#write in his little journal

[stockholmgf]

i have to mute myself every day on the phone with my bf so i can “tell” him all about the surprises i’m working on for him cause i simply cannot keep my mouth shut

#he gave me a little snoopy journal as part of my valentine’s day gift #so i’m writing little passages in it every time i come up with a reason that i love him or something i admire about him etc #and little momentos here and there like some pressed flowers from the bouquet he got me on his last visit 😁 #and receipts for lil date nights #also trying to learn vietnamese so i can make it a little easier on his family to talk to me #which is HARD ASS LANGUAGE btw #and gonna attempt to crochet a tapestry of his fav MTG card

[pinetreeshack]

good morning i re-read the gremoblin entry intersert crying screaming emoji here *bolg olg thumgs up emogi*

#umm i have a lot To SAY ABOUT THIS!! and i probably might write a little fic drabble because i want to play around- #with what ford didnt have the courage to describe in his journal #because i knooww this shit was rough #fiddleford mcgucket #ford pines #gravity falls #doodles #uhh does this need a tw?!!! #cw bruises #cw blood

[leek-lark]

I drew Bob’s Burgers as my little ponies :D

#bobs burgers #my little pony #my art #linda belcher #bob belcher #gene belcher #louise belcher #tina belcher #for the kids I couldn't decide on cutie marks I was happy with so they are just blank flanks for now #my general ideas are for tina an open book because a) she's an open book and b) her beautiful writing/journalling #gene something to do with noises and music - initially I thought of his megaphone thing but idk #and for louise something like a throwing star (or some other weapon) with a heart on it but that's kinda lame #anyway maybe I'll come up with something and draw them again later

[carefulfears]

i hope someday he reads this and knows

(the x files little green men / ? / the x files closure / ann brashares my name is a memory / the x files dreamland ii / anne carson antigonick / the x files my struggle i / jandy nelson i'll give you the sun / michael dickman killing flies / the x files amor fati / the x files closure script / the x files conduit, redux / the x files conduit script)

#thinking today about how badly these two missed each other for their whole lives #she was so little and being literally tortured and all she wanted was her big brother #he spends the REST of his life trying to be there for people like he couldn't be for her #this show is a tragedy etc etc #kae web weaving #she wrote in her journal that she just wished she could see his face for REAL and she never did!!! she only saw him again in death!!!! #when her 'ghost' comes out of the woods and she just sees him and smiles and Runs to him. yeah. #in his mind he'll always be a Failed big brother but to her he's just Her big brother #she was 14 and a human lab rat and the memory of him was literally the only thing that she had to hold onto. i'm making myself insane #she just wanted him to know someday. that she wished she could see him #he blamed and hated himself for his whole entire life and she literally didn't think anything more than Missing his face. #wanting him to know her story #writing it all down and hiding it for him #good morning everyone

[thestuffedalligator]

Had a dream I watched an Italian comedy horror movie from the 1970s called Gabbaghoul.

Gabbaghoul was a folk god of night and mischief which would take the shape of a black goat or a beautiful woman, would lie on the porch or the roof of a home and was blamed for misfortune. In the movie, an old man with a dog got a job working for a wealthy chicken farmer and lived in a shack. He started being tormented by a child who called themselves Gabbaghoul, who’d kill chickens and cause a mess and would never be caught, while the old man would be blamed.

Very gritty, dirty, low budget indie horror movie vibes.

#dreams #dream journal #we’d also see the child change shape a couple times #starting as a scruffy poor child who the old man greeted happily and lied down on his porch (like in the folk myth!) #and then turning into a rich little lord fauntleroy kid who called themselves a slavemaster #with the implication i think that the old man was gabbaghoul’s slave? I think?? #anyways 7/10 movie fun writing but the budget held it back

[archduke-enver-gortash]

i think gortash is the type of guy who has a very meticulous and inflexible routine/schedule planned for each day. strict times for when he goes to bed, has his meals, etc. even takes outside factors like the weather into account when planning his work for the day. and! inflexible because i believes he’d absolutely loathe any disturbances in his schedules. not a fan of surprises.

