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Are you implying that you're James I and I'm some hot, dumb jock? I'm more than fantastic bone structure and an ass you can bounce a quarter on, Henry!!!!
Don't apologize for calling me pretty. Because then you're putting me in a position where I have to apologize for saying you blew my fucking mind in LA and I'm gonna die if it doesn't happen again soon. How's that for lack of restraint, huh? You really wanna play that game with me?
Listen: I'll fly to London right now and pull you out of whatever pointless meeting you're in and make you admit how much you love it when I call you "baby." I'll take you apart with my teeth, sweetheart.
xoxo
A
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waterloo letters | Re: You Are A Dark Sorcerer
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"I don't know what the hell you're talking about," Alex says.
"You don't?"
"No."
"You really don't?"
"I really, really don't."
Henry's whole face grimaces in frustration, his eyes casting skyward like they're searching for help from an uncaring universe. "Christ, you are as thick as it gets," he says, and he grabs Alex's face in both hands and kisses him.
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So my backpack is getting gayer and gayer as we speak.
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incorrect quotes: rwrb edition (1/?)
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Remus: So what’s your full name? It isn’t just Sirius Black is it?
Sirius: My full title is Sirius Orion Black of the noble and most ancient house of Black
Remus (laughing): Damn and I thought Remus John Lupin was a mouthful
Sirius (grinning): He is
Remus (turning red): Oh!
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"Should I tell you that when we're apart, your body comes back to me in dreams? That when I sleep, I see you, the dip of your waist, the freckle above your hip, and when I wake up in the morning, it feels like I've just been with you, the phantom touch of your hand on the back of my neck fresh and not imagined? That I can feel your skin against mine, and it makes every bone in my body ache? That, for a few moments, I can hold my breath and be back there with you, in a dream, in a thousand rooms, nowhere at all?"
waterloo letters | re: a mass of fools and knaves
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henry: god he's so pretty i'm in love how does someone so beautiful and perfect exist
alex, throwing a wedding cake at henry: fucking notice me
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