#the journal

[cs-rylie]

My first CSSNS fic, The Journal! A ghost story based on Native American mythology

Updates every Thursday

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[call-me-cosmic]

Just some Dyslexic Stan scribbles. I do not have dyslexia, and I won’t pretend to know what it would look like! I’ve just seen some examples online. Also, Mabel’s explanation is obviously not fully accurate.

ALSO, I do not believe anyone with dyslexia is dumb. I just think Stan, especially as a child, would believe that the reason he couldn’t read was because he was dumb (likely because that’s what his father would say.) I just wanted to make these things clear!

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[brian-in-finance]

Judi Dench presented with IFTA Lifetime Achievement Award at ceremony in Dublin

The Oscar-winning actress was presented with the award by Arts Minister Catherine Martin.

JUDI DENCH HAS been presented with the Irish Film and Television Awards (IFTA) Lifetime Achievement Award in Dublin this evening.

The Oscar-winning actress received the award at a special ceremony at the Shelbourne Hotel, where she took part in a conversation with Deirdre O’Kane about her life and career in front of an audience of Irish Academy members and invited guests.

Dench was presented with her award by Arts Minister Catherine Martin.

Her career has spanned over six decades and has seen her play starring roles in stage, television and film productions. She is perhaps best known for playing M in the James Bond series.

PETER HOULIHAN Judi Dench at the award's ceremony this evening.

In 1999, she won an Oscar for her portrayal of Queen Elizabeth I in Shakespeare in Love. She has been nominated for a further seven Academy Awards, including for her performance in Kenneth Branagh’s 2021 semi-autobiographical drama Belfast.

She was also nominated for her portrayal of Mother and Baby Homes survivor and campaigner Philomena Lee in the 2013 film Philomena, which documented her 50-year search for her forcibly adopted son, Anthony.

Though Dench was born in York, the 88-year-old’s parents both grew up in Dublin. Her mother was born in Ireland and her father was born in the UK, but grew up in Dublin.

Speaking about her return to Dublin, Dench joked: “Most of my relations are here, probably in this room.”

Áine Moriarty, IFTA CEO, Dame Judi Dench, Catherine Martin, Arts Minister

Dame Judi Dench and Catherine Martin

Deirdre O’Kane, Host and Dame Judi Dench

Deirdre O’Kane, Catherine Martin, and Dame Judi Dench

Photos: Catherine Martin Twitter

CEO of IFTA Áine Moriarty said: “We in the Irish Academy are so honoured to pay tribute to Judi Dench and to celebrate her extraordinary talent, work and career.

“Judi is a master of her craft; the breadth and variety of her work on stage and screen has solidified her as one of the most respected and iconic actors of her generation,” she said.

“We’re so proud to present her with this Irish Academy Lifetime Achievement Award here in Dublin, the city where her parents grew up”.

Dench’s Belfast co-star Ciarán Hinds congratulated her on the award this evening on behalf of the Irish Academy, saying: “We are thrilled not only that you’ve accepted it, but we feel very honoured to be able to offer it to you.”

Caitríona Balfe, who also starred in Belfast alongside Dench, added “Working with you has been one of the highlights of my career. I got to witness firsthand your kindness, your light, your incredible talent and, of course, your wicked sense of humour.

“From stage to television and film, you have inspired us, you have moved us and you are a true, true legend,” she said.

Previous recipients of the IFTA Lifetime Achievement Awards include Maureen O’Hara, Gabriel Byrne, Liam Neeson and Pierce Brosnan.

The Journal

Photos: Focus Features

Remember Caitríona’s appreciation of Dame Judi’s “wicked sense of humour?”

#Tait rhymes with hat #Good Times #Dame Judi Dench #Irish Film and Television Academy #IFTA #Lifetime Achievement Award #Host #Deirdre O’Kane #Shelbourne Hotel #6 July 2023 #Dublin #The Journal

[kmomof4]

The Journal: A New Fic by @cs-rylie for @cssns23

I'm so excited to finally be able to share the picset I made to go along with this INCREDIBLE fic!!!

Y'all... This fic is one of the scariest things I've read in a WHILE and it was a PRIVILEGE to make the art to go along with it!

HUGE shoutout to @motherkatereloyshipper for her help with the picture of the journal itself and making Milah a ghost for the picset!

You can read the fic on ao3 here or Tumblr here.

#cssns23 #art by krystal #the journal #cs rylie

[kokofromwattpad]

THE JOURNAL

Featuring: Vil Schoenheit

Cw: Destructive behavior, insecurity, angst, comfort, GN! Reader

A/N: I got inspired by a tiktok I saw from a user I can't remenber, but by GOD was it amazing.

