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    “C’mon, Ravenclaw,” he says, blood rushing to his ears as he leans casually against the chalk-dusty wall and crosses his arms over his chest and smirks. “You don’t want Godric Gryffindor and his merry band of frat bros to win again this year, do you?”

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    30 Aug 2019

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    why is this cute i hate you what ship doesn't work tell me TELL ME

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    The first thing Stiles says to him, a sluggishly bleeding cut above his left eye, grime caked under his fingernails, a hand gripping a tattered backpack slung over his shoulder, is, "Do you have a car?"

    Not: hey, Jackson, what are you doing here?

    Not: did you just stab that fucking guy through the face?

    Not: was that fucking Danny?

    Jackson twists the metal rod out with a sick squelch and says, "No."

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    The zombie apocalypse road trip au

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    27 Aug 2019

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    — this is probably the most astounding piece of news we've ever shared, but it appears, ladies and gentlemen, it appears, yes, that our moon is gone.

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    13 Aug 2019

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    hi this is so sad help

  4. Public Bookmark 33

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    He stood up abruptly, palms suddenly insanely sweaty. He wiped them on his dress robes, hoping against hope the motion was casual, and then stuck his hand out to Dean.

    Dean looked at his hand, then up at him. “What?”

    “Let’s get out there!” Seamus declared, waving his hand in Dean’s face, as if the reason he hadn’t taken it immediately was maybe that he didn’t notice it was there. “It’s a dance, innit?”

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    12 Aug 2019

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    “You’re exclusive,” Hoseok says. He looks at Yoongi expectantly, and Yoongi nods. “You’ve been seeing each other for eight months.” Another nod from Yoongi. “You spend all your fucking time together. So you’re in love with him, right?”

    Yoongi screws up his face into something disgusted. “What the fuck? No. It’s a casual thing.”

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    Yoongi and Seokjin have been dating for a while now, and they've never been anything serious. Except, Yoongi's having trouble figuring out what exactly that means.

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    09 Aug 2019

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    “Well, I want to see you at three in the morning. I want to see you all the goddamn time,” Seokjin says, sounding angry over it. He’s pulling off his tie now, angrily flailing his blazer off before he unbuttons his shirt.

    Yoongi doesn’t know how to respond to that. “Just come to bed, hyung.”

    “What does it mean! That I want to see you all the time!” Seokjin is saying, undeterred by Yoongi. He’s down to his underwear now, just standing there all angry.

    Yoongi sighs. “I don’t know. I don’t fuckin’ know, okay? Can we go to sleep?”

    Seokjin makes an angry noise, gets himself into bed lacking any sort of coordination and lays next to Yoongi with his arms crossed, glaring up at the ceiling. If Yoongi turned over to put his back facing Seokjin like he wanted to, he wouldn’t have noticed the tear fall sideways down Seokjin’s cheek, dripping down onto the pillow. As it is, his eyes follow it, transfixed.

    “Hyung,” Yoongi says quietly. “Are you okay?”

    “No,” Seokjin says in a petulant whine. “I’m drunk, and I hate this.”

    “Hate what?”

    “Feeling!”