#my httyd stuff is so rusty

[jafndaegur]

Let Me Learn More

Hi! If your fic requests are still open, how about Hiccup bonding with Stormfly?

hey, @involuntarydiaphragmspasm!!! Finally got your request done! I actually had this written a week after you requested it, but I forgot to type it! So sorry! Hope you enjoy~ 

Let Me Learn More

A How to Train Your Dragon Oneshot

Rain pattered and dripped from the wooden overhang. Hiccup sighed and shrank back. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it was not so late. But with the near-midnight hour and the worsening thunderstorm that sent the little island of Berk shaking, he was hesitant to brave the weather. Trekking into the forest on its own was dangerous enough. Adding wet and vulnerable without proper sight significantly reduced his chances for a happy survival.

Still, he had a basket of fish, and no where to properly store it. He really wished training hadn’t ran so long. And he wished that he hadn’t gone back to the smithy shop and lost track of time there.

Another rumble of thunder shook the isle and Hiccup cringed. There was one place he could deposit the surplus fish. He didn’t like the idea. He didn’t like it at all. However…it was his best option since he could not see Toothless tomorrow. And leaving a strangely large amount of seafood lying about was suspicious at best.

Oh I wish I had a better idea right now, he cringed, eyes darting across the dark plaza to make sure there were no witnesses.

His fur boots squelched on the stone road as he scurried out, running from one overhang to another. The rain poured down harder, bits of hail pelting down and sending icy pangs across his skin whenever her ran out from under his cover. Sharp little gasps of “ow” and “oof” escaped his lips as he hurried to the Kill Ring. By the time he reached the stone tunnel, Hiccup’s vest, tunics and leggings, and fish-laden basket were all drenched thoroughly. His skin was freezing, and most undoubtedly he smelled of fear. But still, he stuck out his chin, and made his way to the Deadly Nadder’s gate. He had to be careful to open the large containment unit just enough to sneak through but not enough for the dragon to escape. Otherwise not only would every villager on the island have his head, but Gobber too.

He unlocked the heavy door, opening it just enough to creep in with his basket. At this hour, the dragon should have been asleep. So he should have been able to leave the food and go immediately afterwards. Should have.

Large, amber eyes watched him. Pupils narrowly slit as the dragon calculated whether or not it should attack first or wait for him to. In the meager glow of its eye-light, Hiccup could not even make out the shape of the Nadder. He knew it was there, he knew what the dragon looked like, he knew more or less its size. But he could not see it.

He should have brought a torch.

Swallowing slowly, based on the information he had gathered from observing Toothless, he eased the basket forward into the darkness. With caution, making sure the dragon’s eyes did not move, he peeled back the lid and tilted the container forward. A splatter across stone told him that the contents spilled out into the open for the Deadly Nadder to sense.

In an instant, a bright plumage of blue and yellow flame sparked to life and lit up the cell. The dragon never took its gaze from Hiccup as the wicker basket burned, keeping a bright and hot fire alive.

Inching forward with wariness, the dragon began to eat, its attention belonging solely to the fish after the first bite. It starvingly lapped up everything, the food disappearing down its gullet in a matter of minutes. Hiccup probably should have left, in retrospect, since the dragon was clearly hungry. But since the thunder rattled louder than ever, and the rain sounded more like the angry ocean waves that lapped at the shores, he slid down against the wall and sat on the floor. The Nadder gave him a brief flicker of focus before returning to its meal. That was perfectly fine for Hiccup, by all means. He observed with interest, noting that the Nadder had a much harder time slurping up the fish from the floor than Toothless had. It may have been better to have left the basket standing. Not that the dragon seemed to care. It munched happily, scales and tiny bones crunching and snapping between its sharp, curved teeth. It was almost done.

The Viking boy really should have left.

“It seems unfair, that we have to be enemies,” he said instead, wrapping his arms around his knees, scooting a little closer to the dragon fire.

The Nadder disregarded him.

