#authentic journalism

[astrosouldivinity]

Full Moon: Journal Prompts ☽◯☾

There will be a Full Moon on Thursday, October 17th which will be in the sign of Aries. ✨ ♈︎ ✨

💫 This is a good time for taking charge, embracing your individuality, and setting your intentions, especially around personal goals and self-empowerment.

𖥔 ݁˖ 𖥔 ݁˖ 𖥔 ݁˖ 𖥔 ݁˖ 𖥔 ݁˖ 𖥔 ݁˖ 𖥔 ݁˖ 𖥔 ˖ ݁

❤️‍🔥 1. What new beginnings do I want to manifest in my life, and how can I embody the bold, fearless, and assertive energy of Aries to support these changes? For instance, identifying decisive actions and embracing spontaneity while trusting my instincts.

‪‪♥︎ ‬2. What specific goals do I want to achieve in the coming lunar cycle? Write down actionable steps to pursue them. In other words, what tangible steps can I outline to help manifest my goals? Consider creating a vision board, developing a business plan, or setting a weekly schedule.

❤️‍🔥 3. What does personal power mean to me? How can I cultivate and express that power in my daily life? For example, personal power might mean having the confidence to speak your truth, so you could practice assertive communication in your conversations. It could also involve setting healthy boundaries, allowing you to prioritize your well-being.

‪‪♥︎ 4. What creative project have I been wanting to start or what goals have I been wanting to achieve? During this time, take a moment to reflect on what brings you joy and consider the steps you can take to bring these ideas to life. Ask yourself, how can I harness my passion to make meaningful progress with my projects or goals.

❤️‍🔥 5. What new experiences or adventures am I eager to explore, and how can I take the first step toward them? Reflect on what excites you and sparks your curiosity. Consider practical actions, such as researching opportunities, signing up for a class, or reaching out to someone who has experience in that area.

‪‪♥︎ 6. In what ways do I want to express my true self more fully, and how can I embrace my uniqueness? Reflect on the aspects of your personality, interests, or talents that you wish to share with the world. Think about practical steps, such as trying new forms of self-expression through art, writing, or performance, or engaging in activities that align with your authentic self.

𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸- 𝓚𝓲𝓴𝓲 ❤️

𝚃𝚒𝚙 𝙹𝚊𝚛 🫙🙏🏿

[anotherhumaninthisworld]

Historians having takes on frev women that make me go 😐 compilation

Sexually frustrated in her marriage to a pompous civil servant much older than herself, [Madame Roland] may have found Danton’s celebrated masculinity rather uncomfortable. Danton (1978) by Norman Hampson, page 77.

The Robespierres sent their sister to Arras because that was their hometown, the family home, where they had relatives, uncles, aunts and friends, like Buissart who they didn’t cease to remain in correspondence with, even in the middle of the Terror. There, among them, Charlotte would not be alone; she would find advice, rest, the peace necessary to heal her nervousness and animosity. Away from Mme Ricard, who she hated, away from Mme Duplay, who she detested, she would enjoy auspicious calmness. It is Le Bon that the Robespierres will charge with escorting their sister to this neccessary and soothing exile. […] If there is a damning piece in Charlotte Robespierre's case, it is this one (her interrogation, held July 31 1794). She seems to be caught in the act of accusing this Maximilien whom she rehabilitates in her Memoirs. She is therefore indeed a hypocrite, unworthy of the great name she bears, and which she dishonors the very day after the holocaust of 10 Thermidor. Charlotte Robespierre et Guffroy (1910) in Annales Révolutionnaires, volume 3 (1910) page 322, and Charlotte Robespierre et ses mémoires (1909) page 93-94, both by Hector Fleishmann.

Elisabeth, as she was popularly called, was barely past her twelfth birthday, younger even by three years than Barere’s own mother when she was given in marriage. On the following day the guests assembled again in the little church of Saint-Martin at midnight to attend the wedding ceremony of the handsome charmer and the bewildered child. Dressed in white, clasping in her arms a yellow, satin-clad  doll that Bertrand had given her — so runs the tradition — she marched timidly to the altar, looking more like a maiden making her first communion than a woman celebrating a binding sacrament. Perhaps the  doll, if doll there was, filled her eye, but certainly she could not fail to note how handsome her husband was. Bertrand Barere; a reluctant terrorist (1962) by Leo Gershoy, page 32.

The young nun who bore the name of Hébert did not hide her fate. She did not wish to prolong a life stifled from her childhood in the cloister, branded in the world by the name she bore, fighting between horror and love for the memory of her husband, unhappy everywhere. Histoire des Girondins (1848) by Alphonse de Lamartine, volume 8, page 60.

