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Roy Harper 3x03 ‘Corto Maltese’

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Colton Haynes

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you know what I do when I don’t like a character?

I don’t talk about them.

I don’t go into their tag.

If I see an edit of them, I ignore it.

I may even blacklist their name if the dislike is strong enough.

you know what I don’t do when I don’t like a character?

go in their tag

reblog edits of them just to complain

make posts about them

in general, I don’t waste my time and breath on them

it’s….it’s a remarkably simple concept

it makes life a whole lot nicer

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my mom is suspicious because i woke up before 9am. this says something about my life choices.

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A game of Russian Roulette could end better than we did

18/10/14 (via incoloure)

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                 his smirk is lethal. who knew he'd suddenly               start enjoying their conversation.

                               ❛  does it look like i am ?  ❜ an eyebrow                                           rose softly as he spoke.                                      ❛  so unless you want jail time.                                    i think we're done here. ❜

          Oh and there goes the smirk on Connor’s face.           Seventeen. This guykid a seventeen year old?           That definitely is a first time.

                      “You are kidding, right?”, he huffs now,                       frowning slightly before taking another                        sip from his coffee just to kill some time                       before catching up with the situation.

           ”—--S e v e n t e e n?”

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      ❛  yeah, no thanks. i don't do assholes                whose faces are made for radio's.  ❜

                               ❛  i'm talking to you because                            you don't seem to get a hint.                              so why don't you go & figure out a                                      purpose in your life that doesn't                               revolve around picking up random                                        seventeen year old guys.  ❜

         ”Who’s talking about your ass?           I was thinking more about fucking           your lips sore. Baby steps.”

                         ”And I know attraction when I see it.                           You want me, or why exactly are                             you still talking to me?”, he winked                            before shamelessly licking over his                            lips and taking a small, triumphal sip                            of his own coffee, too.

          How is model-ass jerk-face going           to sass his way out of t h a t ?

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                                              those hardest to love                                                    need it the most

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             ❛  figure it out yourself, idiot.  ❜

    ’ which time? ‘

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also why does my sister comes here with her kids every damn week. go to your own house, eat your own food, leave me alone.

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vvulfric said: how does this even make sense

you don't make sense either half of the time we talk. do you hear me complaining like some little bitch?

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             ❛  yeah, you already told me this          when you tried to kill me.  ❜

   ’ it’s not like you usually spend yours    on something worthwhile. ‘