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I’m sorry but this whole scene has absolutely no heterosexual explanation 😌 Arthur “I could take you apart with one blow” Merlin “I could take you apart with less than that” 😏 IM SORRY BUT PLEASE TELL ME IM NOT THE ONLY ONE SEEING TOP!MERLIN BOTTOM!ARTHUR ENERGY 😩😭❤️

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panting and whining from a battle wound iktr

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black leg “if i cannot be wanted, i will be needed and if i cannot be needed let me be used until there is nothing left of me” sanji

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Merlin: I don’t get people who justify cheating by saying they were drunk. When I drink, I just keep proposing to my husband over and over.

Arthur: And I have to say yes every time, or he cries.

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Merlin: I hate you.

Arthur: I hate you more.

Merlin: Oh yeah? I hate you so much I’d spend my whole life with you just to annoy you.

Arthur: OH REALLY? PROVE IT!

Merlin: MARRY ME AND I’LL SHOW YOU!

Gwaine: What’s going on?

Leon: Sit down, they’ve been like this for an hour.

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I'm rewatching some Merlin episodes, and Merlin truly does not give a fuck. He just tells the prince of Camelot he has a fat ass in front of his men, and then makes up a new word to insult him. This man has the most unparalleled job security.

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a recurring and central theme we see in bbc merlin is the exploration of being dissuaded or kept from one's nature.

merlin is naturally a kind character, with a backbone enough to abide by his own moral code rather than the law (ie. what he is told to do) when necessary. throughout the show, however, we see him constantly battling against — and being persuaded away from — his natural disposition and instincts in order to fulfil the prophecy, and at almost every turn, it is this that leads to his failures.

morgana, in much the same way, starts the series an exceptionally compassionate person whose nature becomes twisted and cruel due to her own pressures and fear, not least including the smothering of her powers

arthur's temperament is one he is constantly battling against, often to appease his father or the pressures of the crown. in particular, he struggles against his natural sense of fairness with regards to magic; time and time again something happens to seemingly push him from this path, which ofc also helps lead him to his death

frequently, plot lines involve people having some part of their fundamental selves changed via force in some way; lancelot's nobility when he is a shade, gwen and merlin's love for arthur when they are enchanted to harm him, the knight's code to protect with the lamia, others being forced to give up information due to threats or torture etc,

and this, of course, ultimately all echoes the way in which the natural order of things is being disrupted by the destruction of magic. magic citizens in camelot have to turn away from their very nature in order to survive, and in turn, their persecution has twisted some of them in ways they never would have been otherwise

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Arthur Pendragon 2 | BBC Merlin + Textposts and Tweets (3/?)

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BBC MERLIN + tumblr’s terms of endearment (insp.)

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Merlin traces his fingers, follows the exposed lines of Arthur’s jaw, neck, collarbone, but does not touch. He does this sometimes, when Arthur’s asleep. It feels like trespassing even though Arthur’s door is never locked to him and Merlin dares not breech it further. He dares not to put his fingertips to Arthur’s skin and feel his pulse flickering under the pressure of Merlin’s touch. He longs to. Merlin longs to see if that pulse would jump in recognition at the contact. He longs to see what magic might spark if he was allowed to touch Arthur with the love he feels. He doubts Arthur returns his feelings, so he never does, and lets the magic die on the tips of his fingers, cold, unlit.

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Arthur’s eyes follow the boundaries of Merlin where he dares not cross with his hands, his mouth. Arthur longs to touch, but keeps it to himself. Instead he lets his gaze drift over the angle of his cheekbones, the turn of his chin, the neck that disappears beneath his worn neckerchiefs. An article of clothing Arthur would happily dispose of, if only to see more skin, more Merlin—

More of what he denies himself. Arthur shakes off the thought, only to see Merlin’s hands skitter in and out of his vision as he uselessly tidies the desk around him. Merlin’s long, pale fingers that Arthur would spread between his own, tangling together, and pull—

No. Arthur will keep the distance between them, that endless chasm.

