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  • age: 17
  • where i’m from: The Netherlands
  • where i would like to live: Here. Otherwise I'd go to Austria or Finland...
  • favorite food: Hmm... Shawarma.
  • religion: None
  • sexual orientation: That is actually an excellent question.
  • single/taken: Single
  • favorite book: The Century series by Pierdomenico Baccalario
  • eye colour: Hazel
  • favorite movie: The Sound of Music. Ehehe. Also, Alice in Wonderland 2010
  • favorite tv show(s): Supernatural, Sherlock, Doctor Who
  • favorite band/singer: Linkin Park, Happoradio and Within Temptation
  • random fact about me: I get extremely homesick if I even go out to go camp in the backyard.
  • favorite day of the year: May 5 (IDK?)
  • favorite colour: Green or yellow
  • if i have any pets: Nope.
  • what i’m listening to right now: Stairway to the Skies by Within Temptation
  • last movie i’ve watched: Notting Hill
  • what’s my ringtone: I believe it's Absolutely Invincible British Gentleman
  • favorite male character from a tv show: Oh man... Hey, how about Spencer Shay?
  • favorite female character from a tv show: Ziva David
  • celebrity crush: Matthew Gray Gubler

Source: pheriannaths

thedesolationofhogwarts: getsherlockinmybed: acrumblebatchwithcustardfreeman: doctorspockspaceman: littlemissmece: lady-tyrell: in case you ever forget how to spell curdled milk’s name i made a handy dandy chart you can mix and match! (◠ ◡ ◠✿) its funny because we all know who this is no matter what the combination is this…….is so helpful when I need some quick combinations  Bassdrop Cumberwubwub is his dubstep name. you forgot bendover cumhereyabitch BENDOVER CUMHEREYABITCH
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thedesolationofhogwarts:

getsherlockinmybed:

acrumblebatchwithcustardfreeman:

doctorspockspaceman:

littlemissmece:

lady-tyrell:

in case you ever forget how to spell curdled milk’s name i made a handy dandy chart

you can mix and match! (◠ ◡ ◠✿)

its funny because we all know who this is no matter what the combination is

this…….is so helpful when I need some quick combinations 

Bassdrop Cumberwubwub is his dubstep name.

you forgot bendover cumhereyabitch

BENDOVER CUMHEREYABITCH

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Source: lady-tyrell

watchtheskytonight: 221bitssmallerontheoutside: outercorner: tenoko1: wimey: violethyena: exorin: wimey: getting tickled is seriously the worse kind of torture  this is fucking adorable. Omg, tickling Cas and his wings flailing about. I can only see poor Sam getting thrown into the wall so many times… oki what the FUCK are you guys doingwhat are all those notesare u sickwhatno  Dude. I can picture them finding out Cas is ticklish. Sam would hold his arms while Dean went to town on him until the angel CRIED from laughing so hard and so much. What’s family for if not to exploit your weaknesses for their amusement. And yours. Sam wakes up when something heavy hits his back. He twists away from the wall in the tiny hotel room, hand going for the knife under the mattress, turns to face the threat, and gets a mouthful of feathers. “Dean!” he gasps out, because after gently - as much as possible, at least, with how much they were flapping around and twitching - separating two long feathers to get a good look at the room, he can see Dean has pinned Cas down on the bed and is in the process of tickling the poor angel to death. He has to admit, he’d never heard Cas laugh, not this long or this joyously. And Cas’s face is relaxed, open, mouth wide and head thrown back, hands flailing, as Dean sneaks his fingers into armpits and the soft belly, along the ribs and even in the dips of Cas’s collarbones. Still. Someone has to act the grownup here. “Dean, oh my god, how old are you?” he demands, trying to get off the bed - Cas’s wing is heavy and forceful and slapping at Sam’s chest - and get to Dean. “Let go of him!” Dean pauses, and then lowers his head down to Cas’s ear. They both turn to look at Sam and Sam gets that sinking feeling all younger siblings do when their elder sibling stares at them like that. “No, Dean, don’t even - “ Dean half-pounces, half-flops across to Sam’s bed as Cas pulls his wings back and gives Dean the opportunity to slam Sam down onto the bed. Sam yelps, because he hates being tickled, it is pure torture, and then suddenly Cas is leaning over Sam’s head. “Cas - ” he begins, but that smile hasn’t left Cas’s face and suddenly Cas is tickling him too, and it’s four in the morning and they’re shrieking like toddlers and it is the best fun Sam can remember ever having in a long, long time. YAY. HAPPY FIC! YAY! HAPPY FEELS. PLOT TWIST SOMEBODY DOESN’T DIE IN A TUMBLR FICLET
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watchtheskytonight:

221bitssmallerontheoutside:

outercorner:

tenoko1:

wimey:

violethyena:

exorin:

wimey:

getting tickled is seriously the worse kind of torture 

this is fucking adorable.

