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- Funny Reblogs I’ve seen -

This will be a compilation of various funny replies and tags I’ve seen through reblogs. It originally started out as just funny tags, but I couldn’t help myself.

I’ve asked every person in this post for permission to post, and a few asked for their names to be redacted. That’s why one of these don’t have a url on the screencap.

With that being said, let’s get into this. (This will not be a short post by the way)

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THIS THREAD IS MAKING ME LOSE IT

the archons have the same taste…..

bonus xiaoven. venti prefers the catboys

me: yes

*lighting appears*

me: yES

*thunders explode*

me: YES

*raining intensifies*

Harry Potter finally has the chance to leave England and its expectations for The Chosen One behind for good. All he has to do is survive one Auror training conference overseas with Draco Sodding Malfoy. (47K)

Excerpt: 

Harry drew them over to a narrow coffee shop they’d smelled from halfway down the block. There was a long queue, so they shuffled slowly toward the entrance. Malfoy read out loud from the sign that explained it was a former coat room for the theater beside it. “Is this whole city full of things that aren’t things? Like that house that’s a conference centre, and now this place?”

So Harry wasn’t alone in that observation.

Malfoy added: “I suppose it fits, though.”

“What do you mean?”

Malfoy scanned his face, then met his eyes and held them. “Remember what we talked about, at the happy hour? How the current evolution of policing, maintaining order, is surveillance? Well, how do you get around, accomplish things, in a system where everyone’s watching?”

Harry had not prepared for philosophy again. “Er. Don’t get seen?”

Malfoy smiled, warm even in the overcast light. “Exactly. You become an unknown. Wear a disguise.” He inclined his head, glancing at Harry’s Glamour-lightened hair. “Work in the dark. Operate out of something that seems like something else.”

“So it’s like what I said as well, then. When they don’t know who you are, you get to define it.”

Malfoy’s gaze dropped to his mouth for a moment. It was brief, but Harry’s breath hitched when he saw it. “Right again. Guess some of it’s getting through to you.”

No, just you. Whoever this you is. The thought must have shown on his face, because Malfoy’s darkened eyes had widened noticeably.

“Well, um. Thank you for inviting me along for this. I should go meet the others. I’ll have to figure out how to reach them from here.” Malfoy turned swiftly toward the main street. Harry watched him until the blond turned a corner and left his sight. Harry reached for his own lips then, relieving the sudden ache there.

It was better Malfoy left. Harry’d only made dinner reservations for one.

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