#now there you have it

[drakyns]

❝ i bet you could sometimes find all the mysteries of the universe in someone's hand. ❞ 🩷

ㅤsoft sheep bleats blended with the murmur of the river, a soothing nature song that old shepherds were used to hearing on their early strolls. they wandered slowly near the bank that was unfrozen in the winter’s flow, their wool dampened with frost, their breath misting in the air. some cosied themselves closer to each other, already satisfied with water and food in their bellies, now searching for shared warmth and unworried for wolf’s teeth, for they had taller company on their backs. two at that, and younger than their original owner. for today, the beloved greyed herdsman of berk was not the one to watch over the tapestry of white fluffy cattle, for his bones grew too old to withstand the cold. no, he was back at his cabin, enjoying the warmth of his cauldron and a vegetable soup, more likely. rather, it was two other norsemen that enjoyed the view this morning.

ㅤjack seemed to particularly enjoy this off-beat task; he chuckled when some of the sheep nuzzled closer to him, leaning lightly on the shepherd’s staff he had taken for the day. maybe it was his frame, light and loose, or his blueish colours, or the way his eyes sparkled, or his haloed hair, or his sparkling grin filled with youthful mischief… but he fit perfectly amongst them. håkan smiled, finding familiarity in a day of oddity—somehow, this made sense. the son of a chieftain tending sheep with his ice-touched companion. what would his father say? even queried the shepherd when they offered to take the labour off his hands for the day. for starters, stoick would tell håkan to keep an eye on jack—and make sure not to let any stray. well, he planned to do just that.

ㅤthe first dragon rider made co-shepherd for the moment leaned against the broad trunk of a pine tree, sitting down lazily as he revelled in the bucolic scene before him. snowflakes dusted his fur coat and tickled his hair, but he didn’t mind. for some reason, ever since he met jack, he started to enjoy every aspect of firn. a few minutes passed, and be it out of peacefulness, boredom or light tiredness, jack came to sit by his side, bumping their shoulders together. håkan poked back, a secret tease or whatever it was that little exchange between them both since they were kids. but jack’s gaze fell somewhere else, scooting closer—yet somehow never too close. never enough. never much.

ㅤfrowning, he stared at the chieftain-to-be’s hands—calloused, rough, scarred, and starkly contrasting to the pale, untouched snow. ‘your hands’, jack said suddenly, his voice quiet but curious. ‘they’re… weathered.’ / the smiðr’s lips quirked into a half-chuckle, flexing his fingers and sprawling his palm, still dusted with faint remnants of soot from yesterday’s endeavours. by the way that his chest puffed, he looked almost proud. ‘forge work’, he then nodded. ‘berk doesn’t build itself, as gobber likes to say.’ and part of him was glad; it was the only thing he confidently considered himself good at. / håkan watched as blue eyes squinted, peeking as if hesitating before leaning forward. a dust of pink, snowflakes glued on pale cheeks—or was that hiccup’s imagination? ‘can i see?’ the moon-blessed voice was almost shy, his expressions as pleading as when he asked for spare apples during autumn. 

ㅤhåkan extended his hand, letting him take his palm between his own two. there was an almost reverent quietness while jack traced the lines, searching for stories on each groove. his thumbs massaged the lengthier strings as if wanting to memorise the rough terrain of skin and calluses, where each one began and ended and how far from bones they rested. it felt warm against jack’s, though. whatever the reason, it made hiccup glad. ‘you know’, the wintered one’s voice lowered. ‘i bet you could sometimes find all the mysteries of the universe in someone's hand.’ the pride of berk found it an odd thing to say—a soothsayer’s belief, perhaps? he wanted to argue and tease like they always did, his mouth already open to retort: you find mysteries in calluses, o grand mage? but… he didn’t. the way jack cradled his palm, as though it were something sacred, made the future chieftain believe him. to have his hand held like that by him—maybe the mystic ones were onto something, for that just felt… right. huh.

ㅤthen the rider cleared his throat, his voice lower than usual, as if they were genuinely uncovering secrets long forbidden by books and chansons: “is that so? and what is it you see?” he asked, a touch of amusement edging his tone, but not taunting. instead, he now shared the same focus on their hands, as if they were the first flame and the first ice that spurred ymir. if the cold was a sign of niflheim and the forge was a symbol to muspelheim, then—carefully, tentatively, enchantedly, håkan moved his thumbs over inside jack’s palm, drawing the faint lines crisscrossing his skin, eyes roaming over pale knuckles and the well-kept stripes of his nails. how soft. he had never known the forge, a blade or manual labour. he would never last by the anvil. but he would never have to anyway, right? he had him. it suited him, after all, this softness. “for me…” the future chief started to say, gaze intense like he could see what was beyond the flesh. he took jack’s fingers between his own, intertwining them together… and then letting go. palm against palm, mirroring one another. soft and rough, blue and green, him and him. and then at last, side by side. the longest crease line on jack’s hands being perfectly continued by håkan’s own.

ㅤ“if we put our hands together like this, it looks like a map.” a smirk, ever so curious, the same one he wore when they went on adventures. “where do you think it’s leading?” oh, if only he knew that their fates, hearts and even travel lines complemented each other.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

[tawnysoup]

Found my fav Slay the Princess route recently. Dragon my beloved. Your horrifying beak mouth was an impossible-to-refuse lip syncing challenge 💖

Shoutouts to @blacktabbygames for making such a cool game!

[kenapiece-main]

Can you believe I'm having to make this meme even after successfully finishing up taxes and applying to job

[gayvampyr]

asking people to be mindful of others when sharing a communal space (especially one you cannot just up and leave from) is not selfish or misanthropic. come on now

[beaft]

me when someone abruptly asks me if i want to go and do something fun together but the fun thing wasn't part of my daily plan:

[nathaniacolver]

arcane ships be like

i love a show that teaches equality (😭😭😭)

[heph]

Yall ever think about how Ford had to relearn how to be a normal human being after 30 years of isolation

[theblob1958]

people are saying do it scared, but you also gotta do it alone. you'll miss out on so much you want to do if you wait til someone will do it with you. do it scared and do it alone.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

girl why the hell WEREN'T you at the devil's sacrament 👀 that's three sacraments in a row you've missed 👀 👀 👀

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[hamletthedane]

The movie Wicked is proof that any source material can be vastly improved by simply making the intense female friendship much gayer + the mutual male love interest both wildly bisexual and lowkey down to just be their third

[talesfromthecrypts]

They actually make physical media for a much larger percentage of movies than they ever did in the past. Often with a lot more care than any small release was treated in the early dvd days. Its just if you only watch streaming stuff or the big new recent box office hits you won't see that. It is so ridiculously easy to get physical media for movies that even 5 years ago you couldn't even find. Like yes Netflix is a stingy bastard but so many things are available on disc WITH special features than ever before

[mctreeleth]

I keep seeing the leather/pleather vs denim jacket poll over and over again with all different sorts of discourse about how there is no plastic-free pleather and like, that's TRUE, there isn't, but honestly I DO think people who don't want to use animal products* also deserve to look cool

and so my suggestion is that y'all google "waxed cotton jacket" or "waxed canvas jacket" plus like, "motorcycle" or whatever style you think is cool, because there's a plastic free leather-look material that is strong and durable and waterproof and doesn't use animal products** AND is plastic free already out there and some of the clothes that you can get made out of it look sick as hell.

*ignoring the fact that most leather is meat by-product that would be going to waste anyway

**except beeswax but if you're going to object to that then honestly there's no helping you