Omg, tickling Cas and his wings flailing about. I can only see poor Sam getting thrown into the wall so many times…

oki what the FUCK are you guys doing
what are all those notes
are u sick
what
no 

Dude. I can picture them finding out Cas is ticklish. Sam would hold his arms while Dean went to town on him until the angel CRIED from laughing so hard and so much. What’s family for if not to exploit your weaknesses for their amusement. And yours.

Sam wakes up when something heavy hits his back.

He twists away from the wall in the tiny hotel room, hand going for the knife under the mattress, turns to face the threat, and gets a mouthful of feathers.

“Dean!” he gasps out, because after gently - as much as possible, at least, with how much they were flapping around and twitching - separating two long feathers to get a good look at the room, he can see Dean has pinned Cas down on the bed and is in the process of tickling the poor angel to death.

He has to admit, he’d never heard Cas laugh, not this long or this joyously. And Cas’s face is relaxed, open, mouth wide and head thrown back, hands flailing, as Dean sneaks his fingers into armpits and the soft belly, along the ribs and even in the dips of Cas’s collarbones.

Still. Someone has to act the grownup here.

“Dean, oh my god, how old are you?” he demands, trying to get off the bed - Cas’s wing is heavy and forceful and slapping at Sam’s chest - and get to Dean. “Let go of him!”

Dean pauses, and then lowers his head down to Cas’s ear. They both turn to look at Sam and Sam gets that sinking feeling all younger siblings do when their elder sibling stares at them like that.

“No, Dean, don’t even - “

Dean half-pounces, half-flops across to Sam’s bed as Cas pulls his wings back and gives Dean the opportunity to slam Sam down onto the bed. Sam yelps, because he hates being tickled, it is pure torture, and then suddenly Cas is leaning over Sam’s head.

“Cas - ” he begins, but that smile hasn’t left Cas’s face and suddenly Cas is tickling him too, and it’s four in the morning and they’re shrieking like toddlers and it is the best fun Sam can remember ever having in a long, long time.

YAY. HAPPY FIC! YAY! HAPPY FEELS.

PLOT TWIST SOMEBODY DOESN’T DIE IN A TUMBLR FICLET

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Source: wimey

You know these things where you ‘list twelve of your favourite characters in no particular order’ and then you get all kinds of questions about those characters?
Well, have some masterpieces I created for one of these things.

Iceland/Greece
Iceland recognized that Greece’s situation was far worse than his own. He himself was doing fine now, people had already (mostly) forgotten the banking incident. Still, he was jealous of the nation. He had the sun and his carefree attitude, and what did Iceland have? Bloody volcanoes and the door to Hell. Great. Well, he thought, time to help the Greek economy and take a holiday.
It had nothing to do with Greece the person, of course.
It also didn’t matter that he ended up staying far longer than he has intended.
Or that that was with Greece.

Veneziano/Hungary
It’s only after the fall of the Iron Curtain that Veneziano realizes what he thinks he’s known for a couple hundred years. Hungary would smile at him in a way. Hungary would flip her hair or her skirt. Her hair is shorter now. She mostly wears trousers, and her eyes seem duller. So Veneziano scoops her up in his arms and whispers, “I know now, I understand.” And he’s much older now, and she seems so much younger. He really does understand.

 

The Human Side

nedcan-secret-tulips:

Secret Tulips Exchange
for ectobiolicious 

Prompt: Netherlands proposing to Canada at a world meeting

Notes: In case it is not clear, the first part takes place this April 30th, when the new King of the Netherlands was inaugurated. I think Ned would not be be the kind of guy to go to all the official meetings, instead going and having a party in Amsterdam with his citizens. Then there’s a bit on May 3rd. And then May 5th! I hope you like it, despite it not being very long! I did enjoy writing it. (I was going to call it Being Human, but then I remembered that’s a TV series.)

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“Listen, man, if you want to, then by all means, do it. It’s not that hard.”

 “Denmark, you know it’s… We’re nations, it’s not simple. Not simple at all.” The Netherlands slumped down next to his friend on the grass on the bank of the lake in the middle of Amsterdam, where the two had celebrated Netherlands’s new King and Queen along with the Dutch people. “I’d have to… Ask my government, my King, possibly his government, and I’ll be damned if I have to go ask Queen Elizabeth.”

 Denmark laughed, clapping the other nation on the back. “I don’t think they’ll make a problem out of it, really. Listen here.” He sat up to face Netherlands, serious for once. “We have a human side.”

 “Yeah, and?”

 “And? Humans have free will. They’re not restricted by their bosses, not in the way that we are. They can ask other humans to marry them without having to ask their Queen—”

 “King.”

 “—King for permission!”

 Netherlands rested his head in his hands. “A human side, Denmark. We’re not fully human.”

 “We might as well be. We’re not so different from them.” Denmark tilted his head when Netherlands sighed. “What’s your problem, honestly? It can’t be that you’re both men. As far as I’m concerned, you two are like the most liberal people – countries – on that matter. You can get married all you like. And it’s not as if you have to be afraid he’ll say no. You and Canada… Man, most of us wish we had a fraction of your bond.” He snorted when Netherlands glared at him. “Is that what you’re afraid of?”

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