Vil Schoenheit was a well known man across the entirety of twisted wonderland.

He had every aspect anyone would want or have. Beauty, confidence, talent, power. People loved him and his pretty face.

But one of Vil's many secrets was that he owned a journal. He found it impractical to have one at the age he was at, but he found a sort of comfort with having that book with him.

It was made of black leather with golden stitching at the edges. A red ribbon was hidden in the spine of the book and was used to mark where he last wrote.

The book was filled almost to the brim with Vil's cursive handwriting. The entries that he wrote in there were depressing and brought instant sadness to anyone who (hypothetical) read it.

And right now he was in a crisis.

He wanted to write down his emotions in that journal today, wanting to express his insecurities towards Neige in his journal,but he could not find it.

His mattress had been thrown across his room, now laying against his window. His clothes were thrown out of his closet, piling up on the floor. The cotton-stuffed chair he had by his vanity was ripped open by Vil's long nails, leaving stuffing to drop on the floor. His makeup and skin-care products were all smashed and destroyed completely.

Vil layed on his knees, sobbing in his hands as his breaths became more and more shortened.

Suddenly, a creaking sound was heard behind him. He snapped his head over his shoulder, only to see that it is the Ramshackle prefect standing in his doorway.

Quickly, the human made haist and speedily walked to Vil's sobbing figure. Silently, they bent down and wrapped the sobbing man in their arms.

Vil reluctantly leaned in their soft embrace, not being used to having anyone but himself comfort him.

Vil leaned his head against the prefect's shoulder blade as he sniffed his blocked nostrils, his arms losely draped on the prefect's shoulders as they rubbed comforting shapes into Vil's back.

"Would you like to tell me what's wrong?" inquired the prefect.

Vil kept his head down. He was contemplating if he should tell them what he was searching for in this distroyed room of his.

"I... was searching for my... journal..." whispered Vil against the other humans collar.

The Ramshackle prefect did not laugh or sneer down on Vil like the man originally thought. The only they did was coo apologetically at the man as they wrapped him more tightly in their embrace.

"How about this? I'll help you clean your room, that way, if I find your journal before you do, then I can had it immediately over. Instead of someone else finding and reading it." proposed the prefect.

Vil sniffed into the palm of his hand that was wiping his heavy running tears. But he gently nodded at the proposition.

The prefect stood up from where they sat and lended Vil their hand. The purple tipped man accepted and was then pulled back up onto his own two feet.

"Let's go clean you up first before we do your room." softly giggled the prefect.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Vil #vil schoenheit #angst #comfort #cw:destructive behaviour #Vil x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #THE JOURNAL #kokooriginals #kokowrites #kokoangst

[wholenessblooming]

Aug. 7 [1840] diary entry

Henry David Thoreau, in The Journal (1837-1861)

#henry david thoreau #the journal #happiness #sunshine #quote #nature #wholenessblooming #thoreau

[lee-pace-yourself]

#lee pace #leeepfrog #the journal #photo shoot #brother day #emperor cleon #foundation #tall dark and handsome #long haired guys #thranduil

[stumblingoverchaos]

For the Get Messy Season of Growth. Collage, acrylic paint, gel plate printing, stickers, stencil.

"Read banned books"

"Too dangerous to be read"

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[akorah]

“There are things worse than death,” said Hermione. She grinned as an idea occurred to her. “Such as transferring all of your father’s vaults into your name and removing him from the wards around Nott Manor. He can’t buy his way out of a conviction if you control his wealth.” “Yes, but then he’ll try to murder me,” said Theo, though he was smiling. Hermione considered that. “If your father attempts to murder you, I’ll kill him myself. I refuse to let you commit patricide.” “And you love me.” Theo’s thumb ran along the hem of her shirt, threatening to slip inside. “And I love you,” agreed Hermione.

~ The Journal, epilogue

Absolutely stunning Theomione by @aurithemoon.

#aurithemoon art #the journal #theodore nott x hermione granger

[afandomroom]

The Journal- Finale

AO3

A/N: Finally finished the last chapter! :D

Warnings: Uh...prior sleeper agent/brainwash type stuff. Memory issues. Angst. Maybe Hurt/Comfort (?). fear/panic. ask to tag. let me know what else, Idk how to tag this honestly. 

Word Count: 1,233

Error. Reboot Incomplete.

Attempting to Start.  

Mechanical parts whirred softly, gears catching and stuttering to life as Cryptor was forcefully dragged into a barely conscious state. Eyes refusing to open, hardly aware that they should be. 

