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Nick, rollerblading into Charlie's room with sunglasses and a piña colada in hand: You won't believe what the FUCK just happened.

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What if when you die, the light at the end is actually the light of another hospital room and then your born again. And the only reason your crying is because you remember all of the things you've lost. But then as we grow up, we slowly start to forget our past lives, and thats why we have deja vu.

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Nick: Guys... I have something to say

Elle: Whats going on Nick?

Nick: I'm gay.

Tao: *hands Issac 10 dollars*

Charlie: Seriously Tao?

Issac: What? It makes money

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Reblog to give a nonbinary person a warm cup of soup.

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Me and my friend whenever Devi and Ben talk:

Me when Devi used the "ONE FREE BOINK" card:

Me and my friends when Aneesa haters breath:

Me when Ryha talks to Nerdesh about devi:

Me when Ben and Devi date someone who aren't eatchother:

Me when Devi used the "ONE FREE BOINK" card:

Me when Ryha comes on screen:

Me when Ben gave Devi "the card":

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Darcy: Nick and Charlie are cute together, I'd put them on a boat

Tara: You mean ship them?

Darcy: No, I'd put them on a literal fucking boat and send them to New York for a couples cruise

Tara: Lets do it.

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Mr. Farouk: I'm having salad for dinner

Mr. Ajayi: Oh, that's healthy

Mr. Farouk: Well, fruit salad

Mr. Ajayi: Thats still healthy!

Mr. Farouk: ...Mostly grapes

Mr. Ajayi: Youssef?

Mr. Farouk: Fine, its all grapes...

Mr. Farouk: Fermented grapes.

Mr. Ajayi: You sure about that?

Mr. Farouk: FINE. ITS WINE. IM HAVING. WINE.

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Charlie: Do you love me?

Nick: Charlie... its 4 in the morning-

Charlie: Yeah but do you love me?

Nick: Goodnight Charlie. *goes back to sleep*

Charlie, tearing up: OH MY GOD YOU DONT LOVE ME?!?!??

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Nick: How's the prettiest boy in Truham doing?

Charlie: I'm not sure... How are you?

Nick: Oh, I-

Aled, from across the room: I'm doing great!

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Charlie: Do you want to watch "Jigsaw"?

Nick: Sure!

Charlie: We can just makeout during that scary parts

Nick: But Charlie, its a horror movie

Charlie: Yeah, and?

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Elle: I have a really bad feeling about this, Tao!

Tao: What?

Elle: Do you ever get that small voice in your head that somethings gonna go horribly wrong?

Tao: No..?

Elle: ...That explains so much...

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Darcy: Can you peer pressure me into doing tasks?

Tara: Do it or your straight.

Darcy: I SAID PEER PRESSURE, NOT THREATEN!!!!

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I want to live in a universe where everyone has their own special Nick Nelson for each person in the world. I'm not talking about like, clones of Nick Nelson or anything... (But that WOULD be nice😳) I'm talking about a person that would be especially made for everyone so that they are. Literally. Made. For. Them. You know that I mean? Like, so their not clones of the same person over and over again? But they would love you like Nick loves Charlie and gives hugs like Nick (Warm bear hugs😩) and is as understanding at Nick and has Nicks amazing humor. So it's like they all have their own specially made Nick Nelson just for them.❤❤❤

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Tao: Hey, can someone breath in a washing machine while its on?

Charlie: No- Tao, where's Nick..?

Tao: ...

Nick, muffled and gargled: HELP-

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Nick, struggling to stay up in 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don't think heels are for me...

Charlie, walking flawlessly in 10 inch sparkly golden heels, pointing at Nick: WEAK.

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Tao: What the fuck is wrong with you!?!?

Elle: Wow, you couldn't say "Good morning" first?

Tao: Good morning, what the fuck is wrong with you!?!?

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Nick: I found an old notebook with nothing in it, what should I use it for?

Charlie: Spaghetti.

Nick: I am no longer taking suggestions from Charlie.

Elle: Spaghetti.

Nick: I am no longer taking suggestions from Charlie and Elle.

Tao: Spaghetti.

Nick: No suggestions from you three.

Aled: Spaghetti.

Nick: ...

Nick: I am no longer taking suggestions.