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ITS SOOO UGLY ಥ╭╮ಥ
Alright, who tf changed it
IT DOESN'T MATCH ANYMORE >:(
MOB EVERY SECOND YOU'RE NOT RUNNING IM GETTING CLOSER . WHY WOULLD YOU DO THIS TO THEM I HATE U AUGHHHHHHH😭😭😭😭 btw sorry for not being active the last few days I was to busy crying over yarnaby and doey's death.
Anyways, here are some doodles. I'm gonna cry some more now.
christian borle singing what more can i say in 2024
I can never think too much about Httyd 1 Astrid before I get too emotional.
At 15, this girl was so bitter and harsh and kept everyone at a distance and hard on everyone, including herself, and she didn't allow any emotions of hers to shine through beyond anger and its varying shades. I mean, how could she?
She grew up around blood and death, destined to inherit the same war her parents and grandparents did, stuck in an endless cycle of violence no one truly knew how it got started in the first place other than the very plausible reason that their enemy was simply cruel, unreasonable and would never stop coming. Not until one side finally eradicated the other, never knowing that the annihilation of one side would without a doubt automatically mean the destruction of the other before the unknown third party in this war, the Red Death, inevitably moved on to rinse and repeat elsewhere.
Astrid had no prospects for the future and she knew it. She would live out her life as a warrior, fight and get injured until the day she would inevitably die, probably in battle. Except maybe she would get to see her parents die a brutal death before she goes. Maybe even her future husband. Maybe even her future kids. That is, if she even got that far in life.
So no wonder she just stood by and watched with a vaguely sad look as Hiccup was bullied. No wonder her best pieces of advice were "he's never where he should be" and "pick which side you're on." No wonder she got pissed as hell at Hiccup when she fought to get just the littlest bit of an edge in a cruel and unjust world only to have it stolen right out from under her by the chief's son, who basically breezed his way through dragon training thanks to Toothless. No wonder she was ready to tell on Hiccup's ass when she found out he was making friends with the enemy, the same one who would come at night and steal their food and destroy their homes, leaving them to starve exposed to the elements.
And no wonder, when Hiccup shows her that a bleak future of endless cruelty isn't the only option for her anymore, she blooms open like the most beautiful goddamn flower in the entire north. She loves Snoggletog, experimenting with cooking, pranks, big romantic gestures. She gets truly in touch with her emotions and finds it important to build up the guy who literally gave her a future.
Astrid makes me so emotional, guys...
the crowd goes wild waiting for usher to enter the stage of the superbowl 2024 and play daddys home in memory of gojo... but instead of usher stepping out; it was the man with the bluest eyes ever... (get him brown contacts pls) it's... ITS GOJO OH MY GOD!!!!!!
Niechaj Order Heroicznych Pierogów dumnie ozdabia nasze klaty i utrzymuje brzuchy pełnymi! Ze łzami w oczach wspominam wszystkich poległych w tej bitwie, wszystkie zbite słoiki majonezów i wszystkie ciastka oraz jajka zniszczone pod bezlitosnym Bertrumblingiem naszego oprawcy. Ale nich będą one żywe w naszej pamięci i na naszych językach, albowiem tragedia ta wyznaczyła nowy początek i ukształtowała świat wolny od płacenia za jedzenie! Świat, o który walczyliśmy! Polska, którą ocaliliśmy!
Żyjmy!
Tyjmy!
Spożywajmy!
AMEN!!
@aleja-gwiazd-biegniemy @grubyszopiel
Everything that you thought had meaning: every majonez dekoracyjny, ciastka HIT, or jajka and kiełbasa. None of it matters as you lie hungry in your kitchen. None of it changes what a tummy ache does to a body, we all hungy. But does that mean our lives are meaningless? Does that mean that there was no point in our being born? Would you say that of our stolen food? What about their taste? Were they meaningless...?
They were NOT! Their memory serves as an example to us all! The courageous yummies! The anguished yummies! Their tastes have meaning because we the living refuse to forget them! And as we ride to certain death, we trust our successors to do the same for us! Because my Polish Tumblr mutuals do not buckle or yield when faced with the cruelty of Bertholdt Hoover!
My Polish Tumblr mutuals push forward!
My Polish Tumblr mutuals scream out!
My Polish Tumblr mutuals RAAAAAGE!
After Bertholdt's death, his friends gave him a dignified burial, for they were the only ones who knew that he was, in fact, a bad man, but not that bad; he sometimes said “good morning” and didn't kick puppies.
Bertholdt's actions, which involved stealing Polish food, led to free food around the world, because you can't steal food when it's free. This is to prevent similar threats on a global scale. It took a long time for people to get used to the fact that butter no longer costs as much as a bar of gold.
Many Polish roads have been destroyed by Bertrumbling and are urgently in need of repair.
(I'm joking, they've always looked like that XDDDD)
Years after these tragic events, life returns to normal. Only one still remembers the man who sacrificed his life to provide free food for humanity.
He spends his days in a new, better world, dreaming of seeing his beloved one more time...
(@grubyszopiel @aleja-gwiazd-biegniemy Isayama told me that he is grateful to us for bringing to life the original storyline that he was too afraid to show. Good job guys <3)
@aleja-gwiazd-biegniemy @grubyszopiel
Everything that you thought had meaning: every majonez dekoracyjny, ciastka HIT, or jajka and kiełbasa. None of it matters as you lie hungry in your kitchen. None of it changes what a tummy ache does to a body, we all hungy. But does that mean our lives are meaningless? Does that mean that there was no point in our being born? Would you say that of our stolen food? What about their taste? Were they meaningless...?
They were NOT! Their memory serves as an example to us all! The courageous yummies! The anguished yummies! Their tastes have meaning because we the living refuse to forget them! And as we ride to certain death, we trust our successors to do the same for us! Because my Polish Tumblr mutuals do not buckle or yield when faced with the cruelty of Bertholdt Hoover!
My Polish Tumblr mutuals push forward!
My Polish Tumblr mutuals scream out!
My Polish Tumblr mutuals RAAAAAGE!
the thing about brokeback mountain is that every time I watch it, without fail, I think: maybe it will be different this time
maybe they won’t part ways after the mountain
maybe Ennis will go back to brokeback next summer
maybe he won’t try to stand it
maybe he’ll be a little braver, a little sooner
maybe he will be able to come back in august
maybe jacks tires will be fine
and then we get the post card and all the hope I had comes crashing down and that fuckass bull jack tried to ride is trampling my heart and it’s just like the very first time and I realize it couldn’t have ended any other way and Im sobbing in my bedroom
and still, when I pull it up next time, I think maybe, maybe it will be different