#gortash at night writing in his little journal: ‘8pm-9pm: meeting with politician x’ next to ‘9pm to 11pm: ‘put ezekiel in a saw trap’ #enver gortash #gortash #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3

[lordliing]

"This has been a rousing success."

#ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᵗ ᵈⁱᶜᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵃⁿᵉ! ⁱ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ᵉᵈⁱᶜᵗ! // ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏ. #now he knows.... you're all simps #writes into his evil little journal: come to final fight naked #'a rousing' ... hehehehehehe--

[lewisitshammertime]

Do we think Lewis has a little rainbow coloured journal where he writes his thoughts down

#I can totally imagine him sitting on his yoga mat #he’s just done some yoga #takes his little journal #writes his thoughts down #and goes ‘hey 🙋🏽💡’ #I want to share this with team LH #lewis hamilton

[poems-of-a-lover]

me writing out henrys writing in any and every au

#that man journals u cannot convince me otherwise #he writes any thought hes ever had #his journal is full of random thoughts and vents and poetry and book quotes he likes and little things he needs to remember #literally just a giant conglomerate of everything in his mind #i gotta dust off my poetry brain for him KJFHAKJGHLKJ #anyway! im gonna be ready to post my wip soon!! look out for that!!!! #henry fox #henry george edward james hanover stuart fox #henry george edward james fox mountchristen windsor #rwrb #red white and royal blue

[rickybaby]

Daniel Ricciardo denies Nyck de Vries rumours amid replacement suggestions

“I see it as a lesson I have learned. Would I like to know what I would have achieved at Red Bull if I had stayed? Of course. But I have now been given a second chance.

#daniel writing 'no regrets only memories' over and over again in his little journal #until he really starts believing it #love his attitude for him but dear god that must hurt to stand there once again having to say it's fine after all the shit you've been thru #daniel ricciardo #text

[glsneeg-enthusiast]

hetch is writing these violently fucked up scripts to impress the founder

#hes sitting on the floor writing in a little journal with the most content smile on his face #watching hetch be insane and write the worst things on earth with brightly colored pens is the founders favorite activity

[eleccy]

what happens when klavier and apollo are sorting through kristoph's belongings after his execution and come across an honest-to-god scrapbook, a scrapbook that starts with pictures of kristoph and klavier, the first one being of a young kristoph holding klavier on the day that klavier was born, and subsequent chronological polaroids of the brothers on vacations, on first days of school, on holidays, christmas photos, concerts, birthdays, graduations, and kristoph has meticulously marked dates and locations on every page, and he's freaking decorated every page with colored paper and taped-in ticket stubs and mod podged confetti and he's goddamn DESIGNED this thing, the page with klavier's first concert is marked "a special day!" in neat cursive and it's a pic of them both smiling before everything went straight to shit, and the number of pictures on each page slowly gets more and more sparse, and then there are almost abruptly a few blank pages, and then there are no more pages of kristoph and klavier together. instead now there are pictures of kristoph and apollo at events, social dinners, trials, apollo's graduation, more pictures of apollo and kristoph together smiling at the camera than apollo ever remembers posing for and taking but it looks like he did, and the extra decorations and whatnot are a little more muted, just a little less glamour in them but the same attention to detail as the pages that have klavier, the very last page is apollo and kristoph at a bar association sponsored dinner from april 5, and then the pages stop abruptly for a second time and the rest of the book is completely blank because we know what happened on april 20.

and neither one of them ever fucking knew that he kept this or cared or gave half a shit, but a man who is known to rigorously stalk people who might just somehow be tangentially related to a case that he was tangentially involved with can only treat the people he really loves and cares about in a certain way, given that, and this was like his hobby. this dude was at a craft store on saturday nights picking out matching rick rack and tissue paper and those little zigzag scissors that you use on craft paper and he was telling nobody about it he was just doing it to soothe the demons in his own mind because goddamnit he was proud of those two jokers and he was going to document that shit to look back on if nobody else would. because god knows their parents weren't doing it.

