#challenge yourself

[beccawise7]

Traveling opens your mind.

Heals your aching heart & calms the soul.

Never be afraid to move outside your comfort zone. ✌️

~beccawise7💜🖤

[conveniencestoreman]

i know its been said a lot at this point but im gonna say it again anyway. if youre getting into fibre arts, your first project can be whatever you want it to be. thats not a joke.

you are going to enjoy the process a lot more if its something you like and want to make. i started my knitting journey making squares for a blanket that i never finished because i was not enjoying it. my real excitement was a chunky cardigan pattern i had seen that i wanted to make.

i made a ton of mistakes. i had to frog a lot. the first time i knitted a sleeve on that cardigan, i had to frog the whole thing bc i realised as i tried it on that the decreases were noticeable on that pattern and so my sleeve looked upside down.

to this day, that cardigan isnt perfect, but im so fond of it because i tried and i made something i was genuinely excited about. i live knitting because i allowed myself to do what i wanted and was passionate about. you dont need to be good at something to do it.

[millie-r-carpenter]

Learn who you are.

Unlearn who they told you to be.

Figure out who you want to be.

[yianny4green2]

JuneTBlade The TechnoBlade's Month Day 25: se enfrenta y mezclan, 25: clash and mix, 26: contra todo la anarquía, 26: against all anarchy, 27: contra todo el gobierno, 27: against all government, 28: al verlo el tiempo retrocede y de nuevo soy pequeña, 28: seeing him time goes back and again I'm little,

I was Sick, I'm Still a bit Sick, But I Dont Stop Drawings!!! Thanks @robinthinkstoomuch and I Love @comhousebigbang

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

ITS Really, The Link!!!

[classicaries]

"The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven."

- John Milton, Book I of Paradise Lost (1667)

Thought I’d link a little article, which has found that 8 weeks of daily meditation (yes, even 5-10 minutes) can sharpen focus, improve memory, and reduce anxiety, even under stress.

‘Compared to our control group, we found that 8 but not 4 weeks of brief, daily meditation decreased negative mood state and enhanced attention, working memory, and recognition memory as well as decreased state anxiety scores on the TSST. Furthermore, we report that meditation-induced changes in emotional regulation are more strongly linked to improved affective state than improved cognition.’

With many of us finding time off work or study for summer - it’s the perfect time to add a little something to our routines. This isn’t about perfection or hours on a cushion. It’s about showing up, gently and consistently, for yourself. Whether you’re new to meditation or returning after a pause, the invitation is the same: breathe, begin again, and trust the process.

lil citation here (if you want to read more):

Basso, J.C., McHale, A., Ende, V., Oberlin, D.J. and Suzuki, W.A. (2019) ‘Brief, Daily Meditation Enhances attention, memory, mood, and Emotional Regulation in non-experienced Meditators’ in Behavioural Brain Research, pp.208–220.

doi: https://doi.org/10.1016/j.bbr.2018.08.023.

[late-to-the-party-81]

here’s a little challenge for you: steve + bucky + reader + one bed. make what you want of it hehe 😇 congrats on 1k, jen! <3

In the middle of the night

AN: Another day, and once again, beds appear to be in short supply. Thank you for this thot, Lyn!

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Summary: What’s worse than sharing a motel room with the supersoldier boyfriends you have a crush on? Having to share a bed with them.

Relationship: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

CW: THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED, Smidge Angst, Minor miscommunication, pining, teasing, implied smut about to commence.

“Guys, I’ll just take the sofa. I’ll manage.” You weren’t sure if you were trying to convince them or yourself. It didn’t work though; Bucky just looked at you with his eyebrow raised.

“Really,doll? You might be shorter than us, but you’re not that short.”

He was right, of course. At 5ft 10 you were far too tall for most sofas let alone the one in the room of this ratty motel. 

“What do you suggest then? That we all sleep in that?” You nodded your head at it. It being the king sized bed in the middle of the room.

Steve looked up from where he was rummaging through his go bag.

“Seems like the only sensible option to me. Normally we’d offer to sleep on the floor, but…” He eyed what passed for a carpet in the room. You had to agree with him. The chances were that anything placed upon it for any length of time would be carried off by the roaches that were probably living in it. You shuddered at the thought and repressed a gag.

