#📗 ; journal pages

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Checking every discord notif thinking it’s from my wife

[themimicbird]

The Pigeon Press

Inked: December 29th, 2024-January 4th, 2025

Song of the week - "Suddenly I see" by KT Tunstall

Affirmation - Everything will work out for me, just as it is meant to.

What did I read this week?

Started reading Written in the Stars: Constellations, Facts, and Folklore by Alison Davies

What podcast/audio books did I listen to?

The Hitchups Audiobook by SANTAtheGREY

Rotten Mango by Stephanie Soo & Ramble

101 Essays That Will Change The Way You Think by Brianna Wiest

Patronus Pages - A Harry Potter FanFics Podcast by Patronus Pages

What films did I watch this week?

Devil Wears Prada (2006)

What spiritual practices did I do?

New Years New Moon Energy Ritual

Blew a Kiss to my Reflection

Relocated and add items to my Aphrodite Altar

Self care

Did yoga

Did a "everything shower" x2

Started my 2025 journal

Got a new sha butter body wash

Bought a 50 pack of face masks at 2 am (it was on sale)

Bought The Ordinary Glycolic Acid 7% Exfoliating Toner

Reflection

This past week could have been better. I'm not gonna sit here and claimed that I went out dressed in glitter to a club or something. It wasn’t a terrible week by any means. At the start of the week I just decluttered my closet, bedroom, bathroom, and wardrobe. On December 31st, I re-did a new moon ritual I created a way back to invite new energy for the New Year.

For New Years I was forced to spend time yet again with my dad's side of the family. We spent Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years with them. I haven't seen my mom's side of the family for over a year now. I don't love my family per say. I wouldn't spend time around my family members if we weren't family if that makes sense. They're also all guys on my dad's side besides my girl cousins who are all like 8 and under. Some of my uncles grilled meat and we spent the night outside until around 11:00 when we went home to spend the last 30 minutes as immediate family only plus my older sister's boyfriend that no one likes but she insisted come because his family doesn't do anything for New Years.

On January 1, I spent the day journaling. I'm almost done finishing my prior to 2025 spreads. January isn't typically a busy month for me. It is more towards February that I have more up to date things to write about. Then from January 2-4 I spent some time on and off journaling, sending out information to my sorority chapter on their academic check ins, and made some plans with my Greek family tree to go out next week for my Little Mia's birthday.

Next Week

📒 Meryka's Academic Check in Monday @ 12:30 PM

📙 Jen's Academic Check in Monday @ 1:10 PM

📗 Gloria's Academic Check in Monday @ 2:10 PM

🎉 Little Mia's birthday brunch Tuesday @ 12:00 - 1:00 PM

💼 Officer Transition Workshop 2025 Wednesday @ 1:00 PM

📝 Complete Officer Academy course work Friday 11:59 PM

💻 Officer Academy Saturday @ 9:00 AM - 4:15 PM

[jon-withnoh]

many congratulations on completing nie wirst du!!! what a ride 🎉🎉

for writer's ask -

🕶️ - what helps you concentrate when you write?

📗 - do you want to write something outside of  fanfiction? if so, what about?

🐇 - do you write for yourself, for others, or both?

🥳 - why did you start writing fanfic?

Thank you!! And thank you for the questions :)

What helps you concentrate when you write? A couple of things! I can do a drabble in between other things or even sneakily write one at work, but for longer prose or poetry what helps most is knowing I have a sufficient amount of time set aside for writing. I also write best in liminal spaces, especially trains. Airplanes are okay too because I don’t like flying and writing is a great distraction. Other things that help in no particular order: sufficient food and hydration, white noise (my current favourite is ocean waves), having done some stretches because I always have back pain, my adhd meds, and knowing I don’t have anything urgent I need to be doing instead.

Do you want to write something outside of fanfiction? If so, what about? I am a writer irl though I don’t give many details on here. I’ve mainly been writing poetry for the last couple of years, but fic has actually given me an entry point back into prose. As a rule, I love writing about the different ways humans connect with each other (or don’t) and the way our bodies move in relation to each other. I also enjoy delving into complicated relationships.

For you write for yourself, others, or both? Both! I write for myself in that I’ve always had a need to write. It helps me be a person in the world to have that creative output and play around with words in a way I wouldn’t get to do otherwise. Fic’s been playing a large role in helping me adjust to a full-time job and still feel vaguely fulfilled in life. Poetry has been very cathartic in the past and has now become a way for me to delve deep into that fun experimentation with words and the way they appear on the page. But I’ve also always known that I want my writing to be read. Whether it’s here on tumblr, over on Ao3, in literary journals and anthologies or, one day, in a full book of my own, I like putting my writing out in the world and having people read it. What I like even more is when people actually want to talk to me about it or when I find friends through reading each other’s work. So yes to all three. I write to feel fulfilled, I write to bring others writing they might like to read, and I write to have some of that feedback come back to me.

