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Jan. 9th, 2020 11:37 pm
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its_worthdoing: ([Expressive] Wistful)
There are certain things that are inevitable within the worlds we inhabit. Interests will be born, even as others fade. Ideas will come and go. Friends will be born and sadly sometimes die. But in between? Through it all? There is the magnificent up and down and here and there and sideways of it all.

There is the written word.

What we share together. How we communicate. The ones that made us laugh and the ones that made us cry. The ones that kept us up until 4am. The ones that we thought about on the drive to work. That next sentence, that next thought, that next emotion. The journeys that are utterly unique to the people we took them with.

Some of us have been doing this for a long time now. We are not all friends with the people that we started some journeys with. Some we have grown into something deeper with, past the online world. Some? We have slipped into lovely, but casual acquaintances. Some we might not speak to at all.

But if you are like me?

You still revisit those journeys, those once upon a times.

So this is a request for everyone, out there to reflect back over their journeys and to make sure they are protected through the upcoming LJ purge. The memories attached to them should not matter, as much as they are simply, inherently memorable. Because not just journals are in danger, but communities as well. Communities that might hold entire bodies of work that are larger than any of us.

Please, those of us that were former moderators? Or have posting status? Protect what so much time and effort once went to create.

Because even if not all journeys linger?

The word should remain.

...

Sep. 11th, 2009 12:09 am
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This ---

There was this one time. Or not. Or ---

[coming out of her room, and just staring at it all, fingers trailing over the walls]
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....I just found another price sticker. This time in my hair.

At least I am worth more this time?
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Rose - Spoink - Elle - Pachirisu - Nathan - Starly -
Meredith - Vulpix - Anya - Piplup - Willow - Togepi -
Angel - Teddiursa - Mary - Duskull - Ruby - Chimchar -
Parker - Jigglypuff - Sydney  - Growlithe - Paige  - Buneary -
River - Caterpie -
its_worthdoing: ([Expressive] Huh?)
http://community.livejournal.com/paradisa/6732687.html

[Willow had been at the Hyperion Hotel. She was big into the spells, and the magic and then she was not there at all. There wasn't a goodbye to Fred, or a you're welcome you silly Vampire to Angel... or even an offer to take a Slayer off their hands. There was just this. A nondescript room, with her name on the door, what seemed like her own clothing in the closet and her own handwriting in a book... talking about them winning the big battle against the First. It was odd. More odd was that she actually believed that she had been there, because logical Willow made sense of things, and these things? Easy to prove real instead of fake]

[spoken]

So I was gone? I was supposed to check on Wesley... because Buffy asked me to? But I guess I never made it there.

But now I'm back, and I think it's going to confuse some people.

So Willow Rosenberg, back in this place... again? Did anything else change? Because other than apparently me being here before, I'll still say that this is surreal.
its_worthdoing: ([Expressive] Oh Yeah I Did - named)
http://community.livejournal.com/paradisa/6297380.html

[library bound is Willow. Mostly because they are still one Slayer down, and apparently a lot of people have been talking about how quiet it has been. Which of course... means it's Tuesday somewhere. She has a stack of books and is flipping pages of those and jotting down things on scraps of paper and leaving notes for herself and for Giles and Wesley in the actual journal. It seems easier that way. So little note like things pop up on the page about mystical comas and ensoulment spells and lack of mojo... you know for poor Giles]
its_worthdoing: ([Expressive] Lost and Confused)
[written entry]

You know what sucks? Is that the filters are broken, because right now things are messed up and really what I want to do is just write it all out to myself and try to figure things out, but instead anything I put in here everyone would be able to see. I could write it on other pieces of paper, but what's the point in having the journal if you don't use it?

[audible sigh and a tapping of the pen against the pages]

Okay, I mean here is what I know. I got the Muo Ping jar from the castle, we had the spell, I mean that was the first spell I ever did I've known it's practically a part of me by now sure. It's the sort of thing that sort of takes over once it gets going too which is always not of the exactly helpful for the Wicca that Could trying to keep her mojo to a dull roar.

There was no darkness, no black eyed girl, not even the little Glenda the Good Witch actioney thing either. I mean I was pretty much just Willow the whole time. It should be good I guess-

[stands up and begin dictated section]

Good for nothing though. I end up putting Buffy and Faith in danger, I risked my recovery, the whole me not doing big spells thing is sort of out the door. I mean the portal was supposed to be the last thing, and who knows how I even drew enough power for that. Then there was the Scythe thing? Bigness.

Now there's this and it shouldn't have been all that bad, but here it is. Corner of Bad and Bigger Bad because Faith and Buffy are both out cold in some sort of mystical coma thing, and honestly? I didn't do that! I mean maybe I did? If I did that, God I'm never doing magicks again.

[talking stops and Willow sort of just slumps into the chair in the corner of the room trying to sort out all the crazy in her head]
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[audible but she's unaware of the actual journal doing much of anything]

Huh.

[moves from sitting on the floor to standing and glancing in the mirror to see the white hair fading]

Well... that's better than... Miss Black Eyed Girl, kinda pretty... but....

[probably sinking in right about now as she moves to the window and takes a gander]

Oh... crackers.
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