on Book 4
Cutting to the chase I am doing a project for my art class that requires me to do a piece that is 60ftx1ft long.
60 feet is a HUGE size.
Long story short, I need your URLs, and if you reblog/like this post I will write your URL down on my piece.
I NEED 60 FEET OF URLS AND I HAVE SMALL HANDWRITING. PLEASE REBLOG FOR ONE REASON, AND ONE REASON ONLY:
this is actually the best reason ever
The game is on
faeblossom asked: I saw that you were taking drabble requests and I would love to request some hiccstrid, because the last one you wrote was so cute :)
This one took an unexpected turn on me! I think it’s pretty cute, though, I hope you do too!
Thanks for the prompt! :)
He slept curled up like a cat. Or a dragon.
And it was adorable. Absolutely adorable.
But it was irritating. Especially when she wanted to cuddle. Or it was cold.
So she was laying on her side, shivering with three blankets,glaring at her boyfriend, who was sleeping soundly.
And Odin knows he needed to sleep.
She tried to snuggle against him, but the only thing it managed to do was wake him up.
"Astrid?" He asked sleepily, opening his eyes. "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing," Astrid lied, pulling the blanket tighter around her.
"Liar," he told her, rubbing his eyes. His voice was coated with sleep. "Tell me."
She frowned. “I’m cold,”
He smiled. “Aw, you poor thing.”
"Hiccup, I’m serious." She pouted.
"Alright, come here."
Astrid cuddled against him, her head under his chin. He held her close to him. Very close.
"Yes," Astrid replied, closing her eyes.
"I wish you could stay here all the time."
"My mom would kill me," Astrid murmured. "I’m surprised she hasn’t yet."
He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. And she got the feeling he knew something she didn’t.
"What?" she demanded.
"Nothing, Milady, go to sleep."
And she was so tired, she didn’t try to argue. She fell asleep very quickly.
And Hiccup fell back to sleep soon after, hoping that the next day, the amazing woman in his arms would agree to marry him so that every night could be like this.
if you want to understand the psyche of our generation take a good look at the stories we tell ourselves about the future
because it isn’t flying cars or robot dogs, it’s faceless government surveillance and worldwide pandemics and militarized police brutality and the last dregs of humanity struggling to survive
our generation isn’t self-centered, or lazy, or whatever else they wanna say about us. we are young, and we are here, and we are deeply, deeply afraid.