Hi! I’m back! Kind of.
I know I’ve been offline for a while, but I’ve been really productive over the last month! I spent my last year at LSM (Lutheran Summer Music) Academy up in Northfield, MN and just got back on Sunday.

It was a bit of a bittersweet year, meeting up with friends across the country for the last time. At least for a while. I did some things differently this year, and I’m really glad I did. I was actually a vocal primary, and got into Jazz Ensemble as a vocalist in a trio. (We ended up doing Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy!)
This year the choir got to sing with Cantus on Stephen Paulus’ The Road Home, and I was part of a trio on the descant,
I made my roommate of 4 consecutive years and my mom cry with both my theater solo and my solo recital (Top of My School - Katherine Lynn Rose for theater, and Laurie’s Song from Aaron Copeland’s The Tenderland for solo recital), and it was great.

I should preface this section by saying that I am not a senior, but am rather going into my senior year.
(Also my roommate knows everybody and what year they’re going into, which is important.)
On the last Saturday, we sang ELW 880 (O God Beyond All Praising), which is a hymn set to Gustav Holst’s Jupiter, from his setting of The Planets, which is one of my favorite Holst works. However, this hymn also marks the day that we recognize our seniors.

The Dean of Students (love her) called people’s names, starting with first-year students, then second-years, third-years, so on. I was also just talking to my friends before that morning prayer had started about how they’re going to recognize seniors, and I don’t get that, because I’m not a senior, so when the Dean of Students finally finished listing the senior fourth-year students, she turned to look at me in the front row (already holding back tears because I knew almost all of the seniors), and said “I’m going to include you in this too.”
OKAY SO SHE HATES ME AND WANTS ME TO SOB MY EYES OUT.

ON THE TRAIN OF PEOPLE HATING ME AND WANTING ME DEAD AND SOBBING MY EYES OUT:
I vaguely mentioned something to my roommate, about how I wanted to get this one book that really meant a lot to me (The Boy, The Mole, The Fox, and The Horse by Charles Mackesy), and how I wanted to have people sign it and leave messages, but I couldn’t get one, so I was going to have people sign my shirt instead.
On that Saturday night, after the orchestra concert, he came up to me, and gave me that exact book, signed by my friends, other students I don’t even know, staff, and all sorts of people.

“To show you how loved you are here, and how much of an impact you’ve made, to those you don’t even know.”
Those were his words exactly when he gave it to me.

I read it that night, crying over countless signatures and messages on pages that mattered to me. Pages that I’ve had hanging on my wall since my first year in 2023, pages that I’ve had signed by friends and staff that I’ve known and loved for four years, and pages that make me cry just by looking at them and remembering the memories they hold.

I’m really excited for this upcoming year to show the growth I’ve gone through, and for this upcoming summer in 2027, for my overseas trip!

My skin itches. Day and night. It feels like there’s bugs crawling under my skin, but there’s nothing there. It’s been like this for as long as I can remember.
I remember…one time the itch was so bad and intense that I scratched and scratched until my skin started to break, and I kept clawing and clawing only for the feeling to remain, and my skin to redden more and more as I kept clawing and gouging away at my flesh, blood vessels breaking under angry, reddened, and bruised skin.
And still, the mark continued to itch and writhe as if it were alive, and I kept going and going, like I knew that if I just got down to the muscle and sinew-covered bone of my body, the itch would finally be satisfied. I desperately wanted the feeling to go away, but even when I scratched bone, the itch was still there.
I still feel the itch. The writhing. Like it’s alive, and maybe it is. Maybe it’s meant to do this. This is something I’ve come to terms with. In fact, I’ve grown used to it, and I’m reminded of my shameful actions of the past, proven by the marred and scarred skin. The Mark, on the other hand…It’s Mark remains ever perfect, despite my imperfections. I will reach true enlightenment soon enough, and I will reach and meet the True Assimilation. I will be…perfect in It’s eyes. I will be perfection incarnate.

@plutonium HELLO? This is weirdly specific but the stare reminds me of this chick who does the Jasper impressions </3

All remaining personnel are to head to any escape pods or hunker in emergency shelters if necessary.