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Arthur slips. He pulls Merlin out of the shot of an arrow, fingers wrapped around Merlin’s skinny wrist, skin to skin. This alone is not the problem. The problem is Arthur lingers, despite the danger apparent. He allows himself to feel. Merlin’s skin is hot, sparking with fire, and even when Arthur lets go, he can feel the heat of him. He can not shake him, can not shake this simple interaction, and when they return to the castle, whole and unharmed, he does it again. He wraps his fingers around Merlin’s wrist and drags him back to his rooms, desperate.

“Arthur,” Merlin says laughing as Arthur presses the door closed behind them. “If you want out of your armor that bad—“

Arthur kisses him.

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Merlin, for a brief eternity, does not move, does not believe this is happening. Arthur’s mouth is hot on his, one hand curled protectively at his neck. Then Merlin slides his hands into Arthur’s hair and holds him there, unwilling to let him run from this.

Arthur doesn’t run. He presses closer, presses a noise into Merlin’s mouth that punches the air out of Merlin’s lungs.

“Merlin, I—“ Arthur says, wrecked.

“Arthur, yes,” Merlin says and drags him back in.

Later, Merlin traces his fingers down the exposed lines of Arthur’s body, skin to skin, feels Arthur’s pulse flicker under his finger tips. Merlin knows now that he has permission to touch. That Arthur is all his.

And that alone is a kind of magic.

touch - @merthurmicrofic [500 words]

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“if you’re sensitive to sounds when sleeping, just use earplugs!” i cannot stress enough that the sensory feeling of having my ears fully blocked AND now being able to hear my own heartbeat and breathing and every other sound that’s happening inside my own body is a million times worse than whatever ambient noise may be keeping me awake

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One sad side effect of big box stores is that you just don’t get lifelong hyper fixation guy access like you used to.

Like yeah I can go to Menards and buy a door.

But it used to be I could go to the door store, and speak to a man whose sole passion in life was doors and who would talk about the history of door insulation patterns over the last 50 years without stopping to breathe.

That man is gonna find me the BEST door option for me.

Seriously my neighborhood had one of these. They were across the street from the lighting shop owned by the guy who could tell you the exact date, off the top of his head, that your property got electrical wiring based on your address.

Now these guys rarely get to own a shop, make a good living, and sell the very finest doors for decades. They’re relegated to Reddit posts which are informative but ultimately do not replace door guy having a door shop.

I don’t want to talk to some miserable, underpaid 20 year old who was in plumbing last week and in doors this week and doesn’t know a hammer from a hanger.

I want my door guy back.

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it's Make A Terrible Comic Day!

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“Appeal to a wider audience” is corporate lingo for “strip more themes from a piece of media so it’s safer and more sanitized for investors”

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The closest experience I've ever had to discovering "the vitamin" was buying a 100% wool outfit and wearing it in the winter.

Not only was I not freezing anymore, I was not sweating and overheating either. The horrible sensory nightmare of winter clothes disappeared.

In particular, I bought a pair of wool pants. They were a thrifted pair of fancy dress pants like you would wear at an important office job, and they were easily the most comfortable pair of winter-appropriate pants i'd ever worn. I wore them Every Single Day.

From that point on I realized a lot of my clothes were making me feel bad, and the common thread was polyester. Especially polyester blends.

It's a trap because the polyester clothes are the ones that always feel sooooo silky soft when they are in the store, whereas cotton, linen and wool can feel comparatively rough and scratchy. But when actually wearing them for hours throughout the day, it's the natural fibers that feel more comfortable.

Maybe the secret to sensory comfort is not about the presence of softness, but the absence of overloading sensations. Or maybe the sensory stress and agony is not triggered by texture of the fabric, but by how it breathes and regulates temperature.

Then there's the problem of clothing life span: polyester blends, no matter how soft they seem at first, become rough and scratchy and covered in hard, itchy pills after wearing them 10 or 20 times, whether or not they have been tumble-dried or even washed at all. (I tested it!) Linen and cotton become softer and more comfy the more you wear them, polyester but ESPECIALLY polyester blends become a constant stressor. Polyester blend t-shirts I used to love for their softness now feel bristly and irritating.

So now I'm trying to change my wardrobe to as many natural fibers as possible, and the more natural fiber clothes i have the more I realize that the plastic fibers stress me out. It's so easy to overheat or freeze in them and they're always degrading and becoming less comfortable and it sucks.