Hey guys, it's been a long time...

First off I'd like to apologize to anyone I've hurt in the past. I know it's a little long, but if you'll bear with me and listen/read, I will explain why I was, and sometimes still am, so bitter.

It all started going downhill in 2007, well, 2002 is when it all started, but I was in high school and enjoyed all my days there. But when I graduated, shit got thrown into perspective. I graduated in 2007 and we had rescued a German Shepherd. My mom took him for a walk one day and got attacked by two large Golden Retrievers and got yet another concussion (her first was in 2002 which forced her to retire from work). Surgery after surgery was done and we started losing a lot of money. Eventually the lawyer handling our case pussied out and the case was closed. Plus with both parents out of work, I am the only person in this household employed right now, and I have a minimum wage job. I was a supervisor, for a time, at my work, but butting heads with the other supervisor (who always had an attitude problem and didn't care for me very much), caused me to step down because of all the stress. And then, starting college that same year, I felt so lost, confused, no one would help me with all this, and my grades were slipping.

Well, in the three years in between, my mom's health and my health got worse. In February 2008 I was diagnosed with Prolactinoma, which means I have a small brain tumor. I was also diagnosed with Hashimoto's Thyroiditis making me dependent on medications for the rest of my life. And then, after passing out three times within two years, they diagnosed me with Vasovagal depression, which means I can pass out being in a high stress or high heat environment. And then, just last year, which leads me to my anger issues, is that I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, meaning I get severe pain at random times and it often hinders my work and my life.

I ticked a short chalk stick across the board, spelling out my last lesson for the day.
"Grammar and Mechanics." I finished with a wince when my nails dragged across the chalkboard's surface for what seemed like the fiftieth time today. I looked at the tiny unusable piece of chalk between my fingers, and set it back on the metal grooves. I'd have to make do somehow. There was no more chalk left.
I turned back to the classroom. The lights were turned off and the blinds were drawn shut to keep out the heat. No air conditioning, no fans except the ones I bought from the local store, two students to a tattered english book, and no chalk. This career was costing me more than I was earning.
But the walls were decorated with brightly colored illustrations of ideas and imagination, and well-written reports that could only impress the authors they were about. Knowing I had done well for the students and provided them with the knowledge to get somewhere in life was my only source of sanity at this point in my life.
"This'll be a short excercise, don't worry. Turn to page 336 in your textbooks and follow the directions in section 2.6. If you're using the older volume of our text, it'll be on page 329. Basically you just have to read the paragraph excerpt and correct all grammar and mechanics errors. You'll need a pencil and a looseleaf sheet of paper, and you will turn this in with your names on it at the end of class for points."
I watched as the classroom bowed their heads and ducked under their desks for pencils and paper. Shuffling sounds could be heard for several seconds until everyone got settled into their work.

I'm back, for the moment. It's really been great taking a nice long break from here. Anyway, I really don't see a point in continuing the drama so I'm going to be in my own little world. I have several comics and funny junk I'mma submit on here, and a nice story I've been thinking of ^^

So welcome back Black, etc.

Someone needs to give me a good slap in the face.

Keee, I love the Sims 3. The characters really fit if I put in the right traits for them ^-^

GoldenWinged and HelioSphere share the same house (a HUGE house, if they were rich lolol I use cheats)
Here's some of the stuff I've caught x3

Heliosphere after a nice showar 8D (buh no shoulder length hair so I GUESS HE GREW HIS HAIR OUT?!)



GoldenWinged eats waffles!!



And so does HelioSphere, I set it as his favorite food. So he claps happily when he makes it for himself LMAO
Sawyer eats out on the deck if Helios is at the table, lmao. She's still a bit of a loner. P:



Playin' FOOTBALL



I like this picture, its pretty. Especially with the Lighthouse in the background.



Helios sits down to be nerdy after GoldenWinged is bored of reading



Awwww... :3



OMG WTF



Helios and GW on their first day out on the town. GHOST BUILDING ONO



Helios: THE CAKE IS A LIE /falconpunch



TIME FOR DRAMATIC CHESS SCENE



"I'll take a pawn... and CHECK IT!"

"Cuyver, Arizona.
Population: 13279"

I watched the old metal sign crawl past the truck as it idled along the gravelly road. This was the town that I lived in now. The school that I worked at was in the next town over, and it didn't pay as well as I expected. Apparently in between the time I recieved an acceptance letter and list of benefits and the time that I got here the government cut funding in half for the school, and they were just managing by the skin of their teeth to keep their doors open. The salary I got wouldn't cover rent and utilities and keep me from starving, so I put up signs around this small town and a few others for a roommate. So far, no bites.

