A Short One

Ahahahahahaha. Couldn't help it when I saw this.






 I can so relate to Clara Oswald in this scene. The stupid things I would say in a conversation as I try to explain things. LOL. And it only gets worse as I explain more. *shakes head*

Here's another adorable pic though he definitely doesn't look like this anymore...


Ronald Weasley (Rupert Grint)

Imagine not touching fried chicken for a very long time... you could be like this you know. Hahaha.

That's all for this short post.
Be back soon.

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