His foot falls were silent. As mountainous of a man he was, there was no crunch, no click of the heel, it was if he didn’t touch the ground at all. Stoick moved listlessly in the dark landscape, the black horizon unfamiliar and strange. His toes sunk into the sand and the waves licked at his feet. There was music, wordless, and haunting. It beckoned and called him, each step bringing him deeper and deeper into the wake.
I want to reclaim Dad Culture on tumblr. I want there to be a counterpoint to the creepy Tumblr Daddies. I want people in ill-fitting polos making gifs with captions like “how was your day, sport?” and “that lawn’s not gonna mow itself!” I wanna see people cooking BBQs over skype, RPing detailed discussions about which power drill to buy. We can’t let those sweaty teens in baggy suits win
so this housewife decided to rewrite the harry potter series into christian books so that her kids wont be reading about witchcraft and i just cant eveN BREATHE BC THIS IS SO HYSTERICAL
read it here:
I’m a Christian and I’m laughing. My parents are some of the most religious people I know and they’re not this bad.
I’m a Christian and I can assure everyone we are not all this bad!
"That’s so dragon-esque." "Stop trying to make dragon-esque happen!"
"Get on, loser. We’re going flying."
"That’s why his prosthesis is so big. It’s full of secrets."
"Nice braid, Astrid. What’s it made of?" "Your mom’s chest hair!"
"I’m not like a regular mom. I’m a crazy feral vigilante dragon lady mom."