Life As Friends With Eternal-Violet-VoidWeird. Disturbing. Crazy. Funny.More Like This
Seriously. She's fucking insane. Now whenever I see fake blood, it'll never be the same.
Thanks bitch. <3
My life according to Simple Plan.Tagged by: :iconilovekanamekuran:More Like This
Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, answer these questions.
You can't use the band I used. Try not to repeat a song title.
It's a lot harder than you think! Repost as "My life according to (Band Name)."
Are you male or female: I won't be there
Describe yourself: Grow up
How do you feel: Just around the corner
Describe where you currently live: When i'm with you
If you could go anywhere, where would you go: This song saved my life
Your favorite form of transportation: Loser of the year
Your best friends are: Welcome to my Life
Your fear: What's New Scooby Doo
What is the best advice you have to give: Perfect
Thought for the Day: Famous for Nothing
How I would like to die: Perfect World
My soul's present condition:
Beetlejuice 2 Is On The WayMore Like This
Beetlejuice 2: The Return to Tim Burton’s Maddest Vision
Mr. and Mrs. Juice by KleeB
The shooting script has been written
Tim Burton is ready to return as director. Winona Ryder has indicated she’s ready to reprise her character. Now we only await the decision of the only actor possessing the genuine touch of madness necessary to bring the glory that is “Beetlejuice” fully to life. Michael Keaton is letting the publ
the sound of wings. (Year 8 Draco fic)More Like This
Summary: Draco can't remember ever properly appreciating his Eagle Owl before, but the way it's leg trembles, the way it presses its beak into his cloak tears at him. Suddenly Draco is obsessed with getting his precious owl treated.
the sound of wings
“There just wasn't time.” Pansy Parkinson told him, sadness and cold anger mixing in her voice. “What with those bloody Gryffindors coming in and out of the castle with their searches and demands--”
Draco held out one gauntleted hand to the Eagle Owl, expecting him to lift into the air regally and land there. But he didn't. He just looked at Draco with solemn eyes. “I want you to take a letter.” He told the owl, but he only turned away and shuffled over to a post. Draco stared after him. “No? Maybe later?”
Pansy sighed. “Draco, who do you have to send a letter to?”
“My owl has been traumatized.” Draco said with dawning recognition. He knew th