#How to be Thirty

[gizkasparadise]

Yeah that was how Nevertheless webtoon was but before the end she almost got back together with him especially after the happy times she had with the SML I was like nooo good thing it didn't happen the drama on the other hand was like I don't care we're going there no need to teach girls that a fuckboy isn't right for them let's show them to love toxic relationships lol Oh How To be Thirty that's the one with the cheater ml right? I think she ends up with the SML in that one the drama didn't

2/2

really show that but I heard the webtoon of How to Be Thirty had them end up together hope she wasn't with ML as long as the drama. These two dramas are actually making me like Second Leads now but that's only because these mls are horrible. Sorry for the rant.

yeah in how to be thirty the ML had a girlfriend when he and the FL started sleeping together. the girlfriend blames the FL for everything and tries to tank her career while the ML is just like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and tries to act like he wasnt serious with the previous (younger!!) girl

she doesnt explicitly get with the SML, but it's set up to look like it's moving in that direction and that she's moving on from the ML and not going back to him (this drama's saving grace was the ending lmao)

#asks! #how to be thirty #kdrama

[lotus-pear]

god i love skk sm i wish gay ppl were real :(

#LOTUS DRAWING ACTUAL POSES AND NOT JUST BUSTS??? WOAH #i swear i actually know anatomy and stuff i just never draw it bc it's too much effort #going to bed <<<<< staying up until two thirty to draw your otp #ALSO.. for those of you who know i'm rewatching bsd w my friend whose never seen it before.. we finally got to ep9 #and she IMMEDIATELY clocked in on skk's toxic exes energy😭😭 #also she calls chuuya childe bc hes a ginger and his first reaction to seeing dazai was “fight me >:)” #she was like “omgg..hes part of the evil organization🤭 and has beef w the protag (he wants to fuck them😏) *giggles* wait. TARTAGLIA😨😨‼️” #I WAS TRYING SO HARD NOT TO SCREAM.. I COULDNT LET HER KNOW HOW DISTRAUGHT I WAS HEARING THAT FOR THE TENTH TIME #anyway we finished s1 and chuuya's her fav character so far let's see if she can learn his actual name and stop calling him childe😭😭 #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya #soukoku #skk #lotus draws

[art-the-f-up]

yes.

Thank you to the person who suggested this and pushed me down a hole of obsession. By the way both of their colors together make up the color of the flag how cool is that look.

#i keep forgetting how bitchy tumblr is for me #it took me thirty minutes to post this here #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ladybug #chat noir #ml au #miraculous heroes #miraculous au #palestinian heroes #palestinian heroes AU

[egophiliac]

oh no, I love them

(super quick doodles done between other stuff, there will be better things later I promise :')

#art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers #spoilers spoilers spoilers #me when the shroudparents walk in: what. why. what is this. #me thirty seconds late: never mind they are AMAZING #i mean yeah idia kind of offhandedly mentioned it way back when #in episode 6 when he was like 'my parents have to wear special equipment to deal with the debilitating effects of the curse' #'and to hide their identities as a french electronic synth-pop duo' I GUESS #no no it's okay. mrs shroud you are kind of insane and i love you #GROUP HUG EVERYBODY!!!!! #mr shroud you put up with a lot but somebody's gotta remember to do the paperwork #daft punk bert and ernie is the best possible dynamic for them #and THEY LOVE THEIR ROBOT SON #i'm so happy for ortho #(hovering around the subject of dreamworld ortho. ...we'll get to that) #man though now that i know what they're like #when idia busted in to show them how he built himself a replacement brother #mrs shroud was probably just like 'this is exactly what i would have done. let mama give you some pointers on joint mechanics' #i know i'm in the minority on genuinely unironically loving overblot idia #(YES he's weird but it's a weird i'm into!) #i am DELIGHTED by the design parallels. he looks like his dad! #but with his mom's ears! #ah it's so good

[kyouka-supremacy]

Bungo Stray Dogs The Day I picked Up Dazai | Release on December 28th

#The first one... I need several moments #osamu dazai #sakunosuke oda #ranpo edogawa #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd the day i picked up dazai #sango harukawa art #mine #You can read the first thirty pages or so (source link) #Took me an hot second to remember how I downloaded images from B/ookwalker lmao

[wolfythewitch]

Why'd he have to get crucified :( he should have been at the club

#wolfy religious tedtalks #sorry this is so funny to me #well #to me #i doubt itd be funny to jesus #but i constantly talk to my friend about how he was ljke. in his early thirties? #like holy shit man thats young #its crazy how you were born to die #isnt that wild