“You’re a living, breathing, creature, same as me. You obviously get hungry. You must get tired, worried, scared, excited,” he egged on. “So why is it that we have to fight you guys?”

Flickering, the firelight dimmed a bit as the dragon shuffled to the back of the cave and settled against the hind wall. It blinked dully at him, its amber eyes holding mild interest. Puffing a cloud of smoke from its nostril, the Deadly Nadder gave a content squawk.

“Can’t you let me learn more about you?” Hiccup rested his chin on his arms. “I want to understand.”

Closing its eyes, the dragon rumbled as if replying, and allowed the boy to stay havened from the storm for just the night.

[slitheringss]

Hello Slitherites

My name is Slithering, but you can call my Slither, Slith, or any nickname you prefer. This is my blog for fandoms and writing. I am a MULTIFANDOM account, so expect all types of content on here.

Basic DNI criteria

Pedos, racist, groomers, homophobes, etc.

BYF

This is a +18 blog as I write, read, and reblog graphic & mature content. If you are sensitive to any such topics, then please exit my blog.

I do write on heavy topics, so keep an eye on that

Do NOT come here and complain about WHAT I write, reblog, ship, etc. Fandoms are supposed to be fun! If you don't like, scroll + block and keep it moving.

With that point made, SOME ships I write for I PERSONALLY don't ship, but I see are popular in fandoms and I want to try and write for them based on the different dynamics I see. I wish to expand my writing, and I feel touching base on certain topics/genres will help with that.

I'm rusty. Some works are definitely going to be hit or miss as I try and find my footing, so please be patient.

I'm mainly an x reader/oc account, but I also do ships

I tend to choose only a few characters from each fandom to write for, but I will consider different requests once I open my account up to them!

Tagging System

ALL fics #slitherfics

Updates #slitherdates

Ask #Slitherspeaks

Request #Slitherquest

Art #Serpentink

Fandoms: I'm in & will write for

Attack On Titan 《Shingeki No Kyojin》

Castlevania

DC

Hazbin Hotel

HTTYD

Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous/Chaos Theory

Little Nightmares

Marvel

Poppy Playtime

Star Wars

Subnautica

Transformers Prime

What I WILL write

Fluff

Angst

Smut

Platonic

Hurt/Comfort

Hurt/No Comfort

NSFW

Gore

Violence

What I WON'T write

Incest

Pedophilia

Homophobia

Characters|Ships I'll write for

AOT

Levi

Castlevania

Alucard

Striga + Morgana

Olrox + Mizrak

Drolta

Edoardo

Annette

Erzsebet

How To Train Your Dragon

Hiccup + Dragon Riders

Vigcup

Little Nightmares

Mono

Six

Poppy Playtime

Dogday

Star Wars

Obi-Wan

Subnautica

Oc stuff + Lore/Worlbuilding

Transformers Prime

Soundwave

Ultra Magnus

Optimus Prime

Predaking

Masterlist

Attack On Titan

Castlevania

How To Train Your Dragon

Little Nightmares

Poppy Playtime

Star Wars

Subnautica

Transformers

This post will be updated as things move on or need adjustments.

Ask are always welcome. Once I get more comfortable writing again, I'll allow requests.

[seagreen-meets-grey]

Thirty Questions

Rules: Answer thirty questions, then tag twenty blogs you would like to know better.

I was tagged by @amesperaltiago :)

1. Nicknames? There’s not much you can do with my name. Schmaja (back in like 6th grade when my class had a phase), Biene Maja (Maja the bee in German), also because of my red hair I have to endure names like Rotkäppchen (Little Red Riding Hood), Rosthaar (rusty hair), firefox, and the like (I kinda dig the witch ones). But I take it with humor so feel free to join the train if you’re not up to straight up mocking me

2. Gender? Female

3. Star sign? Capricorn

4. Height? 5′ 9′’

5. Time? 21:29 so 9:29pm

6. Birthday? December 23

7. Favourite Bands? there’s too much I love. Probs Linkin Park, Imagine Dragons, Bring Me The Horizon, Broilers, Die Toten Hosen, Skillet, Sum 41, Shinedown, Rise Against, Hollywood Undead and sooo many more. And I know they don’t count as a band but I gotta include The Lonely Island ♥ 

8. Favourite Solo Artists? Ed Sheeran, James Blunt, Casper, Halsey, and again I love so much different stuff I can’t even start with on this list. (Don’t even get me started on music in general, we’ll be here forever. Come talk to me about it anytime though!!) Also Joanna Newsom is kinda starting to grow on me too!!

