The Thick Of It

21, they/them, UK. find me on ao3 here

[michigrim]

[screenwack]

[afieldinengland]

masterpost

[idknotgonnapost]

some more

[afieldinengland]

malcolm had to have been proud of him. sick to his stomach in the back of the car failing at hate because well done son. and you make me think of myself at your age. and i never saw it coming. and how quickly they grow up.

[idknotgonnapost]

[idknotgonnapost]

chill bro he’s not going anywhere 😭

[afieldinengland]

from the series four deleted scenes

[masterbaiting]

[masterbaiting]

just stick your fingers into your mouth like that in front of him it could mean nothing

[ttoibrainrot]

my flatmate (casual ttoi enjoyer) just revealed that his favourite character is terri. TERRI. and i’m not sure how to feel about this??

quote: “i fuck with her. we’re kindred spirits.”

what does this mean???? 🤨

[ttoibrainrot]

his SECOND favourite character is quote: “the bald one who does team-building activities.”

STEWART PEARSON???

[ttoibrainrot]

my flatmate (casual ttoi enjoyer) just revealed that his favourite character is terri. TERRI. and i’m not sure how to feel about this??

quote: “i fuck with her. we’re kindred spirits.”

what does this mean???? 🤨

[afieldinengland]

i’ve always loved the way they loved

[masterbaiting]

quare desine dum licet pudico, ne finem facias sed irrumatus; leave off while you still can with your modesty, lest you make your end skullfucked.

i don’t want what you have, i wanna be you.

yes, you do fucking want this job. then, you’re going to have to fucking swallow this whole fucking life and let it grow inside you like a parasite. getting bigger and bigger and bigger until it fucking eats your insides alive and it stares out of your eyes and tells you what to do.  

they make me feel sick

please check out under the cut for my translations of all the catullus lines, because i think late republic roman invective shares a remarkable amount with the thick of it in terms of masculinity, obscenity, domination and homoeroticism.

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[icanwonder]

- You’re not breaking up with me, are you? ‘Cause I’m pregnant and it’s quads… Ah, you’re not laughing. - I’m laughing on the inside.

[masterbaiting]

“so now, i have to step into your shoes, but after you’ve shat in them?” “ollie, look at me. i’m not pulling anything out of a magic hat. the rabbits have fallen to pieces, their fucking heads are coming off and frightening the kids. so somebody else is going to have to help out.” “well, who says i even want to be you, malcolm?” “who says that? nobody says that. except every screaming atom of that etiolated stick of fuck you call a body says that. every fibre of your being, every stamen… says that. but you are not me, ollie. no. and you never will be me. i knew malcolm f tucker, sir. and you are not malcolm fucking tucker. you’re not even fucking manchester’s top malcolm tucker tribute band. and trying to be me, you? trying to be me will fucking kill you. i give you 18 months before you’re a washed-out, weeping alcoholic with no fucking bladder control. sleeping on your brother-in-law’s sofa.” “and so on and so on, it doesn’t have to be like that now, malcolm, politics has actually changed.” “oh?” “right. yeah, yeah. and you probably haven’t noticed because you’ve been on transmit for the last fucking eight years, waa-waa-waa-waa-waa! and whilst you’ve been doing that, everybody else has been changing, and it’s all a bit softcore now, it’s all a bit algorithms now. you don’t have to be malcolm tucker to sit in that chair.” “oh, how quickly they grow up. you fucking think you know me?” “well, yeah. yeah, i know you.” “you know jackie fucking chan about me. you know fuck all about me! i am totally beyond the realms of your fucking tousle-haired, fucking dim-witted compre-fucking-hension. i don’t just take this fucking job home, you know. i take this job home, it fucking ties me to the bed, and it fucking fucks me from arsehole to breakfast. then, it wakes me up in the morning with a cup full of piss slammed in my face, slaps me about the chops, to make sure i’m awake enough so it can kick me in the fucking bollocks. this job has taken me in every hole in my fucking body. malcolm is 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?” “yeah.” “yes, you do fucking want this job. then, you’re going to have to fucking swallow this whole fucking life and let it grow inside you like a parasite. getting bigger and bigger and bigger until it fucking eats your insides alive and it stares out of your eyes and tells you what to do.”

[idknotgonnapost]

ollie in the ttoi finale and brutus by buttress tbh with you

[crow-in-snow]

THE THICK OF IT | series 3 ep. 8

TERRI: Oh, that’s a nice, snuggly fleece.

MALCOLM: Oh, this is lovely and warm. 40 tog.

Malcolm Tucker: Domestic Edition