#I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS MY LAST PROMPT FOR OCTOBER

[einsatzzz]

OC-tober Day 15: Meme

when ur bestie is abt to say smth stoopid at the wrong time. base here!

[biderboy]

okay since it was asked for and i would like to show my undying gratitude for 1k of you sticking around, here it is! a writing challenge!!

thank you so so so so much for 1k, i cant begin to explain how happy it makes me knowing people enjoy my writing !!! i know it brings me joy, so i wanted to spread it <3 i love love love you all <3

- rules !! -

send me an ask or message with what trope/prompt and which characters you’d like to write for !

this is open for harry potter + marvel !! however, i will not be accepting works for tom riddle, snape, or bellatrix :)

i’m not comfortable with reading smut !! so please don’t write it for this challenge !

the work can be character x character or character x reader !!

i’m accepting two people per trope/prompt/song !!

you can mix it up !! (ex; trope 1 with prompt 5)

i’m only accepting two works per person !! i want there to be enough for everyone to join in :)

please tag me and include #sor’s1kwc in the tags !!

there is no deadline !! i am one to procrastinate my work so this is just for fun !! write it when you can !! <3

have fun loves !! i cant wait to read what you put out there <3

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- tropes -

enemies to lovers

tony stark x reader ( @yn-dreamlife )

friends to lovers

lovers to enemies

angel/demon au

james potter x reader ( @illiicitarts )

sirius black x reader ( @helleli )

unrequited love

soulmate au

i could see you (sirius black x reader) ( @milk-of-poppies )

coffee shop au

royalty au

bucky barnes x reader ( @cherryblossomskye )

- prompts -

fluff

“your hands are awfully warm”

“i look at you, and i see the sun”

i could see you (sirius black x reader) ( @milk-of-poppies )

“the world stops spinning when you’re around”

“you wrap your arms around me, and i’m home”

“nobody compares to you”

“they could take me, over and over again. but i’ll always come running back to you.”

sirius black x reader ( @helleli )

“heaven could never compare”

“is that my sweater?”

“it’s 3am, why are you confessing your love right now?”

“i adore you”

“the stars often get tired of how much i talk about you”

pansy parkinson x reader ( @lunar-lovegoods )

“i was made to love you”

sam wilson x reader ( @angeloniaa )

“without you, i’m an angel with no wings. lost” / “you’re an idiot, it’s not an angel if it has no wings”

“i listened to that song you liked.” / “why?” / “i missed you.”

“i love you like no other.”

“don’t kiss me then run away!”

“i’m not asking for money, i’m asking you to hold my hand”

angst

“if you walk out that door, don’t come back.”

bucky barnes x reader ( @cherryblossomskye )

“there is no ‘us’, it’s me, and it’s you.”

“you can’t leave me, you promised!”

regulus black x reader ( @whipped-for-the-weasley-twins )

“loving you feels worse than leaving you.”

“i can’t believe i looked at you once, and saw everything i ever wanted”

james potter/remus lupin x reader ( @thotbutpurple )

“you mean nothing to me”

“he/she doesn’t love you!(they don’t love you!) he/she/they never did!”

“everyone is trying to keep us apart, maybe they’re right.”

“you gave us up, for this?”

“did you ever love me?”

“do you regret it? leaving?”

“he/she/they would be disappointed in you.”

“are you...bleeding?”

“what makes you think i wanted to come back?”

“i can still feel your hand in mine”

james potter x reader ( @illiicitarts )

“i don’t think of you when i look at the stars anymore”

- songs -

the book of you & i - alec benjamin

that’s us - anson seabra

baby i’m yours - arctic monkeys

sofia - clairo

we could do it if we tried (ginny weasley x fem!reader) ( @pinkandblueblurbs )

forget about us - clinton kane

lookalike- conan gray

let’s fall in love for the night - finneas

we fell in love in october - girl in red

adore you - harry styles

two ghosts - harry styles

can i be him - james arthur

who - lauv

forever - lewis capaldi

fools gold - one direction

spaces - one direction

if i could fly - one direction

half a heart - one direction

last first kiss - one direction

already gone - sleeping at last

happier - olivia rodrigo

sam wilson x reader ( @angeloniaa )

favorite crime - olivia rodrigo

james potter x reader ( @acosmis-t )

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tagging some mutuals to spread the word <3 ;

@acosmis-t @angeloniaa @averychaoticcritter @amourtentiaa @anywherebuthere @cedrics-grave @daisycinema @eunoniaa @fjorelaant @gxtitobxby @helleli @illiicitarts @maybanksslut @pinkandbluechats @ronbrokemyheart @rcwenaclaw @shadesofvelma @thotbutpurple @silencioe @siriusmydeer <3

[st-fandom-imagines]