Facility Integrity: 78%
Crystal: Secure
External Pressure: 24%
Containment Status: Ragnarök

“Expendable” protocol in progress.

Containment Logs
13:26 Z-13 fakes anesthesia dosage, escapes transport
13:28 Z-13 kills a high-ranking officer, takes keycard
13:31 Z-13 starts unlocking containment cells as he passes
13:34 Full facility lockdown initiated and personnel evac begins
14:17 External soldiers are loaded onto submarines to secure Crystal (As of right now, we are here.)
14:46 Soldiers cannot reach Crystal without major losses, “Expendable” protocol initiated
20:05 First group of Expendable Prisoners arrive

Also this is a real person that Identifies as an ACTA or Age change to another.

It’s similar to RCTA, ECTA, or DCTA (Race change to another), (Ethnicity change to another) or (Disability change to another)

I honestly really hate the [x]CTA. It’s hard to put into words, but that is not something you can change. You cannot change your race. You cannot change your ethnicity. Those are literally genetic. You cannot change your age-you cannot undo what time has done to just change a number. You cannot change a disability-if you have one, you can’t just change it because you’re feeling ‘silly.’ That can be and is very offensive to those that have those disabilities. It’s frustrating, and honestly, I’m not sure how people can actually live with themselves like that. They should know that this kind of behavior is socially and kind of morally wrong. :/

I know that life is getting harder and harder.
I know that school is getting more draining by the day.
I know that the world is really fucked up right now.
I know.
Trust me, I know.
I live this, too.
But I made this playlist in hopes it will help you the way it helped me.

It contains various Lo-Fi songs (generic compositions, anime covers, etc…) as well as music box covers of lots of game music (Baldur’s Gate 3, Legend of Zelda, Undertale, Mario, Pokémon, and the sort). There’s also Skyrim, Minecraft, and actual classical pieces. There should be no songs with words or anything too distracting.
I made this when I was really struggling last year with staying focused, and half of the songs ended up on my Spotify wrapped because I listened to it so much. I really hope it helps you the way it helped me.

🌿♥ Bring a bottle of water, a charger, headphones/earbuds, caffeine if you drink it, study supplies, and anything else you might need. (Heating pad/blanket/hoodie, light source, a study buddy such as a friend or pet, etc.) Love y’all. Stay smart. ♥🌿

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1QLKIXizy5oDU9wcBxAjp9?si=g361c653Swu92WSalddhZQ

Artemis honestly- dragging drama out like this is dumb, and I wish it’d just stay off the site. Or at least in dms, but people don’t seem to understand that concept

in my mind, this is a legit thing- i can explain if you want, but it is a lengthy explanation- so…hmu if you want it
also lmk if this makes sense- idk- i might be crazy.

@Alano LIKE WHAT IS THATTT BROTHER EUUGGHHHH

@Wubbrle-the-Wubble Kat started it and made it tradition. <33

RIP yourlocalsanjifan, you will be missed.

yayy (my ass NEVER paid attention in history )

@Siloxa922 please, like the sapphic vibes weren’t plainly clear. Still pissed that they weren’t canonically a thing.

I’ve made a post about this song before with the lyrics.
Obviously, the song is about sexual assault.
On that note–I’ve never paid attention to the cover on her single version on Spotify. It’s actually sickening, if you think about it.

Obviously, we can see that there is a reference to the blood-red coat of Little Red Riding Hood. (“But red’s his favorite shade”)

There is also the various utensils. (Knives, forks, etc.) (As well as various things like lemons(?) and olives.) This is a reference to the ‘eating’ aspect of it–the actual assault.

