🍋Cassandra🍓
LightNews LightNews
banner
stalacta.bsky.social
🍋Cassandra🍓
@stalacta.bsky.social
110 followers 51 following 4.4K posts
she/her math nerd barbie with a million cats. always thinking about pokemon, but rarely playing it. L with the T. wear a mask!!

Pfp by everyday waddle dee
Posts Replies Media Videos
stalacta.bsky.social
Was trying to figure out which splatoon character she was making me think of (the eyes in particular) and I realized it’s my agent 8!! Particularly in splat3!! Bc the only thing I changed from this default design was to give her pink eyes lol and with the white ink it’s a similar vibe
Agent 8 from splatoon 2 octo expansion holding a roller in front of a lively background Agent 8 in Side Order looking around the bleached coral landscape
January 19, 2026 at 8:13 AM
stalacta.bsky.social
I love my little man and his freaks
Adrien, a black cat with green eyes wearing a red Christmas bow tie. He is standing and looking at the camera looking just a little awkward, but mostly very handsome. Theo, a grey cat. She is on a platform of a cat tree sitting on her feet like a penguin and contorted in sort of an S-shape to play with a toy that is falling from the platform above. She has a very challenging shape. Amélie, a fluffy seal point cat, sitting prim and proper on a lower platform of the same cat tree. She is very fluffy. She’s making a weird, vaguely sinister face, and her back is very rounded.
January 19, 2026 at 7:56 AM
stalacta.bsky.social
It’s also just extremely accurate for her body type. She is a little tube
Etymology Italian cannolo and Sicilian cannolu is originally a diminutive noun meaning ‘little tube', from canna, 'cane' or 'tube'.
January 18, 2026 at 6:51 AM
stalacta.bsky.social
Little cannoli
Amélie, a fluffy seal point cat, loafing on the back of a couch and looking wide-eyed into the camera. She is very adorable and fluffy.
January 18, 2026 at 6:46 AM
stalacta.bsky.social
Open-faced Redbox
A photo of a pile of random dvds next to the ice machine outside a grocery store. They’re just on the ground in the dark outside Another photo where you can see some of the titles, including “Paris, Je T’aime” and “Happiness”
January 9, 2026 at 5:18 AM
stalacta.bsky.social
Lmaooooo from right to left me, my brother in law, and my DAD
Pokémon go screenshot showing a weekly challenge to catch 500 pokemon, and then three players all pumping their fists in victory as the task was completed. Below the players it shows how many pokemon they caught to contribute to the collective goal: me 32, my BIL 50, and my dad 418
January 6, 2026 at 9:22 AM
stalacta.bsky.social
We’re goin UP UP UP
Merriam-Webster Your 2026 Word golden
January 2, 2026 at 2:03 AM
stalacta.bsky.social
Playing the “best 3-track run” game with some Elliott Smith albums. Figure 8 is too hard there have to be 4
1 Roman Candle Elliott Smith 2 Condor Ave Elliott Smith 3 No Name #1 Elliott Smith 11 Bottle Up And Explode! Elliott Smith 12 A Question Mark Elliott Smith 13 Everybody Cares, Everybody Understands Elliott Smith 12 Happiness/The Gondola Man Elliott Smith 13 Pretty Mary Kay Elliott Smith 14 Better Be Quiet Now Elliott Smith 15 Can't Make A Sound Elliott Smith 6 A Fond Farewell Elliott Smith 7 King's Crossing Elliott Smith (I have crossed out “ostrich and chirping” with a red scribble) 9 Twilight Elliott Smith
December 28, 2025 at 9:43 PM
stalacta.bsky.social
Wearing this dress to my mom’s house and then changing as soon as I get home so I only get glitter all over HER furniture
Selfie of me, blonde haired white girl, wearing a fit and flair golden shimmery dress, flashing peace signs and sticking out my tongue Another selfie, closer up. I’m wearing golden eyeshadow as well
December 26, 2025 at 6:41 AM
stalacta.bsky.social
Day 25: Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer

My favorite :) people love to have media illiterate takes about this, but it always resonated with me and is so dear to my heart!! It’s also so funny and the songs are GREAT!! I sing the most wonderful day of the year all year long idc. Also Dutch baby!!!!!!
A Dutch baby baking in the oven A slice of Dutch baby sitting on a plate, with Rudolph on the tv in the background
December 26, 2025 at 12:32 AM
stalacta.bsky.social
Father Kelly during his Christmas sermon:
Yaoi Comments.txt @yaoitxt Follow how many homo's are here! if your a homo age 13-18 plz add me in fb >.< ah i'm a girl not gay i'm just collecting homo's for collection hahahahahahahahahahahaaaaa Where would we be without our allies
December 25, 2025 at 4:49 AM
stalacta.bsky.social
“We’ve always been Gabby and Jenny”
Emoji face crying to the heavens saying “ooooooooooooooooooooooooohhh”
December 25, 2025 at 4:34 AM
stalacta.bsky.social
I have been blessed by a Christmas double rainbow which I won’t doxx myself by posting but I also have been blessed by my cuddly girls today and I will post them
Two kitties, one grey and one seal point, cuddling on a grey comforter.