Life or Death

So this one really got to me, I hope you guys like it!! SOME SEASON 3 SPOILERS! tag list- @tiger-hugger and @hannahmontanabutgayer let me know if you guys want to be added to my tag list! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Request-anonymous asked: Steve H x reader with the prompts 30, 3, 25, 27, 58, 59, 73, 74? (alotiksorry) super angsty where the reader is injured really bad and thinks theyre going to die so they are saying goodbye to bfSteve? Maybe they dont die in the end but thats up to you. Love your writing btw♡♡♡ 3-“I know it hurts” 25-“I’m scared” 27-“Please stay with me” 30-“Is that blood?” 58-“am I dead?” 59-“look at me” 73-“Please don’t say goodbye.” 74-“you’ve shown me what love can feel like.” ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Being a good person really sucks sometimes, without thinking you put other people’s needs before your own, you are always trying to help someone, protect them, and shit, was I in deep. Dustin roped Steve and I into this mess last October and now here we are, fighting the mind flayer in teams, trying to stop the world from caving in on itself. Steve and I started out as me being his rebound from Nancy and just that, but after you save each other’s lives so many times, you can’t help but having feelings for the person. We have been dating ever since the snowball, both being there for Dustin, Steve asking me to go with him to chaperone, by the end of the night we were confessing feelings and kissing on the hood of his car. It’s been amazing since then, Steve treats me like a queen, he never makes me feel insecure, he is always coming up with little dates and is always surprising me with little gifts. As I laid in the back seat of Billy’s car, hands tied behind my back, gagged at the mouth, I couldn’t help but cry and hope that for once, just once that Steve wouldn’t be a good person. Billy knew that if Steve could, he would save the kids, or at least give them more time, he would do it. Billy was betting on Steve coming on the rescue, betting that he would come and stop him, in turn, slamming into me as well. So when Billy saw me alone, he took advantage of that and took me with him, no one noticing, everyone radioing to everyone else, trying to figure out where I was, Billy made me radio to them, telling them I had a plan and to keep on track. Billy may have not been Billy but whoever he was or what he was turning into was smart, he knew killing me would hurt everyone, so even if we won the battle, we would all still be hurt. “Okay, show time.” I heard him laugh from the front seat as I heard Nancy yell at Jonathan to get the car started. Billy broke, just for a second, tears falling from his eyes. I felt the car slam on the gas, my crying only getting harder as I heard gunfire from Nancy who Billy was probably aiming for. Before anything else could happen, I felt the front of another car, hit Billy’s car, glass shattering all over me, cutting my face and body, a big shard stuck in my abdomen, lucky enough for me, one of the pieces of glass cut my mouth gag. As soon as I could catch my breath I began to scream, knowing that someone was bound to hear me. “Steve! Robin! Nancy! Jonathan! Anyone, please!!” I cried out before the door by my feet flung open, and I felt myself getting pulled out of the crushed car. “Is that blood?” I heard Robin ask as I looked down at my feet and saw Steve pulling me out with tears in his eyes. “Fuck, shit, I should have known something was up.” Steve crying as he pulled me fully out of the car, seeing me bleeding from many different places, pain spread across my face. All I could feel was pain, fear and tears and it was killing me to know that Steve did this, and I knew he was going to blame himself but I would have done the same thing if the roles were reversed. “Quick! Get in!” Nancy yelled as she popped the trunk of the car, Steve picking me up bridal style and walking over to the car, hopping in the back with me in his arms, Robin helping him get me in the car with the least amount of blood loss. I felt Robin reach under me, breaking the zip ties that were on my hands, I immediately, touched my stomach, the main source of pain coming from that. "Steve, I'm scared." I groaned as I looked at my hands, that were covered in blood. My head was in Steve's lap, feet next to Robin who was looking at me in pure shock. I looked up at my boyfriend and I could see his lips moving but I couldn't hear anything he was saying. His face was turned towards the front of the car most likely talking to Jonathan and Nancy. I then turned my head to the back window of the car, seeing the Mind Flayer chasing us. "(Y/N), look at me!" Steve yelled, pulling me back into the car and making me realize that I was only loosing more blood by the second, this might be it for me. "We cant take the glass out or you will bleed out, you just have to hold on for me, okay? I know it hurts, I'm so  sorry." He sobbed moving pieces of blood soaked hair out of my face as he cried down on me. I cupped the side of his face with one of my hands, and smiled softly. "The needs of one, out weigh the needs of many. We knew the dangers, and it worked, the kids are safe. Steve, I love you-" I began but he cut me off, sobs rocking his body, head shaking back and forth. "Please don't say goodbye. You are going to be fine, we are going to be fine. You can't die, our story isn't over." He pleaded making me look at Robin who was still looking at me with wide eyes and mouth open. "Be there for him, make him realize it wasn't his fault, Robin, promise me." I demanded making her nod over and over again, tears welling up in her eyes as well, we had all gotten so close over the summer. I then turned my attention back to Steve who was covering me with a old blanket that was in the back of the car, trying to get my body temperature up as blood poured out of me. "Steve, Steve, please..." I whispered, making him lock eyes with me once again, I had never seen him cry this hard, it was breaking my heart. "Please, stay with me." He begged, resting his forehead on mine, our tears mixing together as they fell from our eyes and ran down my face. "I love you Steve Harrington, I always have and I always will. You have become such an amazing guy, and when this is all over, don't blame yourself, don't let my memory hold you back, live Steve, live for me." I tried to comfort him but he wasn't having it, stubborn till the end. "You are going to be okay, when we get out of this, we are moving in together, we are going to make plans, talk about baby names, fuck, I'll marry you next week, please. Just don't... just don't die. You cant, you've shown me what love can feel like." He cried making me smile, feeling my eyes getting heavy, feeling my body getting weak, I knew Steve loved me, I had no doubt about that, I just hope he can love someone else once I'm gone. I could hear him say my name over and over as my eyes closed, but I couldn't do anything about it, it was my time. ** It felt like only a second, only a second of darkness before my eyes fluttered open and I saw bright light, making my hand fly up to cover the light from my eyesight , groaning at the brightness, well at least I made it to heaven. "Am I dead?" I groaned, hoping someone would answer and much to my surprise, no one did so I turned my head to the right, and I saw Steve asleep in a chair that was pulled up next to me, both of his hands holding onto one of mind. I smiled with tears in my eyes, knowing that I in fact, was not dead. "Hey, loser." I coughed out, clutching my stomach with both of my hands, making Steve shoot up from the chair, feeling the movement. "Oh my god, oh fuck, (Y/N), shit!" He screamed as he cupped my face in his hands, looking into my eyes as if he didn't believe it was really me. My coughing began to stop and he ran towards the door of the hospital room. "Doctor, we need a doctor!" He yelled before rushing back over to me, making me smile softly. He sat down on the bed next to me, kissing my hand, lingering there for a second before sighing in relief. "Did you think you could get rid of me that easily?" I joked making him let out a watery chuckle as tears welled up in his eyes. He ran one hand through my hair, his other hand, holding mine once again. "I really thought I lost you, we got you here just in time." He smiled making me sit up from the bed with wide eyes. "Steve, the kids, Hopper, Joyce, everyone, what happened?" I hoped he would smile yet again but he just hushed me to lay back down, not wanting me to strain myself. "I will explain, but we need to make sure you are okay first, especially if we are going to get married in a week." He joked as the doctor walked into the door with a chart in his hand. I knew Steve meant what he said when I was bleeding to death but I also knew he would wait to marry me until I was cleared and until everyone else had recovered. As the doctor explained to Steve and I what they had to do and what they would be watching for in the next few days, he held my hand the entire time, making me smile, knowing he was going to be here, in sickness and in health.

