#it made me happy

[add1ctedt0you]

The love was there. [text]

[madaqueue]

hey um :3 where do you hold your love?

in your heart

you hold your love in your heart. love is intrinsic, inevitable, love is the beating core of everything; love is also hard to talk about. your love comes out with more rareness, mostly shows up for the big things in a big way- this doesn't mean it doesn't beat for the small stuff, you feel it all, in fact you feel it more intensely than most which is why it's so hard to get out. you hold your love inside you because it matters, it might be the only thing that does.

[heretherebedork]

A smiling kiss surrounded by photos, pink, hearts and fairy lights. @absolutebl and @respectthepetty instantly popped into my head in this and I love it so much. Old school tropes and colors are here to stay.

[lovingdelusionalwriting]

Every time i feel good about my own crochet projects, I scroll through the crochet tag on tumblr. I still feel good. We are all crocheting at our own pace, and envy is the thief of joy

[oncewhenalongtimeago]

Hello I literally love ur writing style SO much, been binge reading all your httyd stuff and having a blast!!! Ty for being awesome, ur updates always make my day :3

The Jealous One pt 5

Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Fem!Reader

Words: 1848

The Great Hall is always a nice place to frequent when one’s seeking companionship. You are, however, not doing that.

Tags: fem!reader, silly, ambiguous timeline, Snotlout Jorgenson, Ruffnut and Tuffnut Thorston, Jealous!Hiccup, Post RoB/DoB, Pre-RTTE

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You spoke and acted suddenly with Hiccup and with a wrongness that had made you uneasy for days to follow.

Acting out with Snotlout and the Twins had gone against a lot of your do-good lay-low-and-miserable instincts, which made you momentarily numb to them, in a way. 

When you were caught up with them, too busy to think, you ended up doing things in ways you definitely wouldn't have had you been thinking normally. The joy always ended up outweighing any other feelings you might have had on what you did later, but now it was a little different.

You feigned normal, but also you avoided Hiccup a lot, so you weren’t sure how you ended up here.

“-I don’t think that does anything for most dragons,” Fishlegs looked down at Ruffnut, some of his general nervous demeanor melting away in favor of minor exhaustion at her relentless questioning, maybe catching on some, “There are some, but…”

Snotlout was off on the other side of the Hall. Be it far below him to serve. However, he’d lost a very minor bet so he had to go get you guys dinner for the next five weeks.

You weren’t quite sure where Ruffnut was. Busy, probably. 

You sighed, slightly rotating the mug you had in hand, slumping down on a nearby bench, giving the off-put Viking a rest. That wasn’t your intention, to put him off, anyways.

Tuffnut chuckled to himself, before dropping down on the opposite bench, cradling Macey over his shoulder.

Fishlegs stood watching you for a moment, before perking up slightly. 

You turned your attention away from him, choosing instead to lay your head over your arms on the table. You didn’t care to register anything past that, even as Fishlegs began silent conversation with a new party, someone you barely sensed joined him through the loud hustle and bustle of the hall.

It took a while, but eventually you heard a familiar holler, followed by an exhausted declarative, “Food’s here.”

You lifted your head genially to reveal Snotlout, with a set of four plates balanced on his arm, one balanced between the horns of his helmet. Ruffnut followed closely behind, laughing at him.

“Snotlout!” You cheered.

Ruffnut poked his middle, causing him to nearly fumble your food as he balanced angrily past moving gaggles of Vikings. 

“Hey!” He snapped, “Watch it!”

She cackled as a group of running children, followed by Gustav, nearly ran him over.

“Oh, wow,” Came a voice from your left, “Never thought I’d see him do that.”

Your head jerked to reveal Hiccup, standing above you, watching Snotlout with mild amusement, though there was something stiff about him which you thought was very well deserved.

“That’s for sure,” Said Astrid with casualty, revealing herself from behind a set of women carrying two full plates of chicken to one of the larger tables, where clans preferred to sit together.

You grimaced slightly and turned away, leaning back against the meal table behind you, elbows propped against wood. 

Then cringed as they eyed each other with mild apprehensiveness from opposite sides of the table, then rolled your eyes and scooted away slightly as you spotted Snotlout, who had finally made his way over, Ruffnut dropping a roll of thick, hastily carved spoons on the surface. 