[hyolks]

some wastelands au :')

#fma #fmab #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #edward elric #alphonse elric #wastelands au #and thats that!!!!! 30 days!! (TECHNICALLY)... (THIRTY DRAWINGS AT LEAST (IHAVENT COUNTED)) #i wanted to do something a bit more. yanno. cool for the final days. involving wastelands. but i uhhhhh hated literally everything i drew #livin la vida loca yall. go fuckin nuts. goodnight #i didn't realize how crucial ed's side braid is to me. i couldnt draw him without it

[sandinthepipes]

The fact that I can wholeheartedly enjoy ofmd and good omens and appreciate the angst because I KNOW there will be a happy ending.

See, I’ve never had that. None of us queer folks have ever had that.

#it’s boggling my mind #how a thing that is so simple is so groundbreaking #do you realise how fucking starved for content we have been #AND ON TOP OF THAT WITH MIDDLE AGED COUPLES!!!!! #maybe we can live past thirty and be happy #oh no I made myself cry #also I know that technically we don’t have the certainty that ofmd will have a happy ending but like #it’s a bunch of queer people put into the same room if the flag actually ends up meaning death again I will burn something #our flag means death #ofmd #good omens #good omens 2

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

he's in my home he's in my Heart

#translation: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #hello hello hello hellOOOOOOOOO #hes so cute!!!! and the material is So Soft!!! #the urge to fling him as hard as i can at a wall is There! #i wont though. i wouldnt dare #but ohhhh its him <3 the chew toy <3<3 in the. uh. fabric #i didnt expect him to be so firmly stuffed its a Delightful surprise #his little outfit his stupid fuckin cinnamon bun hair AGH i love him #thirty bucks well spent!!! #i cant wait to crochet him a little sweater <3 #and a little Home to keep him company <3 #oh man oh man Where am i gonna put him... #in the basket??? on my bed?? on a shelf - no! i dont have the room! #maybe he'll bounce around from spot to spot! #photos from the bog #welcome home #gotta say i really do love how it kinda looks like his ascot is strangling him #i looked to see if i could loosen it lmao is he breathing alright!!!! #cant wait to have extensive staring contests with him <3 #finally... someone who wont look away or find eye contact Uncomfortable... #i will admit im already obsessed with holding his tiny soft hand #AGH he's so <3<3<3 he's soooooo <3<3<3<3 #thank you makeship for the opportunity to have him physically in my life #thank you clown for creating him & letting makeship turn him into a marketable plushie he's Everything. 100000/10 absolutely phenomenal #MAN i cant believe he's here!!!! #it feels kinda unreal! like! Wally Darling! in my house! My House!! holy shit!!! #hearts on his soles and everything! #oh and as a bonus he arrived in a wonderful little canvas Bag #i do love me a bag... extra thank you to makeship for the bag. new bag <3 i'll put things in it <3

[apppleioi]

we’re all just a bunch of people who are unsure of just how many women live at 300 fox way, aren’t we?

#no but seriously #is it like seven #or thirty???? #how big is the place? #i want a family tree #please #trb #the raven boys #blue sargent #maura sargent #300 fox way #ronan lynch #noah czerny #adam parrish #gansey #the raven cycle #trc

[spocks-bikini-and-datas-bra]

Vulcan porn?

#people say he’s a grandpa even in tos where he’s in his thirties but I loooove him af and he doesn’t look old #star trek #st #star trek tos #st tos #tos #spock #star trek memes #mr Spock #tos Spock #Spock tos #Vulcan memes #leonard nimoy my beloved #leonard nimoy #Lenny #i miss lenny so much 😭😭😭 #so hotttt #how is this hot #so hot #hot af #fuck

[starry-bi-sky]

more clone^2 memes because i think they're funny

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #clone^2 #danny fenton is not the ghost king #so canon to clone^2 and clone damian the portal that ends up transporting damian to amity park is left pr ambiguous #so really how he got there could be one of many things whether it be through divine intervention or clockwork's doing or hell #it could've also been quite literally the 1 in 1 millionth chance that a natural portal opened up beneath him and sent him to amity #and was a happy accident #but the idea that the laz pits or another adjacent such entity heard damian wanting an older brother (he meant og damian but oops never- #specified) and then sends him to the one person who could fulfill that wish and make him happy at the same time. #was really funny to me within the context of the lilo and stitch meme. the meme can also be seen the other way around with danny as lilo #and damian as stitch. but danny being stitch was infinitely funnier and ~technically~ more accurate imo #danny technically IS a nice angel but also. he's a developing menace to society (just ask wes) and he's going to make damian one too #danny being from the midwest means he has a midwestern accent and thats not something the bats know how to handle when they finally meet hi #hey look at that! my meme making skills are steadily improving. im no longer making the same joke six different times in different formats #those first two images i made a few days ago the rest i made in the last thirty minutes in a spur of clone^2 induced inspiration #and procrastination of writing the cfau rewrite of the first post. we are 10k words deep folks and just barely got past the 1st gala reunio #dunking on the giw is a god-given right and danny WILL pass it down to damian

