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I’m going to say this on tumblr because I KNOW the author is on here but there’s this certain she ra fanfic I’ve been following literally since the start and it’s at almost 500k (congrats abt that by the way) and Catra and Adora have had a SINGLE interaction. A SINGLE ONE. And that’s through magic, they were thousands of miles away.

This author is so good at the long game with this slow burn that I can feel my sanity slipping away from me. Every week when they update I’ll stay up and wait for the chapter being like “they won’t interact, this is only act 2 but maybe they’ll mention each other.”

I feel like a little mouse that’s being slowly fed cheese so I can be lured to a mouse trap. Me going insane going i probably have like 3 more months before they even have ANY kind of interaction that isn’t them thinking about each other.

This is NOT a criticism, I hold this in such high regard because I AM GOING INSANE

Found this gold on YouTube

reblog if your name isn't Amanda.

2,121,566 people are not Amanda and counting!

We’ll find you Amanda.

I love the fact that the more you look and analyze Stan’s character more and more, the more tragic and sad it becomes.

Going from silly comedy man to haha im sobbing is not easy.

I’ve been reversed pranked and I am not enjoying it

I have the funny little headcanon that Stan is just causally better at math than Ford now. Now Ford is still very very good at math but in the 30 years he was gone, he mainly used engineering math while Stan used a wide range.

So it’d be really funny for them when sailing across the world, and Ford documenting something using math and Stan will just peak over his shoulder and go “you’re missing a negative.”

It pisses Ford off to no end. (And makes him happy too)

stan is the only member of the pines twins^2 to never make a deal with bill and i think he needs more credit for that.

ford makes, just, so many deals with his demon boyfriend

dipper literally trades his body to bill in sock opera

and while i will die on the hill that it was never her fault, mabel is tricked into making a deal with him for weirdmagenon.

but stan never gets tricked. the only time he comes close was when he was pretending to be ford but that was with the sole purpose of getting bill erased. never does bill get to him or twist his thoughts. for being the "dumb one" he's surprisingly rational in this was.

nobody matches bill intellectually, ford's fatal flaw is that he thought he did, and the pines family wins because they have an emotional core that bill never had (the power of sibling bonding saves the day and i love it) but ill go out on a limb and say that out of everyone, stan is the only one to match bill's street smarts.

bill's a master manipulator but stan is a professional con-artist with no respect for the law, you tell me who's coming out on top.

stan successfully faked his own death, ran a business for 30 years, taught himself some sort of advanced engineering to repair the portal, evaded local, federal and international authorities from the age of 18, and did it all without any support.

and going back to when he pretends to be ford to get bill to enter his mind, that scene makes stan the only character to ever outwit bill.

anyways this has been a stan pines appreciation post, thank you and goodnight

so painful to think about tiny stan pines liking to draw and being so inventive and creative while thinking of himself as "a dumb idiot" and "the stupid twin"

oogh. augh

Nothing, nothing except this photo from the comics

Something I find really interesting about Stan’s character is how he believes fundamentally that he’s the stupid twin. When in reality he really isn’t and that makes for an interesting parallel between what we see and what he himself sees.

Stan has been conditioned from a young age that there’s only one of brilliance. And that’s in Stanford. The simple intelligence of picking up math and being extremely good with scientific research and knowledge. And because that’ll make money easier, their dad conditioned Stanford to be the ‘smart’ twin that was going places.

Stanley has been shown time and time again to be incredibly creative and socially intelligent (even book smarts too! He literally taught himself how to run a portal) but because that’ll wasn’t valued by his Pa it was shunned.

Stan absolutely could have been an author or comic writer but he thought that he couldn’t be. Stan had a future but it was conditioned out of him. He was told that he would only mean something if he was with Ford. He was told to not care about school work because he’s the ‘dumb one’. I firmly believe that Stan could have gotten wonderful grades or gone to college but because he wasn’t the favorite, that wasn’t an option. Stan is incredibly intelligent, he’s just intelligent in an unconventional way. And that unconventional way is kinda what ends up saving the world.

Filbrick pines they can never make me like you.

(Side Note: But there’s also kinda an interesting autism and adhd aspect related to them. Both the twins are heavily neurodivergent coded so I find it interesting that while Fords autism coded behavior and nerdiness because of that helped gain their Pa’s favor, while Stan’s ADHD behavior got him out of their Pa’s favor.)

trying to explain to tumblr that the Middle Class in not their enemy

Reading Sunrise on the reaping made me realize that Haymitch truly didn’t drink ENOUGH.

