"thats How Its Done, I Guess" Hiccup Is So Real For That

i forgot i joined so many communities so i had thousands of notifications grom here 😵‍💫😭

i just cleared it all out😭😭

RACCOON the school wifis so bad my phone started working better after disconnecting it from the wifi

also getting used to typing on my phone after spending so much time on a big ass screen is so ood 😵‍💫

just got to school but didn't fall asleep till 6 something 😞

mum didn't wake dad up till 830(school starts at 845) so very late

been reading for majority of the day :3

we gotta lock in chat

to bad i cant bring my ender dragon plushie to the movie but it is dirty and has a sound box :(

this just to funny XD

🐇 🥦 vs class A

Rambles from reading 2

fic: Unsinkable by chapt 40/51

holy shit he lives hes also gonna be in for a couple of surprises, knowing his ass though he prob wont be surprised at all

oooOo fancy the bed next to the window

a lot of things end up unsettling din

LMFAO NO NEED TO CALL HIM OUT LIKE THAT-" “However,” he clipped out and lifted a stern finger, “you are still in recovery. You will be kept under observation for another day, then, should your condition be cleared as stable, you will be discharged with an aftercare plan. Do I make myself clear?”

Ezra turned to Omega with a mischievous grin. “How to tell Din’s been in this medcentre before.” "

ooo i forgot that the slugshot had become heated shrap metal yikes forever(pls get my ref ＞﹏＜)

damn he started resenting him reeeaaall fast

dude went from hating hm to defending him so fast

bro you literally just assumed

"Can I offer you my customary assurance that this is all gonna be fine in the end in this trying time? Because it will be. Promise. I pinky promise. I double pinky promise." im really not sure of that author

-anyways another chapter done im gonna stop typing these out for tonight but ill still be reading :3- Good night/morning/afternoon

the third one's about to start :3

literally

when you come up with a cool idea and think “i should draw that” and along comes the soul crushing realization that you’re about as good at drawing as a 3 year old with a pack of ketchup