[stewykablooey]

i hate this fucking show why does it looks like he’s being yelled at. he looks like he’s being yelled at when actually his best friend is begging him to talk to him. mr kendall roy. its both the shame of the grip logan has on him right now the shame of the humiliation logan is putting him through right now and also the. its the love. the love is violence. mr kendall roy thinks the love is violence!!

#kendall just wept into his father’s welcoming shielding embrace for the first time in either who knows how long or ever #and it was only after he’d just killed a kid #and now his best friend is putting thirty years of love and trust on the table and he thinks this love is violent toooooo #and no no i need you to understand its not that he’s afraid of stewy or thinks stewy is being manipulative #its like. the love is there because he did something wrong. you’re showing me love because i did something awful. #you putting love on the table feels like a punishment like discipline #am i making sense!!!! #kendall roy #kenstewy #m

[oh-snapperss]

creature comfort

“We won’t win today,” Cleo says, and Etho knows she’s right. Knows their time has been running out since the first secret was whispered to them in voices all too familiar, has known that this day was coming, has known that all this time, it’s not been a question of if–it’s been a question of when. 

They’re going to die today. Distantly, Etho wonders if the domesticity they’ve worked for will die with them, or if it will follow them back home. 

Will his home ever be a physical place again? Home is where the hearth is, where the warmth is, where the world is shut out and it’s just the three of them. 

Home is where Cleo is. 

“That’s alright,” Etho smiles instead of voicing all of that, wishing, of all things, that he didn’t still have that awful cough that Cleo had insisted he rest over for a few days. “We’ll be alright.” 

They’ll be dead–and what are the dead, if not alright? The dead don’t have coughs, or pain, or fear. They’re just dead. Etho thinks he might not mind it so much, this time. He’s finally learned to spend his time wisely, and he’s built a home no flaming arrow could ever take down. 

Just by the cow pen, there’s a stupid little porch Etho had built a while back. They’re nowhere near it now, but every night he and Cleo had watched the sunset, drank a final cup of tea, and turned in to sleep over gossip and giggles only they could draw from each other this time ‘round. Before, Bdubs had made him laugh like that–now, Etho wonders how long before there’s a sword at his throat. 

Even so, while Cleo laughs and watches him set Scar’s porch on fire, Etho hopes he might have the privilege of watching the sunset from the porch one last time. He’d survive the day, if only for another sunset with Cleo. 

BANG. 

Tango’s gone–Etho knows it in his heart. Surely he should feel an ache for him, should ask how he went. Instead, it’s easy to accept it. 

The wardens are fun. That’s all they are, now. Before, they had been terrors, then the answer to a desperate prayer he and Grian had made. The carnage of those terrifying beasts feel muted compared to before, but with the wind flying through his hair, the elated cries of Cleo in front of him, Etho can’t care. Not this time. They lead two clear to the middle of the server before they’ve decided to finish having their fun, and Cleo’s just stepping up some rocks when she says it. 

“You’re my favorite, you know that? You’ve always been my favorite.” 

He does know, he does know now. He’d guessed it that first sunset, when Cleo sat down with a giddy smile to recount their day. He’d thought it, when she’d wrapped a blanket around his shoulders after his failures and rested her head on his shoulder without a word. He’d lived it, when she had shouted that she would kill him if he tried to kill her–but was reassured otherwise that night on the porch again, with the curse ebbing from his bones. 

Today, he knows it in the blatant rebellion against what’s supposed to be the end, the dread, the fear. 

“You’re mine too.” Etho grins back, and knows that they’ll see his smile even through the mask–knows they’ve come to recognize it in his tone and way his eyebrows scrunch together. . 

They wind up in the sky base with Grian–Grian, who hasn’t quite reached the same conclusion they have. Etho knows by the shadows under his eyes he won’t give up, that he’ll fight clear to the end. Once upon a season, Etho had been the same. 

Not this time. Never this time. 

Around ten minutes to sunset, Etho and Cleo set down their dripstone and bows, and sit on the edge of the cobblestone wall. 

