Angels, Aliens and Amateur Detectives

Be Fantastic!

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procrastination-station13:

ierotic:

chemomantic:

frnksway:

sitback-relaxrelapse:

hell-is-our-home:

"what band are you listening to?"

"panic! at the disco"

"oh cool, what genre of music do they play?

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"what band are you listening to?"

"twenty one pilots"

"oh cool, what genre of music do they play?"

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"what band are you listening to?"

"my chemical romance"

"oh cool, what genre of music do they play?

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haha I get it because mcr aren’t a band anymore so they don’t play any genre of music

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Too soon

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Within five minutes Harry was soaked to his skin and frozen, hardly able to see his teammates, let alone the tiny Snitch. He flew backward and forward across the field past blurred red and yellow shapes, with no idea of what was happening in the rest of the game. He couldn’t hear the commentary over the wind. The crowd was hidden beneath a sea of cloaks and battered umbrellas.

He turned, intending to head back toward the middle of the field, but at that moment, another flash of lightning illuminated the stands, and Harry saw something that distracted him completely, the silhouette of an enormous shaggy black dog, clearly imprinted against the sky, motionless in the topmost, empty row of seats.

(Source: strydering, via charlesxaviher)

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When I lost you, hallow I became.
Seeking solace at the bottom of a bottle,
Or a strangers warm embrace.

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