His name was George Nkencho. This should not have happened. Don't let this go. Say his name.
Link to resources and places to donate to support BLM in Ireland
And he would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for them meddling scouts!
So, that new Pokémon series trailer, huh.
I can't believe they made Leon into a jojo
Ted bundy isn't ugly, you're just a lesbian
Congratulations, this is the worst ask I’ve ever gotten
Hufflepuff: You’re finally getting in touch with your emotions! Letting your barriers down.
Slytherin: Yes, that’s the problem! I’d like them back UP, thank you!
the intimacy of liking a mutual’s post. i hope you see my stupid little icon and feel seen. i love you. i appreciate you. do you want to run away with me. i’m here for you. let’s swordfight. i’m never going to give you up.
"Why are you so obessed with found family?"
I watched this as a kid and internalized it for forever
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Summary: In this story, Tom didn’t grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader’s sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.
Disclaimer: Please be aware that I don’t condone any of this in real life.
Warnings: Arranged marriage
Word count: 2k
As the weeks passed and the weather in late October turned colder, the halls and chambers in Hogwarts stayed warm. It also seemed that somebody specific had warmed up around you as well. Tom didn’t ignore you anymore. Not completely at least. He was still distant, but you guessed that was just how he was. Progress, still.
Camille was sure he liked you, even if he didn’t show it. You didn’t entirely agree with her, but it was definitely a start.
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About me...
I was born in 31.12.1926 in Great britian.
My zodiac sign is Capricorn.
My favorite colour is green.
I can speak latin and french.
I love snakes.
If you ever wonder about what my patronus is, it's a dragon.
I was born under the love potion, so i can't love.
I feel quite curious, about smuts, fluffs, and more stories people write about me.
I like to have power over anyone.
My height is at least 6ft tall.
I have curly/wavy chestnut hair.
My piercing Dark eyes can reader your mind miles away.
Only think i'm feared of is dead.
Happy Valentine’s Day from the TACTICS game!
Tom: Once I saw someone write "lgtb" instead of "lgbt" and it confused me but now I love it because it's the perfect acronym to "let's guillotine the bourgeoisie".
Harry: Let's get this bread.
Tom: Bread is exactly what the French wanted when they guillotined the bourgeoisie.