#Coping with Challenges

[sherlockggrian]

71 with Scar?

#71 - A House in Nebraska / Ethel Cain

bro you have no idea how much this was destined for me, I have always associated them with this song. for all my fellas who've never gotten over 3rd life. I'm still in that sand castle.

[mindgambit]

10 lessons to overcome your inner barriers and lead a self-determined, fulfilled life

Unlock your full potential by breaking through internal barriers of self-doubt and fear, and discover self-determination with these #SelfReflection #PersonalGrowth lessons. #OvercomeBarriers #SelfAwareness #Fulfillment

Unlock your full potential by breaking through internal barriers of self-doubt and fear, and discover self-determination with these #SelfReflection #PersonalGrowth lessons. #OvercomeBarriers #SelfAwareness #Fulfillment Self-reflection and self-awareness The process of personal growth and self-development often begins with a deep realization and understanding of oneself. It’s essential to take…

[sunlit-mess]

silly drafts of au comic doodles ( as in cracked )

[girliism]

art donaldson x reader

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your guest sent you off with whistles and cheers. dry rice fell all around you as you and art piled into the vintage baby blue cadillac that belonged to his grandfather.

the two of you were officially married.

the day had come and went. tears and laughter and love filled the wedding reception. you could feel the day catching up to you as you slumped down against art’s side, your eyes heavy.

“it’s an early flight tomorrow so i think we should pre-pack.” art said, one hand on the steering wheel and the other playing with your wedding ring. “sounds good.” you whispered, drifting off into sleep.

the next time you woke you were being carried bridal style down the long hotel hallway. “she wakes.” the ding of your hotel room unlocking and opening follows after art’s voice. your body soon hit the soft plush of the queen sized bed, and a relaxed sigh escapes you.

“don’t tell me your ready to retire for the night already, mrs. donaldson.” mrs. donaldson

“i like the way that sounds.” you smiled. one that art mirrors as he lifts your foot off the ground, gently pulling your white heels off one at a time. “well, i’m gonna like saying it. mrs. dondalson.” he sank to his knees pulling the skirt of your dress up to your waist.

art took his time kissing up both your feet then your calf’s, smoothing his hands up and down the back of them. when he got to your thighs he pulled back your lace garter before letting it snap back against your skin. your breathing picked up as he made way to your inner thighs getting closer to your heat. art paused when he made it to your clothed core. his eyes talking in the custom made panties you had on.

“do you like?”

you asked, referring to his initials that were embroidered on mound of your thong.

“do i like?” he repeated, shaking his head. “yes, i like very much.”

art pushed aside your panties, and moved his tongue through your folds. your head fell back with a moan, and your hands crept their way into his blonde locks.

“fuck, art.” you whined and whimpered while art licked and sucked. his tongue rolling circles around your clit, and his middle finger pumping in and out of you.

“m’close, art, s-so close.” your panting picked up and so did the pace of his finger. your back arched and your legs closed around art head as a wave a pleasure rushed over your body. art kissed over your sensitive cunt and your inner thighs before standing.

pulling your skirt back down in place, art rolled you onto your stomach. slowly he took his time unlacing the back of your dress and unhooking your strapless bra. you felt his slightly callused hands massage over your now exposed back. 

“god, you’re gorgeous. you know that?” his lips pressed down your spine and across your low back. “and now you’re mine. all mine.” he moved away from you briefly to strip himself of his own clothes, before gently sliding huge dress off your body. draping it on the back of chair. you rolled yourself over and scooted to the top of the bed.

art hovered above you, one hand resting next to your head holding himself up. the other traced down your sternum and over your breast, brushing your nipple. every move was slower than he would usually go. his lips against yours wasn’t rushed, and the push of his cock into your wet heat was unhurried. the slow roll of his hip and the drag of his dick against your inner walls had your mouth falling open with pants.

“squeezing me so perfectly.” art grunted in between thrust. your legs wrapped around his waist pushing him deeper inside you. “fucking made for me.” art interlocked your fingers, holding your hand tight. “m-more. art, need more” you whined, pressing your heel into his lower back. art complied, picking up his pace fucking you a little faster and a little harder.

continuous moans sounded from you as you arched up into art who was leaving marks along your neck.

the mix of heavy breathing and the headboard hitting against the hotel wall echoed. art could feel you tighten around his cock and your nails dig into the the back of his hand and shoulder.