9. Song stuck in my head? none rn since I’m listening to music right now

10. Last movie you watched? Wow that’s been a while. I honestly don’t remember. I guess it was the first Mission Impossible film?

11. Last show you watched? Sherlock

12. When did you create your blog? May 2015

13. What do you post? mostly Brooklyn Nine-Nine. other fandoms such as Dragons, Percy Jackson, Miraculous Ladybug, many others... and memes, humor, etc. etc. etc......

14. Last thing you googled? I wanted to know where I could find out when I created my blog so I googled that xD

15. Do you have other blogs? nope. only my mess of my one blog.

16. Do you get asks? nope... so get on dem asks guys!! you’d never be bothering me!!

17. Why did you choose your url? because I was a sucker for Percabeth at the time. Still am for some part but not primarily anymore. I dig the colors as well.

18. Following? 900

19.Followers? 202

20. Favourite colours? blue, green, black, and especially seagreen

21. Average hours of sleep? 5-10, depending on my schedule

22. Lucky Number? don’t have one. sometimes the “magical” numbers such as 3, 7, 13, whatever. I mostly go with 7 (Septimus Heap anyone?)

23. Instruments? played the recorder in elementary school, two or three years of keyboard lessons when I was like 13... oh and my cousin once taught me how to play Boulevard Of Broken Dreams on the drums years ago

24. How many blankets do you sleep with? one, in winter when it’s really cold it’s two

25. What am I wearing? I don’t know, you should know yourself what you’re wearing (I’m so funny today). As for me, I’m all black again, black jeans, black socks, black underwear, black shirt, black t-shirt with Toothless’ eyes and blue glowing nose (the one from HTTYD 2)

26. Dream job? translator of like tv scripts and stuff

27. Dream trip? dunno... I’d love to go anywhere where there is the ocean

28. Favourite foods? everything sweet, everything noodles, everything pizza, everything chicken (sorry, Tuffnut.). all-time fav is probably pancakes with sugar, cinnamon and apple sauce

29. Nationality? German

30. Favourite song at the moment? Too. Many. Also changes all the time.

I tag @astrangetypeofchemistry, @ashleybenlove, @ofroadmapsandpaperbacks, @i-just-wanna-l-i-v-e, @astrid-horrendous-haddock and now I’m tired of tagging. Feel free to do this if you want to.

[jillmckenzie1]

Cinema Latino

Insomnia and I have been bitter sisters for a long time now. She knows my secrets and reminds me of them, over and over and over during the tiny hours when all sensible and peaceable people should be sound asleep. I admit that some of this is my own fault. My two favorite cocktails war it out; Sudafed and caffeine team up against melatonin and merlot. Eventually I decide that the drugs aren’t making me feel better, they’re just making me feel a different kind of bad. Then it’s back to just me and Insomnia in a monogamous, monotonous relationship. I lie awake and fester in my thoughts, or walk around my tiny house, or read boring books for hours. I’m currently reading an endless saga of Ice Age people who saunter across Asia in real time, stopping occasionally to have some bad sex. Eventually, morning comes (if not as quickly and enthusiastically as the book’s characters) and, bleary-eyed and jangly, I saunter over to Aurora, because Asia is too far away.

I don’t have a lot of business in Aurora, although there’s some cool stuff happening in the arts district. I wandered over there because I have a long-running self-improvement campaign in place and “maintain my Spanish skills” is part of that. I landed in the parking lot of Sonora Cinemas, a Spanish-language movie theater on 6th and Peoria at 10am on a Sunday morning, which is when the cool people all show up to the movies.