[mistymark]

the one with the feelings [1] // m.k.l

mark lee x reader // 1.9k words // part 1/2 // masterlist

summary; in which mark and y/n have a lot of feelings but never at the same time apparently // the times we fought our feelings for each other and the one time we didn’t

warnings; drinking // light angst? // heartache

request; no I just saw this prompt and loved it

notes; why does this remind me of love, Rosie (I cried three times in that movie)

October 2012, age 13

The squeaky sounds of sneakers on the polished wooden floor and the bouncing of basketballs was all you could hear as you watched the other students run around, throwing and catching balls between them with grins on their faces. Spinning around, you searched for Mark, your best friend and latest crush - after having helped you clean your wound after you scraped your knee on the asphalt at school.

Nowhere to be found, you decided to duck under the back of the bleachers, your secret sanctuary when you didn’t want to partake in PE. Lifting the curtain to allow yourself entry, you saw Mark, grinning at a figure in the dark.

It took you a moment to notice their interlocking fingers, their touching shoulders, their legs brushing against each other’s as they squished together on the bench. Letting the curtain fall from your grasp, you hang your head and disappear into the bathrooms, unseen.

February 2014, age 14

You sat on the rickety chair in your ill-fitting school-dance outfit, watching the couples dance awkwardly on the dance floor. Spotting Mark across the dance floor, standing beside the drinks table as he waits for an opportunity to stop talking to one of your teachers, his hands casually resting in his suit pant pockets. The jacket hangs off his skinny frame a little too much, making him appear smaller than he actually was.

A few moments later, he was walking over to you, two cups of the terrible punch in his hands as he narrowly dodged the dancing people in his path. A grin found itself on your face as he sat beside you, passing you one of the cups.

You sat together for a while, talking mindlessly about the dance and school and whatever else came to mind that night. When there was a bout of silence, Mark placed his cup on the floor, wiping his slightly sweaty palms on his pants as he tried to muster up the courage to ask you to dance. His mouth suddenly went dry.

Within a second, a hand was being outstretched to you, the smiling face of one of the boys in your class looking down at you, asking you to dance. Having not yet been asked to dance, you eagerly grabbed his hand, letting him pull you out of your chair and onto the dance floor. 

Mark stayed sitting, waiting for you to come back. Waiting to ask you to dance.

August 2017, age 18

The flashing lights and loud bass was slowly starting to make you feel numb, but you watched with a grin on your face as Mark danced on his living room table, the small wooden piece of furniture barely supporting his weight as he moved. 

You had lost count of your alcohol intake, and Mark was clearly drunk, dancing haphazardly on top of the table. When the song ended, one of the boys nearby turned down the volume of the speakers, yelling, “Speech! Speech!”

Soon enough, everyone was chanting for Mark to deliver a speech, and he stood casually atop the table as he handed his beer to someone next to him. He addressed the crowd, “You’re all here! It’s my birthday, thank you.” His eyes found yours, “Oh, Y/n! Come here.” When you didn’t move, he waved you over again.

Eventually you stood below him, looking up at him in confusion, whisper shouting up at him, “What are you doing?” Your foggy brain struggled to focus on Mark as you watched him sway lightly on his feet.

He grinned at you and grabbed your arm, helping you up onto the table. When you were stood safely beside him, he wrapped his arm around your waist, “Everyone! Tonight would not have been made possible without Y/n,” he turned to look you in the eyes, his face serious, “my best friend.”

There was a beat before someone started cheering, and then the music was slowly being turned up as people turned to each other, happily chatting and resuming their dancing.

You stood still on the top of the coffee table with Mark, his arm still wrapped tightly around you, his eyes staring into yours. His gaze flickered to your lips, and he stared at them for a while, silently debating whether he should go for it.

And he did.

Suddenly his lips were on yours and your hands were cupping his face, his arm holding you against him as his other hand rested on the back of your neck.

With the cloudiness of your brain and the sensation of Mark kissing you, you found it difficult to focus on your surroundings, but the obvious squeak of the table was enough to pull you from the haze. With great difficulty, you pushed yourself away and stepped off the table, tugging Mark’s hand so he followed you.

Before Mark’s foot met the ground, the table was crumbling, snapping in half at the added weight and movement from your actions. He winced drunkenly at the table, then decided it was best to go find a sensible adult to deal with the problem, quickly making his way to the kitchen and abandoning you.

December 2017, age 18

You sat silently on the porch of your house, the porch swing creaking as you swung slowly, your gaze fixated on your feet. Christmas was always a busy time for your family, with all the parties and events your family hosted, but it seemed that no one had come looking for you yet, so you found yourself in the only quiet part of your house; the open porch.

There was a door slam on the street, and you looked up as Mark’s parents stepped out of their car, his mother carrying a large wrapped gift and his father a tray of dessert. Mark, dressed in a suit jacket and black jeans, stepped out of the car only to run back to grab something he’d left.

His parents continued up the drive to your house, greeting you with their warm smiles, “Hi, dear. How have your holidays been?”

You grinned back at them, noticing again how much of his parents you could see in Mark, “Brilliant, thank you.” You pointed your thumb in the direction of the front door. “Party’s inside.”

They nodded and smiled a little wider when they realised you weren’t coming inside with them, but you dismissed it as you continued lazily swinging on the porch swing.

A moment later, Mark was jogging up the drive, taking the stairs two steps at a time to reach you, puffing slightly, “Hey.”

You continued swinging, a smile on your face, “Hey.”

He stood up straighter, examining the outside of your house, “The place looks great. New door?”

“New door,” you nodded. 

“Looks good,” he stuffed his hands in his jean pockets, nodding to himself.

You raised an eyebrow, “I haven’t seen you in, like, a month and all you have to say is that my door looks good?”

“It’s not the only thing,” he smirked at you, pleased with himself before untucking his hands and making his way over to sit beside you. “I got you something.”

“You- what? No, Mark, you didn't have to! I didn’t get you anything,” you were suddenly ashamed of yourself; why hadn’t you gotten him a gift?

“Oh, come on, it’s not a big deal,” he shrugged, smiling and handing you a small box. “It’s nothing big, I promise.”

You stared at him for a moment before nodding, turning to look eagerly at the small box before you. Mark chuckled at your excitement. You opened the lid, “It’s - woah! It’s the friendship bracelet I made you ages ago!”

“When we were nine,” he corrected, beaming down at the tiny bracelet, glad that you’d remembered.

“Is this you returning my gift? You don’t want to be friends anymore?” 

“No! I thought - I thought you’d like it. I found it a few weeks ago-”

“I can’t believe you kept it.”

He shrugged, eyeing the bracelet and avoiding your face, “No big deal.”

You grinned, throwing your arms around him, “Thank you. I love it.”

