Because of Homestuck... I ask people about their signs, so I can shake my head and giggle.More Like This
When I see a frog, I think of ancient ruins.
Computer games seem more life threatening.
Trolling has taken on an entirely new meaning for me.
I have rethought about the safeness of apple juice.
Starry nights are funnier.
Ghosts are really cool, whether they be green and saved as a computer background or wandering aimlessly around.
Magic 8 balls and cue balls are now very fascinating for me.
I secretly despise Betty Crocker and some baking food products.
I wonder if people can have different colored blood.
Cuttlefish are adorable.
I sendificate my mail.
Social justice bloggers are awkward 19 year olds.
Red sweaters will never be the same.
Cherubs aren't so innocent anymore.
Video games are more exciting.
I go online more often than I should.
Chalk is amazing, and just not something y
Your Leader was Born is a Bathroom -UK X Reader-________ walked up to England, a smirk playing on her face. England looked up from his newspaper, raising a (bushy) eyebrow. "Yes? What do you need, love?"More Like This
"Is it true that Winston Churchill was one of your Prime Ministers?"
He grinned. "Yes, indeed. He was my favorite, too. Got me through the world wars-"
England was interrupted by your laughing, clutching your sides to keep them from splitting. "What's so funny?" You tried to breathe in between giggles. "Your greatest Prime Minister was born in a women's bathroom!"
England's eyes widened. "What the bloody hell are you talking about? He wasn't born in a women's restroom!"
"Yes, he was. It was during a dance"
"No, I'm afraid you are mistaken."
"Yes he was"
You took out your laptop and showed England an online article. England silently scanned the excerpt. " well, I'll be damned..." he muttered. You then gave him a swift kick in the shin. "Bloody hell! What w
England X Reader: Not That DrunkEngland X ReaderMore Like This
Not That Drunk
"Stupid Arthur " you grumbled to yourself, taking another swig of your drink, effectively finishing your 4th beer. " And that stupid, freakin' police force, I tell ya *hic* now, they've stolen my best friend!"
Sighing, you crossed your arms on the bar and nestled your head in comfortably. When you felt someone gently tap you on the shoulder you looked up to see Mathias, a regular at the pub, grinning down at you.
"Hey _____," he said, cheerfully running a hand through his sexy gelled up blonde hair. "Where's Sergeant Bushy-Brows?"
You scoffed at the mention of Arthur and straightened up on your stool, so as to face Mathias properly. "That *hic* bloody git," you growled, mocking the Brit's speech. "has ditched me for the fuzz. The fuzz, Mathias." And with that, you jumped off of your stool, threw your arms in the air and bellowed "THE FUUUUUZZZZZZ!!"
Well, that was when all hell broke loose.
A shady Dutch man in the back of the pub