night fury simp

It’s an occupational hazard.

It’s where we belong.

And one of the things about growing up, one of the inescapable, inevitable laws, is that one day… one day… one day…

had a dream last night where i was toothless and had to get an injured Hiccup off this weird haunted plantation island. uh, it was young!hiccup, we were being chased by zombie/ghost things and i could shoot fireballs but like, i was worried about my shot limit so i tried to fly off but all i could do was kind of glide with my tail dragging, since hiccup wasn’t awake to work the tailfin. that being said, lol i would not get between hiccup and protective!toothless if you fucking paid me

Okay, now I’m going to bed…

But imagine if you lived in a country where the color of your skin got you killed for driving, jogging, sleeping, yelling, parking, babysitting, sitting in a van, selling CDs, selling cigarettes, opening the door, walking at night, wearing a hoodie at night, holding a toy gun, lying on the ground, being homeless, being in a dark stairwell, holding a cell phone, having a broken taillight, exercising horses, having a bottle of pills, shopping at Walmart, holding a BB gun at Walmart, holding a phone in your own backyard, eating ice cream in your own house, and shopping, you would say, “That is a lawless country.” 

Gobber: Or else what?

Fishlegs: ...is your hand stuck in that candy machine?

Astrid: I paid for my Rolos.