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[etheriiart]

i cant believe i forgot to post this here. I literally drew this in 2hrs after i first saw her. my wife my saviour my queen barbara lasagna

[pines4thetwin]

Jealous dipper is so real to me!!!

Like whether its with stancest or stanbel (or even fordbel) like dipper creeping around corners gnawing his hand and cursing the axolotl.

He wants that cookie so bad!!!

[kugelfische]

same tailor, different format

[alesbianpuppy]

What i would do to be a boy in ancient Greece.

[rjl11898]

Happy Thursday! I just wanted to show off the imodna ring I made for my gf today at work! The “gem” is meteorite encased in resin in a weird circle shape.. not bad for my first time metalworking ever 👁️👄👁️

[midnight-soulless-system]

I LOVE BEING A BLACK PERSON!! Wooo! I love being mixed and I love my culture and heritage and history. I love being a queer black wo/man and being disabled and black. Black people are awesome, dark skinned, light skinned, 4c hair to 1a hair, we're all so beautiful and cool.

[girlwithakiwi]

Ooh what about a meet cute. Lonely new to small town broody bean meets upbeat local bean in the grocery store.

From this meme

I don't really have anything I could make into a full fic, but...

Transferring to White Harbor after her study abroad program in Meereen had not been a popular idea in her family. Her mother had been worried about how far north the city was ("it's practically Winterfell and you know how those people are!"), her father had scoffed at WHU's political science graduate program ("nothing like Valyria's, I'll tell you that for sure!"), and Viserys had said nearly two years in Meereen had addled her brain ("next thing you know, you'll be voting for people like Margaery Tyrell"). Daenerys had ignored them all, signing a lease for a lovely little flat to share with Jhiqui and Missandei in White Harbor's theater district.

Rhaegar had been the only one to express logical concern about her choice.

"Are you sure, Dany?" he asked as he watched her pack from the entryway of her bedroom. The family villa was lovely in the summer and Dany honestly wished she could fold up the house and take it with her. "You say spring in Dorne is too cold for you."

Daenerys had waved his concern away with a bright laugh.

"I'll be fine. It's not like it's Winterfell. How bad could it be?"

Four months later, she is not fine.

Daenerys had neglected to truly research how bad (in her opinion) winters north of the Neck could be, even for coastal areas like White Harbor. A snowstorm had come down from the mountains west of Winterfell, sweeping south with a lazy sort of joy that she finds insulting. Her crimson peacoat with its flared hem quickly proves too thin for the frosty mornings, her fashionable riding boots quickly turning speckled with salt and dried slush, and the jauntily tilted cloche hat she had purchased in Riverrun does little to ward of the blistering frozen winds.

"It should be illegal to live here," Daenerys hisses as she and Jhiqui duck into the blessed warmth of the corner market. The little grocery store only sits two blocks away from their flat, but in the snow and the cold, it had felt like trudging through the tundra, shoveled sidewalks be damned. "Who willingly lives somewhere this cold?"

"Heathens," Jhiqui agrees. She then quickly makes a beeline toward the tea and coffee, muttering beneath her breath. Daenerys knows that at the very least, they'll least have some nice warm drinks this evening to ward off the chill that seems to be doing its damnedest to turn their bones into ice.

She herself was going to make a massive vat of Valyrian chili, dousing it in enough spices to make her insides turn molten (helped in no smart part by the stash of dried dragonfire peppers she had packed in her bags). With hot water cornbread and Jhiqui's alcohol-infused tea, they might just survive this damned storm.

But it does not help that the people in the North seem allergic to spices.

"Gods, has anyone here heard of anything other than salt and vinegar?" Daenerys murmurs beneath her breath as she starts scanning the shelves for anything that might add a kick to her chili. Yes, her spice cabinet is impressive, having purchased most of her array from Meereen or Valyria, but she knows she is low on chili powder and cayenne. She hasn't really delved much into northern fare since she moved here but she's glad she hasn't. She shivers. "Would a pepper kill these people?"

"You're looking in the wrong spot." The voice takes her by surprise. She whirls around to see a man about her age watching her wary amusement in his dark eyes. He points above her head to the highest shelf. "The good stuff is up there."

Daenerys narrows her eyes at him. She doesn't know if she should trust him. He is only wearing a WHU hoodie (engineering student, she notes with a sniff)—no hat, no scarf, no gloves. Handsome as he is, with that accent, he can only be a northerner. The so-called good stuff is likely as spicy as all-purpose flour.

She also can't reach the highest shelf, but that's neither here nor there.

"Sure," she finally says, unable to hide the disbelief in her voice. "But I don't think this store has what I'm looking for."