Why did you start writing fanfic? There are two answers to this. When I was about twelve, I wanted to write but didn’t really have a concept of what made original work original work. I started a few fics for different fandoms and finished none of them. I also started a short story around that time that ended up turning into a novel I worked on for over four years. Looking back it is of course slightly embarrassing to read my writing from back then, but at the same time, I’m still so proud that young me persevered over so many years and finished a whole book. And I’m glad knowing younger me always had a place to go to in their head if life was a lot. As for Rebecca fic — I saw the musical in Vienna and it changed me. I didn’t expect it to, I didn’t even realise it had done so after I left the theatre, but when I woke up the next day something “had changed within me” (ha!). I spent my seven-hour train journey back home listening to the Stuttgart cast recording, devoured the book, read most Rebecca fics on Ao3 and was appalled to find that there were very few finished fics that gave either the narrator or Danny a happy ending. I was also in that strange liminal place between finishing university and getting a job, so I had a lot of free time and a lot of creative energy waiting to be tapped. Then I started writing Was Wird Aus Uns and was met with so much excitement, enthusiasm and kindness that the rest is history. Now it’s just become a beloved part of how I spend my free time.

[tarmac-rat]

✨ Unusual Muse Associations ✨

I was tagged early this morning by @wanderingaldecaldo (thank you!!!) and while I had a second to breathe I thought I'd do some for my girl Riley

Seasoning: Tabasco: hot, sweet, and all-American 🔥

Weather: A snowstorm at night, the kind that makes the sky go light gray and muffles all the sounds for a couple of miles around ❄️

Color: Electric-blue and black 🔵 ⚫️

Sky: Roiling clouds just before a summer thunderstorm ⛈

Magic Power: Invisibility 🫥

House Plant: Star cactus 🌵

Weapon: A revolver, silver and with custom etchings 🔫

Subject: Workshop 🔨

Social Media: Snapchat (Imma be real Riley would have killer snapstories) 📱

Makeup Product: Eyeshadow, but especially the golds and the bronzes 💄

Candy: Junior Mints 🍬

Fear: Abandonment 🫂

Ice Cube Shape: The spherical ones that they use for high-end liquor 🧊

Method of Long Distance Travel: On the back of a Brennan Apollo with nothing but two saddlebags and a good pair of sunglasses 🏍

Art Style: American Romanticism (if we're getting particular, then especially the landscape works of Albert Bierstadt and Thomas Moran)

Mythological Creature: An Ouroboros, the Norse snake that circles the world with its tail in its mouth 🐍 OR Ma'ii, the coyote who scattered all the stars across the Milky Way in Navajo mythology 🦊

Piece of Stationary: A page torn out of someone's journal 📗

3 Emojis: 🙃 🌃 🤞🏽

Celestial Body: Jupiter 🪐

I'm definitely not the world's best tagger so I'll tag @skippygiraffee @beammeupbroadway @trashcatsnark @hellvira @daceyarik @janeofthechoir12 and anyone else who would like to participate 😊

[nuravity]

📗 Heels echoed and tapped closer and closer as the black haired man approached the glass prison, a box beautifully wrapped in one hand and lunch on tray on the other. Beneath his crimson mask, the Swan smiled, watching her closely. "You didn't think I forgot what today is?" He settled the food and gift on his side of the glass divider. "Afterall, it was one of the first things I said to you." Along with her bloodtype and birthday palace and parents's names among other things...

He slipped the items through the rotating section, her side opening once his side closed. "Happy birthday." Stir fry with beef, a rice bowl with chopped vegetables was served along side water and brown sugar boba tea. In the box hid a thick journal adorned with ocean waves with a blue pen. Something to keep her occupied.

Ochako's birthday!

She heard the footsteps approaching her glass prison before she saw him. It wasn't very often that she would have him visit her but she still guessed that it must've been for the one thing he usually came for - to bring her food personally.

The heroine glared at him, not bothering to move closer. When he spoke, a brief expression of surprise flashed across her face. Her Birthday? Why did he know this? She was quickly reminded that wasn't the only sensitive information he had on her and she looked away for a moment. "Why do you care? I don't even know why you keep alive," she muttered, not sure if what she knew of his motive was reliable. He could've just killed her and go on to his next victim. Why keep her prisoner?

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him place a few items on the rotating section of the desk before said items rotated to her side. Happy Birthday! How could he say such a thing?

Ochako glared at him for a little before noticing the smell of food coming from the tray on the desk. Reluctantly, she got up before examining her meal. Her meals were always very delicious and mouth-watering. Almost like she wasn't treated as a prisoner. She took a spoonful of the rice and vegetables before noticing the box. That was probably her gift. She couldn't deny it - she was a tiny bit curious.

So she moved to open the box and her eyes widened in surprise as a notebook lay inside. She pulled it out, examining the cover before flipping through the pages. It had a good feel to it. Her hand found the pen and slowly, she put the pen between the cover of the notebook. "I don't even know you. Why would you gift me anything on my birthday?" she asked and continued eating again.

What was happy about this birthday?

