#7-day challenge

[motivatedsavages]

You’re one decision away from a breakthrough. Most people scroll. A few rise. This post might be exactly what you didn’t know you needed today. ➡️ Tap the link. Read it. Apply it. Change the game.

[strawberry-macchiato]

The work is mysterious and important

Day 1/100 // print

[tashiduncandonaldson]

the way tashi has always kissed art like she was trying to climb inside him and live there will never not move me in a way that leaves me breathless

[aleksandracoffan]

Gaaraweek Day 7 - Oasis

[pistachiopie]

wowzers!

[dualcosmog]

0809 Melmetal

[thepunkpanther]

CHALLENGERS (2024) x 7 DAYS IN HELL (2015)

[suhyla]

commit to making istighfar 1,000 times a day for 6 months. mark it in your calendar so you can track it. and see how much your life changes.

[artilite]

please take me home 🌠

textless version below! lyrics are from the song Mơ Làm Ma by Ngọt :)

this was meant to be just a quick doodle before bed, but. well. you see where that ended up OTZ

[ivanttakethis]

There’s something so poetic about how Ivan didn’t think he’d be a trauma to Till, but then Round 7 showed that’s all he ended up being.

And by “poetic,” I mean “really fucking heartbreaking.”

Like, yes, Sua is most definitely a source of trauma for Mizi, but she’s also the source of a lot of good memories and a source of love.

Ivan wasn’t (or at least didn’t seem to be) a source of any of that for Till.

I think Ivan recognized that he hurt Till when they were growing up.

Not anything earth shattering or irredeemable, but that he wasn’t the nicest (he even acknowledges this in the ‘thank you for being a victim of my shallow emotions’ comic).

And he knew Till was already hurting after Mizi’s disappearance, plus what happened at the club, so he probably didn’t want to add to that.

Sacrificing himself in Round 6 solved two problems (in Ivan’s mind): Till would get to live, and Ivan couldn’t hurt him anymore. Bonus points for the sacrifice acting as an apology and a confession.

But even in death, Ivan still hurt Till.

Luka used the trauma of his death against Till. That’s one of the biggest reasons why Till lost.

Knowing that was the last thing Ivan wanted makes it so much worse.

It’s like hurting Till is this constant he can’t escape from.

Dead or alive.

[dangergggg]

Mermay day 7 💕🐟

[puttersmile]

HeartnSol community!

Heart & Sol Month Days 7 & 19

Prompts are "Hobbies" and "Rainy Day".

Rain poured outside, tapping against the windows of Dogday's home. Everyone was supposed to meet at Craftycorn's for art lessons but those plans were canceled. Instead everyone took shelter from the downpour. Inside, Bobby was sitting cross-legged on the floor with Dogday, both surrounded by a mess of art supplies and snacks.

"I forget how Crafty did it the last time. Do you remember?" Dogday asked.

"Oh I don't know. I think it was less of a squiggle line and more of a slant line?"

“This was your idea,” Dogday muttered, carefully dipping a brush into a cup of paint. “And you have the audacity to judge my skills?”

Bobby, who had half a cookie in her mouth and blue paint smeared on her cheek, cackled. “Hey, I never said I was good at painting either! We’re just killing time.”

Dogday squinted at the piece of paper in front of him. It was supposed to be a drawing of Bobby. Instead, it looked like… some kind of unholy mix between a bear and a potato.

Bobby leaned over, peeking at his work.

“Geeze, Dogday. Is that supposed to be me?”

Dogday deadpanned. “No, it’s an abstract interpretation of your soul.”

Bobby snorted. “Well, your soul looks like a moldy loaf of bread.”

She held up her own work: a drawing of Dogday… except...he was...well...bread.

"Wow really? Do you think I'd taste good covered in peanut butter?"

Bobby faltered. "N-no?"

"Aw..."

They stared at each other for a moment—then burst into laughter.

Outside, the rain continued to fall, but inside, the two of them sat together, smearing paint onto each other’s faces and doodling ridiculous caricatures, making the most of a rainy afternoon.

End.

Breadday and Pottoby. Monstrous creations.

[messenger-of-babel]

Conversations

Summary: You wished that Kyle could distinguish between argument and conversation.

Word Count: 1.3K

Notes: Aaaahh I’m new to Kyle Rayner as I’ve just started reading his runs but I really liked him and wanted to give him a spin. He’s probably my second fav lantern (after Hal) and I’ve got some kinks to work out with nailing his personality, but I’ll get it with a bit of practice. I was trying to keep him in line with his dreamer/romantic side ya know? Anyways, first week down already folks!

(Additional side note: posting this early tonight cause of a killer migraine so please be patient with tomorrow's upload. )

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Even if you were yelling at him, Kyle thought you were beautiful.

The sun caught your hair in the morning light, and his eyes traced the sleep still in the corner of your eyes. There were lines on your face from the pillow, and your lip was sucked between your teeth.

"Kyle? Are you listening?" you sigh softly, and he responds with a faint smile.

"You're beautiful."

You pinch the bridge of your nose, exhaling. "Great. So, you're not even listening." you sigh. His smile wavers slightly. He knew you wanted to talk about something heavier than he would like for the first thing in the morning, but he couldn't help but try to steer it away from that. After all, you had said that you didn't intend to stay the night last evening, that you came over just to talk, but you ended waking up beside him the next morning. Surely, he could talk you out of this if he swung it correctly. His lips quirk up again, making his eyes light up with a playful warmth.

"I am listening," he defends. "I just can't help if you look beautiful this early in the morning."

"I'm not in the mood for flattery, Rayner." you sigh, hands on your hips. "I'm trying to have a serious conversation right now. You're not taking anything into account, which is the exact reason we keep having this argument." You throw your hands up in the air, clearly frustrated.

