You are joking, but the soundtrack to httyd is considered as one of the most influential classical orchestra creation of our time. With the amound of motives repeating across the whole movie where each motive has multiple variants depending on the plot of the story we are talking about a full 2 hours long symphony that holds a story on its own. If you have seen the movie before, give it a listen as a whole and i guarantee you that you will be able to keep up storywise just by listening to the soundtrack.
Watch this video explaining JUST first 5 minutes of the movie to see what i mean
Real tired of people judging C3 so harshly. I get it, we ALL loved the nein, but at this point people are expecting something that not even M9 was able to give. There’s nothing wrong with the pacing, there’s nothing wrong with the characters, it took uns SEVENTY episodes to get to Rosohna and we’re getting forgotten gods and moon city 30 episodes into C3 but somehow people are still acting as if nothing’s happening and it’s boring. The first time they fought Ira’s furniture was episode ONE and the ball’s been rolling for Ruidus lore since then. It’s been building up beautifully for 31 episodes and all ya’ll can do is complain.
I can’t even imagine going through the trouble they went through, Marisha building the set, Matt creating this cool ass story, and then seeing them absolutely SHINE on that table every thursday only to have people complaining about everything from the background music to the opening to the party name.
I mean, Ashley is having the time of her damn life and she’s so damn funny as Fearne, Travis is just been a giddy, happy bitch as well, constantly giggling at his own funny shit, I personally don’t even think I’ve seen the both of them have this much FUN. And then we have Marisha KILLING IT as Laudna, who is just a gold mine of a character, Orym, the most flavorful little halfling battle master who I love so much, Imogen, who I can’t WAIT to see go absolutely bananas insane bc we all know it’s coming, Ashton having the craziest, most chaotic class of barbarian I’ve ever seen in my life and FCG… i won’t even say anything for fear of spoiling the story.
This is such a cool campaign with a million overlapping cool concepts, but so many people are so hung up in somehow wanting exactly what they got for C2, they won’t even give it a shot. People have been complaining on chat since ep.1 and MAJORLY overestimating the pacing for the M9, who also had a BUNCH of useless episodes and quests (bc they’re fun!). I’m absolutely not saying people aren’t allowed to complain or comment anything negative but the sheer amount of stuff I’ve read about the Hells is just annoying at this point and I can’t understand why keep watching if you don’t like it.
It should 100% be illegal for companies to make you give them your payment information when you sign up for a free trial version of their product. It is not necessary and there is no good fucking reason for them to do it. It’s blatantly just so they can steal forgetful customers’ money.
oh hey, thanks for reminding me to cancel a free trial i had going on.
Reblog to save an unnecessary charge cause it also reminded me to cancel a trial lol
Life hack: when you HAVE to use a free trial, set a reminder in your calendar for a few days before the trial ends to remind yourself to cancel!
Caleb glanced up at the muffled question, biting back a smile at the sight of a very disgruntled Essek buried in a mound of furs. Only his eyes were visible, and they glared at where Caleb was furiously scrawling down his recollection of the day’s events in Aeor. Only a very dim orb hovered above his journal, casting the barest amount of light. They had both agreed that a fire would be too dangerous after the events of the day. The beasts of the fallen city were patient things, and they had already proven keen enough to wait out the dome if they found it.
“I am used to a fair amount of cold, this is bearable for a while longer,” Caleb said ruefully, recalling many nights huddled beneath nothing but his shabby coat and the fine layer of snow dusted over him. Essek drew him from his memories with a faint noise of disgust.
“Well good for you then,” he sniped. Caleb did smile then, unable to stop it from creasing up his face. “Oh, yes, I suppose you would find it funny.”
Um, can I please get every neighborhood kid and animal to come walk across my driveway? Can I get a cat to just run around on there? This flock of ducks did such an amazing job!
I was 18 months old when my parents built their house. After pouring the concrete slab for the foundation, my father, world’s most sentimental man, carried me down into the hole so he could preserve a single imprint of my little baby foot in the house he was building for me to grow up in.
Naturally, I wriggled loose, so what is actually preserved for posterity in my parents’ basement floor is my mad dash through this glorious new mud pit, followed by my father’s footprints in hot pursuit, a visible scuffle where the fugitive was captured, and then my father’s prints returning to the ladder.
I hope some future archeologist finds your parent’s basement floor because they’re going to lie down on the ground and cry about it.