Drink way Hay Hay you deserve it

I’m always going to believe that Waddles is immortal. No that pig doesn’t have a lifespan what do you mean? He dies when Mabel dies and that’s it.

That pig is going to live on forever

SOTR SPOILERS

What if Burdock survived but Prim still got reaped and so Katniss still volunteered.

So now he has to face his old best friend who has never sent back a kid in 24 years. He has to face his best friend in order to try and save his daughter.

And Haymitch does it. He brings her AND Peeta back. So now Burdock has a traumatized teenager in the exact same situation as Haymitch once was and he was no idea what to do.

Now he lives in the Victors Village and sees Haymitch so often that he can’t help but miss him. Peeta and Katniss force family dinners so they have to see each other.

Katniss being in the same situation as 16 Haymitch with Snow coming over to threaten to their family and Burdock finally understands why Haymitch drove them away.

Katniss and Haymitch bonding because he knows the horrors she’s been through and she finally has the uncle she was meant to have.

Haymitch and Brudock are family again.

And somehow, despite everything. It all works out.

Katniss's Narration vs Haymitch's Narration

coriolanus snow projecting his insecurities about covey girls onto 15yo haymitch abernathy will never not be funny to me

katniss: how do you think haymitch won the games?

peeta: he outsmarted the others

haymitch in his games: drinks poison water, falls asleep in a blueberry patch without attempting to cover his tracks, tries to pet a bunny during the countdown, makes an alarming number of bunny-related decisions in general

inner monologues of the hunger games characters: coriolanus snow: deranged insecure manipulative sociopath with every attachment issue ever haymitch abernathy: dork who happens to be charismatic and tends to switch between smart and stupid constantly katniss everdeen: autistic

Do you think Burdock ever saw Haymitch in Katniss because they’re so similar.

Do you think he would miss what his best friend could have to been to Katniss and the bond they could have had because they’re were so similar?

Like Katniss and Burdock would be hanging out in the woods and Katniss would do something so similar to Haymitch that he wouldn’t help but mourn?

Just a thought

Thinking about Edward Elric as the Amestrian Military's specialest little unfireable boy

State alchemists can be fired for underperforming. We know this up front from the likes of Shou Tucker. And this makes a ton of sense from the homunculi's standpoint since the state alchemists are sacrifice candidates, and the homunculi would want to cull the weakest candidates and focus only on cultivating the strongest ones who stand the best chance of opening the portal.

........Then there's Edward. Who's already opened the portal.

There's no need to cultivate him. No gamble taken on whether he's good enough to open the portal. He passed the final test already. Graduated 4 semesters early.

And as such, has a free pass to do Absolute Fuck All.

And I'm imagining how funny this is from like an outside perspective.

Some newish state alchemist who'd only ever read up on the stories of Edward Elric, ready and excited to start their career of being paid handsomely with endless freedom to research and travel and do anything they want in the pursuit of science... surprised and confused to find themselves put on probation their first month for things like "ignoring orders." Which is, as best they had thought, a famous Edward Elric pastime.

Roy showing a slight bit of stress about his yearly state alchemist report, and Ed just snorting and rolling his eyes at Roy because every year HE just hastily does his on the train ride over (canon in the manga, a travesty it was left out of the anime) and it gets rubber stamped. Ed not realizing that other alchemists' reports get genuinely scrutinized and torn apart while Ed is free to turn in whatever absolute bullshit he thinks of 36 hours ahead of time. One year his report was about whether alchemy could be done via dance (conclusion: no it can't) and no one cared. Roy WANTS to tell Ed there's some kind of unknown favoritism around Ed making him literally bullet-proof but Roy has no way to phrase this that doesn't sound like he's just in denial and mad at how good Ed's train-reports are.

Guy from the Internal Amestrian Affairs sector who's responsible for auditing other internal military personel for any suspicious activity hitting about 1 million red flags for Edward Elric, issuing a STRONG and URGENT recommendation to suspend the alchemist pending further investigation into things like "literal bunk-buddies with two members of the Xingese royalty (enemy nation)" and "spent $10,000,000 of his stipend on a librarian to make her re-copy (what he seemed to interpret as?) military records in some extremely transparent effort to unearth state secrets (it was a recipe book but he was literally asking her about state secrets)" and "literally has never once obeyed an order, ever, not even once in his career, and is on public record having said 'I do not care about the goals and protections of the Amestrian Military. I am in fact only pursuing my own interests several of which are diametrically opposed to the safety and well-being of the governing body of Amestris'"

The issued recommendation is intercepted before it even reaches its intended desk. President Bradley himself has taken issue with it and denies it before a single set of eyes has seen it. The President's veto stamp is a terrifying hammer, used rarely, and it is now sitting on the auditor's desk.

