#flow-state

[jbfly46]

You should be in a 24/7 flow-state with all chakras aligned. Your cerebral spinal fluid should be flowing both ways. There should be zero myelin sheath dividing your brain hemispheres.

[brytning]

I saw a post the other day about how difficult mindfulness meditation can be, especially for people who are neurodivergent, and OP was frustrated that their therapist never recommended anything else. There are many opportunities to bring mindfulness, focus, and intention to activities you already like! Learning about flow state has been a real eye-opener for me.

[dailycupofcreativitea]

They're biking!!

(I don't know how to draw a bike okaayyy I just made something up 😂 if the bike engineering doesn't make sense don't come after me)

[nightcatssketchbook]

I was hitting some art block so I felt like drawing some fanart of @abd-illustrates’ Heartless characters!

I realized I never actually watched the final installment of the Concept Corner series, so that’s what I had playing when sketching these. It’s just so fun listening to the brainstorming and cool character connections

[crabsnpersimmons]

note to self that i will surely forget because this isn't the first time i've done this and it definitely won't be the last:

maybe don't do line art on an empty stomach

(don't worry, i ate)

(AFTER i finished the line art)

[gaddaboutgriffon]

Young Justice Spider.

I have seen a lot of post where Spider-Man gets sent to Gotham because Dr strange’s memory erasing spell means he can’t stay in the marvel universe anymore, and get adopted by the batfam. But there are not a lot of fics with him and young justice. (Unless you count tiny one shots.)

But what if he landed somewhere else? What if typical Parker luck caused him to enter the dc universe somewhere less favorable because that is where the action would be happening next?

I am going to have the portal spit him out in the underground levels of Cadmus labs on the day that Robin, Kid Flash, and Aqualad go to investigate the fire but end up rescuing Superboy. In fact I think I will have his sudden appearance be why the main psychic genomorph decided to do the fire that day instead of later like planned.

So Cadmus security is already distracted and busy trying to catch one intruder that they miss the side kicks arising and entering through the express elevator. Robin hacks the system and finds project Kr and that there seems to be an “asset” trying to escape. They search and Find Spidey first and since aren’t setting off the spider sense like everything else in the building is he quickly agrees to go with them.

Then they go down to the level project Kr is on, and like in the episode, release the clone. Peter’s Spider sense goes off and he intercepts the attack. Because Superboy is only half kryptonian and hasn’t had natural sunlight yet they are evenly matched strength wise, but Superboy is a tad faster. It isn’t until the scientist Desmond orders the psychic genomorph to psy-blast Spidey that Superboy gets the upper hand and takes him and the other side kicks out.

The rest of the escape happens like in the episode where Superboy changes sides and rescues them from the cloning lab. Then they fight the roided up Desmond/Blockbuster and bring the building down on the former scientist.

When the Justice league gets there and the explain what happened, the adults of course also ask who Spider-man is. Fortunately Robin and Kid Flash made it seem like he was an escaping clone and Peter has the presence of mind to go with the cover story they accidentally gave. So he will be staying in the young justice base with Superboy.

Ok lunch is ending for me, so let’s see what other people can add onto this.

[stellar-bluelock]

winners ☆ itoshi rin x reader

details: fluff | mild hurt/comfort | childhood best friends | romantic relationship | ~1.1k words | gn! reader | timeskip!rin | guys, i love childhood best friend rin. the yearning. <3

Itoshi Rin doesn’t know how to react when you start to tear up.

You haven’t seen each other for quite some time, with all your busy schedules. Messages and calls were your only options, so you practically jumped at the chance to invite him to your new apartment during the holidays.

The two of you didn’t really plan anything in particular; that’s how it was when you were younger, anyway. So, you spend the day catching up.

He tells you about something his teammate did to piss him off. He tries to explain how awkward it is whenever fans, especially kids, want to get his signature. He rants about something that went wrong during his last day of training. 

In return, you tell him how your coworkers made a fool of themselves in public. You make him listen to the song that’s stuck in your head. You share pictures of your cute newborn cousin and the joy it brought you.

