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- Language please, Deadpool.

- Oh, suck a cock, Colossus.

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@VancityReynolds: Happy Birthday to my baby girl! Sad I lost my virginity. But thankful I have a daughter.

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a damaged soul does not equal a weak one // k.s.

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get to know me meme: [4/15] female characters daenerys targaryen; “I am the dragon’s daughter, and I swear to you that those who would harm you will die screaming.”

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GoT Season 6: Things to look forward to.

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It’s gross and disturbing that the judge referred to Kesha as an investment. She’s a human being for fucks sake. And she’s a victim. Today is another sad reminder that courts rarely protect victims. Fuck Sony. Fuck Dr. Luke. And fuck any artist who works with him and puts money and fame ahead of being an ally for survivors.

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RIP Harper Lee

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Okay, but imagine if a Slytherin champion was chosen in the Triwizard tournament.

Imagine the Slytherin champion not needing Crouch’s help to figure out the egg, because their entire Hogwarts career they’ve known there are mermaids in the lake. They’ve seen their shadows occasionally drift by the common room windows since they were eleven years old.

Imagine the Slytherin champion finally having a chance to give their house a good name by paying Harry back for the tip about the dragons. Not in that polite Hufflepuff way, off course - just a note thrown across the Great Hall at Harry’s head that burns to ash immediately after it’s read: “Potter, open it underwater. We’re even, got it?”

Imagine the Slytherin champion inviting a Muggleborn to the Yule Ball because they genuinely have a crush on them, and everyone getting to see through Harry’s eyes that not every Slytherin is Draco Malfoy.

Imagine the Slytherin champion fighting their way through the maze, not agreeing to a tie but not leaving Harry behind either and they just so happen to touch the Cup at the same time anyway.

Imagine the Slytherin champion standing up in the graveyard, wand at the ready and back to back with Harry because clearly this is another part of the Tournament meant to test reaction on their feet, but it doesn’t matter how prepared they are because regardless of House or blood status, they are the spare and nothing can block the Killing Curse.

Imagine it being not Hufflepuff house, but Slytherin in mourning at the end of year feast. Imagine Slytherin for the first time in a thousand years not caring who won the House Cup because one of their own is not there to celebrate it.

Imagine Slytherins standing up after theirs is the first official casualty of war. Imagine Slytherins disavowing Umbridge and the Inquisitorial Squad, and instead joining Dumbledore’s Army for their fallen champion.

Imagine Slytherins forging Muggleborn friends into their family trees, teaching the first years to pretend to be under the Cruciatus curse well enough to fool the Carrows so no one actually has to torture eleven-year-olds, lying with silver tongues and hearts made not of Gryffindor gold but of solid fucking steel - imagine Slytherin house helping overthrow Voldemort and his regime at Hogwarts as only Slytherins could.

Then tell me how you know that last part didn’t happen, with or without a Slytherin champion, just beyond Harry’s limited view. Tell me that Slytherins whose parents weren’t loyal to Voldemort, who wanted to help but knew the other Houses wouldn’t trust them couldn’t have been cunning enough to hide their assistance from the second Dumbledore’s Army. Tell me that none of them stayed to defend the castle with their Ravenclaw friends, their Hufflepuff romances, their Gryffindor rivals. Tell me that none of them stood toe to toe with a distant or perhaps not so distant relative in Death Eater robes, meeting them spell for spell and not backing down because Hogwarts was their home too.

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Heard great things about you.

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Maggie Smith and Leonardo DiCaprio on the BAFTA Kiss Cam

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Oh he hates me. Every time I speak he looks at me like i’m stupid.  

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“Cool girl”. Men always use that, don’t they? As their defining compliment: “She’s a cool girl”. Cool girl is hot. Cool girl is game. Cool girl is fun. Cool girl never gets angry at her man. She only smiles in a chagrined, loving manner. And then presents her mouth for fucking. She likes what he likes, so evidently he’s a vinyl hipster who loves fetish Manga. If he likes girls gone wild, she’s a mall babe who talks for football and endures buffalo wings at Hooters.“

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25 days of klaroline:  

 Day 4 | Canon

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