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I think I speak for a lot of people when I say this:

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I'm so sorry to interrupt the children's midnight picnic.

TASKMASTER, Series 19 Episode 4 "Midnight Picnic"

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I love that the ibuprofen knows where to go

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no place like home

Modern AU - rated M

Chapter 13: recalibration

He hasn’t allowed himself to think of her, of them. What was once a pattern of repeating scenes, affirming his actions, cementing their fate, now appears blurred in his mind, faded over time, like a photograph left out in the sun.

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Of course, she’d seen it. How could she forget? Waking up on the Chamber floor and there it was, gripped in Harry’s bloody hand. She remembers now how it glittered, how it shone, with rubies the size of eggs, the long expanse of the blade, the handsome curve around its grip. Who else had even seen it that close? And if the sword was still at school - if it was in the office - I can get it for you, she tells them all, in her head. In her head, it’s an oath. I’ll do it. I won't let you down. [ beast, n.: a wild animal, not human; a violent person, inhumanly cruel; someone brutish, untamed, depraved ]

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CH. 53: TWO MORE WEEKS

“Oh my God,” Mary breathed, rearing upright. “Oh, Lily, really!” cried Doe. “Merlin’s beard,” said Germaine, whose mouth had fallen open. “You actually—” And then they all began to talk at once.

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[ID: Two screencaps from Taskmaster. Mathew Baynton walks down a hallway, holding a jar full of yellow liquid in each hand. He says, "I'm either going to hate you or I'm going to hate myself." From off-screen, Alex Horne replies, "OK, well, I hope it's you, in a way." End ID.]

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Robert Anning Bell (English, 1863--1933)

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Aflame

Lily Evans has hated James Potter for a while.

Some might call it her natural state of being, her default mode, her factory settings.

His stupid windswept hair, nimble fingers sliding through it make it even more disorderly. His forget-me-not hazel eyes, glowing behind rectangular specs. His lopsided grin, upturning his lips slightly—he looks like he knows a joke she is desperate for him to share.

His intelligence, unencumbered by misplaced textbooks, unaffected by the number of times she has seen him fill in the last of his homework assignment just as class begins. His arrogance, exuding from him in that languid self-assured gait of his, students eager to give him space like he is Moses parting the Red Sea. His athleticism, winning nearly every match he plays in, stealing the show as the top Chaser in the school, and he bloody knows it.

He infuriates her. All of these parts and pieces of him roll together and set her aflame.

Which is why it is all the more frustrating that her body has decided, acknowledged, that he is incredibly fit and she can’t seem to muster an ounce of self-control.

Her new life mission is—apparently—to snog him as often as she can.

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blur: i am the top hat man and if i didn’t work at the british bank then maybe i could tolerate the youth of today lalalala

pulp: come closer… cause i’m going to tell you a secret… last friday night i had sex with your mother. (inhale) oh yeah. and let me tell you another secret… this coming thursday… im gonna do it again. alright.

oasis: i’m never going to die i’ll touch the sky and sex drugs and rock and roll will keep me alive

suede: is your boyfriend as bisexual as me

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In Search of Something More || Read Chapter 9 on Ao3 A Jily Regency AU || 10K Words || Rated M || Playlist || Start from the Beginning

In the sunlit garden of her sister’s home, Lord Potter had promised Lily a life of her own design, with minimal expectations—her presence at community events, companionship, and an heir. As the two stumble into the routine of marriage and work to make a life together at Stinchcombe Hall, unsolicited feelings provoke each to start wondering if this is merely a marriage…or if it could be something more.

A continuation of this Jilytober entry.

Chapter 9: Abundance

“—and I turn back around and find she’s gotten porridge all over herself. Up to her elbows!” The mix of delight and horror in Dorcas’ voice has Lily throwing her head back in a fit of laughter, the peals of which echo around the sunny breakfast room. When Lily had risen this morning, she had found the other woman already awake and dressed casually, reading Robinson Crusoe while having a morning cup of tea and had joined her, all too happy to listen to more stories of Eliza’s childhood escapades. The previous day—Dorcas’ full first day at Stinchcombe—had been marred slightly by a sudden downpour that had confined them to the house. And while Stinchcombe was anything but small, Lily had fought the disappointment of not being able to abscond to the garden and answer many of Dorcas’ burning James-related inquiries (Answering them where he might overhear seemed too mortifying of a possibility to her.)

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My latest cartoon for New Scientist

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An exclusive Easter extract for Guardian Books

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THE SECRET GARDEN (1993) dir. Agnieszka Holland

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late night after quidditch jily talks

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