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Day of Silence

ahhhlec:

Excerpt from the Merriam-Webster dictionary:

Day of Silence, The. n A day, usually falling in the third week of April of the Gregorian calendar, when humans of heterosexual orientation are physically muted by an internal biological imperative, lasting for a period of roughly twenty-three hours.

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Specific mention: nsfwhijack (because you asked, and I wanted it too :3)

Henry allowed himself to lay on his back, eyes closed but head facing upwards towards the ceiling. The blankets that he had tucked to his chin the night before were balled at his feet, his right leg wrapped tightly in the middle of them. The room wasn’t especially chilly; it was the middle of April now, and as he strained his ears to listen, he could faintly make out the sound of rain hitting his window. All the same, his body had probably been exposed to the open air of the room for hours now, and even the ghost of his left leg (present in these mornings when his consciousness was awake but his mind wasn’t fully) felt cold. Still not opening his eyes, Henry sat up briefly, groping around at the blankets at his foot with one hand and smoothing the hairs on his leg that stood on end.

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breaking news rapunzel is actually ten feet tall

well in their defense it does say rapunzel isn’t a typical disney princess

But than means everyone else in the movie was about 10 ft tall too..

WE DID IT. WE FOUND THE TITANS’ VILLAGE.

SIE SIND DAS PRINCESS UND WIR SIND FLYNN RIDER

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE TITIANS VILLAGE IS BUT WHY DOES THE ABOVE SENTENCE SAY “THEY ARE THE PRINCESS AND WE ARE FLYNN RIDER” IN GERMAN 

this week on “i didnt know it was attack on titan”

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Anonymous

Anonymous asked:

for hijack, glasses?

nothinghereisvegeterian:

Send me a pairing and a word and I’ll write a drabble!

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“These glasses are haunted,” Jack said with a grin, and Hiccup rolled his eyes to emphasize his disbelief.

“You can’t expect me to believe in ghosts if you just point at something and say its haunted.” Hiccup said matter-of-factly, but he took the silver wire-frame glasses anyway and looked them over, turning them around in his hands, then wiping the lenses clean with the bottom of his green-brown shirt.

“Well, it’s true!” Jack insisted, leaning back in Hiccup’s desk chair and putting his feet on the bed beside the brunet, watching him clean the lenses meticulously, then scoffing when he continued past what Jack believed to be perfectly clean, “You know, the longer you clean ‘em doesn’t matter.”

“Okay, how are they haunted?” Hiccup asked, glaring up at Jack with a daring grin, “If I put them on, will I see a ghost?”

“Exactly!” Jack said with a laugh, “But it’s more complicated than that. Put them on and you’ll not only see a ghost, but you’ll see nothing but ghosts!”

“That’s a load of bull and you know it,” Hiccup laughed, putting the glasses on and scrunching up his nose in a pout when Jack began to giggle, “Don’t laugh at me! I don’t usually wear glasses!”

“You should!” Jack snorted out, planting both feet on the ground and leaning towards the brunet to play with the glasses on his nose, “You look so nerdy! You’re adorable!”

“Oh, ha ha, I see what this is,” Hiccup said flatly, glaring at Jack and tugging the glasses off, much to Jack’s disappointment, “You just wanted me to wear glasses! They don’t even work anyways, I can still see you!”

“Noo!” Jack whined, grabbing Hiccup’s wrist and lifting his hand and the glasses it held back towards his face, “Put them back on! They look nice, I swear! I’ll stop laughing!”

Hiccup glared at him for good measure, but he followed Jack’s plea, placing the glasses back upon in face once more.

Just then, there was a knock at the door, catching both of their attention. Hiccup called out for his father—who it had to be, seeing how there was no one else in the house aside from them—to enter, and Jack had to add, “If ye dare.”

The door swung open, and though Hiccup heard his father huff out, “Hiccup,” he saw no one in the doorway. Hiccup blinked a few times, squinted even, then took them off and saw his father standing there in his bearded glory.

“Y-yeah, Dad?” Hiccup asked, glancing between his father and the glasses in his hand, then slipping them back on while his father talked to him.

“It’s time you do your laundry, son, your clothes are piling up,” Stoick began, gesturing to the haphazardly kept pile at Hiccup’s corner, but the brunet didn’t even focus on it. He continued to play with the glasses, putting them on, then taking them off, then doing it again, watching his father appear then vanish right before him, “Also, you didn’t do the dishes yesterday. I thought we agreed, if I cooked, you cleaned, and if you cooked, I cle—will you put down those damn glasses, boy?!”

“Sorry!” Hiccup yelped, putting them on his bed instead and folding his hands in his lap, “I know! Dishes when you cook, laundry should be washed, and I’ll vacuum when I’m done with homework. I’ll keep a closer eye on my schedule!”

Stoick stared at his son for a while longer, then sighed and shook his head, “Alright… I’m calling in for pizza, so don’t eat too much junk.”

“I’ll keep room for more junk, don’t worry,” Hiccup replied flatly, getting an eye-roll from his father before he promptly turned and left, closing the door behind him.

Hiccup was about to speak, about to say how the glasses worked, but when he looked back to Jack and saw his face, he realized.

“Believe in us now?” Jack asked, feigning a smirk.

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