King Arthur: [writing, Looks Up To See Merlin Sleeping On His Bed]

Forest Dweller

anyone remember these two haha. ha.

5th-6th century merthur save me save me. save me semi historical accuracy

paddington and winnie the pooh would be best friends and i’ll fucking fight anyone who dares to disagree

The forest was a fairytale today

Arthur: Why are you so paranoid about Mordred? He’s a good kid.

Merlin: It’s not paranoia if he’s really out to get you.

Mordred: Emrys! I made you a flower crown!

Merlin: Out of what, poison ivy?

Mordred: Wildflowers. They’re medicinal too, so you can use them with Gaius and they won’t go to waste! :D

Arthur: Literally how? How is he out to get you?!

Merlin, begrudgingly wearing the flower crown and patting Mordred on the head: He’s bidding his time.

Me: *looking at a porcelain hand in the home decor aisle of a store* if I lost my hands in some kind of tragic accident, I’d decorate my entire home with hand-shaped things. Then I’d invite guests over for like, dinner parties and such and sit there expectantly just basking in their discomfort.

My boyfriend: Do you hear what you say when you talk? Do you know what you just said to me?

what do they put in large rocks that make u just want to. stand on it.

Two of my OC's preparing for a date

Eli had been anticipating the date all week. Keith had asked him out six days ago exactly, and tonight was the night. Eli had been trying for hours to find the right outfit. He currently wore a band t-shirt, and jeans he had gotten on a trip to the mall a few weeks ago. Eli was standing in front of the mirror, judging the look. The jeans made his ass look fantastic, plump and juicy, perfect. The shirt though, Eli frowned. It made him look like a twelve year old boy. Eli slipped out of the shirt and glanced at the mirror again. He blushed bright red. There were hickeys trailing all the way down to his belly button. Keith had made them, the day he asked Eli out on a date. Keith had gently slipped on Eli’s shirt, holding Eli’s face in his hands and kissed him until he was breathless. Keith trailed kisses down his neck, sucking the skin and invoking delicate and hesitant sounds out of Eli. They hadn’t gotten far, and then Keith asked him out on a date, “To do this properly,” he said.

Ok I’m having thoughts about the Uther / Arthur dynamic…

I think that Arthur was entirely raised by wet nurses / nannies / etc because Uther’s negative feelings were too strong.

I think for most of Arthur’s youth, Uther resented, regretted, and somehow blamed Arthur for the loss of Ygraine. And I think Uther essentially avoided his own son as much as he could get away with.

I think he got so desperate for an heir (and of course the problem couldn’t be with him, it had to be Ygraine’s reproductive system that was faulty), that he didn’t do his research, or didn’t listen to warnings, or somehow believed himself above the potential consequences.

I bet he knew that a life would be taken, but he assumed it would be some peasant of Camelot, maybe a knight, maybe one of his lords, but thought he and his family would be immune and would obviously be spared. Because, y’know, he’s the king of Camelot.

And I think he blamed Arthur for some messed up reason (I mean, ok, grief does weird things to people).

And I think every time he realised Arthur isn’t a carbon copy of him, isn’t the perfect heir (impossibly strong, talented, and stoic) he resents him and regrets that he traded the love of his life for “this disappointment”. Surely magic should have given him the absolute perfect heir? And person so amazing they’re beyond all human comprehension, right? Like Hercules, or Achilles.

Also, the way Uther loses his godamn mind when Morgana is dying in S3, the way he waxes lyrical about how important she is to him, how he can’t live without her… yet Arthur has been dying twice by this point and Uther gets no where near as upset. In fact, he sits with his dying son once, admits that his death is inevitable, then goes about his day without a second glance…

And because of the way his father couldn’t even spare him a glance, let alone a hug, or comfort, or an “I love you, I’m proud of you”, I don’t think Arthur knows what affection really is. I don’t think he truly understands how love feels.

I think that’s why he was so off-balance when he went to save Ealdor with Merlin and saw the way he and his mother interacted. It threw everything he’d ever known into doubt.

Maybe he thought that kind of love, affection, and physical comfort is for poor people, because that’s what his experience told him.

And maybe it made Arthur think - “what if my mother had survived? What if my father’s life had been taken instead?”

And what if Ygraine had lived and Uther had died? I mean, the spell gave Uther an heir to take over when he died, and he got what he wanted, right? So if Uther dies right away… well, you’ve got your heir you wanted, he’ll take your place like he’s supposed to!

Arthur has lived his whole life feeling like he wasn’t wanted - that’s what all the evidence told him. Then he finds out he’s “the reason” his mother is dead and his father is a heartless, emotionless, bitter man?

Holy shinsplints Arthur. No wonder he couldn’t accept the affection Merlin and Guinevere clearly had for him. Maybe that’s why he kept freaking out and throwing it back in their faces, getting angry, pushing them away.

He was scared because he had absolutely no idea how to react to it - no blueprint, no examples, no evidence that his own upbringing and his father’s mentality isn’t normal.

But my god did he try and give out all the love he had stored in his heart, all the love that was wasted on his father and was never reciprocated. My god did he try.

Bless you, Arthur. My heart aches so damn hard for you.