#Hello My Twenties!

[found-family-tournament]

Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 21 Group 101

Propaganda and further pictures under the cut

The Roommates From Season 1: Yoo Eun-Jae, Jung Ye-Eun, Kang Yi-Na, Yoon Jin-Myung & Song Ji-Won

Class 3-E: Karma Akabane, Yuuma Isogai, Taiga Okajima, Hinata Okano, Manami Okuda, Meg Kataoka, Kaede Kayano, Yukiko Kanzaki, Masayoshi Kimura, Hinano Kurahashi, Nagisa Shiota, Sosuke Sugaya, Tomohito Sugino, Kotaro Takebayashi, Ryuunosuke Chiba, Ryoma Terasaka, Rio Nakamura, Kirara Hazama, Rinka Hayami, Sumire Hara, Yuzuki Fuwa, Hiroto Maehara, Koki Mimura, Takuya Muramatsu, Toka Yada, Taisei Yoshida, Ritsu, Itona Horibe, Karasuma-Sensei, Irina-Sensei, Koro-Sensei

Submissions are still open!

The Roommates From Season 1:

IM SORRY BUT IF I STARTED TO TALK ABT THEM I WOULD NEVER STOP LIKE EVER (i'm submitting the ones from season 1 because i felt like they had a closer relationship than the ones from season 2) also their names are not in the same order as the photo. oops.

Class 3-E:

They all care about each other so so much and learned from each other in the best ways. The teachers did too of course!

[tarodango]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Master manipulator vs Master manipulator

 [First] Prev <–-> Next

[cuntychappell]

At The Risk Øf Feeling Dumb -Twenty Øne Piløts

[crescenttm00n]

.: while all the world's asleep, I walk around instead

through the memories, down the halls of my head :.

[bobcatblahs]

Imagine being a married aro/ace-spec person. Full, as expected but won’t be detailed on the internet marriage- and kids. You get the idea.

Now imagine your OTP is TimePetals- but specifically NineRose.

Now imagine people who are NOT ace-spec saying that one of your OTP can’t possibly be in love with the other because they aro/ace.

And your eye twitches. And you’re so annoyed. But the trolls are so exhausting.

But also your eyes WORK and you also WATCHED THE SHOW so you KNOW these fools are deeply, deeply in love because that’s how being on a spectrum works- idiots.

We’re called demisexual/demiromantics and we know wtf we’re about, k?

Additional proof under the cut

[leitorespacks]

⛤ : / ›› like or reblog if you save/use. *ૢ 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 bawkugos ◡̈    

[dawnbirdwhistle]

Mel Medarda, the 2nd Portrait (Arcane)

I wanted to draw her again from the front, and here we are :D

I didn't want to follow my reference too much, so I chose a more dramatic lighting this time - also one I haven't tried yet, so I hope it turned out well!

All I have to say, the simping is very real 😔💛💜 (and so is the brainrot OMG- like I still just wanna keep drawing them xd when I tested out some old art supplies to see whether they work or not, I made a quick doodle of Jinx and Ekko as well ahh)

I'm super happy with her this time tbh!

Exam season is still blooming, but I am doing okayish so far, so phew! I've also been drawing anatomy practices daily into my tiny sketchbook since that is something I am lacking in for now. Hopefully not long, though :D

I wish everyone a pleasant day going forward, and I hope I fed the Mel fans well enough~ 💜

[let-me-sleep-or-die]

everyone dealing with all these new issues of the second half of highschool and getting older, having to deal with realizing you are poor, hard family dynamics, college applications, new responsibilities, finding people you rlly don’t like who don’t like you either, shit changing

and Fabian trying really hard to figure out how the fuck banks work.

[lokilysolbitch]

i really don't understand non adhd peoples advice to ppl with adhd. "just put all the distractions away" ?????????? literally what. do y'all,,,do y'all??? need???? physical distractions to be distracted??????? ????????????

like what is supposed to happen. okay so i took my phone out of the room. that wasn't the main distraction anyways bc i was staring at the wifi signal on my laptop and tracing the bars with my nail. clear the display?? i mean sure but i've already moved on to thinking about the font of the o's on the textbook. they have like. thin lines for the top and bottom parts but the rest is kinda thick. i should try that pomodoro study thing i saw a while ago. when was that like ten years ago?? damn thats old. i was like twelve. i had this one music teacher when i was twelve and she used to use these colorful pens on the sheet music and i'd always be like why are you writing on music with pen how will you erase that but to be fair it was really pretty and like i get it now bc i got a bunch of markers recently and they're so fun. i'm trying to learn to draw and i'm not sure if my art style is more colorful or like pencil sketches because i like color but i always default to pencil sketches and then never color it. i should make a tumblr post about that sometime. maybe later tho because i'm busy right now. oh shit yeah i'm supposed to be studying. how has it been twenty minutes already. oh wait i was supposed to clear my display silly me. where's the button for that even. hmmm where's settings oh i saw this one video about settings the other day but it was really confusing i think it was supposed to be a joke or something. it was kind of funny tho and i looked at the account and the whole page was just about settings like imagine if i did that with photos or something like how do you come up with that but at the same time i kinda g

[tarodango]

[purrvaire]

good omens season 2 + text posts I have on my phone (1/?)

[womp-womp-waa]

When Centipede-sama first saw the group of teens in the car it knew that they were probably tired. As much as it loves it's home. Centipede-sama isn't stupid, it knows it's a hard place to get use to. And it's home wasn't made for humans. So it knew what it had to do.

Play a game with them, of course!

Sure, they may be teenagers. But who doesn't love a game? Also they could use something to remind them of their world. So Centipede-sama decided to play one of it's favourite games. Tag! Oh, they were going to have so much fun. As soon as it started chasing the group in the car they immediately sped up. Perfect they know how the game works already, saves it explaining the rules to them. As they spun around a rock, Centipede-sama heard something break. And then they saw a boy fall out of the car.