December 25, 2025 at 1:04 AM
stalacta.bsky.social
MENSTRUATION CRUSTACEAN
“Menstruation crustacean” lobster heating pad
December 23, 2025 at 1:41 AM
stalacta.bsky.social
Anyway on a more positive but still related note Adrien is literallyyyyyy my baby boy I birthed him and he is my special little man and I would both die and kill for him LOOK AT HIM
Adrien, a black cat wearing a festive red bow tie, flipped partially on his back with his arms above his head in a very silly and content pose
December 21, 2025 at 10:19 AM
stalacta.bsky.social
Anyway, while I’m fixating on death in the middle of winter, I’ll post this again, bc I still am rlly satisfied with it. It very much did the job that making art does of expressing emotions that I didn’t know how to express otherwise
1-26-2024 A piece of a wish flies above me, less whimsical than it should be. It hangs in the space between the cold damp of the earth and the warmth of the sun, where clouds of insects float lazily around it, living dust motes illuminated by the clear sunlit of tropical winter. These wishes are alive. They animate the air, harbingers of a late-Spring that calls itself mid-Winter in an Earth that is too warm even at its coldest and the insects are confused. Stinging nettle flourishes in the ashes of our rusted old fire pit. The chickens used to lay eggs there, maybe hoping that one of the eggs would hatch into a phoenix when its mother is killed at dawn the next day. There is life everywhere. The eggs, and the chickens, and the stinging nettle, and the dandelion it protects, and the wishes that propagate henceforth. It’s the picture of Springtime, too early. It is too early for Spring when there is so much death in my mind. To make a wish, you have to kill something. You tear the petals from a daisy, or you extinguish the flame of a candle, or you break a bird’s collarbone. It's too cold, now, since the sun is going down and making it Winter again, so I start to head inside. First, I feed the parents of my dead kitten. I come inside and lose the distorted inspiration I had been absorbing from the fresh air, and the hatred and envy I had for the confused insects. I've heard trillions of cicadas are emerging this year- themselves a species of phoenix- who wake, and sing, and scream, and die, to punctuate the paradox of Summer, which is about life that is about to die. I crave the downward arc of Summer right now. I want blistering heat, unbearable and unsustainable, and I want brown hills where all of the flowers have died. I want watermelon to be in season. I want apocalyptic orange light to stream in through my kitchen window, the burnt patch it casts onto the floor acting as both memorial and baby shower for the phoenix who lit the forest fire. Maybe the hatred and envy haven't totally passed, but the bugs seem too innocent of a target now that they aren’t nipping at my bare legs. But I am a worthy target, comfortable, and warm, and able to hear the birds and write poems about them, about the birds and their eggs and the insects and the nettle and the dandelions and the wishes and all these living things, O happy living things. Able to feel mocked by them. I don't know how to reconcile this. I feel angry at life because I am angry at death. I am sick of death, and I am sick of not talking about it. I go back outside to pick the dandeion from where it sleeps in its bed of nettle. I don't care about getting stung. "I wish to grieve.”
December 21, 2025 at 9:57 AM
stalacta.bsky.social
Onigiri still hurts so much to think about (even aside from the horrible circumstances and aftermath) bc idk even though I only knew her for like two months before she got killed she just like, was My cat, you know? The way Adrien was My cat the moment I met him.
Onigiri sitting upright looking askance with her head tilted, looking up at me. I had just put her toy away, but she was not done playing (I relented). Onigiri lying down and holding my finger, which I have pointed at her, between her two front paws. Her claws are out but she’s not being violent, just lazily playful. The only time she ever willingly let someone touch her
December 21, 2025 at 9:19 AM
stalacta.bsky.social
Look at my little girls with their toys 🖤 I miss them both so much and hate that I didn’t get more time with them
Poppy, a small black cat, staring intently at a worm on a string. She is only slightly concealed by a piece of burlap. Poppy climbing a cat tree to get to a grey mouse toy sitting on a higher tier. Behind the mouse, there is a Chewy birthday card for her that says “hip hip hooray.” Onigiri, a tuxedo kitten whose patterning leaves white just on her chin, chest, and feet, stares adorably up at a leopard print ribbon wand toy in motion. Behind her are a bed of succulents. Onigiri pulling the ribbon toy back with her mouth. Her ears are to the side in a playfully aggressive way, and her back is arched as she tries to drag the toy away from me.
December 21, 2025 at 8:53 AM
stalacta.bsky.social
Wait this is so cute 😭
The pokemon charjabug, a bus-like grub pokemon that is shaped like a rectangular prism, wrapped in a big bow like a Christmas present as its pokemon go seasonal apparel
December 20, 2025 at 8:18 AM
stalacta.bsky.social
I don’t play Kirby air riders, but waddle dee is my Main in Life
A waddle dee beside the text “Waddle Dee is here!!”
December 20, 2025 at 8:07 AM
stalacta.bsky.social
We love her
Bright pink lipgloss from r.e.m. beauty (shade strawberry soda)
December 15, 2025 at 3:24 AM
stalacta.bsky.social
Omg sorry forgot to add the image
Virbac CET Enzymatic toothpaste poultry flavor
December 14, 2025 at 7:09 AM
stalacta.bsky.social
He’s so passionate about dental hygiene
December 14, 2025 at 6:29 AM
stalacta.bsky.social
I could listen to just this part of “Can we talk about Isaac?” for like 10 minutes
I'm about to scream 'cause I'm getting excited You're a supernova and I go where the light is If we're gonna cry, can we do it in silence? But if we're gonna talk, can we talk about Isaac?
December 13, 2025 at 8:53 AM
stalacta.bsky.social
Be so fucking fr right now
Gertrude Stein, speaking of her old childhood home in California, said "there is no there there." The charm of Joe Swanberg's "Happy Christmas" (2014) is that the there is that there is no there there. All-in-all, this holiday entry isn't "about" anything, and in the words of Sean Gilman, it's "a film [so] utterly devoid of style, artfulness, subtext or even text itself." But, that's also what makes it a film worth its runtime: the Christmas movie genre as a sum is entirely pointless to the effect it destroys joviality; "Happy Christmas" gives that pointlessness a style to partner with.
December 8, 2025 at 8:29 AM