gentleman flash

1939: “Welcome to Britain. I hope you will be very happy here.”

2016: “That one’s got fucking STUBBLE, look! Throw them out! BURN THEM!”

Happy Valentine’s Day, griiffins!

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Here we go again

I kinda wanna be more than friends

So take it easy on me

I’m afraid you’re never satisfied

“I need to tell you something,” he says, unwillingly pulling his swollen lips away from hers and earning a moan from her. His eyes are still closed, but he can sense the quizzical look she is giving him from underneath. After all, not every day your booty call interrupts a fiery make-out session for chitchat. But ever since at the coffeehouse Bellamy watched Clarke pretend to be a 19th century gentleman with a flashing grin after she realized she had a foam moustache, he has been bottling up the ache in his chest, and he is sure he will bloat and float off like Marge Dursley if he keeps it in longer. “And you’re going to freak out.”

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