these are some journal entries worth collecting in my humble opinion.
i can only be your well-wisher,
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Ten More Characters by SilverInkblot, journal
Ten More Characters
Part One
Felt like doing another set :)
Ten characters that mean something to me. No order, one character per franchise.
1. Loki
Marvel Cinematic Universe
I was introduced to Loki through the Avengers. While I enjoyed him as a villain, it wasn't until I went back and watched Thor that I grew to love the layers in his character. He stays collected in the chaos he causes and gets some of the best lines in the MCU. I've always felt like he was underused in the movies; what we got was great, but there was a lot more potential for shenanigans there.
2. Varian
Tangled: The Series
I've only seen bits and pieces of this series, but the boy snag
when I am in desperate straights
and the end is near
don't sign the card
someone organized to lift my spirit
I don't want my end
to box you into that awkward corner
where you know anything you say
will be trivial in the face of mortality
some things have no words
at least at my low level
of emotional depth
and fear
some things are better left unsaid
in fact
and not in absence
from words forced at the moment
I signed a card today
for a guy I barely knew
except to know he was a good guy
not deserving of his path
I signed the card
with the lamest words of those in evidence
hoping the fact I cared enough to add to the volume of expression
wo
we are all rain
falling
existing between heaven and earth
we are all rain
alone
but comforted by the crowd around us
we are all rain
and the world cares not for any one of us
but is nurtured by the storm
When your words want to scream by anapests-and-ink, journal
When your words want to scream
I've been working on myself. On being more open. On being more vulnerable. For years, I've written short imagist poems and long-form fiction. I've added a layer between myself and what I write. Maybe I would let my protagonist say aloud or act out some of my fears, but I seldom put them in my own voice.
I can't do it that way any more.
Sometimes life hits you hard, abruptly, exposing all your blind spots. This artificial distance between myself and what I write is one of those blind spots. I'm working on changing that now.
I haven't been writing pretty, carefully crafted little snapshots lately. I still see beauty all around me.
I've been painting. Sort of. And pictures. by Nullibicity, journal
I've been painting. Sort of. And pictures.
Obviously I'm no Bob Ross. I just like painting. Some people said they'd like to see. Don't assume I think I'm awesome or anything ha. Just sharing.
I am fairly decent when I can see the steps laid out. You can tell which ones are from classes, at least. I'm trying to do more original stuff, I just haven't been able to clear the kitchen for a few months. I could do it outside in the grass to avoid paint accidents, but 'tis wasp season and I usually paint weird flowers. Not a good combo.
I also have been taking okay pictures. Ireland made that fairly easy. These are just ones from a phone. I haven't extracted the others off the big camera,
Thousands of Miles Between Us by Carmalain7, journal
Thousands of Miles Between Us
I find comfort,
the whisper of a soft pillow
in my ear, or fresh socks
after light rain
on a summer day;
I find comfort,
when I long to smile
the sun peers out at me,
and I turn to you.
dA has always been a place I can return and just spend a week or two reading the words of so many outrageously talented writers and artists and visionaries and even fucking future-seers, I swear!
This place feels like a vacation.
This place feels like home, haha :heart:
I know I'm not around enough to have the clout or watchership I once had, but man do I miss you all (past & present).
would love if you could put something that you really enjoyed wri
Personal
Well, if you've read It's February but it could be April, you have a pretty good idea of how my day has been. Just add a cup of hot, cherry-flavored tea :la:
I have't had any sub jobs at all, so things have been pretty slow for me. Did a bit of cleaning, some light reading, need to go grocery shopping.
I've listened to some episode's of Doc's podcast, and they're pretty good. The guy in this interview is kinda crazy, and this one had really great sound design. And for those of you who didn't click the link in my last poll, you can wander over here for a short video about him and his podcast project :)
Hung with Trey and the kiddo
The People Who Inspire You by QuirkyCuriousBex, journal
The People Who Inspire You
There's this guy I've known for years. I won't mention his name out of respect, but I've always called him "Bear." I think everyone does. It's how he introduced himself to me. He served in the Vietnam War. I once asked him to tell me about his experience to help me with a school paper I was doing but he couldn't bring himself to. Said it was too painful. Sometime after he came back from the war, he became a police officer, and stayed one until his retirement. He's in his 70's now and lives a quiet life. Owns a small house in the country. Keeps to himself. He's seen a lot of ugliness, both as a soldier and as a cop. He doesn't like to go into
In a couple days I'll be 30, and I feel as if I'm still an incomplete version of myself. Maybe I'll always be.
Lately I've found myself looking back on a lot of things. People. Things I've said, things I've done. Things I haven't done- there are a lot more of those than there should be. I'm trying, working on being better. There's an invisible weight that presses me down, and sometimes it takes everything I have to lift it off and exist in the world as it exists. Sometimes I don't have enough, and I recede into a shell and stop living. Those moments of defeat are less frequent than they've been at other times in my life, but they are definit
I'm always trying to learn more about the world and my place within it. But there is little doubt that I know at least one indelible feature about the way I process the universe: within everything that happens, eventually a lesson stirs, whether or not I choose to acknowledge it.
Ron, a.k.a. Bark (https://www.deviantart.com/bark) , was someone that I knew in some small ways. We had mutual admiration for each other's art. We shared similar tastes in others' art. We both tended towards the philosophical vantage point of things. One remarkable difference between us was that he seemed to use his philosophical bent to its fullest potential, perhaps by necessity. By his own m