I’m a fan of low-brow venues and dive bars and have spent a non-negligible amount of time at the Elvis Cinema, which has cheap prices, dark hallways, and sticky floors. The Sonora is not that. It’s big, bright, and sparkling clean. Your feet practically bounce off the carpet. The smartly-dressed manager asked in English to assist me. I requested a ticket for How to Train Your Dragon: Hidden World. He explained that that film was only in Spanish. I am a six-foot, blue-eyed, natural blonde–more Cameron Diaz than America Ferrera. I appreciated his courtesy, but replied that Spanish-only was fine. I used to get the same question at theaters when I lived in Latin America and conducted the entire ticket transaction in Spanish. I look unequivocally white-bread.

I find my seat in Theater Two. I am the only person in this theater. I even turned on my cell phone flashlight to check out the dark corners of the seating area. It’s completely empty. So basically, I went from the dark, empty solitude of my sleepless bedroom to the dark, empty solitude of a weekend-morning movie theater. #Winning. I spread out and put my feet up. Even though every sign on the doors warned in Spanish that outside food is not allowed, I snuck in my own snacks. My 2019 nutrition plan doesn’t include Raisinettes. I brought a refillable water bottle and a navel orange because I am extremely cool and also, pooping in your 30s is a different game than pooping in your 20s.

I picked HTTYD in Spanish, no subtitles, both because I didn’t want the crutch of reading the text in either language and because I thought a cartoon would be easier for my rusty language skills to handle, although it’s harder to read lip and facial cues on a cartoon character. I’m gonna say this: HTTYD3 is not Dreamwork’s masterpiece. I remember reading a Gabriel Garcia Marquez novel in college in the original Spanish, and being totally befuddled by it. I got a copy in English to clarify the narrative, only to discover that it was just as bizarre in English and I had understood it perfectly in Spanish to begin with. I felt the same way about this movie; it felt entirely unnecessary and full of contrived weirdness. Maybe I didn’t get on the HTTYD wagon soon enough in the franchise? Maybe something was lost in translation? I’m pretty sure I got the gist of the movie…the problem was that there wasn’t much gist to be gotten. Lots of dragons, a villain, a noble young hero, fire and explosions abound. Spoiler alert: the good guy won. I think the bad guy got swallowed by the ocean or something suitably tasteful and punishing.

This is the point where I rant about why Hollywood makes so many terrible movies: they make them for the world market and explosions don’t require dialogue, much less subtitles or translation. More profit, but lots of boring, flammable plotlines out there lately. Sadly, this has even infected “children’s” movies like HTTYD. I actually fell asleep during the movie, which tells you that Sonora’s seats are comfortable, the movie was tepid, and that insomnia really does end in Aurora.

On my way out I checked out the bathrooms because there is nothing more important than bathrooms in a venue. I am happy to report that they were glittering and spotless. Countertops and floors were bone-dry. The dispensers had soap, the towels were stocked. Lovely. The manager smiled at me as I walked out and invited me to return again soon.

A fellow was standing by the door of the theater as I walked outside.

“Oh, my god!” he exclaimed, in Spanish. “Where the f— did you come from? What’s going on here?!”

I have to take this as evidence that he didn’t expect me, the white lady, to be there, which is kind of the reason I was there. This is where I get philosophical. Why leave the house when you can see everything in the world on Netflix or Hulu at home? Putting on pants is such a drag. My reasons to be there were many of the same ones that make me support live theater and music. There’s something about a social, group experience that makes it entirely different than listening  or watching alone in your bedroom. And if you make an effort to be somewhere that most people “like you” are not, it expands your world. You see new things and meet new people who remind you that the world is a very big, highly variegated place. It’s good for your soul and your language-processing brain lobes to do something outside your norm. Take a risk. Head to Aurora. There are some new releases playing in the matinee.

from Blog https://ondenver.com/cinema-latino/