tea biscuit

it-could-be-lupus reblogged your post “thing i want you to picture:  polly sitting at a kitchen table, slurping her tea while staring alfie down alfie,…

#this is surreal #i feel like infinite tea and biscuits exist #the situation never ends #no-one can enter #neither can leave

at one point polly just holds the cup out to the side without breaking stare and ada rushes over to re-fill the cup and then rushes back to the safety of the crowd where she is welcomed as a hero

it begins again

picture being with the girl you love for the rest of your life. meeting her, dating, skipping class to go to the seaside on nice days, just doing all the fun things that you should when you’re young and in love.

picture moving in together, the thrill when you get your keys and the excitement you both feel when you walk in for the first time and know you’re walking into YOUR appartment.

going furniture shopping, arguing over which colour scheme would look best in your bedroom and which sofa you should buy.

(she wants the ugly one, she says it has ‘character’. you think it’s just ugly, but the light in her eyes when you agree to buy it means more than getting a nice couch.)

baking muffins and cakes together, not without getting flour all over both of you, and going door to door greeting your neighbours, “hi, me and my girlfriend just moved in to the flat downstairs,” and they respond with smiles and offers for tea and biscuits, or showing you around, “look out for mary in the bottom flat, she’ll try to set you up with her grandson!”

(granted, mary next door tries to set you up with her grandson, but once you introduce her to your girl, she loudly says that she wouldn’t want to break up such sweethearts. she’s lovely really, promises to make you both sweaters.)

picture going on holidays together and not having to part ways when you come back. shaking the sand out of your clothes, hanging up all the magnets and postcards all over your tiny kitchen, laughing and kissing all the freckles on her face brought out by the sun.

during the summer going on hikes, and roadtrips, and picnics, and camping, and community barbeques, and garden parties, and long walks, to forests and seasides and parks.

pilot boyfriends’ anniversary agenda: 

  • morning sex
  • shower (sex)
  • chocolate chip and blueberry pancakes for breakfast
  • take the dogs out for a walk (lots of hand-holding)
  • endure lots of gushing from mrs h (with tea and biscuits)
  • cuddles on the sofa (lots of kissen)
  • dinner at angelo’s (lots of footsie)
  • god-i-love-you-so-much-why-won’t-the-bloody-door-open-i-WILL-shag-you-on-this-doorstep-if-i-have-to
  • throw clothes all over the flat whilst stumbling to the bedroom, refusing to unattach mouths
  • shattering climaxes
  • soft kisses and disgusting ‘i love you’ ‘i love you more’ ‘i’m a scientist so i can tell you that’s not possible’ ‘well i’m a doctor and i’m telling you it is’

Frank, Bonnie, and Asher have all murdered ~innocent~ people and AK is the one in jail.

Wes killed someone in ~defense~ of his girlfriend and he’s dead.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say HTGAWM was trying (and failing) to pull off some sort of subversive storytelling about White Privilege and how that plays into getting away with murder but I actually don’t have faith in the show’s writing so I’m just going to sleep.

I still cry at A Study in Pink when this happens:
  • Sherlock: if you'd been murdered, in your very last few seconds what would you say?
  • John: Please God let me live.
  • Sherlock: Oh use your imagination!
  • John: I don't have to.

I have a headcanon that these two lovely ladies are the best of pals. Every Friday evening, they meet in Minerva’s quarters for tea and biscuits. Minerva makes her own ginger snaps and Pomona brings herbal tea, brewed from fresh herbs in her greenhouse.

They stay up late, discussing the worst essays they’d seen that week and trading gossip on subjects that would make Mrs. Weasley blush. 

Minerva bakes goodies for Pomona every Sunday and in turn, Pomona grows catnip in her personal greenhouse, and always leaves a window open.