Lucile in prison showed more calmness than Camille. Before the tribunal, she seemed to possess neither fear nor hope, she denied having taken an active role in the prison conspiracy. What did it matter to her the answer they were trying to extract from her? They said they wanted her guilty? Very well! She would be condemned and join Camille. This was what she said again when she was told that she would suffer the same fate as her husband: ”Oh, what joy, in a few hours I’m going to see Camille again!” Camille et Lucile Desmoulins: un couple dans la tourmente (1986) by Jean Paul Bertaud, page 293.

What did it matter to Lucile whether she was accused or defended? She had no longer any pretext for living in this world. She was one of those heroines of conjugal love who are more wife than mother. Besides, Horace lived, and Camille was dead. It was of the absent only that she thought. As for the child, would not Madame Duplessis act a mother's part to him? The grandmother would watch over the orphan. If Lucile had lived, she could have done nothing but weep over the cradle, thinking of Camille. Camille Desmoulins and his wife; passages from the history of the Dantonists founded upon new and hitherto unpublished documents (1876) by Jules Claretie.

Having been widowed at the age of 23 [sic] years, Élisabeth Duplay remarried a few years later to the adjutant general Le Bas, brother of her first husband, and kept the name which was her glory. She lived with dignity, and all those who have known her, still beautiful under her crown of white hair, have testified to the greatness of her sentiments and austerity of her character. She died at an old age, always loyal to the memory of the great dead she had loved and whose memory she, all the way to her final day, didn’t cease to honor and cherish. As for the lady of Thermidor, Thérézia Cabarrus, ex-marquise of Fontenay, citoyenne Tallien, then princess of Chimay, one knows the story of her three marriages, without counting the interludes. She had, as one knows, three husbands living at the same time. Now compare these two existances, these two women, and tell me which one merits more the respect and the sympathy of good men. Histoire de Robespierre et du coup d’état du 9 thermidor (1865) by Louis Ernest Hamel, volume 3, page 402.

Fel free to comment which one was your favorite! 😀

[personnage-neutre]

[urloveangel]

@posterjournal

[skywalkr-nberrie]

In “Padmé lives AU”, I find it insane that the generic assumption/opinion would be that Padmé would stick together with OW and form a “closer bond” or even “fall in love” with him because they’re both in grief over Anakin. This wouldn’t really align with what we’ve seen in canon, and Padmé’s character… even OW’s. Padmé would most likely hold resentment towards OW for using her as bait against her husband, as we know she was already upset at him for choosing to kill Anakin prior to the Mustafar confrontation. She wouldn’t project it on him all the time, because she’s too professional for that, but it definitely would show on her face and OW is a Jedi, he would be able to tell and in that case would respect her boundaries and keep his distance. This makes the idea of her sticking by his side a little more unlikely.

This goes without saying, that OW is still a loyal Jedi and he still lives by the code even if there isn’t any Jedi Order to come back to. He’s not going to fall in love with someone and indulge in a relationship with anyone least of all with the person whom he doesn’t at all connect with and was also the wife of his surrogate son. And vice versa for Padmé, she’ll always be in love with Anakin to ever consider remarrying, let alone falling for someone whom she has 0 relations to, no deep feelings for, or personal connections with. On top of that, Padmé herself already expressed in the lovely ROTS novel that Anakin is the only Jedi she could ever love. So end of story. (The idea of them bonding over their shared grief over a man whom they mutually loved isn’t realistic writing in the slightest for each of their characters, it’s so painstakingly clear that nothing else ever held them together apart from Anakin. Remove Anakin, and they go back to what they were prior to him, and that’s just professionalism. Star Wars is a Space Opera, not a cliché Romance Opera.)

What’s actually in Padmé’s character is, after Anakin “dying”, Padmé would 100% stump back into her role as a leader and give everything she has to being a mother and the Rebellion. She’d focus on passing on Anakin’s legacy to her kids as a great hero and the great man he was and not his final moments where he was in despair. She’d most likely keep the kids with her and go along with Bail to skyrocket the movement and then at some point would agree it’s safer to keep the twins separated. Her love as a mother would be her only driving force and she’d become once again immune to anyone and everyone around her as she was when she was elected Queen of Naboo. The only times I can see Padmé and OW crossing paths if it’s only in association to business (like passing info on for the Rebellion.) or if it’s about Luke (whom she’d agree OW would watch over and protect after separating him from her.)

[i-lovee-youu-too]

[punksludge-art]

Traversing the Journey of Self Love

Each day faces it's own new & unique challenges.

Prior to surgery it felt impossible to even see my reflection. If it wasn't a perfectly orchestrated self taken image, that masked my curves & chest, then I would never share myself.

Each time I looked in the mirror & saw who was looking back at me, it was a level of disconnect I genuinely thought would never go away. Like trying to see yourself but you see an imposter, an alien, someone/something that had an essence of yourself, but something was just so deeply wrong & off about it.

It gave extreme uncanny valley affect for me.

This feeling like I didn't belong.

