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"You can't name your son after the man who made your life terrible, Percy."
"He died protecting us. And I can do whatever the fuck I want."
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This is actually romantic as fuck??
"You can't name your son after the man who made your life terrible, Percy."
"He died protecting us. And I can do whatever the fuck I want."
can i make a harry potter joke real quick–
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"You can't name your son after the man who made your life terrible, Percy."
"He died protecting us. And I can do whatever the fuck I want."can i make a harry potter joke real quick–
mhm, go ahead
Yet as Breanne stood in the Great Hall staring up at the colored windows with mid-morning light streaming through, she could swear that the raven on the other side of the yellow window was black. What an omen that would be if it were true.
"Is Nightengale your real name?"
"No, of course not!" He said, like it was the end of the discussion, and bounced away to examine what looked like a dead blackbird on the other side of the field.
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"Haywood and Blackthorn," The man whispered. "They're back."
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“Death is no stranger to me, he and I are rather close actually.” I sipped my coffee slowly, sighing as the warmth hit my tongue.
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Cassiopeia looked at her fellow classmate, the boy who somehow didn’t get expelled, despite all of his rule breaking. She looked over at Willow and whispered, “Sometimes, I have the urge to strangle him to death.”
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Sarvente rushed to Ruvyzvat quickly, holding a piece of paper with a drawing on it. "Ruv!! Hey, Ruv!! Check this out!"
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“You’re still protecting that baby I presume, it doesn’t matter since you’ll both be killed anyway.” She smirked and shouted, “Along with all the other devil children you’re hiding in here.”
For in order for it to create the ideal habitat, it must eliminate everything else - a clean start.
That's fantastic.
"It's 10 o'clock at night."
"it's a 24-hour Diner, also I'm 23 I do what I want."
He pushed himself up from the blood soaked dirt and eyed the sky in delirium, “I have failed you again. I don’t deserve your love, Goddess.”
"Just shut up," Dorothea said fiddling around in her purse for her keys, "Will you let me listen to my rock today or will you insist we listen to country, or disney music?"
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"Screw you" I shouted, my head snapping backwards as the bag hit my chin.
“Hey, calm down, it’s gonna take more than a leg wound to take me out, you know this.” Darcel said, humming softly as he laid back down.
“Yeah, I know, but still… yikes.” Milos said, laying next to him. “Be more careful next time? Please, darling?”
Darcel nodded slightly, trying to act like the old nickname didn’t make his chest tighten. “Anything for you.”
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The man turned around, tapping the clipboard with his pen. “Ah, Mrs. Parker, it would seem that your daughters are here to see you.”
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"Why are you mad, Juniper?! You were complicit in all this!" Killian exclaimed, the confusion on his face being utmost visible, especially to the others.
Thank gold I brought my headphones to drown out the world so the walk back isn't quiet.
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"Haven't you heard, Birdie?" Clyde says, his voice light yet dripping with disdain. "I'm bad luck."