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The only thing that sucks about working in the field he did was that he worked just as many hours as the doctors which put a damper on his friendships and not to mention made relationships a living hell too. Now fifteen minutes late for his meet up with his friend, he winced when he walked into the coffee shop, looking around until he spotted them. “I’m so sorry, I slept through my damn alarm.”

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“It looks worse than it is,” he muttered, barely paying attention to what the other was saying. The idiot of a hunter didn’t even use a silver knife, clearly he’d had no idea what he was dealing with. “Seriously, it’s that bad, just a little bloody. I’ll be fine by tomorrow.”

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Gotta say. I saw Crimes of Grindlewald last night...

the twist at the end is dumb imo

Right? I went with work people and when it happened I turned to my boss and whispered “oh fuck off”. And looking around the cinema most people seemed to be thinking the same thing.

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spacequeenwrites replied to your post “okay someone please help me, does anyone know any female manga fc’s...”

kuronuma sawako from kimi ni todoke

she...she’s perfect...like what

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It seemed like every weekend brought a party in the sleepy east coast city Bardot called home. College kids, hipsters, artists - it didn't matter what crew you hung with, chances were on a Friday or Saturday night, there was a house party somewhere in town where you'd be greeted with open arms. In Bardot's case, she was hanging out with a mixed, moderate sized crowd at a quaint home rented by a former classmate.

Bardot went to maybe two parties a month - often enough to be recognizable, infrequently enough to be noteworthy. When she went, she could often be found on the back porch smoking, in a bedroom with a few people sharing a joint, or in the kitchen fixing herself another drink. Her place for time being was perched atop a planter box in the backyard, a few feet away from the more crowded patio, the music still audible as ever. She crossed her legs beneath her, thick thighs resting on the sides of her purple boots, and reached into her jacket pocket.

Producing a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, the young woman ignited the cigarette and glanced up, seeing someone she recognized...though she wasn't sure she remember his name. Bardot's lips curled slightly into an easy smile.

"Hey. Smoke?"

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“Um, excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are?” Riley asked, her eyebrow raised, the look on her face murderous. 

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    Nicholas was closing the shop when he noticed the other outside the door. “We’re closing,” he said when he opened it. Then he looked them up and down, also noticed that it was still raining outside and opened the door wider. “I suppose you can come in. Get warmed up and I’ll make you a cup of coffee or tea, your choice.” He was the only one there since he had volunteered to be the last to leave the coffee shop for the day. Usually he was able to close without a problem, but Nic wasn’t completely heartless, so he wasn’t going to leave them out there in the rain longer than they had to be. “Are you new around here?” He asked, guessing that was the case from their hazard appearance.

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    Harry was alone in the Gryffindor common room for the holidays. Well, not completely alone. There were a few other students there, but no one that he wanted to talk to. He grabbed his firebolt and headed outside. Sure, it was a bit cold for flying, but he could do with getting out of the castle. The Weasley’s had gone home for the holidays and while he had been invited, Harry had decided not to go. He wanted to take in as much of the castle while he could.

Apparently he wasn’t the only one who was thinking about flying, because he spotted someone heading toward the field. Once he caught up with them, he said, “You don’t mind me being on the pitch with you, do you?” He knew that he should probably introduce himself, but as it was, everyone knew his name and it wasn’t often that he had to do that. Even so, he said it anyway, “I’m Harry, by the way. I don’t think we’ve met.”

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