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Friendly reminder that anyone born between 1985-1998 didn’t get their hogwarts letter because Voldemort’s ministry wiped out the record of muggleborns

wyattsalazar:

the “you live with your parents” insult is really flaccid because a metric shitton of cultures don’t see “leave the house forever” as some grandiose moment of liberation that’s so important to the development of a person that it has to happen as fast as possible. until i came…

e-r-b-t:

I think the Lib Dems’ website just got sassy with me!

e-r-b-t:

I think the Lib Dems’ website just got sassy with me!

a-cult:

So The Great British Bake-Off is moving from BBC Two to BBC One and this exchange actually happened

makanidotdot:

wowowow tenzin your friend is trying to look out for you why you gotta make it weird

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ok if tenzin survives I can watch that episode now

me: [gently touches the sleeping cat]
cat: [makes a tiny cat noise]
me: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh nooooooooooooooooooooooooo ohh noo ohhhhh nooooooo oh no oh nooooo oh my god oh noooo

Drink a certain type of tea because of a fictional character? 
*scoffs*
Who would do such a silly thing?

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Drink a certain type of tea because of a fictional character? 

*scoffs*

Who would do such a silly thing?

Image source

tinypurpleteacup:

Source.

This is grotesque.

tinypurpleteacup:

Source.

This is grotesque.

jessarts:

Please let this happen.

TENZIN IS NOT DEAD

jessarts:

Please let this happen.

TENZIN IS NOT DEAD


The Master was waiting for them, having been notified of the visit by Conran.
“Why Brigadier,” he began warmly. “I hardly expected you to visit me in my present circumstances, but you’re very welcome, of course. And Captain Yates…” He stopped at Chesterton. “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.”
“Ian Chesterton.”
“I’m pleased to meet you — something of an inevitability, since I have so few visitors at all.” He turned back to the Brigadier. “But…” The Master looked vaguely puzzled for a moment. “Where is the Doctor? Hasn’t he come along for a little gloat?”
- The Face of the Enemy, David A. McIntee

The Master was waiting for them, having been notified of the visit by Conran.

“Why Brigadier,” he began warmly. “I hardly expected you to visit me in my present circumstances, but you’re very welcome, of course. And Captain Yates…” He stopped at Chesterton. “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.”

“Ian Chesterton.”

“I’m pleased to meet you — something of an inevitability, since I have so few visitors at all.” He turned back to the Brigadier. “But…” The Master looked vaguely puzzled for a moment. “Where is the Doctor? Hasn’t he come along for a little gloat?”

- The Face of the Enemy, David A. McIntee