#WOHHOO

[carsontumbleweed]

I know right like bone high? Whaaaaaatahahaha (quote from Topher bus)

Their son and then frida not really a redesign just like drawing her in a different outfit

I actually don't think tophers looking at van Gogh I think he's just looking off into the distance

#clone high #clone high fanart #clone high season 3 #topher bus #bleacher creatures #Clone high bleacher creatures #MORE OF THEM YOU GUYS MOREE #Clone high jackée #clone high ivan the terrible #clone high ivan #Clone high lizzie #Clone high vlad #WOHHOO #clone high frida #clone high frida kahlo #clone high van gogh

[wo1fish]

GUYS IM FINALLY DEVELOPING AN ARTSTYLE⁉️ (watermark from my 2nd acc)

#cry of fear #simon henriksson #art #fanart #team psykskallar #cof #digital art #illustration #cofaom #cry of fear fanart #ARTSTYLE WOHHOO #i live oat meal #i havea diff art that ill post tommorw #cry of fear simon

[fuzzypuppybuddie]

🎶SARALACATUMBRA SARALACATUMBA SARACATUMBA LA-LA-🎶

#🛸 #I XAN MAKE ANIMATIONS IN THIS WOHHOO!! #HAPP DANCE #sona

[arthur-liquor]

Birthday

#yayy wohhoo yay

[stedesbonnets]

did anyone ask for ed making sufganiyot?

December 18th—the first evening of Hanukkah—27 days after the promise

Speckles of flour and dough stuck to Ed's hands. His entire counter was washed with white as he kneaded the dough, folded it with the heel of his palms before it sunk past his fingers. Two bowls were discarded in the sink, and Ed momentarily shifted his focus from the dough to push the sleeve of his sweater further up his arm.

"Come on, work with me," he whispered at nothing, at the dough maybe, at the God he never quite believed it; it was his first time making sufganiyot in all of his years. His mother had, when he was younger, but once he had moved out of their old house, there was no need to. He just got some at the local bakery, if there was one close enough.

Ed carefully tore a handful of the dough, and shaped it into a ball in his hands. It rolled off the movements of his hands easily enough, which was a good sign. It didn't sink when he allowed it to rest, either. And it better fucking not, with all the measurements he had done. Satisfied, Ed rested the first rounded sphere of dough on a clean towel on the other side of the counter.

He scattered some more flour on his hands. The temperature in the height of December was challenging for the dough, but he made up for it with the air conditioning and the warmth of his hands.

Ed was in the middle of shaping the fourth ball of dough when a knock came from the door. It was probably Stede. "It's open," he called.

Stede's voice answered him soon enough. "Ed?" he called back, and Ed heard the rustling as he slipped off his shoes, and the metallic turn when he locked the door.

"In the kitchen, love," he said, setting another ball to rest on the towel, half turned in anticipation of Stede entering his periphery any second now. The little bit of cold that still managed to irritate the back of his mind was now gone.

Stede stepped into the kitchen, his face brightening up with a smile. He rushed to close the distance between him and Ed, peppering his lips with kisses as he held him. "Hi, darling," he smiled, so close Ed could see the speckles of green in his eyes, despite the lack of light from the outside.

"Hey love," Ed said, resting his forehead against him for a moment, since his hands were dirtied. "You alright? You looked a little bit worried coming in."

Stede withdrew from him. "How long was the door unlocked?"

Shit. Ed had meant to leave it open for Stede in case he would be caught in sufganiyot-making. He did not mean to leave it open for so long. "Half an hour maybe?"

Stede pouted at him. "Ed, that's dangerous!"

Ed couldn't but smile. The mixture of Stede being both worried and angry at him tinted his cheeks with pink, which he wanted to kiss. "Don't worry, hun, I got my swords and everything," he said, fully knowing it wasn't reassuring his safety to Stede at all.

If Stede was about to embark on a speech regarding how severely unsafe Ed had acted, he was stopped when his gaze finally met the counter, the small pile of dough left by Ed's hands, the row of carefully rolled circles on the other side. A smile lifted his face, and a glimmer rose to his eyes. "Oh, my darling, what are you making?"

"Sufganiyot," Ed said, and gestured towards the window sill where the hanukiah rested, two candles still burning. "It's the first evening of Hanukkah."

Stede's eyes shifted between the pile of dough as Ed tore another handful of it, to the window, and back to him again. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Ed spun the dough in his hands. "I told you to come over."

"You always tell me to come over! I'm always here, Ed!" Stede exclaimed, and a grin broke out on Ed's face.

"Stede, my love, I haven't properly celebrated in years. It was spontaneous, I swear. You haven't missed anything, if that's your concern," he glanced at him before setting another ball away.

"I missed lighting up the candles, that's special," he said, quietly this time, averting Ed's eyes, and Ed realized he might blame himself, for not looking into the holidays close enough, or for not asking Ed about them, which Ed couldn't allow.

He ran his hands one over the other, shaking off as much as he could of the flour and little remains of the dough before stepping closer to Stede, and nudging his shoulder until he looked at him. "Hey. If this means so much for you, you can come tomorrow, and we'll light the candles together, okay?"

"Okay," Stede nodded, and paused before he cradled Ed's face with his hands, and leaned to kiss him sweetly. Ed opened up for him, wishing he could hold him in return. He loathed seeing Stede upset, the memory of their embrace in the rain flashing in his mind like the lightning that had struck the sky in that moment, but this was good. This was them talking things through. Stede withdrew just enough to look into his eyes. "I just---want to be a part of this, if you want me to be."

Ed looked right back at him, smiling with his eyebrows furrowed, knowing that Stede knew what his exact answer would be. "Stede, I want you to be in every part of my life," he said. "Now, come on. I know you got like a million questions."

Stede laughed, the light returning to his eyes. "I do, actually. First one is how are you gonna bake them?" he stepped away from Ed just to take his side by the counter again, looking at the dough with such curiosity that dared to undo Ed.

"I'm gonna deep fry them," he said, and when Stede's head whipped to him, added, "we celebrate the fact that the jug of pure olive oil that should have been enough to light the Menorah for a single day lasted for eight by drowning food in ridiculous amounts of oil," he continued, and sound of Stede's laugh filled the air. "I'm gonna fill them with strawberry jam once they're fried. Maybe with chocolate too."

"Yes please," Stede said, then it was Ed's turn to laugh.

He chucked the balls of dough two by two into the saucepan, filled with an unholy amount of oil, sizzling from the scorch of the fire. The sufganiyot came out golden and beautiful, the outside crisp to the touch. Ed filled a syringe with jam and stuck it through the center of the surface, filling the sufganiya with jam almost to the point of bursting. Then, he handed the syringe to Stede.

Stede concentrated as he judged the angle. It was possible to pierce the sufganiya all the way through, albeit very hard, which was not his intention. When Ed saw him hesitating, he said, "come on, stick it in. God knows you're an expert in it by now."

Stede blinked in succession, visibly reddening. "Ed, please, I'm trying to be respectful," he said, half laughing.

"Stick it in! Stick it in!" Ed threw his arm over his shoulders as Stede tried to suppress his laugh, lowering his face into his hand.

Ed stuffed his face with the sufganiya as Stede took a much gentle first bite. "Oh, god," was the first thing he said, before tilting back in his chair, a moan echoing from his lips. "Ed this is scrumptious."

"Right?" Ed said, mouth half stuffed, and Stede answered him with a slight nod, eyes closed and fluttering as if in the throes of pleasure. Ed might have been the first man to discover that sufganiyot were aphrodisiac, but he shoved that thought for later as Stede murmured this is incredible. He thought another one in half. "Here, try the chocolate one."

They spent the rest of the evening cuddling on the couch, under the comfort of a soft, fuzzy blanket as snow fell outside, and Ed promised that tomorrow they would make another batch together for Stede to share with his crew.

#wohhoo!! second bonus scene!! #gold rush #our flag means death #edward teach #stede bonnet #blackstede #blackbonnet #gentlebeard

[parasitegee]

its waaay too hot to exist atm. been on a badly air-contioned train for 2 hours in uniform, 3 more hours to go. + bad wifi and nothing but soldiers aboard. kill me.