“close, babe. can feel it.” he muttered into neck, snaking his free hand down between your bodies to rub circles with his thumb on your already sensitive clit.

“a-art.”

“let go, baby. cum for me.”

your eyes squeezed shut, and for a second time tonight a strained moan broke from your throat as you came on your husband cock. art’s release followed soon after yours. his hips loosing its rhythm as he paused inside of you, body tensing up as he came.

art collapsed on top of you resting his head on chest. little patterns got traced on your hip bone as both came down from your highs still locked in at the pelvis. he sat there for a little while longer before slipping out and disappearing into the bathroom. art re-emerged with a warm washcloth to wipe down your body.

“i really loved today.” you whispered, body already half asleep waiting for your mind to catch up. the bed dipped as art slid under the covers with you. “me too, baby.”

the next morning was filled with rushed packing trying to make your flight on time.

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[calamitila]

Clarice Lispector, "The Hour of the Star" | Garage Heathen, "Who's Lila" | Joel Anderson, "Lake Mungo"

[taiturner]

Mike Faist as Art Donaldson CHALLENGERS (2024) dir. Luca Guadagnino

[finifugue]

Listen I know in my head that the Lando puppy interview is mostly because of the PR success Leo Leclerc has had so now every team is on a pet thing but I do think it's HILARIOUS that McLaren went 'oh fuck everyone's saying our driver is severely mentally ill what are we gonna do? I know, let's make him play with puppies!'

[mintytrifecta]

Like one of the reasons I'm so entranced by daring is a character is how he's so self-centered but sooooo unapologetically kind and earnest to other people. He acts with a frankly egregious sense of grandeur that is definitely in part an act an act, yes, but he's willing to admit his mistakes so easily. He's so quick to accept and forgive and it's so clear the happiness of other people is something he deeply values. Prince Charmings are raised to be grand heroes with zero fear, but at their core they're about helping others and being there for them. Daring might not be a destined prince charming anymore, but he exemplifies the core aspect of kindness for kindness's sake without ever asking for anything in return. There's something poetic about it. He couldn't save someone when acting as Prince Charming, but when he was just being himself, genuinely just trying to help someone in danger, he did save them. Daring has a bleeding heart and hides it under the illusion of self-importance. I don't believe that it's all an act, I think he does very much love himself (even if it can get unhealthy) but it's so clear he loves other people just as much. There's a reason he's the gold standard of prince Charmings, and it's not his brevity or combat skills.

[icpe]

beast wars, doodles #10

Episode 2

[veroinfaciem]

[cloudcastor]

because it's 2025 and it's the year of being cringe here's some re-imagined sekaiichi hatsukoi busts lmao

[from patreon]

[wiskiemonk]

The more I think about it the more it strikes me that Takasugi's big problem is that he loves deeper than he knows how to handle. He took Shoyo's death harder than anyone else despite arguably being less 'close' to him than Gintoki. He developed a lifelong hatred of the world that took Shoyo away, but also specifically because it made Gintoki cry, and he couldn't handle that. He built an army of soldiers loyal enough to die for him and collapsed under the weight of his self hatred when they did precisely that. He doesn't know how to deal with how much he loves the ones he loves and the only way he can externalise it is rage, against the ones who hurt them (himself included), and against himself for having loved in the first place

[keydekyie]

:')

[momomallowart]

Togachako week 2025 day 5: Date

TogaChako Week 2025 Day 5: Date

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[frerrari]

yours to lose, oscar/carlos

The awfulness of their last conversation seemed so distant when he saw his name on his phone. Oscar thought he could move on from it. Bury it in the same place where he buried everything else he wanted from this weekend: pole and P1 and a proof that he’s worth something. Now Oscar wonders if a part of him—a tiny, logic-defying part—will always be in that room with Carlos.

read it on ao3.

[candkneecorn]

btw if ur healing from something horrible like That. normal people coping healthily WOULDNT be putting up pride flags. because they want this TRAUMA to be put BEHIND THEM, not constantly dragged alongside them in some happy go lucky light. just so you know!