“I don’t think we’re gonna make it back to our base for it this time,” Etho jokes, nudging his shoulder into Cleo’s. Cleo laughs, a carefree thing, and wrinkles her nose. 

“I don’t think we’re gonna make it back for it any time, if we’re being honest.” She leans back, one hand half behind her to support her weight. 

“I know,” Etho says. He brings his leg up to his chest, wrapping his arms around it. Behind them, cobblestone is placed–Grian, ever the survivor. “It was nice, though.” 

“It was nice!” Cleo beams. “Are you alright with this?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Etho hums. “‘s not so bad. Dying with a friend.” 

“It won’t be,” Cleo agrees. 

Because that’s just it, isn’t it? Etho’s never died like this–he’s died at the flames of an arrow shot while protecting his king, he’s died in fights after his allies were killed. Hell, he’s died hand in hand with a soulmate hellbent on killing him now–but he’d been in a frenzy then, a rage-induced thing meant to burn up the place that had never been a true home to them. 

He thinks he won’t mind dying with someone. 

The sun sets in brilliant hues of orange and pink, and they sit together, this final tradition not lost in the face of inevitability. Just as the first star twinkles, Grian comes over, hoisting them back to their feet. 

“They’re coming,” he says. 

It’s time. 

They shoot a few arrows, break some dripstone, all to no avail–but that’s alright, he’s got Cleo, and they’ve got him. 

But oh, the games are never kind, are they? Etho slips, his foot landing weird somehow–and he’s whistling through the air towards the ground at a speed too fast. It knocks the breath from his lungs when he lands–does he hit the clutch? Stars, he doesn’t actually know, because there’s arrows shot at him, shouts of glee from the hunters, and suddenly Etho’s not Etho, he’s just prey–and prey only know to do one thing. 

Run. 

Etho flies forward, dragging his sword out. There’s not many safe spaces left on the server–stars, Grian had even mentioned their base was but a crater in the hill. 

But the porch… the porch was intact. Supposedly. 

He enderpearls, and enderpearls again, and it’s still not enough. The screams behind him are closer, and closer, and then further–and oh, Etho knows it’s time. He’s dead, he’s gone, he’ll be but a wisp of the wind in a few minutes whether he likes it or not. 

And he won’t die by Cleo. 

Cleo, Cleo, Cleo. Oh, he’d not meant it to be like this. He’d meant to die with a smile, right by her side–just as they were meant to die by his. This wasn’t the plan, this wasn’t the plan. A sob claws its way up his throat, the beginnings of the blind panic he’d never meant to feel tonight. He’s going to die, alone, without the comfort of his Cleo. 

Home. He wants to go home. 

Home is in the air, a hundred blocks above him. He’ll never make it–but he can make it back to the porch, the one place of peace. Now, he can feel the twinge of something broken in his ankles, probably from the fall–and the cuts, the bruises, the blood scent thick in his nose. He’s so tired. 

He wants to die at home, he wants to die at home. 

“Oh, he sounds like a wounded animal… let’s put him out of his misery.” A voice said. Cold fear grips Etho’s heart, and he stumbles forward–the porch is in sight!

Let him die at home. Let him die at home. 

A shadow fills his vision, and Etho’s not even had time to lift his shield before blinding pain fills his stomach, and it’s over. 

He’s not allowed that creature comfort of dying at home. 

#secret life #secret life smp #ethoslab #zombiecleo #cletho #secret life spoilers #my fics #tw death #I don't have an explanation at all for this #Is this cohesive?? i wrote it in a daze. in under thirty minutes #if it's not great OH WELL #this is how i am coping #god i'm never gonna feel okay again about them #never ever #i'm fucking insane #bursts into tears

[goldensunset]

‘the main fandom tag can’t have that many bad takes and mischaracterizations and generally awful sequences of words in it’ WRONG!!!

#just blocked like 4 people in thirty seconds how’s it going y’all #i’m just trying to add more diversity to the ecosystem bc i don’t follow that many people…

[baskeigh-ball]

Doodle of Mikey teaching Leo to draw please!

i am so sorry for leaving this ask in the void for almost a whole week- it got kinda lost in there but here ya go

pictured above: adhd turtle tries to teach slightly older adhd turtle about the artistic craft and its complexities; information overload ensues. mikey does not notice for a solid five minutes

#mikey is me. i am mikey #seriously it is so hard to teach people how to learn to draw without going into a thirty minute lecture on the topic #over-explaining gang rise up #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #my art #asks open