Aaaahhhhh I’m So Emotional Rn, I’m Reading The Official Merlin Book And FUCKING FUCK FUCKERY, IT’S

there is always some fucking laundry and dust and some other shit

Reporter: How does it feel to be the most hated man in Japan?

Dabi: In a country of Neanderthals, I wear it as a fucking badge of honor.

Reporter: What about the rumor you were voted the least attractive member of the League of Villains?

Dabi: WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT?!

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.

I am delirious is 4am

King Arthur: [writing, looks up to see Merlin sleeping on his bed]

Cat Merlin: [curled up and snoozing]

King Arthur: [sighs fondly] You're lucky I find you cute either way [returns back to writing, more like doodling a picture of himself and Merlin]

My idea of flirting exactly

im not saying i have a crush on you BUT i really want to pet your hair. please can i pet your hair. it looks very soft. please sir.

so much love for characters who are desperately unsure whether they’re a good person, a redeemable person, a person worth saving, but are absolutely certain that they’re a grade a hottie

Pardon me if I'm wrong

Perhaps I'm just an idiot

I do not take advantage of the road I take

Paved with the blood sweat and tears

Of my ancestors

I do not go to college just for a degree

The paper at the end of four years does not matter to me

The classes I take do not simply fulfill a requirement

I do not study latin just to say Pulchra Femina es to a friend

I looked at someone today, and

Yes, I was colored by curiosity

Becasue my life is more than a few words

Read from a computer screen for a test I will take on Friday

I do not learn to say I know

I learn to expect I know nothing

The classes I attend have a purpose

The money I pay

The debt I choose

Is not for you or my employer

To say that it didn't matter

Yes, my school is too expensive

And yes, the programs I participate in will decorate my resume

But today, I looked at my friends

Crowded around a table to have fun

Like childish adults just trying to make sense of everything

And I knew I never wanted anything less

Then an education.

I want to learn from my peers

Engage in this class,

Maybe try hard or not try at all

But give this road a chance to shine

For the rhyme

I will make of it

If education was free how many people

Would take a class just to know

What color frogs turn in winter

And if Edgar allen poe knew her.

I embrace my debt because it is a privilege

To know my family supports my decision

Even if my bank account runs dry

And the stress piles high

Because being educated is important

At least to me

And I can't

For the life of me

Think of a reason to ban it.

The children in the schools don't know their letters,

But they know how to hide from an active shooter,

They can't use their mind but

They can leave me behind

In a race for their lives.

Maybe I misspoke

I need to know my place, right?

I can't be too woke,

But dammit I can fucking fight.

Fight for the children who deserve to read,

Fight for the young adults who yearn to be

In college

Fight for the women who are fighting for their right,

Fight for the man I call my best friend,

Whose very existence is the definition on rebellion

Fight for the change I want to see,

Even if that change means going back to just yesterday

Gwaine: (gets Merlin drunk) Merlin: (gushing) he's just so pretty, who gave Arthur the permissions to be that pretty? Certainly not me. (Sniffles) He makes it very hard not to love him, (Cries) Leon: Lancelot: Gwen: Gwaine: Percival: The tavern: Arthur: Arthur: what.