And it’s all natural—it feels like coming home. You remember how you’d help your mother prepare dinner, while Rin and Sae made a quick run to the convenience store for snacks.

Now it’s the two of you making an ingredient list, going to the nearby grocery, and making dinner together. Rin argues about the nutritional value, and you argue about the taste. You teach him new cooking tricks you’ve picked up, and he asks to try them out for himself.

So, it’s no wonder that halfway through your meal, something tugs tightly at your heart. It’s the world-shattering realization that you want to be with him forever.

When the first sob escapes your mouth, you hear the clatter of Rin’s utensils falling to the table. 

You love him. 

You love him, and you don’t even know if he feels the same way.

Has he once considered it, in that ambitious head of his?

“Why are you crying?”

Unsure of how to respond, you shake your head and cover your face.

“Does something hurt? Does the food taste bad?”

You want to chuckle at his last question, but it feels like your chest is about to explode.

“Mm. Something’s wrong.” His chair drags across the floor with an unpleasant noise. In a matter of seconds, you feel his presence next to you. “You’re sad.”

It’s a lot more complicated than that.

He pulls at your arm, a gesture you’ve both used since you were kids. You did it to him first when he cried, so you could see his face—no, his expressive eyes.

So when you let your arms fall, you shouldn’t have been surprised at the sight of his round, teal eyes. 

You see fear and worry in them.

Has he ever looked at someone else like this?

“Is it me?” Rin asks quietly. “Are you sad because of me?”

You can’t stand the look on his face.

“No,” you whisper, wiping your cheek. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Then what is it?” He leans closer into your space.

“It’s…” You sigh. “I don’t know how to explain.”

Rin hums to himself. “Then what’s the first thing that comes to mind?”

You’re so endeared that he’s paid enough attention to pick up on your style of questioning, that you cave in.

“I love you.”

Chills instantly run through your body at your confession. You assume Rin feels it too, considering how he straightens up after a few seconds.

“You love me?” He echoes.

“I love you,” you affirm with a shaky voice. There was no going back from this now.

A silence settles for a few seconds, but you can hear the cogs turning in Rin’s mind. 

“What do you mean?” he finally says a minute later. “You love me?”

“I want to be with you for the rest of my life.” You stare at the dinner table in front of you longingly. “I want to have long conversations about my dreams with you. I want us to wake up and go to sleep together. I want people to know that you’re everything to me. I want to be the one who shines the brightest in your life. I want you to be my other half. My pillar.”

Rin takes a deep breath. “But, we already do this as friends-”

“No.” You cut him off. “I want us to be more than just friends.”

“More than friends…like, lovers? Couples?”

“Yes.” You close your eyes, afraid of what comes next. You don’t dare to tell him that loving him means wanting to share surnames.

Suddenly, it feels like your apartment’s freezing.

“You love me, but it makes you sad. Why?”

“Because I’m scared that you don’t feel the way I do. That I’m just wishing for something that will never happen.”

Heat crawls over your face. Was telling him a mistake?

“Everything that you said,” Rin ponders, “that’s what it means to love me?”

You nod. 

“Then...that means I also love you.”

Nearly giving yourself whiplash, you gasp as you turn towards him.

“What?”

“I love you.”

“Wh- Wait- But, how- What? I don’t...you love me?”

“Yes.”

“In the exact way I do?” You can’t believe this. “Are you sure you understood what I said?”

“Yes.” Rin knits his eyebrows together. “Everything you want is what I want.”

Something swims in your gut. “Rin. I’m talking about living in the same home. Kissing you. Marrying you. Maybe even starting a family together. Are you sure that-”

“Yes.”

You’ve been rendered speechless.

“Really?”

“Yes,” Rin sighs. “Why do you keep asking me the same thing? Aren’t you supposed to be happy?”

“I just…” You run a hand through your hair. “I didn’t think you’d feel that way about me.”

“I’ve felt that way for a long time. I guess I didn’t know it was that kind of love.”

Oh.

“Why are you crying again? I don’t understand, is this making you sad-”

“Tears of joy, darn it. Come here.” You reach towards Rin, and he immediately opens his arms in response.