You felt him hesitate for a moment before letting his arms wrap around you, holding you warmly in his embrace, the bracelet hanging off your fingers as you breathed in the scent of him, enjoying the moment.

January 2018, age 18

“1! Happy New Year!” The crowd cheered with excitement as the large ball on the television dropped, before images of people cheering, kissing and drinking populated the screen.

Your friend stood beside you, a glass raised to her lips, “You’re driving tonight, right?” You nodded, and she grinned, “Looks like I’m starting this year the same way I did last, drunk as fuck.” She toasted to you politely before proceeding to drain her glass, walking into the kitchen to find another.

There was a tap on your shoulder and you spun around, your eyes meeting Mark’s. The music started up again as the party continued, and dancing bodies swarmed onto the dance floor of the host’s living room, somebody harshly bumping into Mark, causing him to step forward, his chest merely inches from your own.

“Hey,” he breathed, his hands holding your waist from when he’d almost tripped. “Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year,” you whispered back. You weren’t sure if he could hear you, but he seemed to understand. “Any kisses this year?”

His eyes found themselves on your lips again as he leant closer, “Only one.” His lips met yours softly, the loudness and wildness of the party juxtaposing the sweet, sober moment between you two.

You pulled back, “What was that for?”

He bit his lip in an attempt to hide his smile, “I had to know what it was like.”

“What what was like?”

“Kissing you.”

February 2018, age 18

[2:47pm] Mark: got any plans this afternoon?

[2:50pm] You: not really, just packing the last of my stuff

[2:50pm] Mark: wdym?

[2:50pm] You: for college dummy

[2:51pm] You: I leave in two weeks remember

[2:51pm] You: gotta be ready :))

[2:52pm] Mark: ofc I cant believe I forgot

[2:52pm] Mark: must be bc im gonna miss you ://

[2:52pm] You: oh shut up ur such a drama queen

[2:53pm] Mark: bc ur not dramatic enough!!

[2:53pm] Mark: im not gonna see you in forever

[2:53pm] You: I’m literally going to be at ur brothers engagement party what is wrong with you

[2:54pm] Mark: I hate talking to you im gonna go pack

[2:55pm] Mark: promise you’ll be there?

[2:57pm] You: of course

April 2018, age 18

You groaned and hit the horn again, the long highway before you backed up far into the distance. The grey sky contrasted against the severity of the red brake lights ahead of you, glowering angrily at you from where they stood, unmoving. Anxious, you fiddled with the blue material of your cocktail dress, the white envelope sitting on the seat beside you, the time and place of Mark’s brother’s engagement party printed neatly on the card inside; 6pm at the Grand Wyatt Hotel. You glanced wearily at the clock on your dash, the numbers steadily increasing until 6pm hit, and later passed.

[eleanor-writes-stuff]

a language that i never knew existed before - Day 12

For @dawninthemtn, who asked for a modern AU in which “Ben Solo keeps trying to cancel his Book-A-Month subscription service, but just can't seem to say no to the friendly customer service agent”.

This was so much fun to write, especially since it allowed me to sneak some epistolary storytelling into this collection. Thanks for the prompt, and I hope you enjoy the ficlet!

Reylo fam! ‘Tis the season for giving, so come get your very own holiday ficlet right here!

25 Days of Reylo Also available on AO3

JUNE

To: custservice@resistancebooks.com From: ben_solo@gmail.com Subject: Cancellation/refund

My friend used my credit card to sign me up for a one-year YA subscription as a prank. I didn’t realize until the first box arrived today. I’d like to cancel the subscription and just pay for the box I’ve already received, if that’s okay.

To: ben_solo@gmail.com From: r_niima.custservice@resistancebooks.com Subject: Re: Cancellation/refund

Hi, Ben! I’m so sorry to hear about your experience with our service.

Our refund policy allows you to change your mind anytime and get a full refund for boxes not yet received. But might I suggest changing boxes instead? At $29.99 per month for a box of three books with a combined retail value of up to $59.99, we’re the most affordable book service in the country! If YA isn’t your thing, we offer eleven other standard boxes, along with an option for customization.

If you’d like to give us a second chance, please take this quick quiz to determine the best box for you. The results will automatically be emailed to me upon completion, and I’d be happy to guide you through the selection process.

Best regards, Rey Niima, Customer service representative, Resistance Books.

JULY

To: ben_solo@gmail.com From: r_niima.custservice@resistancebooks.com Subject: First box!

Hi, Ben!

Your first sci-fi/fantasy box just shipped out today, and should reach you within three working days. I hope you enjoy the selection, and thank you again for choosing to stick with us!

If you have any further questions, please don’t hesitate to contact me!

Best regards, Rey Niima, Customer service representative, Resistance Books.

To: r_niima.custservice@resistancebooks.com From: ben_solo@gmail.com Subject: Re: First box!

Hi, Rey.

Three working days, just like you said. Everything looks okay, thanks for your help.

Regards, Ben.

To: ben_solo@gmail.com From: r_niima.custservice@resistancebooks.com Subject: Re: Re: First box!

Hi, Ben!

I’m glad to hear the box arrived on time! If you don’t mind, please keep me informed on how you like the selection. I’ve got a few other suggestions for you based on your quiz results, and I’d be happy to switch your subscription if you’re not absolutely pleased with the sci-fi/fantasy box.

Best regards, Rey Niima, Customer service representative, Resistance Books.

To: r_niima.custservice@resistancebooks.com From: ben_solo@gmail.com Subject: Re: Re: Re: First box!

Hey, Rey.

I think that might be for the best. Sci-fi just isn’t what it used to be. Or maybe I’ve changed; it’s been a while since I last read anything in that genre.

Of course, if that’s too much trouble you can always just go ahead and process my refund. I’d hate to take up more of your time.

Regards, Ben.

To: ben_solo@gmail.com From: r_niima.custservice@resistancebooks.com Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: First box!

Hi, Ben!

It’s no trouble at all! I first joined Resistance back when it was an actual store, and I’ve always loved matching readers up with the right book. As long as you’re okay with it, I’d like to keep going until we find you the right match.

My next suggestion for you based on your quiz results is one of our non-fiction boxes, the history/anthropology combo. Please let me know by the 23rd of this month if you’re interested in that so that I can arrange for the switch and shipping.

Best regards, Rey Niima, Customer service representative, Resistance Books.