"What are you looking for?" When she presses her lips into a thin frown, he gives her an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. Don't mean to assume but...you're Valyrian, aren't you? Or...at least from the south?"

"Sure," she says again, still wary.

But without another word, the young man steps up to the shelves she's been standing in front of and then reaches to the highest shelf. He is not particularly tall either, but he has several inches on her, enough for him to at least swipe a handful of the spices on the edge of the shelf. He glances at them briefly before holding them out to her.

"Are these good? Do you want anything else?"

She looks down...and blinks.

Cayenne. Chili pepper. And a famously complex spice that the Free Folk are known to use in their marinades. She has always wanted to try it, but it is damned near impossible to find south of the Wall. As far as she knows, they don't even export it to Essos. She reaches for the spices hesitantly.

"Thank you. That's what I was looking for." Despite the lack of gloves, the young man's hands are warm. That seems unfair. "Why would they put the spices that high? It's very rude."

"Owner's a rude bastard," the young man admits. "But he's alright most days."

"Well, he should keep the spices lower," Daenerys replies, tucking the spices into the little basket hooked beneath her arm. "You can't make a decent chili with just hopes and dreams or whatever the hell you all make chili with here."

"Aye, probably not." His answering smile is almost abashed. "But I think whatever you're about to make will be illegal in five out of the seven regions. Hope it turns out well."

He turns to leave. Daenerys looks down at the spices in her basket. Then she looks up at the high shelf. Then she looks back down at the spices in her basket.

"Do you want to see for yourself?" When he turns back to her to give her a quizzical look, she almost curses. But she steels herself and gestures at her basket. "I happen to know I make a very good chili and I might just be making enough to last through this godsforsaken storm you all call normal."

"This?" The smile turns crooked on the man's face. "I grew up in Winterfell. This is nothing."

Right. He is insane. She sniffs.

"Then you'll need it more than most. You've already clearly lost half of your mind. I mean, where is your scarf?"

He seems to notice for the first time that he's not wearing a scarf...or gloves or a hat or a coat or even boots. Ridiculous. What is wrong with northerners?

"That's a very southern thing to say."

"Well, I'm right."

The young man watches her for a moment longer before he finally shakes his head.

"I'm Jon."

"Daenerys." She crosses her arms as best as she is able despite her basket. "So are you going to come over and eat this chili and realize you live in a frozen wasteland and that I'm right?"

"Not sure if I have a choice..." Her glare cuts him. His smile is almost self-conscious now. "Alright. I'll take you up on that."

He really is rather handsome. Too bad he has no sense of weather self-preservation.

"Good."

[eeveelikessoda]

The Ink Demonth Day 24: Obsession

“Yes…yes, my lord…he will set us free…”

Oooh this one is angsty. At this point in the AU, Sammy has completely lost it. Poor guy needs a snickers.

[ghosts-in-season]

oops finger slipped

[design of protag belongs to ( @wordsofthespirits ask blog) !! alt version w/o text below cut]

[thehamwizard]

Fanart of Maia Starchild on twitch.tv!

She's a cute vtuber with an comic about aliens, check her out.

[bvannn]

I saw this girl in my dream this morning. Normally I hate dreams because I find the concept scary, but she was really nice. I wonder if she's real

[nishmonkey]

I’m always so exhausted after an episode but because I’m so amped up, even when it’s 3:30 in the morning, I straight up just can’t sleep

BECAUSE WHAT DO YOU MEAN I’LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU I JUST DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT?????

[genderstarbucks]

People need to realize that reposting flags (especially on Pinterest, that website is a shithole) without credit IS theft

Flags are a form of art, you wouldn't repost someone's artwork without credit, would you? (if the answer is yes you would then you're an asshole)

I'm tired of you people reposting my shit without credit, I don't put watermarks on my flags because I want people to be able to use them for personal use

I see my shit all over Pinterest all the time, and almost NO ONE credits me

I can't ask these people to credit me either because almost everyone blocks me

Like what do you people gain from reposting my flags without credit?

I already repost all my flags onto my own account, there is no need to repost my flags without credit

I don't care if you repost my flags, I just want credit for MY hard work

[aalien-s]

Concepts and notes for my very own tmnt iteration :D

Close ups under cut

[creative-cartoon]

I wanted some math dividers for a stimboard I’m making and I thought of a really funny pun. f2u + edit no credit required

[wrensbrainrot]

I wanted a TMNT challenge thing that wasn't specifically an art challenge or focused on a specific version of TMNT, so I made one! Artists are free to use this as an art challenge if they want of course, that'd be awesome! But I wanted to make something that would encourage non-artists (like myself) to have some fun and share their love too!