your condom breaks
you feel a lump on your breast
your friends are ignoring you
you’re stranded on an island
you got rejected by a crush
you get into a car accident
you got stung by a bee/wasp
you got fired from your job
you’re in an earthquake
your tattoo gets infected
your house is on fire
you’re lost in the woods
you get arrested abroad
you get robbed
your partner cheated on you
you’re on a ship that’s sinking
you fall into ice
you’re stuck in an elevator
you hit a deer with your car
you have food poisoning
your pet passed away
you fall off of a horse
you or your friend has alcohol poisoning
you have toxic shock syndrome
your house has a gas leak
when she says she doesn’t send nudes
Some writers: *meticulously plan out every plot point and the tone and meanings before they start writing*
Me:
Concept:
Arthur and his knights and Merlin wake up on an island without knowing how they got there.
The only hint they have is a parchment with a name on it. They have to find that person to get out.
Arthur has to find a guy names Emrys.
Gwaine has to find Dragoon.
Percival the last Dragonlord.
Elyan the king of the druids.
Lancelot has to find the god of magic.
Leon has to find the Dolma.
Etc. Etc .
And Merlin?
Merlin has two tasks: one side says: find Merlin. The other says: run.
This broke my heart.
5 times Merlin almost died and 1 time he didn’t.
you’ll never see us again
finally made art work for my current fic 🗯 now I have an image to add for every update 💫
Once again, I feel the November coming.
I feel it’s cold grasp,
slowly trying to crawl under my skin,
spreading through my body like a sly disease.
At first, I did not even notice the changes.
The way my grin became more of a light smile,
The way my reflection always looks tired,
The way I crave the poets words,
just to feel someone else’s melancholy.
But than it hit me.
My body feels empty,
My soul is numb and lost,
My mind yearns for hibernation,
just to find rest and peace.
November hurts.
November leaves you feeling more alone than ever.
November is the month of the poets and the Sorrowed.
November is where I belong.
First, I was excited because she literally ended the Hundred Years' war.
Then, I was really mad because she was burned at the stake for that.
And now I'm fine again, because it were the English who killed her and not the French.
And she was declared a martyr, beatified and canonized later.
Just went on an emotional roller-coaster ride learning about Joan of Arc (Jeanne d'Arc)
the way it’ll be 10 yrs since the show ended in dec which means that we’ll hve been without the show for the same amount of time as what merlin got with arthur lol
Hello friendo, i am the hug wizard, would you like a hug?
Naw I would love a hug!