stellasolaris:

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Don’t worry about it, Brandon. I don’t care if you’re a prince or not. My parents are the King and Queen of Solaria. It hasn’t done them much good, has it?

theforsakenprince:

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Yusuke Kitagawa

β€œThe children who adored you as "father”… the prospects of your pupils… how many did you trample upon? How many dreams did you exchange for riches? No matter what it takes, I will bring you to justice!β€œ

blusnowflakes:

  • pretty hands

A: you have pretty hands

B: i’m aware

A: they’d look good around me

B: oh? where exactly?

A: my shoulders, so we can dance under the moonlight together

B: i- that’s actually so sweet

A: and my neck, cause living is so hard sometimes

B: what

A: what

That’s not professional of you at all

“Professor Granger, Professor Weasley, I’ve been expecting you. Come on in.”
Ugh!” Hermione hides her face under her palm.
Fred clicks his tongue against the palate. “I was hoping you’d gotten over this, you’ve been reacting like this for two months whenever someone reminds you I’m a professor.”
“Please stop.”
“That’s not professional of you at all,” he whispers in her ear, lowering his head to better enter the room.


– https://archiveofourown.org/works/47780890/chapters/120450019

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