So I’m moving into a new apartment, and I was told that the room had been damaged, but nothing could have prepared me for the fact that someone had carved Li Shang’s head out of the bathroom door and written “We must defeat the Huns!” on it.
i get so offended when people dont like my favorite characters
i get even more offended when people think they love them more than me
you’re walking in the woods
there is no one around
and your phone is dead
out of the corner of your eye you spot him
Anonymous asked: Imagine Hiccup and Astrid preparing for dragon races and they're messing around and they get in a paint fight
She froze where she stood, red splattered over her perfect braid and freshly-done facepaint. Her head pivoted on her neck like an axe hovering over the executioner’s block, and Hiccup felt the weight of her eyes’ blade find his jugular. He cursed loudly, and ducked behind Toothless’ neck.
"I’m sorry I’m sorry!" He cried, "I didn’t mean to!"
“Haddock!” Astrid yelled, as if she hadn’t heard him. He came out with his hands up, prepared to defend himself, but he hadn’t expected her to be so close already. As he sputtered and tried to find something helpful to say, she dipped her hand in her bucket of blue paint and slapped a dripping, bright blue claw into his hair. His ear tickled as it dripped through his hair and onto his neck. He stared at her, unmoving, fresh red stripes on his cheeks glistening. A moment of surprise and silence overcame them both, until a quiet rage built up and Hiccup dug his hand into his own bucket of paint and flung it at her. Red paint splattered all over her front, on her face, her hood. She shrieked, and retaliated this time with yellow.
"Aurg!" He yelled, wiping it away (or trying to) "That’s nice leather, Astrid!"
"And this is nice fur, Hiccup!” she countered, and flung a stream of blue straght at his legs this time. His prosthetic foot slipped and he fell butt-first into a bright blue puddle. Astrid laughed until she snorted, so he growled and stood, grabbing her thigh with a yellow hand and using the other to smear red all over her face. He made the mistake of laughing, and earned a set of blue teeth for his trouble.
It devolved from there, until they were hardly recognizable. When Valka came to collect the chief and his intended for their opening-of-the-tournament race, she hardly expected to find them covered in so many colors, dripping with paint, yelling at each other and giggling like schoolchildren. There was nothing to be done for it, however; they had to race that way. No one that day was entirely sure what team they were racing for, and it would take weeks for the paint to wash off their saddles.
In years to come, the beginning of the yearly dragon-racing tournament would be proceeded by a night of paint fighting. Eventually, most Berkians would forget what began the tradition, but Astrid and Hiccup remembered that first day with their own… traditions. Funnily enough, no one ever actually questioned why or how the chief showed up to the competition with a bright blue hand print on his rear.