#the journal

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

I've seen so many people look at Dipper and go, oh he'll definitely be making a Journal in the future, but... Mabel already made a Journal.

Her scrapbook is just a slightly unconventional Mabel version of Ford's Journal.

Anyway, in this ted talk we'll be discussing how in the Relativity Falls AU, Mabel should be the one going into the portal, not Dipper

[music-and-magic-1307]

Wearing a gravity falls themed outfit (Mable shirt, Dipper hat) and I couldn’t find one of my Bill earrings and all I can think of is how he’d react to it.

Bill: *snap* there you now you have both back

The earring: *talks to me in my ear when I least expect it and moves around*

[jane-lynndrake-t]

You might be onto something with "dimensional entities". Well not really the entity part, but the dimensional part? I'm a person like you, but my words are reaching you through worlds, through universes, and your journal is what's connecting me (ALL of us) to you. It might be a gate way to the multiverse? And if that's the case, you might be meeting a lot more people from across universes

Well. It's definitely the journal.

It's reflecting my face back… does this mean you can you see me now?

[hotrod-migeee]

Dip dot possessed by dorito :((

[sunlaire]

rewatched The North Water and I get it now. I didn't appreciate it the first time but this time I really enjoyed it

[emerald-oceans]

OH MY GOD

[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!

[vocaloidasthingsivesaid]

Rin: Jamesville is just a petty fuck who wants to die

Teto: I would too if my name was fucking Jamesville

[farewellfarevelle]

Hmm paper, the perfect canvas to draw the colorless creature named Willow.

[reminiscentrainclouds]

Personal doodle journal day 4 but now I'm just using it to draw this guy every day apparently. IDK.

[the-storm-chaser]

The swordsman sat at the end of the bed, savouring what little peace she had before continuing forth with her day. In truth, she didn't know what to think these days, nor how to feel. So much had changed in so little time, whether that be the physical nature of her being...to preconceived notions that she thought she had understood...yet clearly not.

A hand reached to the worn leather journal, her focus shifting towards it as claws unbound its seal, opening on a random page covered in familiar scrawling but not the ones she had been looking for. Fingers flicked through the tattered papers, each page almost looking the same to untrained eyes....but the woman knew what she was looking for. Unfazed by the encrypted texts.

It was a few moments before her hand stilled, her eyes refocusing on the page. By comparison, the text was fresh, still new to the swordsman. She had studied the journal for years...yet learning the book's true nature left her feeling conflicted both back then, and now.

There was fear when she had found the book lodged in the snow upon returning to her childhood home, the warm leathers contrasting the ashen timbers. Over time she had come to learn the truth, to learn that her Mother was once a part of the Cult that prophesised the coming of Tiamat...how could one keep themselves together at that discovery? To know that she had respected the very creatures that had laid siege to their home...that had taken her and her husbands lives? It left the girl torn... but it was lucky that she didn't let rage control her. That sorrow to blind her.

Over the years she had come to piece together the story she never got to hear while she were still alive. How she had rebelled against those who raised her...and chose to start anew. It almost sounded like a fairy-tale, yet the journey through the Sea of Souls proved it to be true. To stand before the spectre of the woman who had faced the unknown...before the one that gave her a chance to simply be.

There was no hatred...no malice...

... only gratitude.

She never got to say goodbye in life...but to finally say so in death, it gave her comfort knowing there was an aspect of their history she could make peace with.

There had been many points in her journey since leaving the orphanage where she had questioned her resolve. Had questioned whether it was worth continuing when she had nothing to live for...

But no longer.

Celene had forged a future where she could be free from the cult's grasp.

There was no way she would let that go to waste.

[cs-rylie]

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

Updates every Thursday

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[jane-lynndrake-t]

What is this Journal?

No one is able to see it.

Owens said that when I interact with it, I dissociate hard.

Different people with incredible knowledge of my world…. People who have information on things that can’t be public knowledge. Like the LOA.

And you who communicate with me can’t be the journal itself, with all the knowledge you have, with the different people who communicate with me.

Is this a type of Oracle Delphi situation?

Who are you people? Are you higher beings? Dimensional entities? Or are you human like me?

Do you all have something like your own journals to communicate with me? Can you communicate to more people than I?

Hmm…

Fascinating!

[oldshowbiz]

[emerald-oceans]

Obsessed with how he just yeets these creatures.