He breathed deeply, taking the time to gather his surroundings. Or, what little he could, anyways. 

Everything was muffled, incomprehensible. His head clouded with echoing errors from the unsuccessful reboot, unable to recall much of what happened. His ears stuffed, barely catching anything beyond the occasional voice-like noise. 

He could still feel, however. The sensation came back slowly, one thing at a time. 

Cryptor could feel the cement he was laying upon, rough to the touch; the cold from the ground was seeping into the metal. His head hurt, aching from all the programs struggling to run in the background-

Rough hands fiddled with wires, digging into his arm for an unknown reason. Forcing random shocks to go up his limbs, fingers twitching and teeth gritting in response. 

Shock -fear and artificial adrenaline- shot through his system at the realization that this wasn’t right. 

His breath hitched. More and more errors began to fog up his mind as his heart rate sped up.

It was only then that how incapable of movement he was became incredibly apparent; his limbs were heavy, too heavy, and his system was struggling to keep up with the sudden panic. 

He was vulnerable. Trapped. 

His eyes still wouldn’t open, neither would his jaw-

He couldn’t move. He couldn’t see. Couldn’t speak. He was stuck in the dark and out of control. 

His breathing grew ragged, arm twitching as he desperately tried to get enough control to yank it away.

What was happening- 

Had he been abandoned here? Did someone leave him? 

No, they wouldn’t-

“If you can’t wake him up then shut him down again. We’re wasting enough time.”

The angry voice cut through his panic, cold and clear. Breaking past the clouded hearing. 

The  hands moved to somewhere else on his arm, and he could just barely hear the click of a switch. 

…

Everything went slack, as Cryptor slumped back against the ground. The error signs slowly faded out, as he finally slipped back into the darkness. 

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Another error brought him back to consciousness. He slowly opened his eyes to find a blurry room with dim lighting, as the familiar hum and clang of his systems struggling to come back online filled his ears. 

His arm ached, exposed wires met with chilled air thanks to a missing panel. 

Slowly, he moved his other hand to cover the injury, everything still heavy. Still clouded, muted by something-

A loud crash sounded just outside his ‘room’. Something heavy hitting the cement walls of the building he was in. 

Muffled shouting came next, followed by clashing weapons that seemed to echo around the room-

His head tilted towards the noise, heart beat steadily growing louder in his ears as he gripped his damaged arm, and carefully forced himself to his feet. Somewhat blurry vision glanced around the room for anything he could use as a weapon. 

Things were starting to come back; fragmented and confusing but they were coming back nonetheless. 

He’d been taken, and..had his code used against him. Had been turned into some mindless robot. 

Forced to hurt someone close to him, though he couldn’t quite remember who. But he recognized the guilt, and the horror. The sick feeling in his stomach. 

He swallowed back the lump in his throat, breathing shallow but steady. His fists clenched as he moved himself to the corner by the door. 

He didn’t know what was happening outside, who was fighting. If it was good or bad; if it meant further trouble for him. 

Further pain. 

But he was -not- going to let someone reprogram him like that again…

……

The fighting faded off. 

He couldn’t tell if it’d stopped or just moved out of hearing range- until it was replaced with shouting, and doors crashing open. 

He tucked his injured arm close to his chest, raising the other with a prepared fist. His heart rate picked up, breath shaking as he pressed himself closer to the wall, watching the door. Listening. 

The shouting and footsteps were a few doors down. Then a couple. 

….

Someone stopped right in front of him. 

He held his breath, ready to make a dash for it or lash out. Whatever he needed to do to keep them away from him-

The doorknob turned; the door itself shaking as someone tried ramming their shoulder into it. 

The person shouted, calling for someone named “Cole”. 

A few seconds later, and the door flew off its hinges, kicked in by a man with a jagged, glowing green scar and a cascade of braids-

Someone shoved their way past him before Cryptor could get a proper look, familiar amber eyes glancing desperately around the room.

It was the stranger. The familiar, warm stranger that Cryptor just barely recognized. Who insisted on barely fighting back and letting himself get injured and-

And who promised to come back-

 Cryptor’s hands started to shake. 

“The door was locked, they had to have-”

The brunet cut himself off, as he turned towards the corner Cryptor had hid himself in. 

There was a pause, as relief flooded his eyes. He moved to rush forward-

But stopped when Cryptor flinched back unintentionally. 

The droid wanted to be relieved. He did. Everything told him he should feel safe, and comforted, but he just wasn’t sure. 

Wasn’t sure if he should, or could trust so easily. If he could forgive himself for what he did, if the stranger really had forgiven him so easily-

“I told you I’d come back, Cry..” 

