Smorgasbord of Awesomeness

Sakura is literally the living embodiment of a girl who KNOWS FROM THE BEGINNING that this nigga ain’t shit. Gon chase him for YEARS, knowing damn well he don’t want you. Meanwhile got a SQUAD of niggas ready to risk it all for her who she ignores because she head over heels over a nigga that don’t want shit to do with her, ANDDDD tried to kill her. This nigga tried to stab her. Then she tried to lie to my nigga naruto talmbout she loved him and he slapped her cause he was tired of her shit. Then she has a child by this same aint shit nigga and thought he was gunna stay around ?

By restoring his clan, he talkin bout the reputation and the position of power they had within the village.

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Colored sketch commission for Lissy (lissyth92 on twitter) I rarely got any orders with backgrounds so I really had fun working on this :D

Two or so years ago I posted abt wanting an IR hunger games au

and since u really gotta do everything urself in this fandom…. i’m here with an IR hunger games au

For ichirukimonth 2019 day 1: competition! 

The competition of death 

“This was my father,” Jon said.

Daenerys looked at the statue. There he stood, the former Lord of Winterfell. The name Eddard Stark carried little meaning in the Free Cities where she grew up, but here men spoke of him with admiration. His death had set something aflame within every Northerner, that much she knew. She could see it in Jon’s eyes too in the way he gazed upon the stone mason’s work. A silent esteem seemed to linger in the air.

“This is your father,” Daenerys corrected him. “His death did not kill your relation.”

“He was an honourable man,” Jon said, not breaking eye contact with the carved face. “Some say that was his downfall. Honour.”

“It’s a peculiar world we live in when men are blamed for their integrity,” Daenerys said. She couldn’t help a slight scowl from appearing on her face. “Tyrion and Varys have both counselled me on the so called game that is played in King’s Landing. I say it is a game of masks. The whole royal family might as well be a masquerade the way they shed their clothes and change their person. And yet,” she sighed, pausing as if remembering something painful, “it is the same game that is played in any city where coin not courage rules.”

Jon’s gaze flickered from the statue to Daenerys as she spoke. To a stranger she perhaps looked soft, he realised, as she stood in the crypts in her silky gown, the colour as pale as her skin. But her words were powerful, like a smith striking metal. They seemed to echo in the long hallway.

“You want things to be different,” he said, “I know this.”

“I tire of games,” she said. “Games entertain the few whilst creating chaos for the many. I have seen it myself first hand.”

“Perhaps it is human nature,” Jon pondered, “if it reigns even outside the Seven Kingdoms.”

“Nothing is human nature but what humans make.” Daenerys’ head snapped to the side as she stared right into Jon’s eyes. “What do you intent on making, my Lord, once this is over?”

There it was again, those words of power. When he invited her to join him in the crypts, he had planned on leading the conversation. But when she spoke, something in him quieted, and he listened with his heart, unable to dominate the situation. His heart always wanted more.

“We have barely won the fight against the Night King,” Jon said, mulling over his words as he spoke them, “I have yet to consider what happens next.”

“You promised to join me in King’s Landing.”

“I hold my promises,” he said quickly, his brows raising slightly. “Surely you do not question my honour on this matter?”

“I do not, but you speak as if you have no future envisioned?” she queried, her head slightly cocked to the right. Her braids slipped down over her shoulders at the movement. “Forgive me, but all my life I have looked ahead. It has kept me going, knowing what I want to achieve. Whenever I felt hopeless, I thought; the world shall taste freedom. That was always my goal. To let the whole world breathe freely, and so I knew I could not fail.” She stepped closer to him, her hands slipping behind her back as she leaned in, her eyes inquisitive. “If not the future, what keeps you going, my Lord?”

Jon looked down into her eyes, and he felt his lips go dry. He reached out, placing a hand at her waist, and he pulled her in, forcing her to straighten up.

Her lips were inches from his. Their breaths slipped warmly across each other’s skin.

