Completely uninteresting Unicorn of Castiel trivia:

Calling to all you shadowhunter's whose favourite characters have burned on the ceiling with the rest of your hope for a healthy, organised muggle life who may or may not occupy Storybrooke and captain good hearty ships of bromance or otp. Salvage here from the infested mystic falls in a nice and comfy TARDIS for the short time spendings with consulting detectives before the next client arrives. The TARDIS being simultaneously parked in a flat in Bristol as well as Honolulu Heights, Wales, of course, where we shall witness the very best of being insane. Down in the belowards general direction you may gaze through the looking glace onto an unnerving selection of stories equipped enough to entertain the avengers, so if you're looking for a victors prize suitable for after a fight to the death or simply something to read over second breakfast. Search the seas no longer, halt all quests to get your hitchhiker archangels wings sewn back on and park up the Bentley to read tales crazier than those prophesized by the one and only Agnes Nutter, found in this fine atlantian dwelling full of Divergent brained wonder.

Hello my lovely adorable mushy fluffy fanfic readers isn't it fun to have an obsession as broad as this? I'm not particularly sure what I meant by that. All I know is that an advert with Joseph Gordon Levitt on it just popped up and I nerded. NERD. That's another thing you can find here. Now a helicopter flew past. So I used to write a lot of long chapter fanfics but now I can't be bothered. Maybe one day. Now I just cry out Marvel one shots in a worrying speed. They'll probably be other fandom one shots soon. Isn't that exciting?

I suppose that's all profiles are and nobody ever reads them anyway but maybe one day I might have something important to say. Alas, that is not now. My arm just started throbbing and i don't know why. I suspect the nargles are behind it. Yesterday I went to the city of the damned. Yes city not palace for any Darren Shan / Larten Crepsly fans out there. The Queen of ouchie bumbles tried to drown me in cheese...It was not a pleasant experience.

Scratchy, scratchy, scratchy. My cat likes to walk on my keyboard but hopefully that wont impact my fanfiction writting. If you've read this far I'm afraid I'll have to tell you there is something wrong for the bored receptor cells on your nose and I regret to inform you I am haunted by the ghost of Kermit the frog. I can't tell you why though then the Lady of the Shades will cut my stuffed duck in my sleep and that my friends is how you make something sound like a uthemism without it actually being one.

Seriously why are you still reading this? It's just me kinda peeing insanity over my profile and it rechercshaing into your faces. AH! The Extra advert came on I just love those cartoon foods but sinse when does a bagett leave bad breath? Not that I eat them often. That also sounded like a uthermism. Or at least from where I'm flying it does. Woah! Woah! Itchy foot some serious sh*t is going down to day 'aint it -- AVENGERS!...Sorry I was mistaking you for my Aunt Patrick in drag. I don't even have one of those!

Uh-Oh itchy arm. Everybody panic! PANIC! I said that once and a picture of a cat and a dog dressed as a cowboy and an indian and indeed panic I did. This is getting quiet long now and the donkey is licking his moustache like he wants to steal the carrot stuck in my penguins eye so I should probably stop writing now. If you have read this much I sincerly hope I haven't put you of my slightly less weird fanfiction stories! So go my fellow wollup-men! Go! I cannot garantee I wont make up words like that on a regular basis but we can't all be French Rugby boxers now can we?!

Now go back out and start again!...

(I'll let you draw your own conclusions from that )