hartbigfanficforme

hartbigfanficforme:

This isn’t exactly a happy fic, just putting that out there. Also two things. 1; I know Grace isn’t blonde anymore but I started this a while ago and couldn’t be bothered to go back and change it. 2; It’s a long one, sorry if you’re on the app on your phone.

Hartbig Fanfic: Demons (x)

Word Count: 7,793

When the days are cold

And the cards all fold

And the saints we see

Are all made of gold

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youtubersandmanymore:

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always-our-boys:

obsessivelygalahad:

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yaachel:

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thegaissilent:

PRESS PLAY AND SING IT

DO NOT PRETEND YOU DON’T KNOW THE WORDS TO THIS

//reblog.

==> Hear first syllable

==> REBLOG AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT

I’ve never fucking heard this before

What is this?

Must be an American thing.

The fact that theres people who don’t know this song has me sitting on the ground questioning life.

omg nostalgia trip

If it’s an American thing, how come I don’t know it? o.o »

More of a nickelodeon thing than an american thing…

Im not American and I know what it is! 

I still know every word