebred…filthy little mud bloodVeil: *channels draco*Shard boi: Clearly God turned around when making herShard boi (to me): Ur friend is a witchMe: My mamma is a witch? What does that make me
Shard boi: Son of a witchShard boi: lolVeil: Bold of you to assume god made meVeil: Bold of him to assume I’m humanShard boi: Ur right you’re straight from hellShard boi: Pesky demonShard boi: No wonder she looks like thatVeil, replying to “Ur right you’re straight from hell”:And what does that make him from? Surely not Hades. Not even he could stand to see THAT in his court of demons every dayVeil: I’m not surprised he’s never kissed a girl. Should’ve known he didn’t have a motherVeil: Bet the stork had a job carrying him to the chimney, since every time it peeked in the blanket it almost dropped him in disgustVeil:
Veil: If you leave my bb girl on read I will leave your application to life on readVeil:
Shard boi, replying to “I’m not surprised he’s never kissed a girl. Should’ve known he didn’t have a mother”:WoowVeil, replying to “Wooow”:That’s what I thought you teenage soil bagShard boi: I’m done with y’allVeil: (Dirt is too good for him)Shard boi: I can’t roast good enough!Shard boi: She was clearly made in hellShard boi: That’s how she roasts it's the fires of hellShard boi: I can’t compete with thatShard boi (to me): *alsouradopted* COUGHMe: I’m adopted?Shard boi: Satan can’t have childrenVeil: Your threats roll off of me like water, my less then divine brethrenVeil, replying to “Satan can’t have children”:I KNEW HE DIDNT HAVE A MOTHERVeil:
Veil: Everything makes sense nowVeil: Hey, if the fires of hell have chick-fil-a then fineVeil: *slurps milkshake*Shard boi: LollllShard boi:Why do I talk to y’allShard boi, replying with to “Hey, if the fires of hell have chick-fil-a then fine”:They don’tVeil, replying to “Why do I talk to y’all”:Because you’ve never kissed a girl so you grasp the desperate hope that even though if we meet I will surely give you the kiss of death, it’s better then nothingShard boi: I quitttttVeil, replying to “They don’t”:Silly me. You would know better then anyShard boi: Lemme alooooneVeil: You and your invisible girlfriend. No mating you twoVeil: Until next time, spawn of the pitMe: The poor guy-Veil: Yeah, he shouldn’t have triedVeil: I slayed thoVeil: Slayed him
THE AMOUNT OF WORK THAT TOOK-
*dies*
*revies*
BUT IT WAS AWESOME!!!
There's a lesson here.
Don't get into a roasting battle with @Part Of The Narrative.
She is a worthy foe.
~ Stick
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Y'all remember when I said I was going to the National Zoo?
Welllll... it was 60 degrees (F) and rainy, so it got canceled.
We did go to the Philidelphia Museum of Art instead and I got a bunch of cool photos that I might post at some point
I'm still really behind on schoolwork and we still aren't very good mental health-wise, so that's why I haven't been on as much.
Apologies to everyone I'm RPing with currently, I'm trying to do better.
How are all of you? Anything interesting happen while I was gone?
Anyway,
Love you guys!
~ Stick
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WHOS EXCITED FOR REN SEASON??
I AM!!!
so, here’s some REN FAIRE FIT PICS!!!!
piece-by-piece walkthrough with info on each part, in case you’re curious:
SpoilerThese sleeves are from Emory Park. i thrifted them for 12$.
tank top from Dress Forum, thrifted for 7$
corset from Amazon, I don’t know the brand, but i think the price was around 20-30$. you def hafta break it in but once you do it’s really nice and surprisingly comfy
skirt from Scarlet Darkness, kind of pricy (30-40$ish?) but amazing quality
i got this fur thing off of Facebook Marketplace. i have no idea what its original purpose, brand, or price was but i saw it and had to buy it.
belt from temu, like 3$
bracers from Amazon, i think they were about 12$
Necklaces thrifted for like 1$
Found these boots at a garage sale a few years ago for insanely cheap (2.50$?) and i couldn’t pass them up.
this bag was like 5$ at goodwill, it fits literally so much and works perfectly with the aesthetic
the outfit :3
Spoiler
i’m literally so obsessed i can’t—
is it possibly slightly overkill?
yeah, maybe a little bit.
do i care?
absolutely not.
*ob* *sessed.*
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Okay it's WAY past morning, but here's some more details about prom!
- My gf slow danced a bunch of times and it was amazing
- The DJ played Rasputin and SO MANY people sang along
- He also played the Macarena, and doing the dance with all those other people was a lot of fun
- I didn't get prom king, but a friend of mine did, and we got to hang out this morning, so that was cool
- There was a photo taken of the senior class and it was a lot of fun wrangling everyone into place
- One of my friends thought that I said my gf is 13 (she's not. We're only a little more than a year apart in age), so that was… an interesting conversation
- There was, unfortunately, not a Rickroll this year
- After prom was over, my gf and I sat in my car and talked about GoT lore for a bit
- Right before we were about to kiss, Winged Hussars by Sabaton started playing. The beginning of that song is very intense and very sudden, and it was so unexpected that we both burst into laughter
- I didn't go to post-prom, but I still didn't get to bed until after 1am
- Those who did go to post-prom weren't allowed to leave the venue until 2 or 3 in the morning
It was so much fun, and I'll definitely go next year, if I can get in as my gf's +1. However, I am EXHAUSTED. Not only did I stay up super late, I also got up at like 8, then ran around playing airsoft with a bunch of my friends for like five hours. That was fun, but WOW am I sore now.
