Petition To Shorten "classic Literature" To "clit"

Reblog to have something lgbt happen to you this summer

A Merthur fic with Arthur coming out of that Lake in Modern times.

They find each other and are happy and Merlin shows Arthur everything of this strange new world. Everything is exciting but eventually they need to go to sleep.

But Arthur can’t sleep on Merlin’s very normal but adequate bed.

So Merlin gets him the nicest softest Mattress of all worthy for a King.

Arthur still can’t find sleep.

Then Merlin resorts to a replica of beds of medieval ages.

Arthur confirms that it’s just like his old bed but he still can’t find sleep.

Merlin brings him to one mattress shop after another to find the right thing.

At last Arthur find the right bed and immediately falls asleep.

It’s a waterbed.

And then it’s Merlin who can’t sleep in it.

little thingy from the other week, stuff on my mind

My experience being a fan of stuff

AU where Gaius being convicted and sentenced to death is Merlin's breaking point.

He doesn't confront Uther about it because there's no point, but he does tell Arthur that he can't let Gaius die. If Gaius goes, so does Merlin. Arthur tries to apologize; the matter is out of his hands, he's only the prince, etc.

But on the day of the pyre burning, Gaius doesn't burn. He vanishes right out of his cell, guards in a coma, they're so knocked out, and Camelot wakes up to the pyre burning but they're confused because the burning wasn't supposed to happen until noon.

Arthur wakes up to see a crown on his table, waiting for him.

Uther Pendragon is nowhere to be found. Nor is Merlin.

merlin trending got me thinking about her again. this. specifically this look. i'm gay

Actually that no punctuation plot hole ooc wattpad fanfic written by that 12 year old will ALWAYS be better than character ai. And I love that 12 year old btw

Are you trapped on tumblr right now?

Is there something you planned to do before you got trapped in the endless tumblr scroll?

Are you yelling at yourself to get up and do the thing, but you can’t, because you’re trapped in the endless tumblr scroll?

Consider this your save point.

Put tumblr down, stand up, stretch, and go do the thing you planned to do. Future you will be incredibly grateful.

thinking about that illustration of solitude vs loneliness in which solitude is a dog peacefully holding its own leash & loneliness is a feral dog fighting against the restraint of the leash & feeling slightly insane

We've all heard about the "can I buy you a drink?" bar flirting trope.

But this is Tumblr.

And I'd bet good donut money that we're more likely to spend time in a bookstore than a bar/club.

So without further ado: