masterbaiting
masterbaiting
thoschei truther
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ulrike / 23 / she/her / tv show/book sideblog (sorry for giving the email show an appendectomy and fucking the wound) / i have a BA in ancient languages :) / main: @alexanderpearce / ao3 / no minors thanks
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masterbaiting · 2 days ago
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had a heartbreaking voyage to the old bbc media centre today to find the building they used for dosac from s2e3 onwards but i discovered that when the bbc sold the building the atrium was completely redone and all that survives is some of the hangy-down things (acoustic baffles, so when you break your back no one can hear you screaming)
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masterbaiting · 3 days ago
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masterbaiting · 4 days ago
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THE WICKER MAN MENTION IN DOCTOR WHO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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masterbaiting · 4 days ago
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i think i’ve said this before but only francis ‘freaky’ urquhart could view the office of prime minister of great britain and northern ireland as ‘be[ing] everybody’s daddy’. mattie storin’s fetish and its genuine geopolitical implications
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masterbaiting · 6 days ago
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Hands clasped in delight
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masterbaiting · 7 days ago
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dragging myself out of my art slump the only way I know how. pendragon.
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masterbaiting · 9 days ago
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the fact that i have so little time im not even caught up on doctor who good god full time work takes fucking everything from a person
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masterbaiting · 10 days ago
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whenever i watch these doomed-to-ruin mentor/mentee movies about obsession and ambition i'm always like man i bet it feels good as fuck to be a terrifying authority figure's chosen protege this guy must've been bricked tf up the entire time shame about the ruin though
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masterbaiting · 11 days ago
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whatever
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masterbaiting · 12 days ago
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she was francis urquhart’s mistress. i don’t know. yes, yes. she had to be. but then again, it’s so hard to get my…. i think he killed her. or he had her killed.
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masterbaiting · 12 days ago
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credit to @/dobbyclub06 on instagram for the original peep show version
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masterbaiting · 17 days ago
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Naming my son "Vomit Porn" so his life is bad.
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masterbaiting · 21 days ago
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William Blore & Edward Armstrong in “And Then There Were None”
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masterbaiting · 21 days ago
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i hope we live forever
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masterbaiting · 23 days ago
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house of cards and its implication that the corridors and newspaper offices and bars and polling sites of early 1990s westminster were just thronging with beautiful and headstrong young women who were pedal to the metal determined to fuck francis ‘sexy seventy and severely bad news’ urquhart. or at least that they were home to two, anyway. so far. and if it had been me in their position, who knows? i might have done the same thing
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masterbaiting · 28 days ago
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what greater power is there than that? why should i yearn to be everybody’s daddy?
handsome devil - the smiths
i crack the whip, and you skip / but you deserve it, you deserve it, deserve it, deserve it / and when we’re in your scholarly room / who will swallow whom?
the man with the child in his eyes - kate bush
i hear him, before i go to sleep / and focus on the day that’s been / i realise he’s there / when i turn the light off and turn over
fly on the windscreen - depeche mode
death is everywhere / there are lambs for the slaughter, waiting to die / and i can sense the hours slipping by / tonight / come here, kiss me / now
goldfinger - shirley bassey
he’s the man, the man with a midas touch / a spider’s touch
pleasure, little treasure - depeche mode
everybody’s talking about the state of the nation / everybody’s looking for a promised land, everybody’s failing to understand / pleasure, little treasure
hanging on the telephone - blondie
your voice across the line gives me a strange sensation / i’d like to talk where i can show you my affection
the sweetest taboo - sade
there’s a quiet storm, and it never felt like this before / there’s a quiet storm that is you
new dress - depeche mode
you can’t change the world, but you can change the facts / when you change the facts, you change points of view / if you change points of view, you may change a vote / and when you change a vote, you may change the world
my heart belongs to daddy - eartha kitt
so i want to warn you, laddie / though i know you’re perfectly swell / that my heart belongs to daddy / because my daddy, he treats it so well
i am the law - the human league
you’re lucky i care / for fools like you / you’re lucky i’m there / to stop people doing the things that you know they are dying to do
happiest girl (jack mix) - depeche mode
and i would have to pinch her, just to see that she was real / just to watch the smile fade away, see the pain she’d feel
paint a rumour - eurythmics
i have heard a whisper / (what did it say?) / i have heard a whisper / (make it go away) / it’s a secret
enjoy the silence - depeche mode
can’t you understand, oh, my little girl / all i ever wanted, all i ever needed / is here, in my arms
your love is king - sade
you’re the ruler of my heart / your kisses ring / round and round and round my head
dangerous - depeche mode
i wouldn’t want it any other way / you wouldn’t let me anyway / […] dangerous, when i am in your arms / knowing i will come to harm
the big chair - tears for fears
she wants to sit beside you / in your big chair
little girl with blue eyes - pulp
face down on the pavement / chalk lines ‘round your little hands (hit and run)
for the love of big brother - eurythmics
i still hear the echoes of your footsteps on the stairs / still recall the images that seem to live out there
stripped - depeche mode
let me hear you make decisions without your television / let me hear you speaking just for me
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masterbaiting · 1 month ago
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