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laugh-addict:

airagorncharda:

What do you mean the doors stuck, try jiggling the handle.

what I love so much about this scene is how they clearly had a PLAN for this

they’ve done this shit before

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sirenacresta:

weeping because, there ain’t nothing we can do to protect you

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I know Chaff by sight cause I’ve spent years watching him pass a bottle back and forth with Haymitch on television. [Chaff]’s sober, and while he talks too loud and makes bad jokes a lot, most of them are at his own expense. I can see why he would be good for Haymitch, whose thoughts run so darkly.

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"I wanna talk to MTV about doing like a late night David Letterman kind of talk show where I’m the Letterman man… or the Conan. I’ve got a lot of ideas. I also wanna do porn, so…"

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seinfelcl:

how dumb is it that we’ve created words we arent supposed to use

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"Aim to be as brave as James, as loyal as Sirius, and as smart as Remus. Basically, you should want to be Lily Potter."

— My brother, giving his neighbor’s kid some life advice. (via apiratecalledav)

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Jennifer’s acting skills.

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2x04 (abomination)

It’s eyes were almost like, reptilian. But there was something about them. You know when you see, like, a friend in a Halloween mask, but all you can actually see are their eyes and you feel like you know ‘em but you just can’t figure out who it is?

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odairse:

Teen wolf | 1x1 Wolf Moon

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My Favorite Books: The Mara Dyer Trilogy by Michelle Hodkin

My name is not Mara Dyer, but my lawyer told me I had to choose something. A pseudonym. A non de plume, for all of us studying for the SATs. I know that having a fake name is strange, but trust me—it’s the most normal thing about my life right now. Even telling you this much probably isn’t smart. But without my big mouth, no one would know that a seventeen-year-old who likes Death Cab for Cutie was responsible for murders. No one would know that somewhere out there is a B student with a body count. And it’s important that you know, so you’re not next.

Rachel’s birthday was the beginning.

This is what I remember.

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