The stranger- Kai, as he remembered recalling not long ago-  spoke softly, taking a slow step forward. His voice broke slightly as he spoke, a shaky smile on his face.

“I’m sorry it took as long as it did. But we’re gonna get you home-” 

Home. 

And just like that, with that simple word, everything broke down. 

Cryptor swallowed again, before he gave in and crashed into his brother with a hug. Jaw clenched to try and hold back a sob, arms shaking. 

Kai stumbled back slightly, before wrapping his arms tightly around him, patting his back gently. Tears of his own threatening to spill.

“I know, I know..”

“It’s gonna be ok..” 

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Cryptor rested against a sleeping Kai, wrapped in a blanket and watching some movie  Lloyd had insisted on renting. Nya sat nearby, debating with the younger ninja about the plotline. 

Popcorn had scattered across the room, despite the bowl sitting on the table. 

 A warm cup of tea rested in his hands..even though it really wouldn’t do anything for him. 

The gesture was nice nonetheless. 

…..

Nya tossed a handful of popcorn at Lloyd, resulting in a mini food war between the two. 

Cryptor chuckled, a smile slowly growing across his face. 

It's been a few weeks now. His memory had mostly recovered, with a few bumps. He’d had to relearn, reexperience, a lot of his life.

There were more than a few nights where he woke up, shouting about something from the past. Or that night. 

…..

But he was home. And he was -himself- and could only ever be -himself-. He was safe and ok and free and-

And he was home. 

#Cryptor #Cryptor Ninjago #the journal #Aries posts #ninjago #angst #angst tw #ask to tag #Kai Ninjago #Kai #not ship btw. They are brothers

[fictive-explosion]

Welcome to Winston watches his source at FUCKING TWO AM.

#the journal

[cs-rylie]

IT'S FINISHED

Happy Spooky Season!

I've been too busy to keep up with this fic, so I just dropped both chapter7 and chapter8 on ao3! I hate leaving fics unfinished and I actually had the time to update this and FINISH it! Yay!

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[sunsandwolves]

April 25, 40 KC

I write this on my bad side. I'm not sure why I even bother writing anything at all. He's probably watching over my shoulder right now. Or he could actually be asleep. Doubt.

He doesn't seem like the type to spy on my deepest, darkest thoughts, and if he is...

It's past your bedtime, old man. Get some sleep.

She stifled a gigglesnort as she scribbled, and she felt a burning emerald stare be slanted her way from over a scarred shoulder. Yelena stilled at once, peeking through a sleep-tusseled head of raven curls. He must have seen the grin that welled to life for his stare softened, groggy and distant, and the shadow eased back into slumber.

He acts like I wouldn't tell him anyway if he asks. Within reason, I guess.

#ic things #the journal #melek

[zeynikey]

Mr Sandman | Mr Porter

#mr porter #sandman #the sandman #netflix sandman #netflix #the journal

[ravingsockmonkey]

A reminder about the journal:

For people that have forgotten, Jonathan gave Mina express permission to read his journal in the August 24th entry.

Then he called me back, and when I came he had his hand over the note-book, and he said to me very solemnly:—

'Wilhelmina'—I knew then that he was in deadly earnest, for he has never called me by that name since he asked me to marry him—'you know, dear, my ideas of the trust between husband and wife: there should be no secret, no concealment. I have had a great shock, and when I try to think of what it is I feel my head spin round, and I do not know if it was all real or the dreaming of a madman. You know I have had brain fever, and that is to be mad. The secret is here, and I do not want to know it. I want to take up my life here, with our marriage.' For, my dear, we had decided to be married as soon as the formalities are complete. 'Are you willing, Wilhelmina, to share my ignorance? Here is the book. Take it and keep it, read it if you will, but never let me know; unless, indeed, some solemn duty should come upon me to go back to the bitter hours, asleep or awake, sane or mad, recorded here.' He fell back exhausted, and I put the book under his pillow, and kissed him.

In the same entry later, Mina seals it up promising not to read it unless necessary.

I took the book from under his pillow, and wrapped it up in white paper, and tied it with a little bit of pale blue ribbon which was round my neck, and sealed it over the knot with sealing-wax, and for my seal I used my wedding ring. Then I kissed it and showed it to my husband, and told him that I would keep it so, and then it would be an outward and visible sign for us all our lives that we trusted each other; that I would never open it unless it were for his own dear sake or for the sake of some stern duty.

#Dracula Daily #Mina Harker #Jonathan Harker #The Journal

[procrastinating-destiny]

#the journal #colridge