You cringed as they clattered across wood, picking one up and rubbing it with your sleeve.  

“You have to get your own food,” Snotlout scoffed at the two plus Fishlegs as he finished unloading plates onto the table. 

“Thanks, Snot,” You batted your lashes at him falsely as he gagged, ignoring the odd, caught-off guard look from Hiccup as you glanced back.

You fought the urge to gnash your teeth at him.

“But…” Fishlegs started, staring at the plate that had once previously been on top of his head. But you knew he’d have no luck. As always, Snotlout managed to negotiate himself an extra bit of food on top of his already loaded plate.

You noticed, with glee, that your plate was loaded with a little extra stew than normal. Something Plegma usually only did for the Riders.

“Nice,” You said, somewhat pleased, lifting your brows slightly and grinning from ear-to-ear, slouching back further against the table before taking a small bite.

“Food could be better,” You said snippishly, as you nudged the stew around your bowl with a spoon, resting your mug against the table and tugging it towards you with your other hand.

“Ugh,” Ruffnut rolled her eyes.

“Stick-in-the-mud,” Snotlout agreed, though not with cheer, looking at Tuffnut with a sneer as he scratched himself in the armpit.

You blew a raspberry at them, before frowning.

Maybe you had been grumpy. 

You glared at Hiccup from the corner of your eye, a move that might look coy on someone else, though you personally just felt a little bit queasy, as if a horde of bugs had started buzzing up and down your intestines, angry as you.

What had happened- you weren’t sure it was even an argument -maybe it was- but you could have gotten over it, maybe. Going over it with Tuffnut, though, had broken something in you that you hadn’t realized you’d been building back up hanging out with one half of the Riders.

You sighed shakingly, as you finished another swallow, bringing your mug down genially. It settled on to the table by your side with a simple clack, before pushing off against the table, swinging your legs over the side.

You felt the tension in your chest release as you moved across the hall, not expecting anyone to follow.

You weaved through the throng of the Great Hall clumsily, though not without experience. One hand held your elbow, the other the handle on your mug.

Your goal was, of course, to refill your cup, though that also had the slight upside of taking you away from the Riders.

You’d gotten sick of watching them all talk together, and to be honest, you were feeling a little out of place.

People milled by, momentary, uninterested onlookers to your conversation, by the side of a lunch table; a sturdy, tall woman with red hair piled up into a huge knot, a man in a helmet with four horns knocking people aside with his elbows, large trays in hand.

A lady with a shawl passed by, covered in the skulls of small animals swept by, nearly knocking you in the head with a wooden tray, speaking loudly to someone on her other side.

Looking back, you couldn’t help thinking about how you would have loved this if you’d been just a few years younger.

Sure, you were only friends with a few of them, but-even if you weren’t at the forefront of the crowd, you always imagined you’d feel like the girl of the hour. Maybe it would have been better because of it. Sure, you were living on a small rock island in the middle of nowhere, constantly showered on by torrents of hellfire and bloodshed, but you had Hiccup.

The Riders were his dream, so being ditched felt like he was telling you to kick rocks. Like he wanted you to feel miserable. Deep down thought, you’d wanted his dream- You’d wanted to be there too.

You’d had Hiccup in those daydreams, those dreams within dreams, casual and there and real enough like goats milk on skin, like falling asleep with hands carding through your hair after a long day.

You were incensed. You wanted to cry and yell, but you also felt terrible. The feeling built high in your stomach.

You wondered if anyone else took notice. 

You had never quite spent time with all of the Riders at once, and were quite adverse to the idea. The more you thought about it, the more you were even less inclined to stay than before.

You paused at the brush of a palm over your shoulder, loose and without any sort of grip, yet feeling enough for you to take notice, stopping suddenly. 

The hairs on the back of your neck stood. If you’d had hackles, they would have been raised.

“Hey, wait, where are you going?” It was a bit difficult to hear over the rabble, the crowd around you built up by voices much stronger than his or yours with personality and enthusiasm, yet you were able to make it out, a voice you knew by heart all the same.

Hiccup.

You turned and reached behind you, feeling the edge of a table bump into your rear. You leaned against it, racing your hand down slightly behind you to brace and dust over its surface.