Edit: setting up a queue and I may be on on... if I have wifi and yknow not in drills

#🙃🫠 #23 days mandatory duty recall wohhoo #2 days freetime up front tho so coolcool

[studioboner]

ur art iz soso cute and pretty!! do you have any tipz for when working with watercolor(or paint in general)?

Sure!

Dont bother buying expensive materials if youre just starting, cheap or intermediate stuff is more than enough to start off and decide if you really like it and want to continue. Plus some mro expensive materials are harder to use if you dont have practice. I would never recommend a natural hair brush for a begginer watercolorist Those videos about essentials skills to have, or most common mistakes made CAN help, dont let them limit how you experiment with watercolors though, there are no rules. Those are usually tips given to make it easier to do a technic the most common way. You're free to try different paths Aim for an in-between level of "too easy, i can do this" and "too hard thats not on my skill yet". You have to find a middle ground to do it because that's what help keep people interested. If you only paint the very easy watercolor tutorials you see, theres a chance you'll grow bored and tired of it as it has become "too easy". Doesnt have to be every time of course, but it helps alot to not grow bored. It'll take a while to get used to watercolors, even if you know of many technics, practicing them and knowing how they will turn out by experience is another story. Don't feel bad if something didnt go the way you expected, you can always try the oppossite next time and see how that goes.

Copy Master's works, this doesnt have to be just dead masters, living ones too! Copying is a genuine good way of studying. As long as you dont claim them to be yours and give them proper credit, it's not plagiarism. It doesn't hurt to ask though, specially if the artist you are going to be copying to learn is not a big name. In my experience though the artists i've asked if i could copy to study tehir work they had been flattered that i'd want to do that. Theres no need to ask for some big name tho just credit lol, like for example doing watercolor studies of studio ghibli's storyboards..... that's a good one btw! their storyboards are pretty and have GOOD colors but still are super simple! Usually just one layer of paint, minimal wet in wet shading or glazing.

Share Your Works, i know specially for begginers this one can be scary to do, but i promise you that the number of fellow begginers who will feel encouraged by you posting is a great number. And experienced artists who are GOOD people would never look down on a begginer. Rather than "man they cant draw lol" it'll be a sentiment of "i remember when my skills were a similar level! i hope this new artists has a fun time with art :D" Sharing your works and getting feedback and building a small community with other artists or even some fans is a massive encouragement ! [it's not everything of course but it's nice to be appreciated] Uh mind you, this step might take a long while. i've been posting art for nearly 10 years and it took me maybe 8 or so years of posting for something of mine to get more than 70 notes or so. [70 notes is already alot tho! wohhoo!

#also thank youuuuuuuu sm

[groovyfandomhuman]

just a little self vent bc my day was shit

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Having a rough day and I woke up choosing murder, so I get to school and hope everything calms down. wrong. My senses overload in record breaking time, and all of my friends starts bugging me, but I don't want it seem like a jerk so I shove my irritatedness aside. we have gym and I almost catch every ball, but drop them instead, and I get my team out. I gave up in math because fuck it, who needs to know the area of a cylinder anyways.

in science, though, somehow Dylan Mulvaney comes up, and I have no clue who this person is, so I Google her. It turns out all of my classmates (save one) were being ridiulously transphobic and the teacher didn't care. One girl said "He's not a real woman and he's a biological man, so he didn't deserve the best woman of the year award" wohhoo my anger issues start acting up and I lose it, resulting in me telling my friends that I would like to be left alone and my friends getting upset.

it was 2nd to last period and my laptop started failing, but surprise, surprise, this is the day we actually need our laptops, so now I have an overwhelming amount of homework.

finally, last period comes, and I somehow quickly finish the three worksheets despite not knowing what the hell we're learning. I open my laptop and plug in my headphones to play music. I get through, what? 5 songs? before the principal barges in and says "Remember, no headphones or earbuds, they are banned from school grounds. an e-mail was sent out, and you should've known". music helps me forget the bad memories and emotions and so I'm hiding tears cause its been a shitty few days.

days over and I walk home in the rain.