AUGUST

To: r_niima.custservice@resistancebooks.com From: ben_solo@gmail.com Subject: New box

Hi, Rey. The box just arrived today, and the selection is perfect.

So perfect that I already pre-ordered all three of them earlier this year.

I think it’s pretty obvious that this service and I just aren’t meant to be, as great as it is. I really do appreciate all of your help, especially you taking the time to discuss books with me off the clock, but it’s probably time to call it.

Unless you’ve got a third suggestion?

Sincerely, Ben.

To: ben_solo@gmail.com From: r_niima.custservice@resistancebooks.com Subject: Re: New box

What can I say? I’m good at my job – too good, in this case.

I’ve got at least three more suggestions for you, if you’d like to keep going. And your box should have come with a return ticket, if you’d like to send it back; I don’t see the point in you keeping the duplicates, unless you have a friend with the same unique taste in books? I’d be happy to process the return and credit it to your account. Same goes for your first two boxes; I’m sorry I forgot to mention it earlier.

I’ve actually really missed talking about books with someone, so really, thank you for humoring me. If you ever feel like debating the SWEU again, feel free to reach me at 555-3494. I like that things can get heated when we talk about those books, but it’s probably for the best if I don’t argue with a customer on my work email.

Best regards, Rey Niima, Customer service representative, Resistance Books.

SEPTEMBER

Rey: So technically we’re not supposed to tell anyone about this yet But Wait You still collect comics, right?

Ben: You make me sound like a teenage boy. I collect graphic novels, yes. Why?

Rey: You say potayto, I say potahto ANYWAY I know you’re not 100% happy with the customized box

Ben: They’re your picks for me, of course I’m happy with them.

Rey: Ben

Ben: I am! I’m just not happy with the fact that I barely get any time to read. And when I do get an hour to myself, my brain is too tired for anything intellectual.

Rey: You cutthroat lawyers and your ridiculous endless work Back to my point

Ben: You have one?

Rey: Very funny, Solo Okay so next month we’re announcing a special new box Limited time only And we’re only opening it up to 200 subscribers

Ben: Sounds like a big deal. What do we get, hand-bound manuscripts?

Rey: Even better Two trades and a hardcover, no extra charge

Ben: You’re kidding me.

Rey: Nope Completely serious You in?

Ben: Hey, Rey? No offence but that’s the stupidest question you’ve ever asked me.

Rey: Whatever, nerd I’ll sign you up

Ben: You’re my favorite person right now, thank you.

Rey: Careful, Solo Keep saying nice shit and I might actually start to like you

Ben: And we wouldn’t want that, of course.

Rey: Of course

OCTOBER

To: ben_solo@gmail.com From: custservice@resistancebooks.com Subject: Congratulations!

Hi there, Ben!

Your assigned customer service representative recently entered you for a chance to win one of our 200 limited-time-only comic box subscriptions.

We’re very pleased to let you know that you made the cut! As of next month, you’ll start receiving two trade paperbacks and a hardcover volume each month for the remaining duration of your subscription. We also noticed that you have seven months left with us, and as a sign of our appreciation we’d like to offer you the chance to add on another five months at the standard rate of $29.99 per month in order to receive a full year’s worth of comic boxes. If you’re interested, please contact your assigned customer service representative by the 31st of this month.

Congratulations again, and we hope you enjoy your boxes!

Best regards, Paige Tico, Head of customer service, Resistance Books.

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Rey: Did you get the email???

Ben: Just read it. Can’t wait for the first box. Thanks, Rey. By the way, sign me up for the extension thing.

Rey: Can you believe how far we’ve come? It feels like just yesterday that you were trying to cancel your subscription at every turn

Ben: For what it’s worth, I’m glad I didn’t. So fucking glad. I wouldn’t have gotten to know you otherwise.

Rey: Stop, you’ll make me cry Ben? I’m happy we’re friends too

NOVEMBER

Rey: Is it there yet?

Ben: Rey. It’s been two hours. I haven’t even left the office yet.

Rey: Okay, NOW is it there yet?

Ben: Still at work. You’re the one who shipped it, can’t you track the package or something?

Rey: I could But I think I prefer it this way

Ben: Of course you do. You’re lucky I have no other friends.

Rey: As if you’d stop talking to me even if you had a hundred other friends I’m your favorite

Ben: Says who? Maybe Poe’s my favorite. I’ve known him since childhood, after all.

Rey: Poe is a prankster and you fucking hate him

Ben: I wouldn’t say hate.

Rey: Ben He stole your credit card and signed you up for a year’s worth of YA books

Ben: And if he hadn’t done that, you and I would never have met.

Rey: We haven’t Met, I mean Shit I don’t even know what you look like BRB, I’m gonna go stalk you on social

Ben: Honestly, I just assumed you already did.

Rey: Wow, I’m offended HOLY HELL, BEN

Ben: So you’ve found me. If this is about the ears no, I don’t know what the fuck’s going on there either. No one in my family does.

Rey: What ears? Your ears are FINE, silly I was talking about your hair Christ, do you shampoo with unicorn blood or something???

Ben: That would be very soulless lawyer of me, wouldn’t it?

Rey: Shut up, you’re not soulless Funless, maybe, but I’d like to think I’m helping with that

Ben: You are. In the interest of fairness, I’m going to stalk you too.

Rey: Not much to see, but go right ahead Ben? Wow did I scare you off already? And here I thought that was a decent picture

Ben: Shit, sorry. Got pulled into a meeting. It’s a great picture.

Rey: You don’t have to say that

Ben: Well, it is and I mean it. And… I hope this isn’t creepy but I love your smile.

Rey: Not creepy at all By the way I like your eyes

DECEMBER

To: ben_solo@gmail.com From: a_holdo@resistancebooks.com Subject: Come celebrate the holidays with us!

Hi, Ben!

Did you know that before Resistance Books went online and became the #1 book delivery service in the country, we were a tiny little indie store known as Gatalenta?

This holiday season, we’re returning to our roots – and we’d love for you to join us! Resistance Books will be participating in the annual Coruscant Christmas Market with our very own pop-up store from the 15th of December onwards!

This is a great time for you to come on by and check out the full range of our diverse offerings. And if something catches your eye, you’ll be able to bring it home with you for the same incredibly reasonable rate you know and love – pick any three books from our store for just $29.99!

We hope to see you there!

Warmest wishes, Amilyn Holdo, Founder and president, Resistance Books.

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Rey: Hey, did you get the email about the pop-up store?