The auditor sleeps with one eye open from then on out.

How I long to see her face now

Her starry, moonlit gaze now

I know she's never late, still anxiously I wait

Patient is the night

Happy Tenth Anniversary to my favorite animated show of all time!

Here's another 3 MILLION alternate versions because i'm that indecisive

Do you think they ever pieced together what happened or were they always like “wow that was a weird shared dream we both had” ?

The Vikings Bride (3)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63436504

Rating: G

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Astrid Hofferson

Words: 4.7K

Chapter 3/?

Summary:

Astrid truly didn’t pay much actual attention to the farm boy who tended to the dragons. Still, nothing gave her as much pleasure as ordering Hiccup around. “Farm boy, tend to Stormfly.” She would snap. “Clean the stables!” She would order. Farm boy, do this. Do that. And every time without fail he would say, “as you wish.” It was all he ever said to her.

Princess Bride AU

Tuffnut Thorston lived by three things at the age of 22. 

Guacamole.

Toenails.

And sword fighting. 

Which is why Tuffnut was delighted to be fighting the man in black. He placed his hand on his sword and looked over the edge. The man in black looked up and Tuffnut could make out auburn hair sticking out the back of the mask with two small braids. There was reddish brown stubble dotting his chin and jawline. 

The man in black looked up and raised an eyebrow, “mind giving me a hand?”

Tuffnut shook his head sadly, “I’m afraid I can’t. You see, my job is to kill you.”

“Well that puts a damper on our relationship don’t you think?”

Tuffnut paused and walked around for about two minutes before he looked over again. “Would it help if I tossed you the rope?” 

“Well not really, if you kill me the moment my foot touches the ground.”

Tuffnut looked past the man in black’s head to see he had a peg leg. Though it seemed to be spiky now rather than smooth like it was when Tuffnut last saw it earlier. 

Tuffnut looked around and huffed and breakdanced for a bit before he got bored again. He looked over to see that the man in black had barely moved.

“Will you let me toss the rope if I promise not to kill you?” 

“Maybe. You might just have to wait.” The man in black grunted out.

“I hate waiting,” Tuffnut muttered. “What if I swear on my best friend and confidant, Chicken.”

“What?” The man asked incredulously.

“Sorry my bad,” Tuffnut cleared his throat. “I swear on my being a Spaniard.”

“That won’t do. I know far too many Spaniards.”

Tuffnut sighed, looked around and saw his crusty bare feet. He looked at the man in black in determination. “I swear on the soul and blood of my sister Ruffnut Thorston, you will reach the top alive. If not, I shall mix our blood together and we can become blood brothers. Or I will give you my right pinky toenail.” 

The man in black blinked then sighed, “throw me the rope.” 

Tuffnut unwound the rope and threw it down. The man in black started climbing and was soon on his feet…er foot. He nodded at Tuffnut in thanks and moved to unsheathe his sword. 

Tuffnut put a hand up, “It’s okay bro, we can wait until you’re ready.”

The man in black nodded again and sat down on a rock. “Thank you. Truly.”

Tuffnut sat on a rock opposite and watched as the man in black changed his prosthetic to a normal walking one and took off his other boot to let loose rocks tumble out of it.

Now that Tuffnut had time…”Do you happen to have six fingers on your right hand?” Tuffnut asked.

The man in black paused and looked at Tuffnut with squinted eyes, “do you always start conversations this way?” 

“You see, my man, my sister is floating with the masses of gas in the sky known as stars. And she was murdered by a six fingered woman.”

“Pretty sure I’m not a woman.” 

“You can never be too sure. It’s been 10 years. I’m running out of people to question.”

The man in black raised a gloved hand to show 5 fingers and went back to getting rocks out of his boot. “I’m sure she’s very proud of you and watching over you in Valhalla.” 

“She was the best mace maker in Berserker. 10 years ago, when we were both 12, the six-fingered woman appeared and requested a very special weapon. Ruffnut took the job. She put her blood, sweat, tears and other fluids into that weapon for an entire year.” Tuffnut grabbed the mace from his back and gave it to the man in black to examine. He ran his fingers through his very manly, very real beard.

“Remarkable craftsmanship.” The man in black noted.