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I had a dream last night that I had 2.9k notifications on the Shard. Three of which were from an RP I'm not a part of, but for some reason was now in PMs? Also a PM from Stick to me and someone else about starting an RP with/about Hod, the blacksmith in Riverwood, MeLaan, and somebody named Zephyr.
It was hecking weird.
Oh, and then I dreamt about jetskiing to a waterside restaurant with my girlfriend. Neither of us have ever ridden a jetski.
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*inhale*
Hi guysssss
How's it going??
I'm mostly alive I thinkkkkkkkk so that's funnnnnnnn
I wrote a poem and I reallllllly wanna post it but I'm not supposed to because I'm trying to get it published in a magazineeeee
but it's really goooooooddddd
Oh my brain is in a WEIRD place not gunna lie...
Uhmmmmmmmmmm
Yeah I have no idea what I'm doin anymore so that's fun
I won't be on at all this weekend cause I have a youth retreat thingy I'm doing
Anyway...
I don't know what the point of any of this was, but life is lifeing right now so this happened.
See y'all around...
Love,
Stick
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Oh my gosh panda, your new pfp is so cute!
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YOU GUYS LOOK AT MY BEAUTIFUL BABY BOYYYYYY
Spoiler
He’s so pweciousssssss
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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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The poky place where they put my IV in is sore
and so is where they cut my face open
BUT ITS OK
BECAUSE IM NOT TIRED ANYMORE I TOOK A LONG NAP AND THEN DID SOME DRAWING AND YAY!
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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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Oh my gosh panda, your new pfp is so cute!
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The poky place where they put my IV in is sore
and so is where they cut my face open
BUT ITS OK
BECAUSE IM NOT TIRED ANYMORE I TOOK A LONG NAP AND THEN DID SOME DRAWING AND YAY!
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Oh my gosh panda, your new pfp is so cute!
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The poky place where they put my IV in is sore
and so is where they cut my face open
BUT ITS OK
BECAUSE IM NOT TIRED ANYMORE I TOOK A LONG NAP AND THEN DID SOME DRAWING AND YAY!
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Oh my gosh panda, your new pfp is so cute!
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Wit here, if you want to ping people you think would be interested in seeing this, please do. I simply can't name all the people I am grateful for here.
I am taking a break of the shard for a bit. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. Maybe a few weeks. Maybe longer. Maybe a few months. Maybe forever. I don’t think I will be gone forever though. I’d like to ask these things.
@Just-A-Stick, I won’t be there for the therapy rp. Act as if he just hung up randomly.
@justice magician, @Invisible, @TheRavenHasLanded, @Scars of Hathsin @RoyalBeeMage, on the Everything and Anything rp, I really want you guys to continue it. I have no claim in any random people besides Dragon. I would say that he had to spontaneously leave to check on something you don’t know about. He said he would be back shortly. Don’t let it die. Do a heist! I look forward to reading it on return. I have no other pans beyond that. Elan, I summoned you, because I hope you can return to do the One of Worlds and all that drama, as we try to lure her there.
The room. Piling is currently on the North wall, someone…never mind.
TLT, not a ton of action there right now. Yeah.
Insanity Clinic. Technically Wit is in there somewhere. Ignore that like it has been for the past months.
HG, well, mage, I appreciate you doing that with me.
The pirate one is kinda dead… Remember that httyd interest thread? Well, I did fully plan on starting that as soon as HG ended. I didn’t have any specific idea for that, but make it happen! I was going to make a planning doc though.
On the topic of planning docs, the one that JM made, the rp, unfortunately I won’t get to participate in. I will be still on the doc. Also, if there is anything new or idk, on docs, I will be active if you want to ask me something I’ll be there.
Why? Well, I was thinking. I feel like I am at the point in my life where what I spend my time on now will ultimately be my skills for the rest of my life. I’m the broad spectrum of it, the shard, while great, is not something that I can cultivate into what I want to define me. Things that I have spent my whole life and things that I feel are more substantial are what I want to focus on. The shard is great. A community of tight knit people who will never stop their support. Role plays also are technically helping me be a better writer. However, I want to focus on the real substantial things. Things that I want to be. I am also cutting a lot of my things down in my life. Anyways, I hope you guys continue in your awesomeness. Be good. Stay strong. Anything I forgot… I don’t know.
Favorite hymn: A Poor Wafering Man of Grief
Favorite scripture: D+C 122: 7-9
Favorite Quote: Well, that's complicated
When I made that long list of quotes, I maintained one constant. My favorite quote is this:
"Somebody has to start. Somebody has to step forward and do what is right, because it is right." -Brandon Sanderson.
But I'd like to ask Brandon if I can alter it. I actually slightly disagree with this century old notion.
"Someone has to start. Somebody has to step forward, even when it is hard. Even when all the world is against you. When the popular decision is to be with the unrighteous. When all seems to be lost, when there seems to be no hope, when you are lower that you thought anybody in the world could be. When you feel so unloved, so unknown. When you find yourself stuck in the same place, the same endless circle of sin that you thought you could make it out of. When you lack purpose. When you feel like the world has done nothing but hedge your way to what you feel in your soul to be the things of life. Somebody has to start. Somebody has to step forward and do what is right, not only because it is right, but because there is a God who knows you. Because, out there, watching and smiling at you, is a God who Loves you. Step forward and do what is right because it is the way of Him. Step forward and do what is right because it is right. Step forward. Do what is right, and carry along those who have yet to find the strength to join you. Step forward."
God be with you till we meet again.
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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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Good afternoon sunshine
You are looking so gorgeous right now
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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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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)