The blinds were drawn down, darkening my living room from the late afternoon sun. Luckily this made it considerably cooler than outside with just pulling the shades down while I was at work. I set my bag on the couch and did a sweep of the room, grimacing when my eyes fell on my computer. It was hooked up and everything, but the damn thing wouldn't go to the login screen, it'd just give me a bunch of funky colors and then blip off. I needed the PC really soon for emails from my work.
Finally fed up, I sat down and slid the phone book provided to me by the landlord onto my lap, and leafed through the pages for the Tech section. Running my finger down the lines of computer repair companies, I stopped at one that was relatively cheap.

"H.S. Computer Repair." I mumbled, sliding my cell phone out of my pocket and dialing the number below it.
After three rings, a man picked up the line.
"HelioSphere Computer Repair, Elliot speaking."
I leaned back on the couch and tucked the phone between my shoulder and ear, rifling through my bag for a pen and paper. Any sort of computer repair is going to be expensive. I really don't have the money for this right now.

After about a week or two, I finally finished creating and editing this video C:

Here it is

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A19txvAI4Ik&feature=channel_page

Youtube raped my editing, so some transitions may be off by a half second.

I love it. This song fits her situation EXACTLY. Its so pretty, and cute, and sad. :>

Anyway, I hope youtube doesn't mute my vid for //copyright infringements// o.o

Enjoy c:

[edit wut its not working... I reposted the link]

I don't give a flying rats ass about what anyone thinks about me. I think it's FINE that Vipin is with Her. She's funny, energetic, and a PIRATE!!! (((: So you know, no tongue in cheek meant here, but I honestly wish them the best. Salutez to you guys. (:

I guess I forgot who I was for a moment. I am Blackfeathr, the rip-snortin' sonovabitch that singlehandedly (well, most of the time) SHUT DOWN FIVE LARGE ROLEPLAY BOARDS because they were pretty much all douchebags. I was my own Anonymous. I was strong back then. I didn't care who called me whatever. Haha. And it's time to go back to that. I am BLACKFEATHR. Fear me. C: No jk.

But lol. You know what? I'm used to this treatment, I get a friend, more popular one comes along, friend leaves. Hah. Well. Nuthin I can do cept just be myself. So you know, have your little deers prance around in flowers and booterflies, and all that jazz. Sarie it seems to me you're only pretending to like me. If so (and be honest) it's okay. I can take care of myself. You're a good kid. Run along now. (:

Mates are pish posh. c; I like drawing fanarts here. And I'm getting really close to Helios. <3

I'm thinking positively, and blocking out all this drama, because good things come to those who wait.

I'm making a video of GoldenWinged, and I need some tipz and trix. >>

'kay, so I'm wondering if anyone can tell me how to make it so the camera stays stationary and I can move my deer around, like in Sqishes video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f405zu3zCvs

I know that removing a file makes your camera go in "first person mode" but I forgot how to do that, too. But it looks like Sqish did something else.

Any help will be greatly appreciated c:

The sound of metal scraping against itself was loud as shards of it were swept from the bed of an old red truck into a steel garbage can. Her hands worked constantly, almost mechanically, sweeping, sweeping, sweeping the memories away, all her fathers work left undone, never to be finished.
Thrown away.

Her mother watched from the kitchen window.

When all but a few tiny flakes of metal remained, Sawyer "Goldenwinged" Odisark slammed the back hatch closed and secured the faulty door with a few bungee hooks. Sighing, she dusted the dirt and grime from her jeans and hauled the garbage can back to the garage. Her belongings were waiting just inside the doorway.

As she swung open the screen door her mother leaned against the doorway to the kitchen, looking at her with pursed lips and a concerned expression, deepening her wrinkles borne from all this stress of the passing of her husband. Her tousled hair put up in a bun that morning hung over her face in grey strands.

"You can't take that truck, Sawyer." She finally mumbled, "It's your father's. He might need it."

"Mother," Sawyer started exasperatedly, "Dad is dead. This is the tenth time you've said this. This is the only part of him on this earth that I have left. He's... dead, he doesn't need it..." an ominous lump in her throat started forming around her words, so she stopped talking. She didn't want to break down crying for the hundredth time today.
Without a word, her mother turned on a heel and walked slowly back into the kitchen. She needed help. Sawyer tried to take her to a psychiatrist, but she wouldn't have any of it. She'd rather live in these false memories she created for herself, to pretend that her husband didn't die, that Sawyer wasn't moving out, that everything was exactly how it was supposed to be.