What?

Nobody was meant to get hurt while playing this game. It's just a game. Nobody gets injured while playing tag. Did that boy really get hurt? O-Or maybe they just were really good at playing tag! Yes, of course. They knew that it would follow the group so the boy jumped out of the car and rolled away. That boy was clever. He must have played alot of tag when they were younger.

It was just about to finally reach the car. It was a tiring chase, but a fun one. Centipede-sama could only hope that they were having just as much fun as it was.

Just before it could tag the car a fellow Centipede came out and smashed into it. W-Why would someone do that to it? Turning around to face the attacker, it saw a familiar face of a centipede. It was him, Kyle. The bully. Kyle had been bothering Centipede-sama ever since it was young. They used to be friends, but eventually Kyle moved on and Centipede-sama stayed in place. It stayed at the old park where they use to go together.

No matter how much he battered and bruised it. The attacks never stopped hurting. Every single time it felt like it was being betrayed all over again. The feeling always brought them back to the memory of the first attack.

Centipede-sama learnt the lesson long ago that it wasn't strong enough to fight back against him. So, like always, it ran away. Like a coward. Running away from it's problems like always.

The next day Centipede-sama knew they had to find the group to apologise for cutting their game short and making sure that the young boy who jumped out of the car was okay. It heard from Tree-kun that the boy (Tyler?) Fell on top of him. And then was taken away from Tree-kun. It remembered how distraught Tree-kun was and it could only imagine how broken Tyler was feeling.

After a bit of searching it finally found the group in the school. So, Centipede-sama poked it's head through the windows to try and spot the gang. Finally, it saw the group and they stared back at it. It waved excitedly at them, but they started running away. Oh! They must still think they were playing tag. It quickly broke into the building and started chasing after them. It had to make sure they were okay. Especially Tyler, who it could see being carried by one of the taller boys. Poor kid. So heart broken that he couldn't even stand.

It was about to call out to the group, but then something small and sharp pierced it's skin. It cried out in pain as more bullets joined in on the assault. "S-Stop it!" It tried to call out voice weak and fragile. "P-Please, just l-leave me alone." It pleaded weakly. It was no use though as eventually it's vision started to fade and the sharp bullets became a dull ache in it's mind.

There was no way it wouldn't die. It would probably be for the best anyway. It's not like it ever did anything useful.

Slowly, it started to regain consciousness. Something was laying by it's side. Gradually, it found the will to turn it's head and see the presence beside it. Fighting through the pain, it was shocked it find Kyle laying next to it. "K-Kyle..?" It's voice was hoarse and scratchy. Suddenly, Kyle's head snapped towards it as he huffed. "Took you long enough." His harsh voice cut through the tranquility of the forest. "You need to be more careful. One day you're gonna get seriously hurt." Centipede-sama wanted to ask more questions. But he was being shockingly nice to it and it didn't want to ruin it.

So the questions remain unspoken and unanswered... For now

[aurum-rays]

So I'm really bad with watercolors and I thought why not use the Cliquetober challenge to get some practice done as I was gunna do it anyway, watercolor or not.

So this artwork is pretty obvious I took the lines

"Days feel like a perfect length, I don't need 'em any longer

But for goodness sake, do the years seem

Way too short for my soul, corazón?"

and thought of time (depicted by hourglass) and I wanted to show soul and heart somehow so used Clancy as a subject with a hole in the abdomen and time being too short for his soul and heart. Therefore heart (instead of sand in the hourglass) is running out of time. I dunno. It sounded sane in my head.

I'm not sure if I'm gunna be consistent with the challenge. I am also thinking of doing some write ups too since the challenge includes not just artworks but also photos, poems etc (which I think is really cool to include).

so here it is day 01. eep!

Day 01: Corazón

[creatingnikki]

home: a feeling

so you know how home stopped being a physical place or meaning family a long while ago? home now has been only a feeling.

drinking cheap white wine out of coffee mugs at midnight in your friend's room with van Gogh art and fairy lights and plants talking about dysfunctional families and crying and laughing and ordering fries and knowing you are not being judged and you can be yourself because they are being themselves.

home is supposed to be routine and normal. home is supposed to be a constant. home is supposed to be your safe haven. but what ever has been as it was supposed to be? and so home now is only a feeling.

sitting in the park after dinner with new friends as the neighbourhood cat sleeps in your lap and you talk about things you haven't yet disclosed to people you have known for years. feeling the cat purr as it snuggles up closer to you. feeling the breeze in your hair. crying without being asked to stop or given advice or an awkward attempt at comforting physically. them just letting you be and sitting there by you, holding space. safe, silent, soothing.

home is not one place, one person, one thing. it is not your childhood house, it is not your first studio apartment at 25. it is not your lover's apartment. it is not your best friend's art studio. home is not something you are able to visit frequently. you've been away, on a journey, and home shows up as this feeling every now and then just when you think you're so home sick that you cannot take this life anymore. that's when home shows up.

it shows up as that neighbour who ensures she gets you a box full of baked goodies each day after her pâtisserie classes even though you have barely exchanged any words. it shows up as that friend's boyfriend who sits next to you throughout the world cup final explaining the sport to you so that you enjoy that match as much as the others in the room. it shows up as your friend's girlfriend's younger sister who takes a liking to you and welcomes you into her bedroom, something she doesn't do for even her sister and stays up all night talking to you about books.

home is not as ever-present as home was supposed to be. but home exists and it does show up. and for that I am thankful and for that I am blessed. and for that I will not give up, I will continue this journey.

[followthewhiteerabbit]

I hope I communicate the craving