Then there is the wine.
The placement of spill is purposeful.
It is to represent the fact that there are rapes and assaults towards women and girls to the point that they bleed. To the point that they die.
The fact Lydia integrated that into the cover is so smarty, but it makes me sick that it has to be a thing. </3

@Alano REALLL

Ominous me when it’s 3 AM

The fight is almost over…Morro…he’s on his last leg. He’s getting desperate. He can’t last much longer.
“Just give up, Morro. You know it’s almost your end.”
“Like I’ll surrender to you, little bird,” he rasped. He was exhausted.
“Hold him down.” Her voice was firm, with no room for argument. Upon hearing her command, the others do as she asked. His arms are restrained behind his back, the others on guard, in case he tries something stupid.
“Kaz. Your dagger.”
“Cass, I-”
“Now.”
“…” Kaz reluctantly handed over one of his daggers, Cass’s small smile turning into a wolfish grin as she approached Morro, now shaking in his human restraints.

“Hold him down, 'til the boy stops shaking, hold him down while I slit his throat… hold him down while I slowly break his pride, his trust, his faith and his bones! Cut him down into tiny pieces, throw him down in the great below! When people wonder where the man is, only the ocean and we will know!”

“WAIT! We- we can talk about this,” he basically started begging.
Cass stabbed his hand to the floor, watching him scream out in agony, ignoring the other’s nauseous and disgusted looks, her eyes gleaming with murderous intent.
“STOP! PLEASE!”
You didn’t stop when I begged you to leave my friends alone, so why would I stop?!"
“Cass, please,” Sebastian interjected.
“Silence, Sebastian. Your brother must learn his lesson for the pain and suffering he caused not only this realm, but for me as well.”
“Cass, Sebastian has a point.”
“Kaz…” Cass twisted the knife in Morro’s hand, causing him to cry out in agony again. “I almost lost you to this man…no…this…monster, and yet… you’re sympathizing for him?”
“Cass…”
“ENOUGH, Kaz! I will not take any more criticism from you. I’m doing what I must.”
Cass rips out the dagger from Morro’s hand, plunging it into the other one, giving it the same treatment, a cruel smile on her face. After mutilating his hands, she moves to his shoulders, stabbing them repeatedly.
“HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE HELPLESS?! HOW DOES IT FEEL TO KNOW PAIN?! ALL OF THE SUFFERING I’VE BEEN THROUGH-”
“Haven’t I suffered enough?! STOP!”
“YOU DIDN’T STOP WHEN I BEGGED YOU! TOLD ME TO CLOSE OFF MY HEART!”
“STO-”
Finally, Morro’s words are cut off by the ting of a blade, and his words are now replaced by raspy gurgles, and blood dripping down his throat.
“After…everything you’ve done…how will you sleep at night?”
“…Next to my boyfriend.”

Α. Σ. Γ. said in A poem for that bitch:

Μισώ σε με ολότελα, αχρείε νάρκη,
Που βρόντηξες βάναυσα το κορμί μου,
Στην ίψι σου κρύφτηκες, σαν δαίμονας,
Κι έσπειρες ανείπωτη αγωνία.

Σιωπή μου κρατούσα, κρυφτός πόνος,
Αλλά τώρα φωνή μου ψυχής μου έξω,
Αποκαλώντας σε δριμές καταρες,
Στιγματίζοντας την ατιμία σου μου.

Σαν αετός ύψιστος, όμως, θα πετώ,
Αφήνοντας πίσω τα ίχνη σου σκοτεινά,
Κι ας γεμίζεις έτσι τον κόσμο σου με χάσματα,
Εγώ θα λάμψω ανέμελα, ψυχή αθάνατη.

Vaguely translating to:
I absolutely hate you, you wretched mine.
Where you brutally thundered my body,
In your shadow you hid, like a demon,
And you sowed untold anguish.

I kept silent, hidden pain,
But now my voice my soul out,
Calling on bitter curses,
Stigmatizing your dishonor to me.

Like an eagle supreme, however, I will fly,
Leaving your footprints dark behind,
Even if you fill your world with gaps like this,
I will shine carelessly, immortal soul.

Honestly? Slay.

@Alano OH MY GOD IT IS SLIGHTLY. THE LEFT SIDE IS SLIGHTLY LOWER LMAOOOOO

aww, that’s so sweet that you actually wrote that out for your bf <333 I’m so happy for you guys ^-^