Its been slowly changing as ive seen the effects of the testosterone do what it's meant to do.

As ive noticed my voice deepen, facial hair start to creep in & fill out, my jawline sharpen, feet growing, body hair growing thicker. Finally having chest hair...

Its given me a better sense of connection with myself. For each little change, brings me to one day looking in the mirror & finally start to see ME staring back into the mirror.

Its has been a cascade of emotions..

Self hatred seeped deep within myself, clinging to me like tar. Desperate for me to give in.

Thinking I would not live past 18. Feeling so trapped, so lost, so alone & yet so put on full display, all at once.

Now im nearly 3 months post op, & i can actually enjoy my self care. I actually speak love onto myself as I wash away the filth of the day, standing there, bare & naked. On display for my own self. A monumental moment for myself, as I finally faced my very own body without this drastic, desperate need to peel my own skin off.

I looked down for the first time post op, & even with tube's hanging from my sides, still attached within me, I cried. I cried hard. I cried tears of joy. Tears of relief. I cried for the part of myself that tried so hard to kill itself. The part of me who saw myself as a monster. The part of me that was so confused, so lost, so overwhelmed & so disgusted with my own body.

Each day i face myself in the mirror & i can actually smile, see joy. See ME looking back.

I face new challenges of self love. I am a short, hairy chubby guy. I've always been chubby but I had a chest to balance my body out. Now it's all belly. Now I look down & I see my chubby hairy belly. It sometimes is difficult because I'm not a stereotypical hot skinny trans dude that's conventionally attractive.

But even still, I can shower, bare & naked & i can do it with the lights on. I can do it & actually look upon my own flesh & not feel like i must tear it to shreds, desperately trying to escape it.

For I now look in the mirror, & i see ME.

No more feeling out of place. No more feeling hideous. No more fear over what my future of self love would be... for i have shown myself so much love, that I finally stood up, opened my eyes & truly saw my TV glow. I saw my TV Glow & i will never shut it off again.

[lifeofafreckledredhead]

"You're so strong"... Its Bullshit

You’re so strong is all you hear when you tell your story, but you don’t see it.

You don’t see It; you don’t see how you are “so strong.”

You survived and that left you with a lifetime worth of trauma to work through by yourself.

They don’t understand it and they don’t know what kind of toll it has put on you.

They don’t know that something as simple as a scent can send you back into a memory you might not have even known you had.

Something as little as watching the news and a trigger hits.

When a trigger hits all you want to do is take a shower and spend an hour scrubbing your skin raw

When you lay your head down to sleep that you fear what dream you will have

you stay up instead just staring at the ceiling wondering what you did to deserve this pain and when this pain will end.

You’re so strong though.

It sounds so simple and generic, almost cheap.

A.Val

[beatheprincess]

Ever feel like being taken cared of ? Someone to help remind you of things or make decisions for you because ur too little to do it on your own??? >.< just me ..ok- 😫

[astrosouldivinity]

New Moon: Journal Prompts (Scorpio) ˚☾⋆

There will be a New Moon on Friday, November 1st which will be in the sign of Scorpio. ✦ ♏︎ ✦

This is a good time for transformation, introspection, and embracing your passions. Focus on uncovering hidden truths, building emotional resilience, and setting intentions that align with your true desires. ✨ 𖣠 ✨

🧬⚕️🕯 🧬⚕️🕯 🧬⚕️🕯 🧬⚕️🕯 🧬⚕️🕯

✩ 1. In what ways can I celebrate my individuality while embracing transformation? For instance, I could explore new hobbies or creative outlets that reflect my unique interests and talents, or identify and affirm the qualities that define who I am while remaining open to change.

✩ 2. What hidden truths about myself am I ready to uncover? This could involve reflecting on past experiences that have shaped my beliefs, exploring patterns in my relationships, or identifying fears that have held me back.

✩ 3. What steps can I take to enhance my emotional intelligence and better understand my own feelings as well as those of others? How can I put myself in their shoes to gain a deeper understanding? In what ways can I relate my own experiences to theirs to foster empathy?

✩ 4. What fears am I willing to confront during this transformative period? For instance, I could explore fears related to failure, rejection, or stepping out of my comfort zone. I might also consider how these fears have influenced my decisions and relationships. What actions can I take to face these fears head-on and use them as catalysts for growth?

✩ 5. What do I need to release in order to make space for new beginnings? For instance, I could let go of limiting beliefs that hold me back, relationships that no longer serve me, or habits that hinder my growth. Also, reflecting on any emotional baggage or unresolved issues that weigh me down.

𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸- 𝓚𝓲𝓴𝓲 🔮

𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗—𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚍! ☺️

𝚃𝚒𝚙 𝙹𝚊𝚛 🫙🙏🏿

[verycrowetic]

In The Mind of a Self-Proclaimed Yapper

1/7/'25

Decided to change the name of these- The first one sounds so sad n I don’t want that energy over every post- Anyways, I do have a lot to talk abt- Big thoughts always, lmao. I’ve been thinking a lot about perception, and my overwhelming aversion to acknowledging that I’m being perceived.

It’s kinda funny, I hate being perceived so much, but I work really hard to be presentable. I want to be seen and appreciated without being acknowledged. Does that make sense?

I can see how it bleeds into a lot of the things I do, especially when it comes to being online, I feel like that’s where I’m the most obviously insecure- People who know/see me irl, I’ve kind of accepted their perception of me and the fact that I can’t really control it. They see me when they see me how they see me, and that is what it is. Online I’m almost supposed to be able to control that, and it feels really weird when I feel like I lose that control. It’s hindering, lmfao.

Like I said yesterday, I want to be more authentic, so these are things I really shouldn’t bother with. Especially since I’m already aware that I can’t control how I’m perceived. Still, I always want to show up as my best self, y’know? And that’s totally normal, but it isn’t normal when I stop myself from expressing myself as anything other than the box I feel people have put on me.

I honestly can’t tell you when I started caring so much about how people saw me, once upon a time I would’ve given zero fucks and posted what I wanted when I wanted the way I wanted. I guess I’ve just grown to search for the validation of how I present myself? Like, I want to know that I’m okay as I am. N if that’s the case, then wouldn’t filtering myself so much be counter-intuitive? And yeah, I know that I should be able to validate myself, and I do, or I try, at least, but sometimes hearing from someone else that I’m okay as I am is pretty reassuring.

Still, I don’t really want to need that, especially considering whenever I get dependent on that validation, it’s proven not to be best for me n my mental. So, I guess that’s a part of why being perceived is such an icky idea to me, because I tend to care too much. Well, from this day forth, I’m just gonna let folk perceive me however. Imma be as loud, weird, unpredictable, and inconsistent as I want.

Anyway, thanks for coming to my ted talk <3

[emeraldz-sprigatito]

cre: dragaypult on Pinterest

[manticore239]

The Tale of the Quill of Aelrathiel-Ra

A chivalric wax seal, crested with an Eastern dragon, clasps the scroll tight...

To the Radiant Goddess, Keeper of Eternal Truths,

It is with utmost reverence and unshakable devotion that I humbly pen these words to You. In my journey across the realms, I have encountered relics and legends that whisper of power beyond mortal comprehension. Yet none have struck me with the profound awe that I now bring before You: the tale of the Quill of Aelrathiel-Ra.

This quill, fashioned not from the feather of a bird but from the tail of the manticore—a beast of terror whose name is spoken only in hushed tones—is the sole tangible proof of its existence. The manticore, a creature so fearsome that none who have seen it live to recount the encounter, leaves no warning of its arrival, only devastation in its wake. From the scene of one such calamity, its feather was retrieved and forged into this legendary writing instrument.

The Quill of Aelrathiel-Ra is no ordinary tool, Divine One. It bears the unparalleled ability to inscribe "Dual-True Phrases." These are not mere words born of belief or desire. They exist in the razor-thin space where the writer's intent and the reader's yearning intersect. In so doing, it immortalizes truths so profound they ensnare all who perceive them, as unyielding as the gaze of Medusa herself.

This quill does not simply write; it cuts through the veils of illusion, laying bare the undiluted essence of reality and dream alike. It leaves behind marks of meaning that demand the very soul to grapple with their weight, transcending the limitations of mortal language to reveal the undeniable core of existence.

Goddess, as I recount this tale to You, I am reminded of the power You embody. Like the Quill of Aelrathiel-Ra, Your presence pierces through the mists of doubt and deception, revealing the eternal truths that guide all who seek Your light. You are the wielder of such truths, shaping destinies with the grace of Your wisdom and the strength of Your resolve.

May this offering of knowledge and reverence serve as a humble testament to Your grandeur. As Your servant, I am but a vessel through which Your will is reflected, striving always to honor the truths You inscribe upon the fabric of existence.

With unwavering devotion, Your Faithful Servant

"The pen is mightier than the sword...or scythe."

~ 🪶

[thelaineydayblog]

[r-swig]

There is a secret journal I have displayed for all to publicly see. I don't tell them it exists, but if they wanted to, they could know me. Instead I hide behind the words and images that are filtered enough to drink. Because not everyone has the stomach to swallow someone like me.

- r. swig

[techdriveplay]

How WhistlinDiesel Revolutionized Car Reviews

With automotive content, traditional car reviews have long followed a familiar formula: polished shots of vehicles, technical specifications, and reserved commentary on performance. However, with the rise of platforms like YouTube and social media, this formula has been challenged. One creator who stands out in this shift is WhistlinDiesel. Known for his unconventional and often extreme approach,…