“After Macey was done, the six-fingered woman returned and refused to pay, saying she wanted an axe. Ruffnut took that as a challenge and they had a classic Thorston duel to the death. Ruffnut was murdered I say! Murdered!” Tuffnut burst into tears then stopped after an awkward silence of the man in black just watching him. 

“I loved my sister. So naturally I took Macey and challenged the six fingered woman to a duel to the death as well. She left me alive but gave me this-” Tuffnut traced scar lines that went just above both cheekbones. “I have been training the ultimate Thorston battle stances with Macey for 10 whole years. So the next time we meet, I will not fail.”

Tuffnut felt a breeze go through his hair and he looked up dramatically, “Next time, the one Tuffnut Thorston will not fail. And I will say this-” Tuffnut nodded solemnly, “Hello. My name is Tuffnut Thorston. You killed my sister.” Dramatic pause…”Prepare to die.” 

…

“Well…” The man in black trailed off but seemed to gain his footing (foot technically), “Good for you.” 

Tuffnut clenched his fist and looked straight into the sun and despite the burning in his eyes said, “I must not lose hope. Even if it has been 10 years.” Tuffnut looked at the man in black and shrugged, “I just work for Snotlout to pay the bills.”

The man in black took a deep breath and shrugged, “Well.” He said, getting up to his feet. “I hope you find her someday.” 

“You ready?”

“As I'll ever be.” The man in black grabbed a blade handle from his thigh.

“You are going to fight with that? I mean, I support it but I’m pretty sure your goal is to live right?”

“Just watch.” The man said with an air of flare before a hollow sword slipped out of the hilt and set on fire.

“Wow…just think of the things you could explode with that thing.” Tuffnut got into stance with Macey at the ready, in his left hand. “You seem like a decent fellow. I hate to kill you.”

The man in black shrugged, “You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die.”

They watched each other for a few moments before Tuffnut striked first, swinging Macey around in a wide arch. The man in black backed up, his peg leg being uneven against the rocky terrain. Tuffnut advanced but the man in black is very impressive. He blocks every strike and keeps his ground. Tuffnut feels adrenaline pumping through his veins and fights off the wave of excitement that courses through him at the thought of a challenging fight. A shame that he’s only using his left hand though. The man in right is using his right hand so it really is unfortunate when Tuffnut starts using his right. Tuffnut is almost sad they didn't become blood brothers before Tuffnut had to kill the man in black.

“What amazing form you have!” Tuffnut comments as they reach the top of the terrain.

“I’ve never fought against a mace before. I think it figured it out.” The man in black blocks another swing from Macey with his flaming hollow sword. Now Tuffnut was the one being pushed back. 

“I admit it. You are better than I am.” Tuffnut reached the ledge and he backflipped off while the man in black simply jumped off and stumbled a bit. Tuffnut felt a felt smile fit on his face. Time for some ultimate Thorston fighting.

“Then why are you smiling?” The man in black asked in confusion.

Tuffnut was pushed to the edge of the cliff before he gleefully said, “Because I know something you don’t! I am not left handed.” Tuffnut tossed Macey to his right and immediately pushed the man in black back. 

He was struggling and Tuffnut was gaining the upper hand. The sounds of the flames on his sword and the clanks of Macey filled the air. The man in black was pushed to a wall on upper ground and it was clearly taking a lot of strength to hold back the mace with his sword. 

“You’re incredible!” The man commented with a smirk.

“I have to be after 10 years,” Tuffnut furrowed his brow in confusion. “But why are you smiling?”

“I know something you don’t,” the man in black grunted out before putting his full force into pushing Tuffnut back. With an air of flamboyance, the man black raised his eyebrows and grinned, “I’m not right handed!” He elegantly tossed his sword in the air and caught it with his left. He cut through the air a few times before pointing the flaming sword at Tuffnuts chest. 

With increased vigor the man in black fought against Tuffnut. Slash after slash. Macey was hit out of Tuffnut’s hand and flew across the rocky area, down below. Tuffnut looked at Macey and back at the man in black who now just seemed amused. Tuffnut ran and jumped towards Macey, grabbing onto a handlebar before sadly dropping down with a loud and ungraceful thunk. Tuffnut scrambled to grab Macey. The man in black flung his sword and it stuck in the ground, hilt upright. He ran and jumped, grabbing onto the handlebar. He swung and landed right next to his sword, picking it up and pointing it at Tuffnut. 

“...Who are you?”

