#pendragonsandsons

[vague-fox]

thank you for the follow, you're the prettiest rose of them all （*´▽*♥

aaaaaaaaah thank you so much for the compliment! you yourself are quite the fine rose it’s a pleasure to follow you, you have an adorable blog (●´∀｀●)

keep being awesome

(too many goats there, apologies)

[sleepwalk-living]

Watson: I have six followers.

Me: One day you'll pass me in followers and is2g I will cry.

Watson: ill make 20000 accounts and follow you don't worry bout it

[sleepwalk-living]

Hey, some of you should go follow PendragonsAndSons. She's fab and new(she used to have a Tumblr but then became a butt and deleted) and Cuban. The dear likes Merlin, Sherlock, SPN, WTNV, HP, RoosterTeeth and a bunch of other random fandom stuff.

Though if she goes into hiatus, feel free to unfollow her sorry ass.

[sleepwalk-living]

Yesterday and the day before, she was talking to me about how bonding fanfiction and stuff is, how great, how amazing, stuff like that.

Me: How is the South? Her: Warm and wet. Me: Gross. Her: Hence the fanfiction.

I'm not sure if this is even a joke anymore, or how we got here.

[sleepwalk-living]

Watson just took the least opportune moment to return to Tumblr after three months.

[sleepwalk-living]

Her: GIVE ME THE DRUGS

Me: Shh. It's okay.

Her: seriously all the drugs give them to me this is my rock bottom this is where my life ends goodbye world if my tombstone has swaggity swag what's in the bag ill drag you down to hell wit me I swear to Buddha and satan

Me: Good thing I say swiggty swag then.

Her: Make sure my burial clothes are pretty.

Me: You'll be naked. And I'll light your corpse on fire so you don't become a vengeful spirit.

Her: but I want be a vengeful spirit and haunt all the apple products so EVERYONE WILL FEEL MY SUFFERING also maybe dean and Sam will get me and yumyum LET THE PRETTY BOYS KILL ME IT'S THE LEAST YOU CAN DO

[sleepwalk-living]

No one is worse to me than my Watson.

I asked her for titles I could use for my fic, and she sends... ugh.

Me:What should I name the fic I had you read?

Her: It is a weeping/ And a mourning/ and a gnashing of teeth

Me: wat y

Her: Run away as fast as you can

Me: wat y

Her: (21st-Century schizoid man)

Me: I feel like you're not being serious and just sending random things you're reading off a page

Her: They're Kanye West lyrics

Me: IFUCKINGKNEWIT

Her: I'm just going to send songs until you think of something~~~ <3

And then she continues to send lyrics and song titles. There are literally just twenty texts and counting of what she sent me. I am going to cry.

[sleepwalk-living]

Collection of Watson's texts to me:

moo

bark bark

squaaaaaaaak

meow

*blowjob noises*

boobs

[muffled rap music playing in the distance]

Ducks

[corrected from "Ducks"] Dicks

[send me this text in person and says "There is something different in this one."] dtuzdksldjkwjzakjshdbfhbavaophwehbvjdskbfasjhabsdfbas booty

Booty booty booty

~~|~~~~~~ poetry

I h9 u

fuk u

boobies

*screamo* ~no~

i can foot punch you [you mean kick?] [shut up I'm night blogging at 4pm]

[You put the "Wat, son?" in Watson] I wish you put the sh in Sherlock but alas

poop

[swiggity swag whats in the bag was sent four times in a row within minutes] im going to eat my phone

2cool4grammatically correct structures yoloooooo

well that one chick sold her virginity for a couple hundred thousand so thereyago [that's really illegal] probably but think of the CLOTHES [of course, silly me] make sure the dud's sexy too

mooooooo

caw caw

My tears cause I don't work at roosterteeth [same]

fucking, I forgot my newphews name today I'm the wrong person to ask I really hope you don't have amnesia RUN ON SENTENCES YEAH

it's not ghey if its on the moon [wat] [Watson repeats herself three times]

[when asked about what she thought I sent her in Elvish] Rpf of us ayooooo Mr.Murphy/Sherlock fanfic I guide of murder under the guise of a child's picture book A description of your right wrist in very vivid detail An entire novel written about the tile on the ceiling [just the one]

just going around the country, killing crappy mothers ill bludgeon them to death, mostly cause i really like the word bludgeon

title of your autobiography: I Got That From Tumblr

anyone trip yet or like murder any bombs god come on graduation do better

graduation: how long can we possibly drag this out for?

[sends me Tunalock instead of Johnlock] [What the fuck is this?] no really you're truly welcome c: [YOU SENT ME TUNALOCK YOU FUCK] you're welcomeeeeee [I legitimately don't think we should be friends after that.]