#with the level of detail kristoph puts into absolutely everything #theres no way he wasnt scrapbooking like a fiend #and looking back on the memories calms him #and is just sort of his way of affirming and reminding himself that he is a good man after all. #even though thats not QUITE the whole story. #he wanted to believe in it #and he probably took this thing to solitary with him #he read about apollos cases and clipped the stories out of the newspaper #but he couldnt bear to add them because he himself wasnt in those two cases. #and that was a wound his heart couldn't quite get over #maybe he writes in little journal entries next to some of them too. things he wants to tell them but doesnt. #like that hes proud. that he hopes they continue to grow and do well #klavier ends up giving apollo the book to keep because he cant look at it anymore. apollo on the contrary cannot stop looking at it. #my 3am thoughts......

[nandorisms]

My eternal sunshine of the spotless mind Nandermo fic lives rent-free in my head.

Would love to write it someday.

Would love to feel the urge to write again someday 😩

#Nandor wanting to forget Guillermo #Nandor bringing all of his items except the Glitter potrait...the card...his fave sweater...and the Guillermo doll #Nandor reliving from the fight to the beginning when they had first met #Nandor feeling lost after the mind erasing and walking the streets until he spots a Panera Bread #Nandor going in and finding Guillermo who he sits and has coffee with #Nandor having no idea why this little human has made him feel more at home than he has felt in a long time #Guillermo driving Nandor home and feeling like he has deja vu once he is inside the house... #Laszlo and Nadja acting shifty around Guillermo knowing who he was to Nandor #and Nandor picking up on it and threatening them #then they remind him and show him what he has hidden away...the reminders of a life he no longer remembers #entire years he has spent with the little human man without remembering him #then he finds his old journal documenting those years #and Guillermo finds his own journal hidden between the wall and the sad little cot in the room under the stairs #and they remember #they have the stand off in the foyer...not knowing where to go from there...but despite everything either have read #they don’t want to let each other go #ugh I need this fic #but I also don't want to write it lol

[saintchaser]

I have never felt more alive in my life. Scared, thrilled, but alive.

I was lying in bed, and James was sleeping next to me. I could hear his snoring, I could see the sunrise’s beams of light peeking through the blinds into the room, giving it a warm, yellow glow. I don’t think I slept tonight, but that’s fine; I’m too focused on other things to sleep now, either way. My throat clenched and unclenched all night long, resembling a beating heart in a way.

I think I was a little loud when I snuck back in. The thing is, there’s something exhilarating about him, something that always makes me go back.

I never thought someone would be able to set me on fire with just mere touches, with just glances. He has that effect on me; making me feel wanted, feel good, feel fucking beautiful under his fingertips. I know it’s a temporary thing, because we don’t live the same life, because our paths cross once and then they will never again. I think that’s fine; we both made peace with it, and we want to not dwell on what will happen, but on what is happening. I don’t know if that makes sense. I think it does.

I keep thinking about him and his stupid lips.

I haven’t been sleeping much, really. My nights are filled with him and smoke and tentative touches and lips and everything that I didn’t think about all that much before. I’ve been doing mistakes, I’ve been fucking up. They all tell me to be more patient with myself, to give myself some time.

I’m doing better, though. Sometimes, I think about them. I don’t get exactly sad, not really; it’s a numbing feeling, though. It’s like staring at the ceiling and realising how little you are compared to everything else; insignificant, and that leaves a hollow pit where your heart should be. I wonder if that’s ever going to change. Maybe, maybe not. Again, I should give myself time. I should wait.

Maybe I should get some sleep, I think I’m becoming incoherent.

#a little snippet of what could be sirius’ diary #or journal. or whatever #i think i captured his thoughts pretty well but if you believe otherwise please lmk how to improve #james potter #sirius black #(the he sirius is talking about is up to your interpretation although in my mind it’s about a specific he) #my writing