Hello! My name is Nykolle. You can call me that, doodle, or anything you deem suitable.

This is mostly a multi-fandom blog, mixed with things I find amusing/interesting. I take no responsibility for the terror your eyes will undoubtedly witness here. Feel free to chat with me or ask any kind of questions! I am not shy and am willing to help to the best of my abilities. The bolded is what I am reblogging most at this time of year.

Contact: nykollenyx@gmail.com

Things I like:

Shingeki no Kyojin, Game of Thrones, Evangelion, Lord of the Rings, American Horror Story, The Social Network, BBC Sherlock, Supernatural, Glee, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Pokemon, Naruto, Ookiku Furikabutte, The Avengers, Disney, Harry Potter, Sherlock Holmes, Aitsu no Daihonmei, The Amazing Spiderman, The Hunger Games

Other:

Animals, These Lovely Ladies, Funny Tag, Feminism, Personal

Important Things!

jesseeisenbergfactoftheday:

Jesse Eisenberg used to be scared of swimming, because his mother had recurring dreams in which he drowned.


“When I started leaving the house to go to elementary school, my  overprotective mother began to have nightmares of me drowning. To make  sure they weren’t real, she would slip into my bedroom in the middle of  the night to check on me. When I woke up to the sound of her  hyperventilating, she would say, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I just had a  dream we were in a canoe that capsized and I couldn’t save you. Go back  to sleep.”Other times she’d wait until morning. “Had another  dream last night,” she would casually remark while packing my lunch bag  for school.“Did I drown?”“Yep. In a sailboat.”“Oh.”“Have a great day, sweetie.”

jesseeisenbergfactoftheday:

Jesse Eisenberg used to be scared of swimming, because his mother had recurring dreams in which he drowned.

“When I started leaving the house to go to elementary school, my overprotective mother began to have nightmares of me drowning. To make sure they weren’t real, she would slip into my bedroom in the middle of the night to check on me. When I woke up to the sound of her hyperventilating, she would say, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I just had a dream we were in a canoe that capsized and I couldn’t save you. Go back to sleep.”

Other times she’d wait until morning. “Had another dream last night,” she would casually remark while packing my lunch bag for school.

“Did I drown?”

“Yep. In a sailboat.”

“Oh.”

“Have a great day, sweetie.”