The grain of the table was lumpy under your fingers yet smoothes by years of use and the grazing passes of many other hands.

“Why do you care?” You grumbled, arms falling loosely from their cross. You were nearly surprised when he heard you after.

“Why do I care?” Hiccup shook his head, “...What’s going on?”

You nearly missed the last bit, his voice nearly drowned out by the shout of someone two tables over. It was quite difficult to hold up an argument in the middle of a crowd, it seemed.

“Nothing,” You said, in lieu of an explanation, irritation spiking in your gut.

“It’s not.”

At that moment, the large arm of a blonde man nearly pushed him onto the table aside.

You fought down the urge to smile, looking down and feeling pretty malicious.

On the floor, you were greeted by a half-eaten leg of meat lay bitten into and discarded a few lengths away from you, a puddle of what was either stew or something you didn’t want to think about just further ahead.

You grimaced and scuffed a single loose boot toe into the Great Hall stone, annoyed, not surprised at all when it slid smoothly against the surface.

“What are you getting at?” You asked antagonistically. You felt stupid, dancing around him, mostly because you didn’t want to be talking to him at all. 

Was it arrogant for you to want to get away? Was this conversation penance, punishment for your earlier outburst?

You couldn’t help but wax poetically about it in your head.

“What am I-?” That seemed to do it -tick him off, that is.

“I can’t really read that mind of yours, genius.”

“Maybe if you stopped spending so much time with Snotlout-” Hiccup stepped forwards.

You snapped, gritting your teeth and stepping closer, feeling your nails dig into your palms through the fabric of your skirts, clutched in your hands,  “What’s your deal been?! I’m friends with Snotlout. What’s the big deal?!”

“I-...” He started, looking frustrated, though his eyes darted to the side slightly, “I just-”

“Gods,” You grit your jaw, bringing your hands to your head, not flinching when a few drops of mead spilled out the other end of your mug.

You didn’t show it, but you felt terrible. 

You hated the way his brows tilted, the momentary expression of grief on his face- yet you just wanted him to leave you alone.

[kantbeloved]

what are the other 11 points on your marriage hints list tho 🤭

hello! 🧡 first of all thank you so much for the message! i'm happy to show you all the points i have written down so far including the one you have seen already with a bit more explanation let me warn you that some of them may be silly or a far reach, i'm aware of that but still wanted to add them so i have them all gathered and it will be easier to look at the "big picture" tbh i think a lot of these on its own wouldn't mean much but if you put them together like this i feel like the message couldn't be clearer: Kantbison AND Fadelstyle marriage is bound to happen! 🙂‍↕️💍

without further ado, lets get started 💨

"The Taming of the Shrew" ends with both couples married and THK is after all an adaption of it (a loose one yes, but still) and P'Jojo was so happy to make use of his english literature knowledge for this

Kant calling Fadel "Brother-In-Law"  once back in episode 5 where it was mistranslated in the subs (i think this time it was definitely mostly to tease fadel)

(cr: https://twitter.com/mileSmile__/status/1869409529139786009) and during episode 9 (where i think hes definitely more serious about it and this time Bison is also there to hear it and react to it hehe)

Kant calling Bison "househusband" also happened in episode 9:

"Such a mad marriage never was before" on the books happened at least twice on two different Shakespeares books Babe was reading first picture from episode 1 and the second from episode 6

Styles fake choking scene where he asks Fadel if he wants to marry him with ring! he came prepared

The upcoming scene of Kant on his knees even if its not a proposal per se (and i actually think it likely isn't) its still symbolic for one

Fadelstyles make up scene in episode 6 which has a pun about marrying post and explanation below by @airenyah who is the only one i have seen point it out and talk about it which i'm very thankful for 💛

Ring on Bisons right ring finger shown multiple times (sometimes on its own, sometimes together with other rings) but i think one of the most important and beautiful scenes with it is the northern lights scene in episode 6:

Style officiating JimmyPopcorns marriage also the preperation of it all with which Fadel surely helped as well

Khaotung saying the ending is something they have never done before which could mean a lot of things but is at least potentially about marriage (sadly i don't have a source of this, if someone else has it i would be very thankful if you could share)

