You can call me J e l l e I'm sixteen currently, though that's subject to change on an anual basis.
This page is a clusterfuck of fandoms, including but not limited to; Doctor Who, Homestuck, Glee, Game of Thrones, Supernatural, Adventure Time, and whatever else i choose to dabble in. I really like using words, words are fantastic. I am very wordy, because words. That is all I believe, enjoy your stay !
so this guy who suffers from premature ejaculation comes out of nowhere
(via simbanut)
Yeah but can you imagine:
Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Sorcerer’s Stone
Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Chamber of Secrets
Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Prisoner of Azkaban
Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Goblet of Fire
Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Order of the Pheonix
Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Half-Blood Prince
Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Deathly Hallows
Has a nice ring to it
ACTUAL PROOF I HAD SEX WITH LILY EVANS AND THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN
JAMES WHAT WERE YOU DOING WITH PADFOOT
ACTUALY PROOF I HAD SEX WITH LILY EVANS AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE
NEVERMIND THAT, HE ALSO GOT FREAKY WITH SNAPE.
ACTUAL PROOF THAT I HAD SEX WITH LILY EVANS AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX
THE ENTIRE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX
JAMES
I HOPE YOU USED PROTECTION
IT’S ON MY DASH AGAIN
This caused me to turn into a cackling witch laugh.
(Source: zuckerwattetraum, via simbanut)
one time this girl in my biology class got expelled for doing pot in the girl’s room, and my biology teacher said, “why was she messing around with that stuff?”
and this guy said “she does it to lose weight”
and my teacher just sat down and put her head down for a second before saying “it makes you hungry. it. makes. you. hungry.”
(Source: bellsproutz, via the-timelord-girl-who-hunts)
When I was little, I used to think it was silly that they put the “external use only” label on bottles because no one would want to eat a bottle of aloe vera, but after reading fanfiction, I know who those warnings are meant for
UNTIL I READ THIS I GENUINELY STILL THOUGHT THAT THE PURPOSE OF THOSE LABELS WAS TO STOP PEOPLE EATING THE PRODUCT
FUKCKK
(Source: thorsies, via the-timelord-girl-who-hunts)
let me explain you a thing
Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present a British national Icon…
(Source: brightandalarming, via totalspiffage)
i can’t stop laughing omfg i love drake so much
elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:
i-m-just-another-stolen-relic:
andiamburdenedwithgloriousfeels:
concernedresidentofbakerstreet:
I BET THAT IF TWO KIDS LIVED IN THOSE TWO HOUSES THAT THEY WOULD COME OUT ON THEIR ALMOST CONJOINING ROOFS OUTSIDE THEIR BEDROOM WINDOWS AND TALK AND BE BEST FRIENDS AND FALL IN LOVE.
I will not write fluff to that. I won’t. No.
LUCY I FOUND IT
They stared out the window at each other, confused. The man across was the first to give him a small smile. He opened the window and belted across.”Hi there!” The other man opened his window and grinned.
“New here?”
“Yeah, I figured I should move somewhere close to my college campus.”
“You go there too?”
“Mmhm, I hear it’s really nice there. More to offer in education.”
“It is, I think you’ll like it there.”
“So.. Um, what’s your name?”“Names Dean.”
“I’m Castiel.”
OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD
*dead*
Even though he was only eight, Sherlock knew a lot. And one of the things he knew was that he hated his family.
However, once he got to the one place he knew nobody would bother him at, he found it already occupied.
The first thing he noticed about the little blonde boy was that he had been crying. The second was that he was wearing a pair of unplugged headphones.
Said little blonde boy didn’t even notice Sherlock until he spoke up. “Why are you crying?” the future consulting detective asked.The boy looked up, running his arm across his eyes. “I- I’m not,” he said.
Sherlock narrowed his eyes. “Your eyes are red and puffy, and your nose is runny. You’re wearing headphones, but they’re not plugged into anything and you’re window is closed, so you’re trying to block a noise out. Probably fighting going on in your house. If it were just anybody fighting, you wouldn’t be this upset, so it’s probably family. I would ask again why you were crying, but it appears I’ve already figured it out.”
The blonde child looked up at the dark-haired one, sadness in his eyes replaced by astonishment. “Y-yeah. That was amazing!”“I know, I’ve been told multiple times. Aren’t you cold out here?”
“Yeah, a little bit.”
“Be right back.” Before the blonde child could protest, Sherlock had scurried back into his window. Just when he was sure the curly-haired boy wasn’t coming back, Sherlock emerged carrying a blanket and two mugs of hot cocoa. Setting the blanket down, he then handed the smaller boy one mug.
Surprised, the blonde took the mug. “Thanks,” he said quietly. “What’s your name?”
“Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes.”
The giggle that erupted from the other boy took Sherlock by surprise. “What’s so funny?” he asked defensively.
“Nothing. It’s just, your name’s different. Mine’s boring. I’m John Watson,” the boy said, extending his hand.Sherlock took John’s hand, shaking it. What neither of them knew was that throughout the years, shaking a hand would evolve into holding one.
IT GOT BETTER
MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS!!!!
Merlin, after waiting for Arthur for so many years, had nearly given up. He was never going to be back. Something had happened. He sighed and looked out of the window of his new home.
What he saw changed everything. A young, blonde man sat on the roof opposite his house. He immediately flung open his window to cry out to him.
“Arthur!” he shouted with delight. The man looked at him suspiciously.
“How did you know my name?” he finally said. “And who are you?”
Merlin stared at Arthur in disappointment. “That’s right… You wouldn’t remember,” he mumbled, and before Arthur could ask what he meant, he smiled. “My name is Merlin. And…” he paused to think of what to say to him. “I… had a friend named Arthur. You look like him.” He looked down, his smile fading.
Arthur stared curiously at the young, dark-haired man. “Like in Camelot?” he wondered aloud.
Merlin glanced back at him, and chuckled. “Exactly like Camelot.”
Arthur smiled. “Well, Merlin, come sit with me. I’m sure we can be great friends.”
Little did Arthur know of their friendship. Their love for one another. Merlin would just have to teach him again. It didn’t matter how long it would take. Arthur was back, and Merlin wasn’t alone.
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