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Ron and Harry’s imaginary predictions for their Star charts in Divination which actually happen during their fourth year. - Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (Page 196)

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skoloton:

son-neko:

skoloton:

if you were expecting me to be disappointed when googling “snakes in hats” then you couldn’t be more wrong

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Is that a venomous snake? What idiot would do that?!

clearly someone willing to make a few sacrifices in the name of fashion which is more than can be said for you

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pweezus:

i pledge allegiance to the flagimage

Of the untied bandom of Fall Out Boy

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kittyhague:

IT’S THAT TIME OF YEAR

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centuriess:

fall out boy discography (insp.)

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Why are we not talking about this???

phandoms-united:

art-sex-drugs:

I have finally hit my breaking point. For as long as I can remember I have endured my mother’s abuse, whether it is verbal, emotional, or as seen here physical. I can expect some act of violence on a daily basis, and her beating me is not an usual occurrence, but today something snapped. My mother did this unprovoked, and this time she didn’t stop. Usually it’s bad for a little while and then she’s done, today it went on for what seemed like forever. At a certain point I decided I was going to do something I never do, call the police. You see, my mother is a highly respected and very well known person where I live. She is on the board of ed, worked for CPS for many years, and is close personal friends with people like the local chief of police, director of our local CPS unit, and so on. I always knew that calling wouldn’t go anywhere and just upset her more, but today I had to try. While she was kicking me I found my opportunity, and somehow managed to get away from someone more than twice my size. I ran as fast as I could, knocking things over behind my, trying to find a phone. I dialed and they listened and my mother proceeding to beat me over it, while I screamed for help. For the second time today, I managed to get away from her and ran to my room. I barely had enough time to lock my door, before she starting trying to get it, to the point that she ripped my door off the frame. I decided I was going to stay locked in there, until the police came. The past few months I have been collecting evidence against her, voice recordings, pictures like these, and videos of her violence, so they couldn’t dispute what was going on. But I was dead wrong. 

When the officer finally came up to my room, I attempted to tell him my side of the story, but before I could get a sentence out he silenced me. HE told me that this was my mothers house, and I needed to live by her rules. If I didn’t she had the right to punish me. He also told me to be tankful for her, because he wanted to press assault charges against me. finally, he refused, despite my begging, for him to take me to a shelter for teens. 

I am utterly disgusted by the injustice that occurred today. I pray there is no one else out there who is living in such a situation. I am not sure exactly what I am getting out of writing this, except maybe that it’s just nice to be able to open up about this, when I have had to keep it a secret my whole life. idk. sorry for posting such heavy shit. 

Signal boost the fuck out of this

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worldofdoubt:

ayoutuberobsession:

he looks so happy!


Me

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staygrandbeiconic:

LEGIT THE BEST POST I HAVE EVER SEEN.

I literally just reblogged this two times in a row. No fucks given. This is the greatest post on tumblr.

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to-show-you-the-light:

~you are what you love not who loves you~

That means I’m still Fall Out Boy. 

to-show-you-the-light:

~you are what you love not who loves you~

That means I’m still Fall Out Boy. 

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