Facts

Hiccup has dad-brain and needs to cycle through a series of names before getting his kids' names right and eventually he just gives up, especially when he's flustered.

Example of him calling Zephyr when she's causing trouble: "Nuffink! Toothless! Ruff-! Snot-! You! Goblin child! Come here please, thank you. I said *no* biting!"

Thinking about how Hiccup in the movies is a total mamas boy who grew up without a mama

watched a compilation of Hiccup waving his hands around

Thank you to everyone for sticking with me as I shuffle through hyperfixations like they’re a deck of cards ! It really means a lot to me :o)

Cue Mariah Carey

Hey you, you’re finally awake. You were trying to cross the border right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush same as us and that thief over there. 

writers when they’re proofreading their works for the 34th time *find zero mistakes, there’s no typo, no grammatical error. everything looks good. hit the post button*

writers when they’re reading said works after they’ve been published like proud parents *find 52 mistakes at first glance, 38 typos and 14 grammatical errors with a bunch of inconsistencies and plot holes*

what an interesting choice to make at the end of the night. Having to choose between all the information and history and serotonin in the world or the back of your eyelids. Infinity or oblivion. And the sad truth is that that is the decision that literal children are faced with every night. Feel joyful and accepted and seen by strangers on the internet or feel alone, laying in the dark, staring at the ceiling waiting to fall into the sweet embrace of sleep.

Phone addictions are real things affecting real people. I haven't had a proper sleep since I got my first I pad at age 4. My eyebags are so bad I look like I have 2 black eyes. All this just because of a lack of attention. No one will acknowledge me. I feel so alone all the time. What better way to cope with that than to tell a bunch of strangers on the internet. I don't feel alone anymore but at what cost? The cost of my sleep? My comfort? My energy? I'll give my own life just to feel seen. All nighter after all nighter I'll stay awake as long as I have to to get the slightest sliver of attention and that's the sad reality of it.

My friend made a comment about my autism but I never told her I have autism so I looked up at her and I said "how did you know I have autism?" And she said "You're reading how to train your dragon right now."