“Honour has always led me,” he spoke. “Alike my father, I wish only to lead a life of righteousness. You speak of games, and I know these games. They do not only play out where people have coin, but also where people seek power. In the Night’s Watch, I faced this truth myself.” He slipped his hand from her waist to her hands, still behind her, and he grabbed her wrist, then her palm, led her fingers to his chest.

Beneath the fabric of his shirt, her fingertips followed thickened scars. There we many, she noted, more than she wished to count. She had seen them before, on the boat. Her eyes had followed each of them as he was atop her, the moonlight cascading in through the window, illuminating his frame. She had wished to ask, but dared not.

Now, she pressed her palm flat to his chest before leaning in to briefly kiss the fabric. “My Lord,” she whispered, and she felt as his Adam’s apple slightly jumped as he swallowed. She glanced up at him again. “Are you saying honour led you to me?”

“I made a promise.” Jon’s fingers slipped beneath her palm, intertwined with hers. He felt the softness of her hand against his own rough knuckles. “I will bring you to King’s Landing. I will fight by your side for the throne. I did not bring you here to say otherwise.”

“Then do tell,” Daenerys said, her voice barely a whisper. “Why did you bring me here?”

“There was a moment during the battle when I feared the sun should not rise again.” At his words, Daenerys’ hold on his hand tightened, as if she wanted to assure him that everything was okay.

“You feared your death,” she said.

“I never feared my death. It is inevitable,” Jon spoke. “I feared yours.”

Daenerys’ lips deepened into a smile. “My Lord, one way or another, one day or another, even my death is inevitable too. We are but humans.”

“This is true, but I made a promise,” Jon said. He let go of her hand as he took a step back, and Daenerys felt the warmth leave her and the cold take up the space between them.

How she longed to step back close to him, feel his arms wrap around her, feel her skin to his. “My Lord?” she said confused.

“Before my father and all of the Starks before him,” Jon said, his hands disappearing behind his back as he withdrew something, “I wish to honour my promise.” Jon lowered, one leg bent, his other knee firmly on the floor as he knelt before her. “The promise of making you my Queen.”

In front of him, he held a crown. It was no crown of value which could cause rich men to gather, for there was no gold and no silver to be seen, no valued stones intricately fastened in metal. Instead, thin branches formed a frame, and around them wrapped blue winter roses, delicate as snow.

Daenerys’ lips parted in a gasp. “My Lord,” she said, but she could say no more as her throat tightened. The cold from before had once again disappeared, and she felt only warmth as Jon rose.

Under the watchful eyes of the Lords of Winterfell all around them, Jon placed the crown upon her head, slipped his hands to her cheeks, and pulled her in for a kiss.

She was warm and soft, and on his tongue he tasted her - sweet like mead. “My Queen,” he said as they parted, just barely, his words spoken mostly to her lips, “should I not live to see you crowned, let this moment be as true to you as a rightful coronation.”

Daenerys reached around him, her fingers clinging onto his shirt, his cloak, anything she could reach as she pressed herself closer. She wanted more, she realised, feeling no shame at this truth. She wanted more of him, she wanted all of him. “My Lord,” she whispered, “I don’t want you to speak of death. There shall be none if I have my way.” She pushed her fingers through his black locks. “Death is inevitable,” she agreed with his earlier statement, “so it shall be. You shall die but of old age. That is my sentence as Queen. You shall die of old age in our bed. That is to be your future.”

Jon laughed, and Daenerys smiled with him, her fingers slipping from his hair to his back, pushing up his shirt to feel his skin. Her tips tickled down alongside his spine. “You put a curse on me,” he teased, his own hands grabbing a hold of her thin dress, pulling at it, feeling it first stretch and then tighten around her frame.

“I curse you to a boring life by my side. A life where no one shall want for nothing.”

“By your side?” he repeated, his eyes drawing down across her body before meeting her eyes. “You truly curse me.” With that, his hands slipped beneath her buttocks and before she knew of it he pulled her up.

Daenerys squealed as he pulled her in, her legs wrapping around him as his arms held her safe. “My Lord!”