“Well as long as you two keep the mushy stuff to a minimum, I suppose. It’s bad enough when I’ve shared a room with you both before and you’re being all cuddly and shit. Makes a single girl sick.” This time your gag was for comedic effect.

Bucky grinned at you, and in two strides was next to you, arm slung around your shoulder, giving you a slight squeeze.

“Are you just jealous in general, or jealous of one of us, specifically. Wouldn’t blame you; we are both hot.”

“You wish!” You pulled a face and shoved him away. “Now go get a shower, Barnes. You smell of swamp.”

He pouted back, but his light blue eyes sparkled with amusement.

“Me! What about Stevie! And you, doll. We all fell in that water.”

“Yeah, but you’ve still got swamp weed in your hair.”

You reached up and plucked the offending piece of flora from his chestnut locks then, feeling impish, threw it at Steve. It landed on his shoulder, but he just turned on ‘the Captain glare’ as you and Bucky started giggling like children.

An hour later you were finishing off in the small, and frankly disgusting, bathroom. 

Bucky had used it first, scurrying in to escape Steve’s overdramatic ire and you had gone in search of food. When you got back Bucky was sitting on the edge of the bed, in his sweats and rubbing his hair dry with a threadbare towel. You threw bags full of food for your two enhanced teammates onto the coffee table.

“Cap in the shower?”

“Yeah - he won’t be too long. I’ve known that guy to have a full shower in less than 2 minutes. And after all these years, I’m still not sure how he does it.”

True to Bucky’s, Steve had stepped out just then, clad in his own sweats, short blond hair sticking up from where he’d given it a quick scrub. Gathering your own wash things and clean clothes to sleep in, you’d slipped around him, trying to ignore the loving look Bucky was throwing at his boyfriend.

Luckily there was enough hot water left for you. The boys wouldn’t have heard the end of it otherwise.

Returning to the bedroom, you mentally prepared yourself for an awful night’s sleep.It was bad enough that you were, once again, sharing a room with two men you had massive crushes on - who only had eyes for each other, this time you’d also be squished on the same bed, no doubt clinging onto the edge of the mattress and trying not to fall out.

The two supersoldiers were already lying in the bed, eyes closed, Bucky being the little spoon to Steve’s big one. They were scootched over so far that you were worried that Steve was about to drop off his side. Gingerly you climbed into the remaining space, your back to Bucky, and you switched off the small lamp they’d left on for you.

Moonlight shone through the thin curtains, casting weak shadows. You tried to relax but found yourself just staring at the strange shapes thrown on the wall in front of you. You could hear both of them breathing. 

Slow. 

Steady. 

Completely fake.

Bucky shifted behind your back, his arm brushing over your ass and hip. If he had been asleep you could have believed it to be accidental. It settled across your waist, a copy of how you imagined Steve’s was lying over his.

“Um…Buck?” You whispered out of habit. “What are you doing?”

“‘S not a lot of space, doll. We need to cosy up, so you and Stevie don’t fall out.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“He’s also like a radiator, sweetheart. And we’ve noticed you don’t like to get cold. Just go with it.” Great. Now Steve was joining in.

“It just feels… you know… weird.” Something about the darkness was making you feel braver than you had in a while. Although that bravery started to wane slightly when Bucky shuffled even closer and you could feel his breath on the back of your neck.

“Whaddya mean ‘weird’? I think it feels nice.”

You flipped over to face him, despite the fact that there was so little light it made the gesture pointless. You were getting frustrated. Both emotionally and sexually.

“Bucky. Your boyfriend is right there, cuddling you, but apparently cuddling me is nice. And for some reason Steve is fine with it.”

The shadows behind Bucky shifted; Steve lifting his head.

“Wanna know why I’m fine with it?”

“Cos you’re secure in your and Bucky’s relationship, and you know this is just practical?”

He chuckled, low and deep, and boy did the sound do things to you. Oh, god! How keen were his senses? Would he be able to smell your arousal?

“Well, yes, but also, no…”

Before you could question him, Bucky’s arm tightened around your waist and suddenly he flipped you both, placing you in the middle of the bed, wedged between him and Steve. Your hands were pressed up against Steve’s chest, his coarse chest hairs tickling your palms. Bucky’s hand was splayed against your stomach, keeping you in place, pressed against him.

“What the hell?”

“We realised something, doll.” Bucky was practically purring in your ear. His hips pressed up against your ass and…oh!

