No, Sir, that is not legal. You should be arrested for that.
Cornelius Fudge: Dispatch a owl to the Daily Prophet. If we hurry we should make the morning edition. Dawlish, Shacklebolt! You will escort Dumbledore to Azkaban, to await trial for conspiracy and sedition…
Dumbledore: Ah, I thought we might hit this little snag. You seem to be laboring under the delusion I am going to - what was the phrase? “Come quietly.” Well I’ll tell you this: I have no intention of going to Azkaban.
Umbridge: Enough of this! Take him!
[Dumbledore summons his phoenix Fawkes and both explode and disappear in a ball of a flame.]
Kingsley Shacklebolt: Uh, you may not like him, Minister, but you can’t deny—Dumbledore’s got style!
making out with clara’s mental projection of river
Maybe Moriarty was trying to write ‘I <3 U’ on the apple but he messed up and was too embarrassed to ask for another one
so he killed sherlock instead
the famous angelic eyelid wiggle
i’m a pretty angel princess
GO SIT IN THE CORNER
#SEE THIS#THIS IS THE MOMENT I ASKED JULIE ABOUT AT VANCON #I WAS BASICALLY LIKE #’COULD YOU SEE THE BIG FAT CRUSH THEY HAD ON EACH OTHER?’ #AND SHE SAID THEY WERE LIKE CHILDREN #CONSTANTLY HITTING AND KICKING EACH OTHER #AND THAT THE NEXT TIME SHE CAME TO TOWN #GEN CALLED HER UP TO GET DRINKS AND WAS LIKE #’JULIE THERE’S THIS GUY…’ #AND THAT GUY WAS JARED #VOMITING RAINBOWS #DON’T MIND ME#THIS RIGHT HERE #THIS PLAYFUL FLIRTING #MADE A BABY #JUST TO REMIND YA’LL