That picture of the fancy table similar to above it could be for a wedding but it could be used for a lot of other things too

Rings worn by Khaotung on his right and left ring finger during THK EP1 event 🆕 (not a new moment but new addition to the list) Wether a wedding ring is worn on the left or right finger depends on country and culture. Based on what I have read Thailand leans towards wearing it on the left finger (but please correct me if i'm wrong). Now in the series Bison often wears rings on his right hand (either just on his ring finger or both ring finger and index finger) which i think might also be reflected by Khaotung wearing two rings on his right hand in the below picture. But I don't think I have ever seen Bison wear a ring on his left hand before (outside of fitting pics), especially not on his ring finger so if the other rings on Khaotung right hand are inspired by Bison, then the ring on the left hand might be too. Which is to say that I believe the left hand ring could be Bisons future wedding ring. I think it also has a cross on it (my best guess) which we know by now fits Bison perfectly. 🖐💍

(credit: https://x.com/ktmwsnw/status/1874743229419253911)

thats it so far! i hope it didn't disappoint and i am always happy to hear your or others thoughts about it, also always thankful about corrections or additions :)

[almakrowan]

Drawing this made me happy 💕🍂

[fauxfabgator]

Usagi yojimbo……

Save me Usagi Yojimbo….

[autumn-foxfire]

Yesterday was a pretty sad day for me. It was the anniversary of my brother's death and we celebrated his life with his favourite meal as we talked about him to keep his memory alive.

One of my strongest memories of my brother is playing video games with him. I loved to watch him play too.

So after the meal had finished I went on my laptop to play a game. Maybe a bit morbid considering the day it was but I decided to play Phasmophobia, a ghost hunting game. I know if he was live he would have so much fun playing with us together.

And the first ghost I encountered had the same first name as my brother.

It was like even beyond the grave, he wanted to play a game with me once again. It's funny how life works.

[twinklerei]

The new stephcass hallucination gave me will to live

[skrunksthatwunk]

i made another one!!

it's like. my comfort media in reverse chronological order. so the stuff at the end is baby skrunks stuff and the first items are more recent

[ojbrush]

Havent drawn alot recently but heres some art i made for art class ^_^

I hate coloring on paper but i did it sooo!

[thebrokenmechanicalpencil]

Warmth

(@quibble-auk I took your advice, have fluff. The twins and comet just being together, mentions of cannibalism but with Com that's..Well that's a given. Maybe this isn't too out of character for them.)

Sunstreaker couldn't move.

Neither could Sideswipe.

Both were utterly and completely trapped.

Sunstreaker winced at the ache in his neck, which had been only steadily growing since he reactivated. Sideswipe was however, in far worse straits. The creature who held them captive had latched onto his arm, making it so the mech couldn't even let his limb relax. Stretched at an odd angle, Sideswipe could only stare up at the ceiling, even moving his helm would disturb his captor. They needed to get up though. Neither of them had any of their armor prepped, refueled, or even stretched. That along with needing to get checked out with a medic before the fight, that they were supposed to have already gotten up and done the aforementioned to prepare for. As the minutes had ticked by, they got closer and closer to being late. So as a calculated risk, slowly Sunstreaker tried another time to extract himself from under the small weight planted on his chest. Warnings went off as the little thing grunted softly at the movement. ‘Quit! You're gonna wake him!’ Over the bond Sideswipe almost jabbed his twin with the thought, ‘We have to get ready Sides,’ Sunstreaker glared past Comet’s helm. ‘He’ll have to fraggin get up when-’ the line of thought halted as their small charge snuggled closer to Sunstreaker’s chest, which was at the moment free of its heavy plating and warm with the hum of his spark. Comet always liked laying there because of it. Neither moved as the youngest sighed deeply. Another minute slipped past. Sideswipe sent a shove over the bond, ‘Which one would you rather deal with? Waking him up, or dealing with a pissed off medic?’ Was it bad that Sunstreaker had to actually think about it? If he had to be honest we would rather stay cooped up with his small family in their berthroom all day, the medics could shove it. Realistically however, he knew that would probably get all of them in severe trouble. Tied to a post type of trouble. Sideswipe sighed, catching wind of Sunstreaker’s train of thought. But neither of the gladiators moved to shake off their sleeping third. 

