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“Colin and I were jumping up and down singing “Let’s go fucking mental” People couldn’t believe Colin and I were leaping around. Fever Pitch had just come out and there we were singing along when we’d just done the double. Great times.” - Mark Strong

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A continuation of this one.

Fab besties.

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Besties!  #swag 😎

second part

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Some odd martial-art positions practice drawn before the KtGC

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…After Drink…😂🤪

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f u c k

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i love such parallels so bloody much

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things that are fucking spectacular

Dogs. Big dogs, mind you because anything below knee-height is a kind of mutant-rat and not a proper dog. At least that’s what he tells Harry because that mutt he picked, and insisted of naming Mr Pickle of all things, is just ridiculous. That doesn’t mean that Mr Pickle isn’t welcome at Merlin’s flat as long as he gets along with the six dogs that already live there.

Scotland. The Highlands, green hills, fog and ghost stories. Celtic Glasgow games, whisky and kilts. There had been a point in his life when Merlin had sworn to never return but he is glad he changed his mind on that. Because a couple of bad memories are well worth the breath-taking landscape, the familiar dialect and checking if Nessie has moved to Loch Lomond on his and Harry’s first proper vacation.

The look on Eggsy’s face when he asks for Merlin’s real name and gets a “Hamish Hart” in response. Granted, there had been very good and frankly quite depressing reasons that they had kept their relationship and sexuality a secret. But these days it’s mostly amusing to see people figure it out.

Harry. Harry in the morning with bed-hair and almost as grumpy as Merlin himself. Making coffee in silence because neither of them are in any state to communicate yet. Harry at work, Agent Galahad making snarky comments and laughing in his earpiece, elegant and smooth movements, fighting bad guys for a living and looking damn good doing it. The way he makes eye contact with Merlin during meetings when Chester or someone else says something dumb and Merlin always knows which sarcastic comment Harry just restrained himself from making. Harry asleep on the couch or in bed in Merlin’s arms. Harry bitching at him about his taste in music or being horribly sappy to the point where Merlin has to kiss him to shut his ridiculous man up.  Harry in December, refusing to wear anything but ugly Christmas-jumpers (most of which Merlin has given him over the years) while they’re at home.  Happy Harry, sad Harry, angry Harry, scared Harry. Harry in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health.  There are a couple of things Merlin thinks are spectacular, but Harry is his favourite.

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so since it’s christmas now have some festive Merlahad aesthetics 

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Did I miss a fuckin’ memo that said Kingsman had to be realistic?????

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Rocknrolla 2008

Who doesn’t want to hear Mark Strong say that ?

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Kingsman: The Secret Service + Text Posts - Part Five [Part Four :: Part Three :: Part Two :: Part One]

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WIP Merlahad doodle, my first attempt at drawing kissing!

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me @ merlahad:

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Oh, Merlin. Hands of the wizard.