He puts his hands in front of him, making a soothing motion. "Woah, woah, we haven't been having arguments, we've been having conversations," he corrects sternly. "Those are two very different things, babe. We're okay."

"You always say that," you groan. "What kind of discussion ends with the tears, Kyle? This isn't a conversation if I'm the only one talking. You keep dodging the questions, the situation, and it just gets worse!" you say frustrated, hands coming to cover your face. "I shouldn’t have even stayed the night. I knew I shouldn't have stayed the night." you groan, a well of regret and shame writing around in your stomach as your pinch at the bridge of your nose again.

"Hold on," he interjects. "It's not a mistake. We're a couple, that’s what couples do."

You sigh through the nose at that. "Yeah? If we're a couple, why have I been sleeping at my place for the last week? Why haven't we gone on any dates? Why haven't we been calling? This is more than a rough patch, which you already refuse to acknowledge. We're essentially broken up. It was a long time coming, and if you actually stopped to listen for a moment, you'd realise that too. We need to break up." you say a matter of factly, slightly out of breath from your rant.

You didn’t want to say that. Hell, if you had asked yourself from a year ago if you wanted to break up with Kyle Rayner, the answer would have been an immediate 'Hell no'. You just couldn't do it anymore, the constant speed that your relationship had been progressing. Kyle took you on dates like he wanted to be married to you yesterday, despite only recently hitting your one-year anniversary. Don't get it wrong, you weren't complaining about him being in love with you, especially after the disappointing string of partners before him. He made it seem like you held up the sun and kept the world from collapsing. Like you were some goddess that could solve anything with a simple touch.

But that was exactly the problem.

He treated you like a martyr, like someone who could do no wrong. You were sick of being the princess stuck in the tower. Want to go to Gotham for a show? No, too dangerous, didn't you hear about the crime rate recently? How about going to Metropolis to visit your old college friend? You've got to be joking with him. Do you know how many superpowered maniacs tear through those streets on a daily basis? Coast City? It was essentially the walking dead every now and then and he wasn't going to risk you being there when it happened (plus Hal Jordan). No, you were to stay right here, in Los Angeles.

That kind of care was endearing at first, until you began to feel disconnected. from everything. You weren't some damsel that needed to be protected, god damnit, you were a fully functioning adult, not a child. But no. Kyle Rayner had to be there, had to be your knight in shining armour, had to keep the walls padded. It started to feel like you were dating a parent instead of a partner in the way that you would act and lash out to try and get him to relax his reins a little. He'd always just stand there, taking blow after blow without actually listening to your words. Just throwing back compliments, dodging the conversation skillfully and downplaying the situation. It was like dating a broken record, the same dismissive positivity on loop 24/7.

You were going to snap eventually.

It was wearing you down, the constant affirmations that everything was fine when it was not. Then it had begun the months of him putting you on that pedestal. Like all things it was fine at the start, but soon you became your own worst enemy. Soon you were chasing the perfect version of yourself that only Kyle could see, burning yourself out to be that person until you turned to see the damage you'd done to yourself. When you'd ask him to stop, that you were human like everyone else and had negative emotions, there was a small upset flicker across his face. He just couldn't understand why you'd be sad or angry or frustrated after a long day of work. Don't you love your coworkers? Why are you mad at your cubicle partner? You were the most understanding person on the planet, so surely you understood where they were coming from.

You had decided that you were done with the love bombing. You could see in the way his eyes looked at you, the dreamy expression on his face even in the midst of your fights that he was in love with the idea of you, not actually you.

And you would be lying if you said that it didn't hurt.

While you're standing on the other side of the bedroom, lip worried between your teeth his thoughts are running wild. However, no matter how fast they race, there isn't a pulse of panic that can course through his body. You both had always managed to fix any bumps in your relationship, and Kyle knew you were the best thing that happened to him. He wasn't going to let go anytime soon, and he was convinced that you wouldn't either. When he sees the start of the tears on your waterline though, his heart clenches. His lips tilt into a frown and he comes around to your side to lift your face, but you gently tip your chin out of his grip.

"Babe, why are you crying?" he asks, heart sinking at just the idea of you being sad. Sure, you sometimes cried during your conversations, but he knew that was just your way of expelling energy, of getting the bad emotions out of your system. They were disrupting your perfect relationship, so you were releasing them, he knew that. You just shake your head, choking down a hiccup.

"That's it, Kyle." you whisper. "This is it. You just don't get it." You frustratedly sigh, turning away from him to get your keys and purse thrown on his dresser from last night. "I'm gone. This has to be an official break up, we can't keep doing this." you choke out, voice thick as you throw your coat on, not caring that you look ready for the walk of shame out of his apartment. He tilts his head curiously as you pass him, your throat bobbing as you swallow.

"Goodbye, Kyle Rayner." you say, before you all but sprint for the door.

He sighs, running his hand through his hair. As he hears the front door slam, he exhales, disappointed. He was hoping he could take you out to that brunch place you liked near the park, and then go feed the ducks. It always seemed to make you smile, radiant and full of life. He mulled your words over in his head, a flash of panic shooting through his heart for a second. Were you actually going to leave? No, you wouldn't do that. Not to the perfect arrangement you two had. You were made for each other.

Break up?

Surely you just meant that you were taking a break.

[flyingdidii]

Day 7 - Love Letters

+ Dark Knights of Steel with a different Redhood + Spider-Man’s kiss

This is one of my favourites

[mantafreaky]

my favourite genre of gorai art is rider being melodramatic and goggles being a jellybean. so i made some but didnt want to think abt it that hard so its basic

[woellow]