“If I shall die of old age in our bed,” he smiled, watching her eyes filled with fire, causing his whole body to tingle with excitement, “then let me have a taste and see how I’ll like it.”

As he carried her through the crypts and up the stairs, her crown dropping blue petals behind them, it almost felt like a real coronation, he thought. Watched by the most honourable of all men in the Seven Kingdoms.

- - -

Ironically from people who’s lifestyle is based with the intention of stopping “cruelty to animals.”

It is important to understand, especially in the age of social media that- 

#1 Just because someone “loves” animals that doesn’t mean they understand them. Education and admiration are not equally important aspects to animal ownership. Even the most rudimentary understanding of how different animal diets function would make this an unthinkable idea. 

#2 Veganism is very much, for some people, a dietary choice independent of how they feel about the care of animals. There are many people on the internet and other media falsely promoting incorrect data about the dietary needs of animals and humans to either sell their products or gain media attention. Only peer reviewed scientifically preformed studies from an accredited establishment should be considered when doing research. 

#3 If you can’t handle killing animals for your diet, then you should not own a pet who’s body DEMANDS they kill animals for theirs. Wild predators kill wild prey and no amount of squeamishness is going to change that reality. 

An individual can make whatever dietary choices they decide pets have no choice in the matter, they are entirely dependent on us. Forcing them to eat a regiment they cannot survive on is as cruel as it is absurd. If you love your  pets, feed them what they need to live or don’t keep pets. 

Cats cannot, fundamentally, without exception, in any circumstance, from now until the catastrophic heat-death of the universe, survive on a vegan diet.

  Cats are what are called “Obligate carnivores”  meaning that their digestive system is ONLY capable of digesting meat/animal product. All animals have a specific gut, gut bacteria, intestines, metabolism, endocrine system, and excretion system evolved for their diet, and in certain animals, like humans that can diet vary widely. It’s true that some animals we think of as completely herbivorous ie- deer, squirrels, hippos, can stray out of that diet and eat meat/bones as a dietary supplement but some specialists like felines don’t have that option. Cats not only can’t live without the proteins created by animals they completely lack the gastric capacity to digest plant material. 

  I’m not sure what your background is but I find it unsettlingly ironic to call people “Un-scientific idiots” when presented the science of animal diets. It is true however that this article is not proof cats can’t live on the current available vegan suggestions to their natural diet but it was also never presented as such. The proof is the thousands of biologists who have studied this. It is also not impossible -despite my hyperbolic introduction to this reply, that some day we WILL find a way to keep cats on a non-animal based diet but for now there exist no alternatives that are humane to felids. 

  The fundamental reason however that “vegan cats” cannot be a thing currently is that it is astonishingly cruel to force an animal to eat a diet that harms it or inhibits it’s vital functions like a vegan diet does to cats. If someone does not want to feed their cat meat, the only current humane alternative is to not have a cat. Period. No one’s lifestyle is worth torturing an animal to death from starvation. If you are thinking about putting your cat on a vegan diet, understand it will, without question, suffer a slow death and it will hurt the entire time. 

Do not do this. 

You cannot claim to love something and then turn around and torture it to death. Those two things are incompatible. I hope you are capable of understanding that. 

Cats are obligate carnivores. Cats need meat. You, on the other hand, don’t need a cat. If you must have an animal that only eats vegetables, get a rabbit or guinea pig. 

 "Welcome aboard the Revenge.“

Happy belated Richonniversary, pals!  My friend @lovedmoviesb & I collaborated on this fun swashbuckling adventure which was meant to be posted last week but unless you’re new around here, y’all know I’m never on time. 

I AM SO FUCKING SOFT AGGGHHH (HE CALLED HER SLOWPOKE AHHH💖💖) these two will be the end of me

CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT HOW SOFTLY HE LOOKS AT HER AND HOW SHE JUSt,,,

And the first thing she does is notice him upon waking up and asking where he got hurt akshalak

My fuckin mind is wilding

become hotter than this