crypticgays

I turn 16 this March. I remember the first time I saw How To Train Your Dragon at 7 years old. I remember the feeling of the adrenaline rushing through my veins, the awe that never ceases to exist no matter how many times I watch it. This movie series mean so much to me. It's beautifully written, beautifully animated, and don't even get me started on the soundtrack! This movie series felt like it was made for me when it came out and it still does. I read the books (and immediately recognized the "There were dragons when I was a boy..." quote at the end of the movie) after I saw the first movie, memorized scenes of the movie and I know the soundtrack by heart (which is just me humming to the orchestra). The third installment of this film was Perfect. It hit me right where it needed to and I am not ashamed at all to say that the last twenty minutes made me cry. The credits made me cry. It's bittersweet, like I lost something but gained something more. I guess that's how Hiccup and Toothless felt. Thank you Cressida Cowell. Thank you Dreamworks. Thank you Jon Powell. Thank you Dean DeBlois and Chris Sanders. Thank you William Davies, Adam F. Goldberg. Thank you Jay Burachel, America Ferrera, Gerald Butler, and Craig Ferguson for bringing these characters alive. Thank you to all of you for 9 precious years of my childhood.