[pastacat48]

some doodles wohhoo

#hws prussia #hetalia #hws hetalia #hetalia world stars #hws #hetalia art #hetalia fanart #nyo prumano #aph prussia #nyotalia #prumano #hws ropru #hws finland #hetavision #aph finland #hws latvia #aph latvia #hws india #aph india #hws belgium #aph belgium #hws romano #aph romano #aph south italy #hws south italy #prumano my beloved #nyo prussia is so fucken hot 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 #mein artwörk

[rotten-foolclown]

i GOT a fuckibg JOB BIT HES! wohhoo!

[anco-comrade]

wohhoo new beach fossils

#Youtube

[cheridraws]

#MY POWER…YESSYESYESYEYSUES #my rambles

[thoughtssssssssssss]

I’m so glad I made this decision and I can already see how it’s the best. Why? Well, if I were in school I realized that they would see me as a weakness. And I’m not weak, I’m strong and talented and creative. And if they cannot see that it’s their problem. Secondly, my confidence would have dropped more bc of it. They wouldn’t see me as productive and probably I shouldn’t care but it hurts when they are constantly in front of you and no one helps you…

Like how hard it was for you to correct me about a miss pronounced word? Like wooow. That shit hurt me real bad. It’s okay though I’m taking really good classes with amazing teachers and! It’s on cameraaaaaa!!! Wohhoo! Since I’m natural on camera it’s gonna be fun. ESP if the only thing that I need to improve is technic then that is easy as fuck. Empathy is not easy and imagination but I have those two the most. I’m ducking great at those two lmao. Im a star ⭐️ ehehe

[queijac]

pup for angellsprout @ artfight!! 

#draws #artfight #artfight2019 #WOHHOO

[toureroda]

Louis Tomlinson’s “We Made It,” Black Eyed Peas & J Balvin’s “RITMO,” Lindsey Stirling’s “The Upside (featuring Elle King),” and Zedd & Kehlani’s “Good Thing” are beginning to take flight at pop radio.

The four songs officially move into the Top 50 based on airplay in the November 10-16 tracking week.

Played 608 spins during the tracking period (+181), “We Made It” ranks as the Mediabase pop panel’s #46 song. It was #51 last week.

#wohhoo

[oldmanlenz]

The crackling of the fireplace was the cherry on top for such a wonderful night. For once, Christmas felt...different. It felt...normal.

For whom? For both. Though, this filthy old rat did not deserve it. But here he was. Old, less active, but still alive. Slender, wrinkly fingers wormed their way around the old man's love handles beneath his classic dark green sweater, his partner was barely awake, simply clinging to good ol' Billy for warmth. The man only seemed to flinch slightly at first in reaction to the feeling of the cold tips of the other's fingers, but quickly melted into it, letting out a satisfied grunt.

When was the last time he had even gotten a chance to celebrate Christmas? With someone he loved? He couldn't recall, so much time spent observing strangers from above the attic, hearing their cheerful laughs and gossips, the many times he'd wished to be down there, befriending everyone. But that was easier said than done. It used to infuriate him easily. 'Don't they understand how hard it is?' He would ask himself as he broke more furniture in that dusty attic, as he sneaked around the house in the middle of the night to serve himself some leftover Christmas dinner, as he stared over the sleeping owners of the house he had broken into, contemplating what he wanted to do.

It is...almost frightening to him to think back to those moments, sometimes he wasn't sure what to think of himself. He tried to brush away those thoughts, he grunted again, this time in a more displeased tone as he removed his glasses, lazily placing them on a table, bothering the other's slumber in the process for a brief moment, before they snuggled together again.

Putting aside all the racing thoughts in his mind that seemed to be constant, it was peaceful.

#wohhoo I'm alive !!!!!!!!! #i've been less and less active on here due to personal reasons and life in general #but alas #merry christmas folks!! and happy holidays #//it's cold out here...// lore #|👁| <it's me! #billy lenz #also once again leaving out mysterious clues about billy's 'partner' because I'm still unsure whether or not to reveal him since he's an oc