Premise: Viggo Slowly Becoming Afraid Of Hiccup. Not Because Of His Skill Or His Intellect Or Toothless,

i just love that, despite wesper being a canon queer ship, both wylan and jesper’s character development don’t revolve on them being queer.

they just are queer, unapologetically.

i can’t believe we had jack wolfe as wylan van eck and netflix fumbled that. like. JACK WOLFE.

leave my ghost found families alone :(((((

Netflix stop cancelling my favorite shows after 1 season challenge

life is so much better when you have a work of fiction to obsess over

kaz and wylan are very much foils, and while much has been said about their similarities and how their stories parallel each other, it’s also worth noting that while kaz gives up his rietveld identity to survive in the barrel, wylan clings to what makes him wylan throughout his time in the barrel. when kaz loses everything, he throws away goodness and honesty; when wylan loses everything, he clings to goodness and honesty because it’s all he has left. they have fundamentally different backgrounds which obviously influence their choices and outlooks on life, but it’s interesting nonetheless!

Summer Flights

Thank you everyone for all the nice and kind comments past few weeks! <3

Portland Row is my home. You and George.

update: i promise im working on it!!! its just slow going with work and school please be patient <3

have this as a teaser:

"Jealous of your desperate and pathetic pining?” George raised an eyebrow. “Absolutely not.”

“I’m not-” Lockwood’s brain stuttered. Desperate? Pining? 

“Don’t even start,” George interrupted, shaking his head. “You’re impossible, Lockwood! You’ve been in love with her since the first day she walked through the bloody door, and the only one who isn’t aware is apparently the two of you.” 

Lockwood felt his mouth drop open, his eyes bulge out of his head. Suddenly, forming a sentence seemed impossible. “W-What-”

“It is quite obvious,” Kipps cut him off. “You’re not subtle in the slightest.”

“Thank you, Kipps,” George sighed. “You don’t even live with them- it’s bloody disgusting. ‘Oh- Luce, do you need help with buttering and cutting your toast? What about your tea, one lump or two? Who am I kidding- I’ve had your favorite tea recipe memorized for a year!’ ‘Oh- Luce, are your hands cold? Let me warm them up with mine!’ ‘Luce, is that my sister’s necklace you’re wearing, or my mother’s?’”

“Alright.” Lockwood interrupted, trying desperately to ignore how hot his face felt. His insides were on fire- no, strike that, everything was on fire. Lockwood was surprised he hadn’t combusted yet. “What’s your point.”

For a moment, Kipps and George just stared at him in silence. George was making that face- the one he made when Lockwood was being dumb about research. “He’s hopeless,” George declared.

who would want a silly locklyle fic placed a few months after the end of the empty grave where they are invited to 2nd fittes ball except they (lockwood) still don’t really know they’re dating yet

i can't believe i had to wait one whole book for a wylan pov smh, i love this lil gay demolitions boy with my whole heart

people say “write what you know” and then get surprised when i hand them 47 pages of unprocessed emotional trauma disguised as fantasy worldbuilding