Ben: Yeah, I was just about to text you. I just realized your boss is a friend of my mom’s. Anyway, this is probably extremely unlikely but Will you be there?

Rey: Seriously?? That’s so weird And yes, actually I’ll be helping out 21st-25th, 11AM-8PM

Ben: You’re working on Christmas?

Rey: You know me Not like I’ve got anything else to do

Ben: Okay, feel free to say no but… What if I go on Christmas? We’d get to discuss books in person And maybe after your shift we could hang out? I haven’t been to the CCM in years, but Maz’s Cantina used to make the best hot chocolates.

Rey: Books, hot chocolate, and finally getting to meet my mysterious Internet stranger? Ben Solo, you’ve got yourself a date

Ben: Great! I mean Cool. I can’t wait. See you then.

Rey: See you!

Ben: Hey, so I just woke up and you’re not here Which is fine, it’s your choice to make And last night can be whatever you want it to be But… Rey, I know what I want it to be I know we moved fast, but yesterday meant a lot to me You mean a lot to me I just… I just want to make sure you know that before you make a decision And the decision’s yours to make, completely I’ll go along with whatever you want As long as we’re at least still friends Because I don’t think I could bear to lose you entirely, Rey Fuck, I don’t think I could bear to lose you at all Shit, sorry, that’s too much I’ll stop now Just… text me back, please?

Rey: Babe I’m in the kitchen Hurry up, breakfast is getting cold And Ben? You mean a lot to me too ❤

This is a little over two thousand words and stopped being about tsundoko about halfway through (if it even was in the first place), but it was such a fun idea to play with and I hope the format doesn’t get in the way of the story. I thought emails and texts would help me keep things short, but obviously that didn’t pan out.

Anyway, thanks for reading as always and I hope you liked it. Please don’t hesitate to like/reblog/comment!

[guillemettekaylee]

Lesson 15, Task 2: What has influenced me?

     In all of my years of high school, the other children used to make fun of me because I had an IEP (Individual Education Plan). My parents always told me that letting go of toxic people in your life will be your biggest step in loving yourself. They laughed at me because I’m different, but I laughed at them because they're all the same. I am Kay-Lee, and here's the story of how I overcome my challenges and stopped thinking about what my purpose in life was, but simply realized that all I needed to do was value what was right in front of me. My life is full of experiments and achievements. I have got success many times, and many times I have failed. I've learnt that I am not my mistakes, and that everyone makes mistakes, has struggles, and sometimes even regrets doing things in the past, but there's no limit to what you can do or accomplish except the limits you give yourself. I believe that our challenges are what makes life interesting and overcoming them is what make life worth living. I'm addicted to hustling, and I get depressed if I feel like I’m not being productive. I continue to update myself to be a better version of myself. Some days tend to be better than others. We all have a dream. But in order to make these dreams come true, it takes an awful lot of determination, dedication, self discipline, and effort. I say follow your instinct and let your dreams come true, we all have our own unique destination, don't let the pressure of others determine how to live your life, you are the only one who has to access it. Some may say it's crazy, but anything is possible in life. If you think of it, it will come your way. It is the willpower and positive thinking that will bring blessings. I did not just learn this from reading a book, I have been thrown through a lot of obstacles in life, but they've made me realize that for self achievement you need to distance yourself socially to improve in yourself mentally, and to always keep a positive mindset. 

     I was born and raised in the city, but my parents grew up in a small town called Sturgeon Falls. That means that all my relatives were up north. I'm a single child, who was given three incredible half siblings. My parents got divorced when I was around the age of one, it was a blessing because I now have a stepfather, who has stepped up and took the role of taking care of me. He has a huge impact on my life and decision that I've made till this day. He always encouraged me to work hard for the things I want in life and to never give up or take things for granted. Within the last three years, things have changed a lot. We sold our house in Mississauga and moved to a small, country farm town called Alliston. This really prompted my isolation. A lot of my friends started to lose contact with me, because we no longer stumbled upon each other in the hallways anymore. Moving to a different school was hard due to the fact that I was the new girl. When you grow in a small town, you usually have experienced a childhood with most of your friends, so accepting a new person to the group was very unlikely. I’m not saying that I didn’t have friends, I can consider them an acquaintance. School hours were the only time they would talk to me, meaning when I got home my phone wasn’t blowing up with texts, asking to hang out. I really only kept two close friends with me throughout grade 11, and with this all this extra time I had on my hand, I scored myself a position as a junior banquet server at the nearby Golf course across the street from my neighborhood. Let me tell you, that was definitely an amazing experience. I met and worked with the best group of people, this made my time go fast and mostly everyday we worked together to serve functions for business parties, weddings, birthdays & etc. Everyday I would see a handful of new faces and new foods, but would work long exhausting hours on the weekend, this one time I worked a 12 hour shift because someone called into the sick and they just simply forgot I was still there. The problem with this job is that it was inconsistent with weekly hours, you never knew the exact time you would be going home. So making plans in advance was foolish. Most nights I would come home at two o’clock in the morning and had no time for anything else. This stopped quickly due to the Covid-19 pandemic. I lost my job, because of social distancing because people were not booking in events anymore, therefore there was no source of income. I applied for unemployment benefits and this really sparked my creativity to come to mind. The beginning of March break, I took a visit to my fathers house in Sturgeon Falls, and thought of being closer to my siblings and cousins, and the factor of having no ‘true’ friends, I decided to move. 

     I knew this was going to be a super big step to take, but I was afraid that if I sat around and did the same thing everyday, that I wouldn't get nowhere in life. Choosing this really opened me up to new advantages, because I was no longer the new girl. I have been coming here almost every summer since I can remember. I applied to No frills, and thankfully I got the position as a front line cashier. Now, this might sound over dramatic, but being a cashier in a grocery store is honestly one of the most stressful jobs I have ever had, and that’s even considering my previous job, Chuck E Cheese. Where loud children were screaming and shouting all over the place and the guilt I had because I knew the eggs arrived in bags, instead of cartons. As soon as summer ended, it was when things started to get hard. I choose to work full time, while doing remote learning. I would have on average 35-40 hour a week, and teaching yourself after coming home from a 9-5 shift on a beautiful day to just sit in my room was very stressful. Not only that, I lived in a household of six, so it was always chaotic and someone always had a friend over bothering me. There were so many things distracting me from handing in assignments and reviewing lessons, but one of the major reasons was how depressed I have gotten. 

