My favorite fall scent is the smell of the crisp air right after it rains. Day 12 of the October journaling challenges by @journaling-junkie and @chatoyantquill I also really like campfire smells in the fall.
Pen: Pilot E95S, Extra Fine
Ink: Diamine Oxblood
Writing Music: Blue Film by Lo-Fang and the sound of the rain
Don’t Break This Deal AU comic, where Wirt tried to trick Bill, the demon underestimated Wirt, and both of them ended up sharing one body! Part 6, where Bill pokes around in Wirt’s mind and opens something he shouldn’t have, resulting in Wirt passing out and meeting The Beast
El loves holding hands. She holds Hop’s when they drive in the car, when he comes home from work sighing after a long day. She holds Joyce’s when she thanks her for the home-cooked meals. She holds Lucas and Dustin’s when they all jump in the lake together, shrieking and smiling like they’ve only ever been normal kids. She holds Will’s when they watch spooky movies after nightfall, trying to stifle their squeals so as not to wake up their newly-joined parents. She holds Max’s when the redhead picks her up after yet another skateboard fall, El giving an extra squeeze to say I trust you. She holds Mike’s under the table, while they walk down the tracks looking at the autumn leaves, at the movies, in the hallways between class…just about anytime they’re together, her hand finds a way to his.
And even though the others tease her, she doesn’t mind. They’ve never reached out for someone’s hand only to have it evaporate into mist. She’s just making up for lost time.
When you start loving yourself, three things happen. The first is that you fill yourself with so much [self] love, that it overflows and emanates from you. You are content and satisfied with yourself and no one can change that.
The second is that you are happy with YOURSELF. The race to look for someone, something disappears. Because you are full, you don’t preoccupy or search for someone or something to fill an empty emotional void. When you truly work and heal yourself and your past traumas, and love yourself truly and genuinely. All the extra falls away. You don’t worry yourself about what others are thinking and doing and saying, because you are focused on Y-O-U and growing in the most beautiful, spiritual and intrinsic ways.
The third is that the right people (and eventual spouse) will gravitate toward you. When you love yourself, it is obvious when someone else isn’t loving you the way you deserve. You stop accepting situations, actions, and people that are hurtful, toxic and that’s drain you. You see the importance in yourself and the respect and beauty that you hold within yourself. You don’t tolerate anything that disrespects, devalues, or disregards your feelings, time, love, presence and effort. You let everything go, and everything *truly* falls into place.
A new discovery about the Plaidypus has necessitated that I
expand my previous entries upon them, and indeed include an entirely new
creature to my Journal.
While generally docile, the Platypus do actually have venomous
spurs similar to their mundane counterparts. However, instead of releasing a toxin
that causes pain, it invokes a transformation within this victim.
I made this discovery after being injured by one of their spurs
myself. At first there was no reaction, so I concluded that the
Plaidypus must be non-venomous, but this was soon to be proven otherwise. At the setting of the sun I was
transformed into a half man, half Plaidypus beast that I will from henceforth
refer to as “The Were-Plaidypus”!
Unlike the traditional Were-form, I seem to change every
night rather than according to changes in the lunar cycle. Fortunately, other than a ravenous desire for Maple syrup and shrimp, I seem to
retain all of my human faculties. I have read of a
few lumberjack tails that speak of a cure for my affliction. Tonight I shall
see if these cures work, either way I shall report my findings in the morning.
🐾 - other were (specify)
In which Ford learns about some special aspects of Platypus the hard way. I like to think he was trying to get a platypus pelt by capturing one instead of the correct way he gives in his journal here. (he learns that later.) Otherwise Platypus are perfectly happy to let folks pet and love on them. (because they are soft and I want that to be true.)