And all you can feel is his warmth. The steady rhythm of his breathing. The gentle way he holds you.

“You’ve really loved me all this time?” You whisper into the crook of his neck.

“You never abandoned the dream we made together.” His words are a little muffled, but you understand them all the same. “I’d do anything you asked me to. I’ll listen to no one but you.”

You snort. “Hey, don’t be too stubborn.”

“Well, everyone’s stupid. Except you.”

Classic Rin. 

“Okay, okay.” You slowly pull away from the embrace. “We can talk more later. Let’s finish this dinner we worked so hard to make.”

Rin nods, pulling his plate from the opposite side of the table towards the spot next to yours.

After you finish the rest of your now-cold meals, Rin hands you a bright blue popsicle from the freezer, and you recognize it instantly. 

He still likes it after all these years, you think to yourself fondly, unwrapping the package.

It’s not long before Rin finishes his dessert and looks for the marking on the stick.

“I won. What about you?”

When you glance at yours, you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face.

“I won, too.”

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[sarahsinferno]

Revolution of the Heart

in the silent chambers of the heart,

a revolution stirs, unseen but profound,

an uprising not of banners or blood,

but of echoes and whispers.

here, the old guard of fear and doubt

crumbles beneath the weight of truth,

and the walls, once high and unyielding,

are breached by the soft siege of hope.

it begins with a flutter, a murmur,

a flicker of light in the darkness,

a quiet rebellion against the shadows,

the tyrannies of self-doubt and resignation.

love, the unarmed insurgent,

moves through the corridors,

its gentle force tearing down

the barriers built of solitude and sorrow.

in this new realm, compassion rules,

an unassuming leader, guiding

the steps towards healing,

towards a horizon where grace

is the common language.

the heart, now freed from its chains,

beats a rhythm of renewal,

a drum that echoes in the quiet spaces,

a testament to the power

of the unspoken revolution,

where change blooms in the tender soil

of vulnerability and connection.

by S.T.

diana the huntress by gaston casimir saint-pierre

reaching for the moon by edward eggleston

an afternoon rest by guillaume seignac(one of my personal favorites)

[fyllophobia]

seliph & ares commission, thank you!

[theambitiouswoman]

Flow state in dating isn’t:

Overthinking every message or interaction

Trying to force chemistry or connection

Checking your phone constantly or trying to control the conversation/situation

Rushing to define the relationship

Chasing validation or approval

Flow state in dating is:

Being present & enjoying each moment without worrying about the outcome

Letting conversations unfold naturally, without pressure

Feeling comfortable & authentic in your interactions

Allowing the connection to develop at its own pace

Letting go of expectations & embracing the experience for what it is

[pangeen]

" Ever see ice form like this on a river🧊🤯? Captured 2 days ago in Alaska "

// © John Derting

[yogurtlid10000]

Eeeee @bloominglegumes ok so i love your designs sm and i drew drift!!!! It was so fun and i had so much fun and i made a couple of my own changes into my own style once i got the hang of her design and it was fun to experiment with my style and i love drawing drift and thank u for the inspiration and everything 😎😎

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[ohfinlee]

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Thoughtless

[weepynymph]

Penelope’s window 

Obviously the Featherington’s drawing room window looking out across the square to the Bridgerton’s house is a hugely significant part of this season (which is so fantastic because it’s been planted for two season straight now that’s she’s constantly sitting there - I love it!) but what about Pen’s bedroom window? 

On first watch I automatically assumed during the scenes where she’s sat at her bedroom window all day after her and Colin’s lessons are revealed to the ton that she was, as usual, looking out at the Bridgerton’s house. Especially because we immediately cut from this image to Colin looking out of HIS drawing room window towards the Featherington’s house. But then on second watch it struck me that her bedroom doesn’t look out over the square, its on the opposite side of the house, overlooking the gardens.

The best evidence I have for this is 2x08 where its looks as though Pen is watching the fireworks in her bedroom.

And during the scene in 3x02 from what I can see it’s mostly trees out there which doesn’t match up to the square at all so it’s got to be the back of the house.

