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Our fate lives within us, you only have to be brave enough to see it.

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amessicle:

Hiccup and Astrid dancing at their wedding (using Stoick and Valka’s dance as a reference) :)

INSTANT. REBLOG. OH MY GODS!

This is so beautiful I just can’t.

HHHNGNGNGGNGNGGGGG

YOU ACTUALLY ANIMATED THE THING BLESS YOU

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  • Question: Imagine Hiccup and Astrid preparing for dragon races and they're messing around and they get in a paint fight - Anonymous
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    elfpen:

    She froze where she stood, red splattered over her perfect braid and freshly-done facepaint. Her head pivoted on her neck like an axe hovering over the executioner’s block, and Hiccup felt the weight of her eyes’ blade find his jugular. He cursed loudly, and ducked behind Toothless’ neck.

    "I’m sorry I’m sorry!" He cried, "I didn’t mean to!"

    Haddock!” Astrid yelled, as if she hadn’t heard him. He came out with his hands up, prepared to defend himself, but he hadn’t expected her to be so close already. As he sputtered and tried to find something helpful to say, she dipped her hand in her bucket of blue paint and slapped a dripping, bright blue claw into his hair. His ear tickled as it dripped through his hair and onto his neck. He stared at her, unmoving, fresh red stripes on his cheeks glistening. A moment of surprise and silence overcame them both, until a quiet rage built up and Hiccup dug his hand into his own bucket of paint and flung it at her. Red paint splattered all over her front, on her face, her hood. She shrieked, and retaliated this time with yellow. 

    "Aurg!" He yelled, wiping it away (or trying to) "That’s nice leather, Astrid!"

    "And this is nice fur, Hiccup!” she countered, and flung a stream of blue straght at his legs this time. His prosthetic foot slipped and he fell butt-first into a bright blue puddle. Astrid laughed until she snorted, so he growled and stood, grabbing her thigh with a yellow hand and using the other to smear red all over her face. He made the mistake of laughing, and earned a set of blue teeth for his trouble.

    It devolved from there, until they were hardly recognizable. When Valka came to collect the chief and his intended for their opening-of-the-tournament race, she hardly expected to find them covered in so many colors, dripping with paint, yelling at each other and giggling like schoolchildren. There was nothing to be done for it, however; they had to race that way. No one that day was entirely sure what team they were racing for, and it would take weeks for the paint to wash off their saddles.

    In years to come, the beginning of the yearly dragon-racing tournament would be proceeded by a night of paint fighting. Eventually, most Berkians would forget what began the tradition, but Astrid and Hiccup remembered that first day with their own… traditions. Funnily enough, no one ever actually questioned why or how the chief showed up to the competition with a bright blue hand print on his rear.

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"I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday."

- Lemony Snicket  (via lexiwhiskers)

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"You never get to the point where you think “I am the adult”, but you do get to the point where you think “I’ve dealt with this before.” The older you get, the higher and higher the percentage is of things you’ve already been through. Have you ever changed a tire? Had a flat tire? Someday, you might, and the next time it happens, you’ll know what to do, since you’ve already done it."

- My dad. I’m 24, and asked if you ever shake the feeling of not being an adult, and this was his response. Probably the most comforting thing he could have said. (via uberwekkness)

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andythelemon:

I think it might be a nice opportunity to explain myself here since I had some cool commentary on the reblogs of the individual pieces, so here’s my own personal explanation of this series.

I don’t mean to give bad connotations to sharks because really, they’re very beautiful and endangered creatures that are naturally curious and only attack when they’re provoked. A lot of people are scared of them and make them out to be these horrifying monsters when actually, it’s just a big misconception about their nature. I was like that too when I was younger until I learned how many of them we end up killing for their fins and how really, they aren’t a threat if people just left them alone. If people understood them better, maybe our overall views on them wouldn’t be so negative.

The thing is, that’s what anxiety is to me. Bad/irrational thoughts seem really scary at first because you don’t understand them and by panicking or trying to fight them off directly, you end up making them more aggressive till they grow massive and looming. Just like sharks sense panic and movement in the water and use that to target prey. But I’m trying really hard to look at my thoughts from another angle now - by accepting they’re there and refusing to freak out (i.e. just letting them come and go without amplifying them) and by trying to understand that it’s really only excess adrenaline and an overactive imagination, nothing more, they don’t seem so terrifying? Essentially like how I learned that sharks aren’t dangerous or life threatening if you don’t bother them. It’s not an easy lesson to train yourself to mentally re-evaluate your thoughts, but I’m getting there. So maybe I’ll continue working into this series a little more…

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chibird:

Less worrying about silly things, more cake and self confidence!

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