Arthur is 14 when he becomes a squire. He’s watched his fathers men for years and he’s excited to become a part of something. He’s watched the squires become like brothers, wrestling in the fields, slapping each other’s backs and heckling one another in a good natured way.
He’s 16, when he realizes that no matter what he does he’ll never be a part of the circle. He’s a Prince first and everything else second. It’s all anyone ever sees.
He’s 18 when it really makes him bitter. He’s no longer a naive boy hoping someone will take his olive branch and become his friend first and subject second. He taunts and bullies the servants because at least then the other noble boys will laugh with him instead of leaving him alone on the sidelines of their childish games.
He’s 20 when he meets Merlin, and in an instant he’s 14 all over again just wanting a friend who’ll horseplay with him and let him be a boy instead of an untouchable Prince. Once he has a friend, the thought of going back to a life without Merlin feels like he’d be living without his right hand.
Toughest Art Tool Yet: Watercolors
But First Times Are Always Special! 🎨✨
(Here’s what I end up with 👀 ⬆️ Picked Merlin cuz I love this guy ✨)
Human: Deal.
Fey: Very well. When you return home tonight, your mother will be in pristine health again. It will be like she never fell ill at all. Even the memory of her suffering will fade…
Human: Thank you so much. She means everything to me.
Fey: I know, I know. Let’s hope the price wasn’t too much for you after all… Only time will tell.
Human: So, when do we start?
Fey: …If I may ask you to elaborate?
Human: You said you wanted my firstborn.
Fey: Yes? And you agreed?
Human: Yeah, so, when do we start?
Fey:
Fey, blushing: Ah.
we should start a petition for the BBC to release all unreleased BBC Merlin footage.
BTS, deleted scenes, blooper reels etc!!!
This broke my heart.
5 times Merlin almost died and 1 time he didn’t.
petition to rename the usa ‘south canada’
I dreamt that there was a new meme that went, “If I dids it, I dids it. If I didsn’t, I didsn’t.” There was a third line, but I forgot what it was.
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gryffindor: karaoke parties at midnight, loving friends, will not stand for your bullshit, lives out of spite, oversized sweaters, probably did the stupid thing, loves their animals more than anything, socially akward, just wants peace
hufflepuff: done with your shit, sends memes to their friends, thrift-shopping, doesn’t care about opinions, wins at snowball fights, great fashion taste, never judges anyone, throws random finger guns, very competitive, plays the ukulele
ravenclaw: messy hair, curious about things, neat notes but failed the test anyway, hot tea, lives for fuzzy socks, knows a lot of random facts, easily embarrassed, loves to write, goes to art museums for the aesthetic, photography
slytherin: doesn’t know what’s going on, really emotional, loves horror movies, cries when reading sad things, astrology, dreams big, if they really want something they’ll get it, eye gazing, know-it-all, rosy cheeks, loves a good book
one of the most relatable and useful things someone once said to me is that what saved her from her own ideation was the knowledge that suicide is always an option.
And this runs counter to what is very often told, and I’m certainly not saying that that narrative is wrong. There are people that absolutely need to hear that suicide is Never an option.
But when you’ve been in those particular trenches for so long, the old sayings start to wear thin.
So what this person talked about was, the knowledge that she could theoretically always kill herself made it easier to postpone. Sure she could have killed herself this morning, but then she wouldn’t be out getting coffee with her friend. And she can always do it tonight.
But maybe tonight doesn’t work either because what she wants more than to be dead is to be warm in bed. So she’ll sleep on it. Maybe next week after seeing her friend’s musical.
And maybe that musical gives her the strength she needs to hold out for a bit longer, to scrape just a bit more joy from the world.
And maybe in two months it comes back, and she can’t do it anymore. But well, two months ago wasn’t the only time, she can always do it next month. Might as well wait for spring, the flowers are only just starting to come out.
So hey, maybe you could kill yourself. But you’re a long time dead with not a lot to do, so might as well scrape some more joy and excitement and interest and disappointment and music and grief and community and warmth from this world while you’re in it.
There’s always the possibility of something around the corner. Be curious and stay safe loves <3 (love heart.)