So when she withdraws from society and hides in her room, it’s not the Bridgerton’s house she’s staring out at all day - it’s the garden. It’s the place where they made this disastrous plan, and the place where she heard Colin say he’d never court her.

Later that night when Colin meets her in the garden (God the symmetry is so GOOD) she describes herself as ‘a sad, stupid girl who believed she might possibly have a chance of love’ and I can’t help but be reminded of how crushed she was at the end of last season when she believed that things might finally be happening with Colin only to hear him completely reject the idea of ever courting her. 

I’d be willing to bet that she spent a good portion of that day in 3x02 staring out at the garden thinking about that night and punishing herself for having let herself hope, for having ‘brought this on herself’ again.

For Penelope, the drawing room window represents the hope that she might someday be with Colin. When she says to Debling in 3x04 she’s ‘grown tired’ of the view I think she means she’s grown tired of hoping for something that will never happen.

Whereas her bedroom window, I think, has come to represent the destruction of that hope (at least at this stage in her story). The only times we see her looking out of it are 2x08, and here in 3x02: moments when all hope is lost for her, not just in terms of being with Colin, but of finding love at all. Portia makes it pretty clear in this scene that the idea of Pen making a match is unrealistic, one could say, laughable.

And then where does Colin bribe Rae to bring Pen so they can have a moment alone? Not the front of the house or that little side entrance we see her meet Eloise at in season one (which would probably be more discreet to be honest), but the garden.

Whistledown’s narration is significant here too, she says: ‘a small taste of the light can lead to that most dangerous of emotions. Hope. And once hope is lost, a lady may become reckless.’ They are literally standing in the place where hope was lost, the place where he broke her heart last season, and the whole script is about to get flipped. She thinks this is the end of everything, when really it’s the beginning.

She’s been staring at the garden all day thinking about everything it represents; how she is nearly on the shelf and may die without ever having been kissed, how Colin Bridgerton would never dream of courting her. But it isn't true. Instead, true love is waiting for her down there. Hope is waiting for her down there. She is not going to die tomorrow. She is not going to die without ever having been kissed. Colin Bridgerton WOULD dream of courting her (and is about to in the next episode! In the bloody garden!!!)

This turned into a dissertation but all this to say that this is why Colin Bridgerton needs to climb through that bedroom window in part two and thoroughly make it up to her, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

[sarahsinferno]

I Wish for Liberation

I sit in the dark, my thoughts a storm of fragments, and I wish, not with the innocence of a child but with the bitter clarity of experience, that you would feel the weight of every wound you gave.

do you know the sharp sting of betrayal, the cruel echo of a lie, the loneliness that wraps around the heart like a shroud?

I want you to know the hollow ache of waiting, the gnawing uncertainty that burrows deep, the sleepless nights stretched out in their endless, aching expanse.

I want the weight of your own choices to press down on you, heavy and relentless, until you understand the pressure that drove me to despair, until you feel a trace of my sorrow settling like dust in your own empty spaces.

you, who sculpted misery with your hands, who wielded cruelty like a blade, are you aware of the echoes you left? do you hear them whisper in your dreams, the ache you wove so effortlessly into my days?

i could wish for storms to ravage your calm, for the sky to crack open with lightning that rends the fabric of your peace, for the tremors of regret to shake your foundation.

yet, even as I wish this, I realize that suffering does not heal, that the flames of revenge only scorch the hands that wield them.

so, instead, I let the weight of my sorrow settle, a quiet confession to the universe that sometimes I crave for the scales to tip,

for the pain to be known, but mostly,

I wish for liberation, for the shackles of my anger to fall away, and for a heart that no longer clings to the shadows of the past.

so I let the wish drift, a bitter gust of wind that fades into the void, and I turn away, searching for a release from this desire, for a way to mend the broken pieces without adding more shards to the world’s already jagged heart.

S.T. 2024

santa rosalia by roberto ferri(1978) oil on canvas

the shepherd david by elizabeth bouguereau(1895)

dancers by franz von stuck(1896)

perseus slaying medusa by laurent-honore marqueste(1903)