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Kristoffer Zetterstrand (Swedish, 1973) - Skull on Fire (2010)
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There was a song in the first Frozen movie, called “Fixer Upper” and it was sung entirely by the weird rock/troll things Kristoff considered his family.
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Instead of telling men to repress their emotions to appear stronger we should encourage them to sing incredibly dramatic ballads to process their emotions like in fictional movies. Maybe the world would heal faster. And also it would be very funny.
These are my personal favorites.
#frozen#frozen 2#kristoff#tangled the series#flynn rider#eugene fitzherbert#tangled#into the woods#barbie movie#barbie 2023#ken#i'm just ken#i'm kenough#the little mermaid#the little mermaid live action#prince eric#wild uncharted waters#agony#lost in the woods#high school musical#high school musical 2#troy bolton#bet on it
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Disney Princes Fan Art…
Edit: Prince Charming is leading the support group—as in, he’s helping the others get through this. And yes, Aladdin should be there. He wished to be a prince, but that was a superficial wish. He doesn’t know how to be Sultan. And he was nervous about it. Did you watch the movie?
#art#fan art#disney#disney princes#Prince Charming#flynn rider#eugene fitzherbert#tangled#aladdin#kristoff frozen#frozen#meeko#pocahontas#cute#funny#cinderella#fandom
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Character designs for Frozen (2013) by Bill Schwab
#disney#frozen#bill schwab#character designs#elsa#anna#kristoff#olaf#hans#disney concept art#animation#animation art#character design#concept art#disney animation#art#artwork#illustration
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Oil Paintings by Kristoffer Zetterstrand (2003)
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Kristoffer Zetterstrand 2003- oil on canvas
blue_average | blue_close | blue_distant | clear_close | dense_distant | LowMist | Overcast | standard_average | sunset_average | sunset_dense
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I’d give so much to hear their banters between Awakening and their merging
#my art#dragon age#i tried looking for fics but there’s actually not that many that feature Justice in Kristoff’s body#and I’m not fond of the official Anders short story#also I’m sorry that everything I post lately is so doodly#I need to relearn how to do proper finished pieces haha
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Kristoffer Albrecht
Percé, Québec, 1990
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#idk they kinda resonate w me#frozen is one of the movies that really inspired my art actually#frozen and Luca#frozen#kristoff#frozen anna#frozen kristoff#kristanna#is apparently the ship name thank you instagram#my art#I don’t know how to tag things that aren’t tumblr fandoms
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Kristoffer Zetterstrand (Swedish, 1973) - The Grove IV (2021)
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Dog with Suitcase, Photo by Kristoffer Albrecht, 1982
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INQ stands for Inquisitor. HAWKE means Hawke. HOF is Hero of Fereldan / the Warden.
Please reblog and tag with your selection!
#i mostly wanted to cover companions#dragon age#dragon age origins#dragon age 2#dragon age inquisition#i'd have put gorim over roderick gilmore but i know lots of people loved the companion mod and so he's there for you (affectionate!)#i'm in seat 3. put me in the middle of whatever isabela. zevran. leliana. anders. kristoff / justice. and josephine have going on#i also know that if i sat in 15 for 8 hours that i'd be an honorary hawke by the end of it#sera and blackwall were originally closer to one another but sacrifices were made to keep her a fair distance from anything too elf-y
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Hi I just read fixer user and I loved it! I was wondering if you could do a part 2 💖💖
an act of true love
A/N: (your pfp made me scream and curl my toes) an unexpected amount of ppl rlly enjoyed this dynamic. i suppose i have found my people 🤭 (gif creds: @kingofscoops)
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader (Season 3)
Summary: In the dead of winter, there’s absolutely nothing that could keep you warm. After all, only an act of true love can thaw a frozen heart. 1.5k words
Warnings: fluff, mutual pining, pet names (sweetheart), mention of toxic ex boyfriend, cursing, gross flirting
Steve can hear you shivering through the receiver and your stuttered breaths crackling through the cord. You’re begging him to come over and fix your radiator in the middle of a snow storm. The roads aren’t closed yet, but a thin white powder blankets his front lawn and the top of his beemer and he can see the flakes whipping through the stream of light pouring from the streetlamp. So, he piles every blanket he has into his passenger seat and braves the drive to your house.