“W-what’s that?” You could barely breathe, frozen rigid in the bed, afraid to move.

Steve wiggled down the bed in front of you, so that your hands were on his shoulders and both your faces were level.

“That you aren’t jealous of either of us when Buck and I are being affectionate. You’re jealous of both of us. You’ve got the hots for both of us.”

You scowled, hoping that despite the low light he could see your annoyance.

“So, what? You decided you’d both tease me. Thanks so much.” You shuffled violently and sat up, kicking off the last part of the coverlet. You pushed up on your knees, but Steve copied you, effectively blocking you.

“We’re not teasing you, sweetheart. Let me finish. Please.”

The bed dipped behind you; Bucky getting to his knees too. Your head was a swirl of emotions. Confusion, want, frustration, and something that might have been hope. Steve took hold of your hands, rubbing his thumbs across the backs of your knuckles.

“We’re trying to tell you… we’ve got the hots for you too.”

“Majorly,” Bucky interjected. “It’s been torture these last few months. Fighting beside you. Sharing a room. You, being so close, but not attainable.” You could feel the heat radiating off him and all you wanted to do was relax back onto his firm chest. And you wanted to believe what they were apparently telling you.

Steve tugged on your hands, pulling you closer to him.

“You can’t begin to imagine how Buck and I have been when we’ve got back to our apartment at the compound after missions with you. How we’ve been so wound up, so goddamn horny thinking about you. Thank goodness for sound-proofing. I think we’ve fucked each other seven ways from Sunday everytime.”

Bucky had moved again; regained his previous spot plastered against your back. Both his hands were settled on your waist, just above your hips. He dipped his head, and his hair brushed your neck before his lips settled just below your ear. Testing you.

“Do you want us, doll?” His lips trailed down your neck and you tilted it to bare your throat to him. Your busy mind had cleared. Now only the want remained. Bucky and Steve were pressed against you in the moonlight, surrounding you with their scent and promising you pleasure. All you had to do was answer.

“Yes!”

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[behindstonewalls]

The puppet master's dance

The dance begins at dawn,

a suffocating blanket woven from expectation.

Her true face is a whisper in the bones. Buried beneath the layers of this pathetic flesh puppet.

The real her is smothered by what is expected, what is to come.

The skin she inhabits now is but a borrowed garment, stretched and thin...

A fleshy prison, a wretched costume of suffocating truth, a constant irritation.

But always a reminder of the vibrant self that lies patiently just below.

The real girl, a ghost just beneath,

dying for a breath, a taste of a life.

A puppet's jerk and a sway,

performing a life not her own.

A macabre dance in borrowed flesh.

The puppet master keeps her locked away.

Beneath, she burns with a desperate heat,

yearning for the world's raw touch,

for a life unscripted, unperformed.

It aches to be peeled away.

But she walks, a hollow figure.

A meat puppet moving through the motions,

playing a part, reciting lines

that taste like ash on her tongue.

This dead skin, a mask she cannot shed.

A dark impulse rises, sharp and primal.

To tear. To rip. To claw this false skin off.

She imagines the tearing, the wet sound,

the raw emergence of the self beneath,

bloodied but finally free.

A raw shedding, a desperate rebirth.

But her hands remain still.

The real, silent scream beneath the surface.

Trapped within this fleshy lie,

forever begging to break free

from the paralyzing weight of this skin.

#stonewalls

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This was another awesome writing promt from @picklemafia this one was "skin" I had fun with this one.

[summerchild-lu]

Challenge?

okay do I’ve been procrastinating painting for so long (because I feel like a failure when it comes to dealing with paint and brushes) but today is the last day I have something called freedom (I’m a med student now🙂)

do you think I’d be able to finish a whole project in three hours…😭 mind you I have chores too

I’ve started the little fairy boxes three months ago and I made no effort may the lord guide me.

This is a fairy box I made once so basically that’s what they should look like (kinda) and the other image is my reference for my notebook painting.

guys😭 I need to get something done

I thought an outside challenger might motivate me so what should I get if I win the challenge??? And what would happen if I can’t compete it?

Which project?

Fairy Box🧚‍♀️

Notebook painting🍓

Voting ended onSep 9, 2025

Also if you’re a practiced painter perhaps you have some advice for a beginner here??

I’m not really that beginner cause I’ve painted things before but not that great.