      I mentioned before, my parents are divorced. My whole life, my family has been constantly covering my fathers mistakes to save me from getting hurt, but having the chance to live with him, showed me how someone can be so persuasive but manipulative at the same time. I never knew my father had depression, nor did I know of his addiction. We always had a good relationship, but a distance one. Conversations were not consistent and sometimes we could go months without communicating. It's sad to say, but I’ve witnessed and confessed about his issue and he is constantly in denial. Do you know that saying, no matter how hard it gets, never turn on family? Well, I say this is full of bullshit. I am an extremely forgiving and mindful person, I always put the well being of others before myself. Although on November 29, 2020. Is where I snapped into reality, and now know that I can not trust no one but myself. The reason for this is because I spent so much time thinking about what I want to do with my life that I came up with an extraordinary idea to move to Australia for a year. Just for a new experience, I have never been out of Ontario, not even to Quebec. So in 2022, in October, I was going to leave and go on an independent study to capture the insights of Australian beauty. I was extremely close to my goal of hitting 10,000, before I got robbed in my house, and lost 1848 hours of hard working money. 6,000 was stolen from my room, and the only one to blame is my father. Sometimes people can’t stand to see you thrive, so they sabotage in hope it will bring you down. The last thing he told me about that situation, is that “it was your fault for leaving it here”. 

     After this I immediately moved back to my mother’s house, as an alternative to being sad and all crooked up in my bed. I dived into thinking “what makes me different from everyone else” and why this situation had to happen to me. They say that life throws the hardest challenges at those who can deal and cope with it, and I can proudly describe myself as being a very strong independent young lady, who has no idea how to cook. I like to tell people I know how too, when deep down, it is a big fat lie. I love trying new dishes and meals, and hate keeping it plain. My mother and I tend to make a lot of pastas, salads, dough's and soups. Also a lot of desserts, but for some reason I have a huge passion for baking but no stomach to eat it. Everyone has certain characteristics that make them unique from each other. Mine include, my beauty marks on my nose, my baby blue eyes, my fat fingers and my super addictive and loud personality. My special talent is doing a lot of over thinking before I go to sleep, I play scenes in my head. I practice the things I want to say. I make plans for the next day. I think about all the people I miss, I think of the ones I hate, I just ask myself a lot of questions. How do you explain to someone that you sometimes get sad for no reason and that you don’t even know the reason for your sadness that keeps you constantly up at night, I just can’t get things straight throughout my head. Sometimes the worst place to be in, is in your head, I've gained an understanding that my constant overthinking has just led to negative thoughts, so instead of forgetting about it, I’m just creating problems that weren’t there in the first place. I now take the time to deliberate and let it flow naturally and this has helped me discover my hobbies. 

     I have a strong love towards music, I cant play any instrument but I sure know every lyric in my playlist on Spotify and that is over a hundred of songs. Music never stops playing, I connect to it so much because the artist has no boundaries or limitations and they freely just speak about anything. People are always challenged by the fact that no one understands them or no one knows how they really feel but music allows them to capture these emotions and have the opportunities to share with people who may be going through the same thing, but is too afraid to open up. Music is my escape, but not only one. I've gained an interest in fashion recently, and went out and bought a sewing machine, and a full size body mannequin. I also went out and bought all the necessities to become a producer in clothing. I only started a month ago, but I've seen major improvement by just educating myself more on the type of snitches and just by searching up new techniques. I have a problem with painting, within the last couple of months, the color of my room has changed over six times. I feel like it just helps me become less anxious and allows my inner personality to stand out. Anything along the lines of crafts, sports, and just trying out new things, and exploring new places will attract me. Throughout my life I will continue to develop new hobbies and just find new ways to distract myself, from the society we live in. Looking at myself six months ago, I can say that I was not in a good state of mind, and was really just overthinking the littlest things. I've criticized myself over and over again, instead of rewarding myself. This is my biggest problem. I just need to believe a little more in myself. Nobody is worth stressing about, move forward. It's okay to leave people behind. Go make yourself the number one priority, and see where life takes you. 

[rimurutempest]

I have no shame, so I’m posting another writing assignment for you all to either laugh at or ignore, your call.

Here’s the prompt:

“ Class ... Richard Matheson adapted I Am Legend for the bigscreen in the early 1960s.  He so hated the changes made to his script that he asked to have his name removed from it.  The movie, titled The Last Man on Earth and starring Vincent Price, is available to be watched on YouTube.  (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=feQIhzNpBLQ) After you watch the movie, write a three page (700-800 word) response focusing on the changes made.  Pick 3-5 significant changes made and describe them.   Discuss whether the change was a good, bad or horrific choice.  You may want to rank your choices such as the 5 worst changes in order or the best 3 changes.  Discuss what effect each change had on the story as a whole. You don’t need to do any research for this paper.  I want to read your own thoughts on this movie. 

Because we will begin next Wednesday’s class discussing the movie and the changes, you need to email your papers to me by 6:15 October 7, 2020.  Journals submitted after that cannot be accepted. 

Cut and paste your essays into the body of the email.  Don’t attach them or send me links to Googledocs or any similar site. 

Enjoy the film.”

and here’s my scorching hot take of 1200+ words:

I was looking forward to watching a classic Vincent Price film, full of playfully eerie campiness, but The Last Man on Earth didn't hold up to my expectations. It's not the first time I've seen Price play a villain, but the mood of this story just didn't seem to suit him. While I didn't love the book, the movie honestly sat with me even worse. I cant blame Matheson for hating it. My distaste for his writing, and the biases I noticed therein, stem from my personal conviction that it's crucially important to consume media critically and examine what messages are being conveyed, overtly, subtly, intentionally, or otherwise. As I mentioned in class, there were a fair many flaws that I found troublesome, but I absolutely acknowledge and appreciate the overall influence I Am Legend had on vampire – and in a broader sense, both sci-fi and horror – fiction. I deeply enjoy thorough world building and attention to detail, and I personally am very invested in plausible scientific explanations for fantasy tropes. The book delved into most of those details in a sensible way, but the film left much of them unaddressed, and that was disappointing to say the least.

The Last Man on Earth started out following the book well enough at first, some small details were changed, but none too important. These details were understandable given the limitations of the era, and didn't detract from the introduction to the post apocalyptic setting. Our main character, Robert Neville, has had his name changed to Robert Morgan. The movie started out with the 3 yr time skip, which happened a ways into the source material, contrary to the 1 year since the plague hit and 5 months we're told Robert spent surviving alone. There are significantly less sexy vampire women posing outside at night, and significantly less of Robert being insufferably horny as a result. The film also censored his alcoholism almost entirely, shaving a great many key events from the book.

