They’re onto us, Clara.
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They’re onto us, Clara.
A moodboard I made for antennapedia’s Pilfrey x Clara fic, Sexually Giving (x) It’s so good, guys! Give it a read:)
This job has taken me in every hole in my fucking body. “Malcolm!”, it’s gone, you can’t know Malcolm because Malcolm is not here! Malcolm fucking left the building fucking years ago! This is a fucking husk, I am a fucking host for this fucking job. Do you want this job? Yes? You do fucking want this job? — Malcolm Tucker
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched him tear the meat off the bones of whomever was on the receiver (probably Ollie judging by the vicious joy on Malcolm’s face) and contemplated how she’d come to be here. In a fancy black car, clad in an exquisitely posh dress, with one of the most powerful and feared men in Britain by her side.
— Personal Assistance | thescholarlystrumpet
I think he’ll [Malcolm Tucker] be in a little house on the coast somewhere and maybe he’s married Sam. – Simon Blackwell, writer, The Thick of It
Christmas at Tucker’s ❄️
Speaking of creative ship names...