General Sarcasm
Mm, hey there. I'm Jeanny. (Yes, with an "a".) Just your usual inquisitive blogger who enjoys drawing and playing the piano.
My blog mostly consists of: Hetalia, Homestuck, Supernatural, Glee, Merlin, Sherlock, and little splotches of other fandoms.
So. Um. The end?
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Photoset reblogged from Shut Up Merlin
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Post reblogged from Not all those who wander are lost
“I just don’t understand why she dumped me.” Matthew mumbled, spooning more ice cream into his mouth.
His Prime Minister just nodded, murmuring some incomprehensible but still vaguely comforting words. He really needed to finish reading this proposal and he did not have time to stroke his nation’s ego. Besides, Matthew had set up a pity fort on his couch and was cuddled around a tub of chocolate ice cream. If he had not brought a spoon, Matthew would be eating it with his fingers.
Matthew sighed, “I told her I was in politics. What else could I possibly talk about?”
“The Tim Hortons menu?” The human offered, flipping the page. “Matthew, would you like me to set up a meeting with Belgium? You like her.”
“I don’t need a play-date, Stephen.” Matthew snapped. There was a beat of silence, then, “Yeah, that’d be nice.”
The two sat in silence.
“Maybe I could strike something back up with Alfred. No, no…he’s clingy.” Matthew tapped the spoon against his lips. “Francis is generally good for no-strings-attached but he likes to make fun of my French. I’m sorry, but Parisian French is for Frenchman and pussies—”
Here, the Prime Minister tuned out the nation.
“—Nah, maybe I’ll take a break. Besides, you don’t like it when I sleep with other men.”
The Prime Minister’s head snapped up. “Matthew!” He said, scandalized. “That is not what I said. I said you need to stop having sex on your desk at Parliament. Please stop purposely misconstruing my words.”
Matthew ignored him, blithely continuing, “Hey, on a scale of 1 to 10, how attractive am I?”
“Miss Canada.” The aide, whom neither of them noticed enter, said shyly, setting a stack of papers on the Prime Minister’s desk. Then he scurried out.
Matthew watched him leave. His Boss told him, loudly and in no uncertain terms, that he was not to hit on staff.
“Can I at least make him a minister?”
“No.”
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Post reblogged from boku no dannu kun
is it rude to kill yourself in the middle of class
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Photo reblogged from The Rainbow Connection
O
M
FUCKING
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is that rabbit sniffing a face down person in the background
(Source: lovelylops)
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Post reblogged from Rogue of Time
you know, the eyelash kisses uvu
did this for synne after we tried exploring the beauties this otp has to offer hehehe
