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, BBC Sherlock, Supernatural, Free!, Avatar: The Last Airbender/Korra, Pokemon, Naruto, Ookiku Furikabutte, The Avengers, How to Train Your Dragon, Disney, Harry Potter, Sherlock Holmes, Aitsu no Daihonmei, The Amazing Spiderman, The Hunger Games


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

Important Things!

how do you fall out of love is it like falling out of bed because i can do that

i know it’s not tmi tuesday but

i just turned around and looked at my poop

thought ‘shit, man’

and laughed so hard i couldn’t breathe


"sitting on the computer"

what a strange phrase

who thought of it and why did they think it made sense

yes i understand what that means, teacher

you do not have to repeat it ten times

just print it down so i don’t forget what to write in order not to fail


one time i woke up at like 7am in the morning one summer

and it looked really bright out

like the sun was rising the wrong way and i was really scared

i woke up my entire house crying preparing them for the apocalypse and they believed me

it took us an hour to realize we were just idiots

when i die, i don’t want it to be in a hospital

i want to be in a small house or cottage in the middle of nowhere. in the woods, a field, anywhere but in suburbia or the city. i want it to be silent except for the wind or the chirps of crickets and birds. it doesn’t matter which season. it could be as wet and new and spring, as sweltering and green as summer, as dry and colorful as autumn, or as cold and quaint as winter.

i want to be on my porch, my living room, in my bed, and just close my eyes. i want to look out the window and remember why i loved being alive.

and then i’ll be gone.

when someone reblogs my tags i get really happy

like you don’t even have to put them in the text post you can just reblog them as your own tags and i’m happy


sometimes i forget that this awesome person is following me and as a result, i don’t reply or like their personal posts because i don’t want to be creepy.

but then they reblog something of mine and then a well of regret and guilt washes over liKE WE COULD HAVE BEEN BONDING BUT THEN ME DUMB

wouldn’t it be neat if everyone was born with their own instruction manual? like, oh, Sam is crying, turn to page 8. and then there’s everything you need to make them feel better right there.

i was taking down orders for a guest and i recognized the guy ordering but couldn’t remember his name so i took a guess and said “dean!” and he said no his name was Tom but he was the dean of my college i’m gonna cry

sometimes i like to invent situations in which i’d be all sexy and suave. sometimes they include dirty talk and this is how it’d go.

hey there

i’d like to go down on you


well because you’re handsome

and cute

and funny

and sexy

and you’re pretty fly

for a white guy

i couldn’t remember what “dirty talk” was called so my brain substituted it as “sexy talk” instead

i haven’t eaten healthily in so long that i’m actually really excited to eat this salad

okay so nerdy guys are always on about how they want a girl that’s nerdy too and into video gaming or cards or w/e

but that’s what i have you guys for okay you’re all i need in that department

i just want someone to talk about psychological and sociological things with and that will let me force them to the couch/bed and allow me to hug them whenever i want whilst i mutter “you’re so waaaaaaarm and cuuuuuuuuute”