Sideswipe crimped up and held hostage, noticed that his inner workings didn't even flare at the thought of a brawl, if anything he felt himself stiffen in dislike.  Even so, both exchanged knowing looks, their internal clocks letting them know they had to get up, now.  With much internal debate, Sideswipe was elected to pull away from the warmth first. Gently he moved his arm out from under Comet’s small claws. He winced when the said organic clung on with a sleepy growl. Sideswipe felt his spark purr at the sight of the sleepy youngling however. Them discovering how long it took the little organic to wake up had led to plenty of mornings inwardly cooing over his slow dopey chirps. This time however they had no time to enjoy his overly sweet disposition.  “Cmon coms, you gotta get up.” Sideswipe immediately missed the soft warmth of his charge as the little thing growled and flopped back onto his golden twin, who to his own credit did not show he was enjoying the creature’s tired antics. “Sunny isn’t gonna save you, cmon.” As Sideswipe relished in the ability to move his shoulder, Sunstreaker slowly sat up. Comet slid a little ways down into his lap, letting out a tired yawn. “Nuhh.” His fangs flashed in the light as Sideswipe got up. The golden twin however took a moment to nuzzle his younger brother, his large armored helm gently butting the youngest. Who was lazily trying to curl back up that very moment, “Don't start Com.” Sunstreaker forced himself to start to stand. Comet was left on the berth growling testily as both twins readied their armor. A little faster than normal they went about the routine, both helping each other with the catches and making sure the plating sat properly. Comet rubbed his eyes and yawned again, just as both mechs finished.

They exchanged glances when the little green mech scowled at them both. Still obviously sleepy. Sunstreaker muffled a chuckle as he went over his armor one final time for scratches. Behind him Sideswipe started to poke at Comet forcing him off the berth. Comet landed softly, shaking himself off and stretching his back with a groan. With both twins ready and Comet finally acting like a living thing, they slipped out the door. 

It didn't take long for Comet to perk up, the smells of the inner workings of the pits always put him on edge. He slowly began to look around and huff at the passersby as the trio made its way to the energon dispenser. Tucked in a large room and filled to the brim with Gladiators preparing themselves for a day in the arena. Some glanced and glared as the boys passed by, but most went about their business not caring about them. Once Comet would receive snarls and plenty of barbs, but now with his own status and being with the twins firmly secured, he was met with no animosity. Comet however still didn't enjoy the refueling hall.

Now fully awake, Comet was stiff and kept himself firmly between the twins. Neither of his brothers gave him more than a glance however. Weakness wasn’t tolerated in the pits of Kaon, neither brother would risk a comforting gesture with so many in the vicinity. Though with Comets stature and overall build, weakness was once not far behind.

Comet eater was small, thin and gangly. He maybe reached his brother’s stomachs, who were already on the small side for the arena’s rack of gladiators. In the ring however he had settled himself for a title. Comet, while exceedingly small, was associated with the terms “Blood thirsty” “Barbaric” and one that hit almost too close to home,“Spark hungry.” No one would forget Comet’s stunt of swallowing Trench’s spark. Many thought the young mech was an escaped experiment, a cannibalistic malfunction. Around the rumor mill he had gone. No one however even guessed he was just a child with odd eating habits. Said child wrinkled his faceplate at the smell of the energon within the twin’s cubes. “That stuff smells awful.” Sideswipe allowed himself to smirk down at the youngling, now in a more private part of the hall they were all a little more relaxed. Sunstreaker rolled his optics as he sat down beside them, “You always gotta fraggin complain don't you?” The mech said it with an amused tilt. “Like you have any room Sunny, you're the one who picks through paint colors complaining for almost an hour every time you get a fraggin scratch!” The tired grumpiness had shoved its way in it seemed. Sunstreaker only smirked as Sideswipe surveyed the hall hiding his laughter.

“It takes a lot to look this good, unlike you, people will notice if I look like a wreck.”

[therelentless]

ooc;; i actually appreciate this silly show dropping important information and never elaborating on it, because now it's mine and i can do whatever i want with it.

[propertyofkylar]

and im gonba have more soup soon. happiness

[p4rty4nim4l]

photo from Wendsday when he was leaning on me lol •^_^•