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YES YES YES. AND WE ARE GOING TO PARA RIGHT NOW. IDGAF IF YOU'RE TIREd.

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ADRIANNA

COME BACK

I MISS YOU

AND ALL THE STEBEKAH LOVE

COME BACK COME BACK COME BACK :(

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LMFAO 

IDGAF about them

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ooc: LMFAO

Everyone loves the Sparkle dick more than nickelodeon.

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flattered that fuckyeahpaulwesley reblogged a gif i made *dies*

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The Rager 4.03

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Dear c-mul,I have started four blogs, one for each of the Hogwarts houses, that are dedicated to raising money and awareness for charities. It is also a competition for the house cup. Each dollar donated is equals a point for the house it is donated through. The current charity is the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation. I would appreciate the follow, or maybe you could post something about the blogs. Links to donate and other houses are on my blog! Thank you!

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Alex Pettyfer/ Robert Pattinson

Requested by: trickygin

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gif Paul Wesley

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TROLOLOLOL

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Poised nearly on the balls of her feet, Astoria stopped herself from passing through her frozen state and closing the gap between them. The shocked and confused reaction on his face gave her a split second’s regret at crashing his practice. His movement forward served as a release switch to her moment of apprehension, a grin spread across her face at the sound of his laugh and as though a magnet were pulling her, she met him half way in the center of the echoing atrium. They both seemed to anticipate the kiss at the same time, with out hesitation both her hands reached to cup the sides of his face pulling herself into his embrace. Her worry and meticulous fretting of their “just friends” appearances in public together; possibly tarnishing her reputation vanished from her mind. If there were other players or people in the lobby she didn’t see them, her thoughts only on how pleased Chris seemed. She had gotten a brief glimpse of this weeks before, his excitement when she contributed logically to discussing the game at the World Cup, even if it was a backhanded remark. His thrill in that moment was something she found herself longing to replicate and here it she had surpassed it. Astoria was more then pleased knowing she was the cause of such joy. With how much he had come to mean to her, he was worth every one of her self-imposed risks. All the feelings he had an uncanny ability to pull from her, she passed into her kiss. The thud of the duffle bag on the floor jolted Astoria back to the scene around her.

Softly laughing her eyes opened meeting his gaze. Though the kiss had broken she couldn’t bring herself to pull away instead gently chided him, “How can you hold onto a broom but not your bag?” Shaking her head as though she were disappointed in him, in a blink she had her wand aimed at his bag casting a featherweight charm and teased obviously knowing his actual distraction, “There, should be easier since you’re so spent from practice.” She pecked him once more on the lips exhaling a contented sigh when his arm wrapped around her. It was always as though a wave of peace washed over her whenever he did so, reminders of the comfort he brought when nothing else could. Finally smoothing the wrinkles in her clothing as they made their way through to the doors she tucked her arm behind his back beginning to think of what they should go do in the city since they were both here. That train of thought stopped when Chris began speaking again, there was no mistaking the excitement in his voice. Though she felt she had filled her quidditch quota at least till the actual season stated she couldn’t bring herself to ruin his moment. It was no secret that Astoria was highly spoiled would do really anything to get her way, any other friend asked her to put herself out more she would have scoffed at them. It wasn’t that she didn’t care about them, just herself more. But he wasn’t just a friend, he had easily slid into the spot of her best, recently a nagging in the back of her mind pushed that he was decidedly more then that; however, it was pushed away as inconsequential and impossible. Frankly, when it came to Chris no matter how much she fought it, she just couldn’t say no. She laughed and looked up to him squeezing her grip around him hugging close, a genuine smile on her face, “There’s more to see?! Of course I do, it’s like this place is an extension of you.”

 Chris remained poised to her reaction of actually wanting to see the place.  "Well...you saw the pitch."  He began, almost sounding as if that was all there was to see.  To a quidditch head, that wasn't all you could see, but to her, he knew anything else would appear meaningless and dull.  Thus, he shook it off.  Still, the fact she'd even shown, or seeing any familiar face in this place made the atmosphere of it all forever appear different.  In a good way.  The fact was, Chris would never have guessed she would have come here to watch him play.  The thought of her sitting in the stands watching instantly sunk as warming. "Everything else is kinda...basic."  He nodded with a mischievous grin, looking down to her.  "So . . .how bout . . . we go try all these places surrounding the stadium?" He suggested, shrugging.  "We might as well see the best spots around here.  I never got to explore yet."  Chris added, looking to his bag.  He tilted his head.  "And... tell me you know how to put this into your charmed big bag?"  He asked, taking a hold of it.  Astoria had always been the person to turn to for spells, and all sorts of other charms he barely knew existed.  

Once the bag was in the clear, the two walked on out of the building, heading down the path  in search of the other venues in the area.  Chris was stopped by one of the equipment staff for small chit-chat.  Before he could introduce Astoria, the man boldly asked with assumption if Astoria had been his girlfriend.  Without hesitation, he'd nodded to the man.  They carried on another minute or two before he and Astoria parted ways with him.  When he was out of radar, Chris reached his hand, clasping it with hers, avoiding any question from her as to why he'd lied.  In other words, letting it be.  The whole walk, he'd been too mesmerized by his surprise visitor to really dig into the hows and whys of her showing up. Finally clearing his throat, he changed the subject back to the dire topic of this whole thing. "I still can't believe you came to watch me play."  He said, conveying in his tone that it'd been lingering in his mind.  Chris' face softened when he'd turned his head to face hers.  "Thanks though."  He finally added, squeezing her hand, soon coming to a stop at their first place.  "A sports pub. Typical."  He stated, laughing to himself.  The place was packed, and there were several tables outside, and up on the large balcony, music playing away.  "It's your call babe."  

Pleasantly Surprised || Chris

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Crackship - Jennifer Lawrence & Ian Somerhalder

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Crackship - Jennifer Lawrence & Paul Wesley.

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LMFAO why do I keep finding this shit

Robert Pattinson & Jennifer Lawrence Crackship GIF for Anon 

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HAHAHAHA