“No one of consequence.” The man in black swiftly replied.

Tuffnut pouted, “I must know,”

The man in black shrugged, “get used to disappointment.”

They charged at each other again. Going up and down. The man in black blocked every strike. Tuffnut felt his arms starting to go out and blindly swung his mace around frantically. The man in black’s sword flames went near his hand and he dropped Macey. Going to his knees with his hands in the air, the man in black circled him, with his sword at Tuffnut’s throat.

“Despite our charming Viking demeanor, I don’t want to kill you,” the man in black said from behind Tuffnut. “But I can’t have you following me either.” 

There was a smack to his head, pain and then darkness. 

It would honestly be an honor for it to be showcased in the next chapter! I’ve been loving Defiance and I’ve been reading it for around half a year haha.

The wings she has are very much used for song birds. Speaking out basically. And with what the wings are used for, I thought it fit for her story in the fic :)

I’ve been reading the fic Defiance for a while and Adora’s new look in it gave me inspiration to draw. I LOVE winged people. So much. 400k words in and I don’t remember if they mention lighting scars but I gave it to her anyway.

Also they didn’t mention what type of bird wings she has so I gave Adora Elliptical wings! They are used for short fast bursts of flight and are good for quick maneuvers :)

The finished version!

I’ve been reading the fic Defiance for a while and Adora’s new look in it gave me inspiration to draw. I LOVE winged people. So much. 400k words in and I don’t remember if they mention lighting scars but I gave it to her anyway.

Also they didn’t mention what type of bird wings she has so I gave Adora Elliptical wings! They are used for short fast bursts of flight and are good for quick maneuvers :)

I’ve been reading the fic Defiance for a while and Adora’s new look in it gave me inspiration to draw. I LOVE winged people. So much. 400k words in and I don’t remember if they mention lighting scars but I gave it to her anyway.

Also they didn’t mention what type of bird wings she has so I gave Adora Elliptical wings! They are used for short fast bursts of flight and are good for quick maneuvers :)

The Vikings Bride (2)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63436504

Rating: G

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Astrid Hofferson

Words: 3K

Chapter 2/?

Summary:

Astrid truly didn’t pay much actual attention to the farm boy who tended to the dragons. Still, nothing gave her as much pleasure as ordering Hiccup around. “Farm boy, tend to Stormfly.” She would snap. “Clean the stables!” She would order. Farm boy, do this. Do that. And every time without fail he would say, “as you wish.” It was all he ever said to her.

Princess Bride AU

Astrid woke up with a pounding headache. It was dark out and the boat she was on, rocked back and forth uncomfortably. 

Looking around she saw that Stormfly was nowhere to be found while the three men were mingling around the boat. The man with the beard seemed to be steering and every minute or so would look back into the waters as if something was there. He suddenly looked back and their eyes met. He grinned. Irritation stirred in her gut. 

“Oh! The princesa is awake, Snotlout!”

The black haired man or Snotlout looked back at her and smiled smugly.

“My my, look who's awake! Get enough beauty rest?”

“You obviously didn’t.” She spat. “Now let me go right now or I'll have your neck be a chopping board.”

Snotlout sneered, “you should worry about your own neck, Your Highness.” He paused when the fake bearded man kept looking back. “Stop that Tuffnut and relax! The job is almost done.” He kicked worn soles onto a crate.

Tuffnut looked back once more, “Either somebody is following us or the ghost of Snoggletog past is coming to haunt us.”

Snotlout snorted, “It would be inconceivable! No one in Berk or any Berserker knows what we have done.” 

The other blonde looked ahead at where the supposed ghost was and furrowed his brows, “Um, Snotlout. Something is there.”

“What?!” Snotlout exclaimed. He got up to look over the desk into the distance. Tuffnut and the tall man did as well. Astrid took this as her cue to try and swim back to land. She found a nail on the side and started to get the ropes that bound her hands off. After a couple of seconds they were off. Astrid didn’t listen to the conversation the other three were having. She heard the word, “eel”, before she jumped overboard. 

She gasped at the cold water and felt the strain in her muscles as she started to swim away. She vaguely heard shouting from the ship but the feeling of something slimy brushing against her leg had her screaming and flinching away. 

“Stormfly!” She called desperately. “Stormfly!” 

Long, patterned creatures shrieked long awful sounds while they swam around her. Her breathing picked up and she felt like her lungs were constricted. 

This wasn't how she wanted to die. She wanted to die fighting for her country, not being eaten by eels. 