Does he know how to repair a busted radiator? No.
Is he determined to do anything you require of him? Every single day for the rest of his life.
He’s crouched by the window of your living room, looking for any telltale signs of wear or leaking. You’re standing just behind him, bundled in two blankets and holding a spare flashlight. He’s quiet as he tinkers, but your mind is racing watching his soft toned arms through his cream thermal and his back muscles working when he turns over his shoulder to glance at you with a dashing smile. You nod quickly when he says something, though you’re not exactly sure what.
“Sweetheart?” he coos, raising his brows when you recoil under his gaze.
“Sorry, I didn’t… I wasn’t listening,” you say with a chuckle. He grins, dropping his head in understanding.
“Sorry, I know it’s boring,” he says, “but has it been making noises or anything?”
“Oh, yeah! It kinda groans when I first turn it on and it sounds like it might explode for the first couple minutes. I guess I’ve tuned it out by now.”
“That’s probably not a good sound then,” he teases, turning back to the radiator with a puzzled look.
“No, probably not.” You shuffle off to the kitchen, setting a kettle on the stove and humming softly.
After half an hour of tinkering and a roll of tape, Steve stands and wipes his hands on his jeans.
“That should do it! It’ll probably take a sec to heat up again,” he sighs, and you emerge from the kitchen, balancing two hefty mugs brimming with whipped cream. “Ooh, what’s this?”
“Hot cocoa. Secret family recipe,” you tease. In actuality, it’s just the standard package of chocolate powder and sugar. The secret lies in the healthy dash of cinnamon you mix into it.
“Secret, eh? Guess that gives me a reason to come see you more often,” he hums, following you to the couch and taking one of the mugs from your hands. It warms him up nicely, and he knows you gave him the bigger mug on purpose when you smile triumphantly. He takes a sip, moaning at the sweetness. You giggle at the whipped cream kissing his top lip.
“I hope I’m reason enough,” you say with a faux pout. He sits close enough to share the pile of blankets with you, your thighs pressed against one another in the captured heat.
“Duh, you’re the main attraction,” he huffs, “Your hot chocolate is like the flashy side show. It’s pretty neat but not quite as cool as the reason you bought the ticket.”
You giggle into your mug, face hot in the bellowing steam. Or because of his dimpled cheeks. Or the way his eyes swoop over your face. Or maybe the way he came rushing to your rescue in a storm without a second thought.
“Any new Brad-related developments? Or is he still giving you shit?” he says, swallowing a warm gulp of liquid chocolate.
You groan, head lulling back against the couch. “He keeps calling to say I’m a cold hearted bitch and then immediately hang up. I think he forgot that he’s the one who broke up with me.”
“Right, right. Why’s that again?”
“Something about his family’s values. And how he hates my friends,” you say, “I just remember getting mad because he seemed so jealous and mistrusting. Honestly, in hindsight, he was really childish about the whole thing.”
You shrug it off, but it snaps his heart in two all over again. He doesn’t even want to know the gorey details because he knows it’ll boil his blood. Just knowing that asshole said something like that to you makes his fists ball up in frustration. But he thinks of what you said. What did Brad have to be jealous about; he had the entire world and Steve never bat an eye. Not to you, at least.
“Jealous?” Steve asks.
“Yeah, he’d give me all these ultimatums where I’d have to choose between you and him. So random,” you huff. Though, maybe he was justified in some way. You and Steve have been this close since the day you met. Any love interest would feel threatened by his charm and that smile.
“Oh… weird”—He watches you take a cautious sip from your mug like maybe you regret saying anything at all—“Yeah. That’s random. Had no idea I posed such a threat to that guy. He seemed so… self-assured.”
