Do Yall Think Camicazi Is Adopted Or Do U Think Big Boobied Bertha Is Her Bio Mum??

‘The boy iss mine already’

“there will always be a Hiccup and Astrid, always”

dealing with the worst case scenario

your condom breaks

you feel a lump on your breast

your friends are ignoring you

you’re stranded on an island 

you got rejected by a crush

you get into a car accident

you got stung by a bee/wasp

you got fired from your job

you’re in an earthquake

your tattoo gets infected

your house is on fire

you’re lost in the woods

you get arrested abroad

you get robbed

your partner cheated on you

you’re on a ship that’s sinking

you fall into ice

you’re stuck in an elevator

you hit a deer with your car

you have food poisoning

your pet passed away

you fall off of a horse

you or your friend has alcohol poisoning

you have toxic shock syndrome

your house has a gas leak

Hell I just want them to actually adapt the ‘How To Train Your Dragon’ books — that biz was EPIC.

I'll say it before and I'll say it again:

You could make a beautiful HTTYD book adaptation through a one-season 2D animated TV show. The charming, childlike whimsy, the quirky dragons, the wonderfully weird world, the epic larger-than-life scenes and characters, all this screams 2D animation as the best adaptation. That would capture the tone, the heart (Cowell's illustrations!!), the imagination. Most books would be a single episode. The last few books would be two. Don't drag the story out, don't bog it down with unnecessary additions, but tell it in precisely the amount of space it needs to be told. Don't try to realism anything. Let the world be itself and let the magic shine.

guys how would one promote original stories and stuff on tumblr out of curiosity 👀

Something about this artwork tickles me a lot

so that one yiga side quest huh

Me with Ur art

I’m getting more confident with drawing him methinks

Me and bro celebrating after beating the dating allegations

After I made this post I realised I completely forgot Fred from Scooby Doo

Sometimes you just need a character that has the words 'white guy' as a part of their character arc

hi i saw ur post about wanting to take requests to write about hoo and I have one for u

Maybe leo×automaton reader? I was listening to polyester girl and thought it'd be a funny idea (i also just hate calleo with a passion) ok bye thxx

W song choice also so real for hating calleo. I actually love this idea so I'm really glad you asked me to write it and thank you for being the first to request a fic!

Warnings: pet names (babe)

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Leo thought you were beautiful. With your soft skin and lush hair. Leo found it unfortunate that it wasn't real but he loved you regardless. He's never been good with people, never understanding what made them tick. But with you, since you were an automaton, it just came naturally. It's like he had a 6th sense for everything you needed. Like his magic Hepheastus powers allowed him to read your mechanical mind. He knew when you wanted flowers, when you wanted hugs, when you were bored or upset and he always tried his best to adhere to your needs.

You sat cross-legged on the floor, holding your hair out of the way while he worked on fixing a loose cog under the hatch in the back of your neck. "Jeez, Daedalus really put work into this, huh?" He muttered, impressed by the wiring and pumping of your robotic insides. Back in the labyrinth, Daedalus not only had a son, but a daughter. You weren't mentioned in mythology because you weren't as relevant as your brother Icarus. You'd never truly felt seen, being kept alive for centuries just so your father had someone to speak to to prevent insanity in the confined walls of the maze while everyone above spoke of the tragedy that was your brother's death. Maybe if you had been reckless you'd have the same recognition he does. But you were glad you'd been smarter than him because if you hadn't you would've never met Leo. Leo made you feel seen, wanted, tended to. Leo loved you, and he made that abundantly clear.

"Babe, pass me a screwdriver real quick?" He requested, gesturing to the screwdriver in the toolbox by your knee. "The small one, please." When you handed him the screwdriver he thanked you, pressing a kiss to your temple as a show of gratitude before he returned his focus to the back of your neck. You looked to the side with your eyes, watching in the mirror as he sat in a position that made him look like a shrimp with his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth and his thick eyebrows knitted together in unwavering concentration, careful not to mess up or ruin anything. He'd never forgive himself if he messed you up somehow. He shut the hatch and grabbed your shoulder to spin you around and face him, like a hairdresser after giving you a funky new hairdo. You smiled at him and took his hand. "Thank you, Leo."

Leo fought back a shudder as your freezing cold hand intertwined with his. "No problem, babe. I love you." His hand heated up to warm yours before he let his hand cool down, the heat sticking to your fake skin and giving the illusion of a real hand holding his. A feeling he yearns for. He knows you can't give him that feeling, you know it too. And he knows you can't help it, but he craves it. No matter how realistic your skin feels or how defined your carved in fingerprints are, you aren't a real human. Not physically atleast. But even so, he loves you and there is not a thing in the world he'd give you up for, not even warm skin.