baby Toothless Round 2! I want to do more, but not sure what to try next. Maybe I should go for a baby toothless with Hiccup then big toothless with baby Hiccup? I’m on a roll! xD
Hope you fans like em! c:
Basically I like lots of things. I don't really have preferential pronouns so just do whatever you feel like. Please don't be an assclown. Also if anyone needs things inbox me I will do my best to help. I literally do not care what/who you are, I love you all pretty much.
Will protect my babies until my last breath. I'm a sarcastic piece of shit. I'm really shit at typing properly on mobile which is what I use 99% of the time.
Oh also I'm 16, panromantic, heterosexual, wishing I lived in a world with dragons
My little brothers piss me off. Whiny piss babies the lot of them.
I like books, like most of every book. I have basically my own library.
Names are important
Can call me Cassidy/Cas/Cassi/pretty much whatever, I'm down.
Getting a hang of this digital painting thing! It’s baby toothless! Cause I’m dying to see the 2nd movie and I’m just rolling in the corner till it comes out. I’m doing more on a big sheet but had to start sharing what I’ve finished! Will upload on Deviant Art later! User is Sofy-Senpai
Poses inspired by Land Before Time! ;u;
After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.
Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?
The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.
She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,
Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.
She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.
Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.
Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.
She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.
To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.
And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.
And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,
With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.
And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.
Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.
They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.
Not everything is lost.
Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be. (via oliviacirce)
When I lose hope in the world, I remember this poem.
I’m really glad I read that.
this is my linen closet, *shows you some towels*
and this is my lenin closet *shows you communist propaganda*
Have you considered iron curtains for your bathrooms?
1. Frankenweenie (2012)
2. Corpse Bride (2005)
3. The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)
IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO NOTICED THIS
I’ve been cheated my whole life.
"Every story has a beginning, a middle, and an end. Not necessarily in that order." - Tim Burton.
Obama on gay adoption
yeah totally ruining this country what a horrible guy
please dont make disney characters have tattoos and piercings and blackhair and stretchers
She doesn't give up on the people she loves... and she always succeeds.
You better fucking reblog this guys
I hear my mom shrieking downstairs, shouting up to me about “THE CATS! THE CATS!”
I run downstairs, thinking someone has died or something and see THIS:
I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO PUNCH SOMETHING TO GET OVER THE ADORABLENESS
They look like they’re about to break out in a musical number
This post got better since I re-blogged it earlier.
i found an image that accurately describes my drive and motivation in life
If the Winter Soldier was responsible for the Kennedy assassination and Magneto tried to STOP the Kennedy assassination then that must mean somehow Magneto lost a fight to a guy wITH AN ENTirE ARm MADE OF METAL
Marvel writers sweat intensely