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Golden Afternoon Bullet Journal

I got into bullet journaling during the spring lockdowns, and I’ve really been enjoying it.  This journal was my sister’s 2020 birthday gift (finished months late due to great upheaval in my personal life, but it’s the thought that counts?) She loves the song “In The Golden Afternoon” from Alice in Wonderland, and I used that as a jump off point for the theme, which became flowers/nature.  

(Completely forgot to take a picture of the frontispiece after I finished the book??? Derp.  Please ignore the sticky notes.)  

The book is structured so that the first section spans the entire year, a kind of bird’s-eye overview, before being split into individual months.  The overview section has pages such as “About Me” “Favorite Quotes” “2021 Goals” etc. all out lined in washi tape and embellished with stickers.  Other sections are hand painted/inked:

Each month section has a dutch door frontispiece.  When closed, it shows the name of the month and a corresponding poem; when opened, a calendar and two cocktail recipes are revealed.

Each month follows the same layout with different floral variations and mood trackers.  In order: goals, habits, gratitude, affirmations (those two with washi tape outlines only), health, mood, weather, and two blank pages labeled “[month] notes.”  The health and weather trackers are just grids; health gets ticked off on relevant days, and weather has squares to be tracked for temperature and a lot of space for regular notes (”nice sunset tonight” etc.)  The mood trackers are especially fun to create and to fill out.  They correspond to the theme far more loosely than the other pages.

I really loved doing the detail work.  I’ve been doodling in margins my entire life and it’s nice to see that blossom into something a little bit more structured and useful.

The last page in the book is one that looks back over the year before looking forward to the next volume.

Guess I’ll start on the next one?

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DISNEY PRINCESSES REIMAGINED FRANSISCAN MONKS FOUND DEAD THEIR BODIES OVERTAKEN BY THE SAME STARK BLACK MOLD THAT SEEPS FROM THE FLOORBOARDS OF THE ABBEY CREEPING INTO THEIR THROATS AND PLUCKING AT THEIR INSIDES LIKE CHELLO STRINGS AS THEY PIPE THEIR UNENDING ROTTEN HYMN

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i got the pandemic blues

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Are you with me?  (All the way.)

With one second left until total shutdown, Falman chose to mentally simulate an impossible scenario in which Roy Mustang escaped alive.  The simulation pleased him.

Havoc wondered for a moment how Breda had crossed the battlefield to reach him.  But of course the Force had reunited them before the end.  Breda’s callused fingers rubbed life into the back of Havoc’s hand.  “It’s okay,” Havoc said.  “It’s okay.  Look for the Force, and you will always find me.”  He tried to smile, but he was no longer sure he could.  The words of the chant echoed in his heart once more before he died: I am one with the Force and the Force is with me.

(When death had come for him in the shadow of the walker, he had faced it with defiance.  Now there was grief.  There was no fear.  Heymans Breda died in pain, but it did not last long.)

Kain Fuery heard the ring of metal once, twice, in the cabin, and then the soft clatter of something rolling across the deck.  He turned in time to glimpse the detonator.  He heard nothing as the cabin flared impossibly bright.  Like a pilot should, he died with his ship.

The rumbling overwhelmed all other sound.  Riza tightened her grip on Roy, and he found the strength to hold her. The world grew brighter, emerald at first and then a clean, purifying white. In Riza’s mind, the cave below the broken hatch was illuminated with the strength of a sun, and then the walls turned to dust and there was no longer a cave but only her spirit and heart and everything she had ever been: the daughter of Berthold, the angry fighter and the shattered prisoner and the champion and the friend.

Soon all those things, too, burned away, and Riza Hawkeye—finally at peace—became one with the Force.

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So I was able to commission some FANTASTIC artwork from @kinschi / @kinschi-draws and clearly decided to use my powers for evil rather than good.  

When we do angsty AUs, we dial that shit up to 11 and break off the knob.  Go hard or go home, ferda

(( Fullmetal Alchemist / Rogue One playlist can be found here – because of course there’s a playlist ))

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A NEW SOUL JOINS

WELCOME @derpyfins YOUR CARDS ARE:

THE MOURNING QUEEN

THE EIGHTH OF WINTER

THE LANTERN AND THE WELL

Loss great and terrible. Not necessarily a death, but there are plenty of terrible things that aren’t death. Know that you are still here, the blood still moves in your veins, despite everything. Something beckons from the terrible lonely country you pass through, do not listen. 

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“I have been to another world, and come back.  Listen to me.”

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𝘖𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦

𝘍𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦

𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸

𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘰

𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

(I cannot resist your call)

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Fearful Symmetry: The Ishvalan Civil War

And you already know Yeah, you already know how this will end [𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘶𝘭] SIDE A: AMESTRIS Listen on Spotify Listen on Youtube SIDE B: ISHVAL Listen on Spotify Listen on Youtube [[A NOTE ON SIDE B: The first track in this playlist is from the Schindler’s List OST, which Spotify didn’t have. The Spotify playlist has a different version of the same song, but I would recommend Youtube for this one.]]

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🦀☠️°°°BEHOLD, MY FINAL FORM°°°☠️🦀

I’ve got my Arrow hoodie, my ‘good morning asshole’ mug, and a sneer. Ready to fuckin’ rock'n'roll.

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I have been fighting with Fedex in France since 2am and am about to go for Round 2

“4 in the fucking morning (after Four a.m. by Edward Hirsch, after Four in the Morning by Wislawa Szymborska)”

The hollow, unearthly hour of night.

Terrifying void of time zones.

Patron saint of beleaguered assistants 

and the vast distances over which they send mail.

Necklace of shattered constellations:

now replaced with pixels.

I wish I was at my office desk.

I miss my fancy headset and phone that can make international calls.

The hour when nothing begets nothing,

the hour of cat scratches and hold music,

too early for coffee 

too late for wine.

The hour of nausea waiting for Fedex to open,

the hour that rips out its hair,

the hour I would rather be sleeping,

the scorned hour,

the hour of relentless bullshit, 

the cursed time difference.

Let five o'clock come

with a voice on the other end of the line.

A glimmer of hope on a far shore–

will this package be delivered?

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I’ll give you the stars from the bruised evening sky and a crown of jewels for your head now 

(Of cloudless climes and starry skies — a gift for a friend.) Listen on Spotify

Cover art and astrophotography by @that-hoopy-frood

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sun and moon and salamander

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In my dark, in my dark, you’re the spark 

(there will be no tenderness)

A Hawkeye/Kimblee playlist inspired by the works of That Hoopy Frood and Nice Valkyrie.  Cover art by @that-hoopy-frood.

Listen on Youtube Listen on Spotify Please note that the intended “Back to Black” track is the Beyonce/Andre 3000 version, however, it wasn’t available on Spotify so the original song by Amy Winehouse is used there.

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I am a shitposter, like my mother before me

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A TIMELY QUESTION

File this one under “reddit comments I have not submitted”

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I swear to god.  I swear to fucking god.  If this show drags me into Dante I will be so angry.  I didn’t spend nine years of my life avoiding Dante to get dragged into it now, when the library is three hours away.  Boethius is the hill I will die on and I made that decision long ago.  In my heart the feud with the Italianists will never end– what if I lose this battle?  oH my gOD

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Found an old embroidery picture of mine. I should start doing this again.

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Yesterday was rough and I just want to imagine Royai dancing. Alexa play Despacito