bro, the tumblr users go from being one of the most top 10 endangered species, to this now being overrun with invasive species
we are literally repeating history....
Reddit: Americans
Twitter: The British
Tumblrinas (here before the migration): natives
we're being colonised
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how much tea do brits actually drink?
@piffany666 resident brit, i need a number
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I’m writing a FirstPrince fic
Alex wears a dress
Henry reacts completely normally
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Garret: Fuck the….and I can’t stress this enough…British
Irina: Fuck the French!
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I know the british love to queue but dear lord
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Why are the English trending so aggressively today?
The British are coming
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If you didn’t already know, I am a bit silly and weird, and I thought I would share some of my silliness with you (because why not ?).
In Downton Abbey a New Era, there’s a line that always makes me laugh (well actually there are a dozen but I don’t remember seing someone talking about this one in particular). It’s when Carson says “They better be warned, the British are coming”.
So there’s an old French expression that says “Les anglais ont débarqué”, literally “The English have landed” (or have shown up) that means “having your period”.
So yeah, I know it’s a bit stupid but that’s the first thing I thought about when I heard Carson saying that for the first time in the trailer and since then I can’t help but laugh.
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i just saw someone scared of losing twitter as a safe space for adhd. wait until they hear about tum— *gunshot*
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if hellen keller was real explain 9/11 🤔🤔🤔
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my civilisation speaks to me most
not when
the language my people fought to speak, rolls freely from my tongue like honeyed milk;
nor when
i am surrounded by a kaleidoscope of silks, mesmerised by the cornucopia of unimaginable hues;
not when
i enter the kitchen, overwhelmed by an aroma of roasted foreign spices and wood-fire;
nor when
my body knows the way my people dance, celebrating centuries of a thriving culture.
no.
instead, i remember where i come from when i smell petrol in an underground carpark
8627 km away
from the graves of my people
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