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every ICE agent could die right now and they'd all deserve it

you're watching my dead wife montage but I don't do anything aesthetic like run on the beach so it's just clips of me zoning out at work and playing the sims in my apartment

biasheck

dad: whaddya got there, son

son: soy milk

dad: hola milk, soy tu padre

brendenfraser

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hansolo

It’s not the years, honey, it’s the mileage.

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at the edge of our hope, at the end of our time, we have chosen not only to believe in ourselves, but in each other. today there is not a man nor woman in here that shall stand alone. not today. today we face the monsters that are at our door and bring the fight to them! today, we are canceling the apocalypse!

remusjohnslupin

Draco Malfoy grew up as an only child at Malfoy Manor, the magnificent mansion in Wiltshire which had been in his family’s possession for many centuries. From the time when he could talk, it was made clear to him that he was triply special: firstly as a wizard, secondly as a pure-blood, and thirdly as a member of the Malfoy family.

Draco was raised in an atmosphere of regret that the Dark Lord had not succeeded in taking command of the wizarding community, although he was prudently reminded that such sentiments ought not to be expressed outside the small circle of the family and their close friends ‘or Daddy might get into trouble’.