#ft. my horrific half-painted nail

[lilliths-httyd-blog]

I finished the zine!

Why is Viggo Grimborn my precious little meow-meow?

Reason #1: ALFRED MOLINA has the hottest voice. Thank Thor for The Sourcerer's Apprentice cuz Viggo wouldn't be half as kawaii-desu nya-nya pogchamp without being voiced by Molina-sama.

BEST LINES INCLUDE

- "That's right~"

- "There's no way I would torture this dragon."

- "My boy, don't look so morose!"

- "They say there are two ways to be fooled..."

- "Relationships can be... complicated, am I right?"

- "My dear Hiccup~"

Reason #2: Physical Hotness

- Literally he has puppy-dog eyes

- Epic sexy scar

- Being blind is slutty

- Looks very warm

- Would probably be very soft

- Pogchamp fashion sense

- Muscles to hold swords

- Nice beard

Reason #3: Memeability

- This guy is so fucking funny seriously

- Hides under sheet in cage to prank Hiccup

- Insults his brother

- Says the weirdest shit: "Savvy businessman indeed!"

- Theatre kid

Reason #4: Redemption

- Bro he gets a fucking Skrill

- BRO HE FUCKING DIES... HE DEAD

- He didn't even get to give Hiccup a hug

- Sacrifices himself

- He is Hiccup's friend

- No more torture dragon

Reason #5: Mannerisms

- Eyebrows

- Smirking

- Slutty way of sitting

- "My dear"

- Talks like he and Hiccup are besties

- Physical touches

- Constantly talking about Maces & Talons

In conclusion, Viggo is a precious little blorbo lil connamon roll meow-meow scrimblo bimblo glup shitto.

#ft. my horrific half-painted nail #viggo grimborn #httyd #race to the edge #rtte #httyd shitposting #viggo is scrimblo bimblo glup shitto #magazine #zine making

[nonsimsical]

And the hits just keep coming..

My 4 yr old is sick. He’s got a temperature that’s 102 and we believe he has stomach cramps (I say we believe because our son doesn’t really talk with WORDS, but he does communicate). I had to call my sister to let her know because she as a 3 month old and we were over at their house yesterday and we also were at her eldest sons birthday party Sunday. She wasn’t upset, in fact she said she felt horrible because yesterday her middle child (he’s 3) was hit with horrific diarrhea on top of spiking a temperature of 102.1 after we left their house. She didn’t think to call me in the midst of trying to break my nephew’s fever and now she feels responsible for our smallest getting sick which puts our eldest (who has a weak immune system) at risk of contracting the virus. (yea it’s viral so there’s nothing a peds can do about it. Just gotta BRAT diet it up and keep him hydrated).

Then, upon my husband’s arrival, he admitted to keeping information from me while he was out of town so that my anxiety wouldn’t hit the fan while he was gone. He received a phone call from our landlord informing him that a realtor will be coming by our house on Saturday because she may be forced to put the house we are renting on the market. So we needed to have the yard and the house clean for him/her to take pictures. However, she did also state that if the house does in fact go on the market (there is a chance that it might not and she’s hoping that she won’t have to) we are in a lease until April of next year and so we won’t have to worry until that point.

However, I am sitting here in tears because we just took out a second personal loan just to pay off our new bills that spiked over the summer and we’re now looking at possibly having to move again. I just can’t quiet grasp this whole life cup half full bullshit right now. Especially since as part of our lease agreement upon moving into this house was that we would replace the fencing at no material or labor costs to the homeowner as a stipulation to us getting into the house ASAP. We also offered to paint the house ourselves instead of waiting for someone else to do it, but the homeowner purchased the paint. My husband gets a good deal on the lumber, and he does all the labor work himself, but it still costs us 3$ per board and that’s just the small ones that can’t exceed 3.5 ft in the front yard. The rest of the boards surrounding the side and back of the house are just over 6ft. That’s not including the cost of nails and posts and what not else we’re having to purchase to finish the fence. And we may not even be living here when it’s all said and done.

I just... I can’t. I’m done.. I.. just..  

#dani rambls #personal #hitting my head on the keyboard