She was suddenly ripped out of the water by a large hand and dropped onto deck. Looking down at her hands, she sees they are trembling. She feels the cold water soak into her clothes and bones. Her wet hair drips from her shoulder and is falling out of her braid. 

Snotlout grabs her shaky hands, ties them up and drops a massive fluffy blanket on her. 

“I think the ghost is getting closer.” Tuffnut says. 

“Shut up and sail on!” Snotlout snaps.

It’s hours later when she’s dry and napped for about 30 minutes that they start to reach any semblance of land. The sun is rising, the sky a mix of oranges and purples. 

“The ghost is here! The ship is right on top of us!” Tuffnut yelled in alarm. 

Astrid looked back to see a small ship in the distance with a black silhouette standing atop it. 

“Well he’s out of luck then! Only Fishlegs can get us up so it’ll be hours before he will reach us.”

Snotlout, Fishlegs and Tuffnut docked the ship at cliffs that stretched high above. They were steep with jagged edges. The Cliffs of Insanity. She was strapped to Fishlegs as were the rest of the group. There was a rope that stretched all the way to the top. Fishlegs grabbed a firm hold and started climbing. It was a few minutes later that Astrid looked down and saw that the man in black’s ship stopped just right besides there and the man hopped off. She caught a glint of metal. The man was missing part of his left leg, just below the knee, and it was replaced by a metal prosthetic. Huh. She couldn’t make much out of him besides the fact that he was scrawny looking and maybe tall. It was hard to tell from this high up. 

Snotlout was yelling in her ear. She scowled. She wished she had her axe with her. 

“He’s gaining on us?!” Snotlout shouted. “Inconceivable!” 

Astrid looked down and saw the man in black was climbing the rope at an alarming rate. He was wearing a mask that covered half of his face and his body was covered in dark leather armor. 

“Wow. He has good upper arm strength.” Tuffnut commented. 

“Move faster Fishlegs!” Snotlout screeched.

“I’m…going as fast…as I can.” Fishlegs gasped out. 

“Yeah Snotman, there are four of us and only one of him. Geez.” 

Snotlout groaned, “I hired you! Do your job!” 

They kept climbing and the man in black kept gaining ground on them. They reached the edge of the cliff and Tuffnut climbed on the ledge, pulled her up, dumped her on the ground and pulled Snotlout up. Snotlout immediately ran to the rock the rope was tied to and started cutting it with a dagger. Right as Fishlegs made it onto the edge, the rope snapped and rushed past them into the abyss below. The three kidnappers ran over and peaked over the edge. 

“You were right, Tuffnut,” Fishlegs said in awe. “He does have very good arms”

Snotlout scowled and turned red. “He didn’t fall?! Snotlout exclaimed. “Inconceivable!” 

“You keep using that word. I don’t think it means what you think it means.” Tuffnut said then looked down. “Oh Thor, he’s climbing. He would be a good rock climber in another time and place.” 

Snotlout pointed at her and then at Fishlegs. “Go grab her. Tuffnut you stay behind. If he falls, he falls. If he doesn’t, kill him yourself.” 

Astrid startled when Fishlegs came towards her and she quickly got to her feet and bolted. She must have lost her shoes sometime in the earlier hours because she felt the rough cobblestone against her soles and then the prickly feeling of grass. 

“Get her! I’ll deal with Tuffnut.” Snotlout ordered in the background then there was the sound of two claps. Then a thudding sound of feet came rushing towards her. Astrid may be fast and she may be strong, both are something she prides herself in. But whatever state Fishlegs is in and the sheer height that he possesses lead to him quickly catching up and grabbing her by the arms. She struggles in his grip but to no avail. A few minutes pass and Snotlout walks over.

“Idiot is going to duel the man with his left hand. Inconceivable!” Snotlout claps twice and Fishlegs grip loosens to be not painful. She cranes her neck to see him blink in confusion.

“He should be careful. People in masks cannot be trusted.” 

Snotlout nods like what Fishlegs is sprouting is actual facts. Then he turns to her and smirks, “you really should try not to run away. You know what happened last time you tried.” He gestures to her half undone braid and her rumbled clothes.

She sneers and struggles in Fishlegs grip, “Let me go you son of a half-troll, rat eating, munge bucket! I can’t wait to chop you to pieces!”

Snotlout rolls his eyes and pats her on the head in fake sympathy. She bites his hand.

I love the fact that there are multiple timelines where the line twins didn’t survive.

It makes rewatching Gravity Falls that much darker