[bucketorandomness]

Danny knew books should be treated a certain way, but he hadn't realized they were quite so fragile. ((This got longer than anticipated))

((So, I'm a little obsessed with how many book emoji are on the standard Windows lineup. I'm not sure what they'll look like on Mac or Mobile, but for anyone on Windows desktop, they were very specifically chosen. Because I'm Extra™ like that.))

-📗-

He wasn't a king, but the boy loved enough people to make his own kingdom.

The boy was also very confused by the blank pages from such an obviously well-loved tome. It had been somewhere in Germany, and though the circus never carried much, the little book always made its way back into his bag to come with them. He liked to tell the little book all the things that happened during his day, and the book would tell him things back, like the time a bunch of campers encountered a green bear.

He tried to be careful with the book, but there's only so much he could do while traveling the world. The ink started to run, and it made certain sections of the pages hard to read. He carefully made a cover out of one of Haley's spare posters, and that same poster-covered book stayed with him when Batman swooped in on the worst day of his life.

-📙-

He wasn't a king, but the boy was still very noble.

The boy was also very confused when he picked up the book and found the pages seemingly empty, devoid of any writing. It told the most wonderful stories, though. When Willis got really bad, or when his mom had a bad day, he could open the book and be told tales outrageous and amazing, and he could safely disappear into those worlds for a short time and be safe.

He was very careful with the book, though. It was old, and worn, and there were so many pages missing he couldn't always keep track of the story they told, but he loved that book with its cracked spine and took it with him when Batman swooped in to take him off the streets.

-📘-

He wasn't a king, but the boy knew how to rule with an iron fist.

The boy was also mildly disappointed when he opened his parents' gift to find, not a picture album like he'd been hoping, but an old and very empty journal. He still used it for storing his most prized pictures, though. Pictures of Batman and Robin. It was only after he'd muttered aloud about the contents of his pictures that he found writing in the book. It seemed to talk about injuries a lot. Missions like the ones Batman and Robin went on, and the consequences of not having the preparation or backup needed.

He wished he had been more careful with the book. The pictures had each rubbed off on the pages, leaving ghostly images behind that obscured whatever ink showed up. It was that very same book he brought to Batman when a Robin was needed most.

-📕-

He wasn't a king, but the boy had the potential to become one.

There was only mild surprise when he found the book waiting on his nightstand. It was obviously another test. Maybe by Mother. Grandfather hadn't used books for his tests in a while, after all. Only, it was empty when he opened it. So, he hid the book away and checked on it again another time, only to find tales of a family much different from his own. It had been confusing, but if this information was something Mother thought he needed to know, he would read it and remember that not every mother demanded to be called Mother, and not every mother could be kind.

Despite his care for the book, life in the League of Assassins leaves marks on everything, especially something as fragile as paper. Rips, tears, and the remains of a burning poison obscured some of the stories. When it was time to be sent to Batman, though, the boy packed his book and hoped his father would maybe be a little like Jack and less like Grandfather.

-📚-

Though Robin's career started with vengeance-loneliness-desperation-violence, the boy thought it was the best thing to have happened to him. He had a warm home, and good food, and Batman cared about him so, so much. It was still a little odd sometimes, especially compared to before Robin, but he always had something to help him feel better.

When all else failed, the book was still there, still beloved and worn and falling apart. Only, one day, instead of a story, the book was filled, cover to cover, with the same words over and over and over and over.

"HELP; MAKE ME WHOLE. HELP; MAKE ME WHOLE. Help; MAKE ME WHOLE. HELP; MAKE ME WHOLE."

It was easy enough to read the message through all the damage, but Robin was only a child. He was a very smart child, and very well trained, but still just a child. So, he brought the book to the smartest man he knew, someone who would never ignore a cry for help. He brought the book to Batman, and after he'd explained the situation, the man simply asked,

"What?"

"Another one?"

"Again?"

"Are you sure?"

-📔-

Danny knew books should be treated a certain way, but he hadn't realized they were quite so fragile. He hadn't realized what could happen if you made copies of a magic tome and then played jigsaw puzzles with the pieces. He hadn't realized he'd been so hurt until a boy found-stole-received-hid him.

He bonded with the boy, and it gave him time to pull himself together, to grasp at his scattered memories and put them in their proper order. It didn't take all his 16 years, but with four boys living four years all at once? He had plenty of time.

And now that he knew himself again? Now it was time to call for help and make himself whole once more.

Prompt:

Danny gets trapped in a spellbook. He binds himself to whoever touches him next. The only way to release the bind is by either freeing Danny or doing so many things the book says (which the book is blank and Danny can control what is in it). Shenanigans

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Ouugh I miss her so bad

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Anyways..stretches its 12 pm and I am still in bed

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Forgot my friends can .. see my posts, don’t mind moi sillyposting “”>>

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I love twotime , that’s my scraggly

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I think everyone should get into forsaken

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Also nonhuman oc in a game full of humanoids, nervous glance…..

their toyhouse if any1 is interested

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New hyperfix hello hello

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Anyways negativity over I’m getting in2 new Rblx game :3

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The day dw fandom is grateful for what they get is the day I rest

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even though I changed my url on my other socials I’ll be keeping it on here