You stare blankly, shrugging when you mutter, “you can call him a narcissistic prick, i don't care. And yeah, I was kinda surprised the first time he brought it up, because a big part of why I was attracted to him was for his confidence” you chuckle, “No idea what went wrong!
Steve absentmindedly squares his shoulders, sitting up straught on the plush cushions trying to make himself look strong and reliable and confident. You sip your hot chocolate and look at him funny.
“Are you okay?” you say, holding in a laugh.
He nods. “Oh, yeah. I’m just super confident ‘s all.”
You snort, choking on the sip you’d sucked down, pinching your eyes closed when he lurches forward with a worried look slapped across his face.
“Shit, here, let me help,” he huffs, setting his mug aside and wiping the drips from your chin with his sleeve, “Oh, god, are you hurt???”
You cackle with tears pricking in your eyes when he carefully takes your mug and places it next to his. You pat dry your neck, and he watches you softly.
“Stevie, you’re so sweet.”
His heart flutters in his warm chest when you smile at him.
“Well, I dunno about that.”
“No, seriously. You’re so caring and thoughtful, I’ve never met anyone like you,” you whisper.
He takes a shaky breath in.
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
You nod heartily and grin wide, and you notice he’s staring at you. So you kick his calf under the blanket.
“Hey, ouch!”
You giggle, but he’s quick to grab the crook of your knee and tug you close so you’re laying flat on the couch. Your hands cover your face when he tickles your sides and leans over you playfully. He’s almost glad you can’t see him blushing or feel his heart racing or hear his head booming with thoughts of you. He gasps when you plant your socked foot on his thigh, but he holds your elbow gently to keep you close to him while he leans over you.
You’re laughing, and he can confidently say it’s his favorite sound. You palm his chest, and he takes a deep breath in. Your eyes flick open because you’ve never felt someones heart beat so fast and so warm just beneath your fingertips. He’s flushed and pink but he looks like a prince in the orange lamplight. And he’s so close to you.
Your fingers curl into the collar of his shirt, barely grasping, and you crane your neck towards him. You watch his honey eyes draw over your lips just before he leans in and kisses you.
His hand molds into your side, melting over the exposed skin like hot syrup. You press into his hold and smile with your fingers drawing up and across the back of his neck.
But the kiss short lived when he pulls away, shoving a hand through his ruffled hair.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” Steve huffs, standing and backing away, “I don’t know what I’m doing. I should go!”
He crosses the floor in a daze, forcing his feet back into his shoes before you even can sit up and call after him.
“Steve, wait!”
But he’s shaking his head and reaching for the ice cold door handle with his jacket barely slung over his shoulders. He whips the door open, and you can see the pure white snow floating down in sheets outside.
“Keep the blankets! Just call me if the radiator breaks again, and I’ll see you!”
The door slams shut.
You tut, hand coming to your lips as you look around at the scene before you. The abandoned mugs on the coffee table, his blankets folded over the back of the couch, your repaired radiator whirring softly in the corner. The absence of Steve. What would the kids say. You know they’d lose it, but would they be upset if you ended up together. Would they realize they changed their minds and you’d jeopardized not only your friendship with Steve but with the entire party.
What if everything changes?
Oh, but what if nothing changes: you and Steve tip toeing around each other, the kids scheming and giggling at your misfortune, but now changed by the fact that you’ve kissed Steve. And he kissed you back. And you like him so much.
"Oh, god.”
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Why is nobody discussing the fact that The Doctor has seen Frozen? 12 even made a frozen reference in Empress of Mars. Then who became his love interest last episode? Friggin Kristoff. I need that as a fic now. 15 sitting down to watch Frozen with Rogue and having a “hang on a minute” moment when he hears them both speak.
#doctor who#dr who#dw#doctor x rogue#doctor who rogue#rogue doctor who#rogue dw#dw rogue#doctorrogue#dndoctor#timerogue#fifteen x rouge#rogue#frozen#jonathan groff#kristoff#fifteenth doctor#twelfth doctor#empress of mars
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Minecraft paintings by Kristoffer Zetterstrand (2011)
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