In the film, vampires react to Robert during the day, albeit groggily and helplessly, whereas in the book they were fully catatonic and unresponsive, apart from a subdued dying gasp in some cases. On that note, there seem to be no vampire sub-types, all are apparently either fully alive or fully dead, and it is unclear which is the case. When Robert visited the mausoleum to mourn Virginia, there was no vampire to fry, and thus he didn't learn anything regarding exposure to sunlight. Instead he fell asleep in the mausoleum, rather than leaving to test effects of the sun on vampires further. His nap is also what leads to his returning home late, instead of a broken watch, and it's already night as he leaves the crypt, compared to night falling during the drive home. Robert's struggle to get into his house is quite different: there is no using his car as a decoy, no garage scene with Ben, no forgotten keys to retrieve, and no follow-up drunken shooting and punching after getting inside safely, just Robert plowing through the vampires recklessly, both bodily and with his car, until he's safely inside for the night.

The deviations from the source material are now piling up faster than I can count. Robert has his flashback to the plague days after watching home movies – not a detail from the book – and it starts much earlier, towards the onset of the plague. He is revealed to have been a scientist directly assigned to researching the plague, versus a former soldier working at an unspecified plant – I assume an electric plant, but nuclear would also be entirely plausible. The flashback continues, showing the events of the past all in one go, rather than being disbursed throughout multiple reflections over the course of the story proper. Movie Robert did not follow protocol to willingly burn Kathy, instead he actually fought authorities to retrieve her remains, unsuccessfully. The religious fanaticism and effects of religious paraphernalia are not really addressed, either.

The film is now so removed from the book, events are much harder to sync up – some events from the book don't happen at all, some happen out of sequence, and even still, some events in the film were not in the book in the first place. Movie Robert never seems to test the allyl essential oil, let alone isolate it, or sunlight at all for some reason. He doesn't work to gradually gain the dog's trust in the film, just chases it, gives up, then finds it outside his house shortly thereafter, suddenly offering its full trust. The topic of suicide vs continued, bleak survival is not explored. Film Robert also just flat out doesn't try to cure the dog and stakes it himself. In the book, it's implied he kept trying until it died, a week later, where it's unclear if he finished it off, or if it merely died of its infection and stayed dead. The differing ways the disease affects non human animals aren't really detailed in either media. Ruth appears immediately after the dog.

The entire Ruth encounter is vastly altered, with the whole sequence taking place within one night. Honestly, book Ruth was somehow more suspicious than this woman over all, perhaps because there is more time in which to build tension. The whole damn interaction is a mess in the film: somehow simultaneously nothing happens, and everything left in the story happens all at once in a jumbled up mess. Movie Ruth is never intimate with Robert, never knocks him out, never leaves to plead his case, leaves no note...Also I guess we have an answer to the earlier mystery, in that all vampires are actually alive? Meanwhile, rather than pills, the new vampires use a serum injection via syringe, and Ruth doesn't even remotely try to be subtle and sneaky about taking it, getting caught immediately by Robert.

Cue a very weird standoff followed by a sudden declaration of love? The so-called romance between Ruth and Robert wasn't half believable in the book either, but who the hell was supposed to believe that happened after the movie's sequence of kidnapping, shouting match, repeated physical assault, and like, a max of 5 minutes interacting...? Heteros are truly sick in the head, it must be rough. Now we've got a ridiculously unsafe blood transfer that instantly cures Ruth. Cue painfully stupid chase scene, featuring Ruth still simping for Robert in a downright offensively pathetic manner. Turns out bullets work on vampires in the film I guess. This ending begs the question: if all vampires are alive, why are they killing the ones with no serum? Also why did the women and children just like, suddenly file into that church in the middle of the chase-scene-slash-gun-fight? That was so weird. The poison tablets were obviously left out, since the whole scene just went off the rails anyway. Robert's parting title drop is omitted, presumably since the film didn't use the book title anyway. So many things left unaddressed, so many unanswered questions...What even happened to Ruth after that? Did she like, use her new antibodies to cure everyone else or did they kill her for simping crimes? Did she just...leave? When are we getting The Last Woman on Earth sequel film?

[brolinskeep]

Under-giffed scenes of Merlin

another anual rewatch series

based on a post by @dollopheadsandclotpoles​ i'm going to do a series of under-giffed scenes of merlin for my anual rewatch this year starting end of october.

but we may need some help picking scenes to gif for every episode, so if you have a scene that doesn’t get the gif-attention it deserves, please send in your prompts :)

just send an ask, reply to this post or reblog it adding your prompt, including the number of the episode and which scene from it (if it’s a rather long scene, please let me know which moment/line you’d like the focus to be on!). also: when i make the gifset of your prompt, i’d like to add ‘prompt by [yourtumblrname]’ to the post. if you do NOT want to be mentioned, please let me know.

despite the tags i’m tagging this post with, A L L scenes and characters are welcome with one exception: since i am an exclusive merthur shipper, i rather not gif merlin or arthur in a romantic/*shippery* context with anyone but each other, so no freya\merlin, gwen\arthur or those s1 morgana\arthur scenes.

you’re welcome to send as many prompts as you want for every episode. *

for the list of episodes and what prompts have been made yet:

1x01: sir owlen’s medicin [by @momotastic27] , saving arthur [by @tracionn] 1x02: “Has your father apologised for not believing you?” “He'll never           apologise.” -> arthur apologizing to merlin [by @momotastic27] 1x03: Arthur raiding Gaius’s place and asking what his papers are and Gaius is          like “My life’s work” [by @dollopheadsandclotpoles] 1x04: Merlin goes wild wild west: Showdown in the throne room (you know when           the red ones meet the blue ones) [by @merlination] 1x05: - Lancelot and Gwen's first meeting [by @xrosheen]          - Arthur Dom!tendencies towards Lancelot "ON YOUR KNEES" vs."I only            wish to serve" [by @momotastic27] 1x06: - Merlin learning some magic from Edwin [by @momotastic27]          - merlin and arthur talk   [by anon] 1x07: where Sophia is being attacked and Arthur fights them off and as the           bandits are running away Merlin yells “AND LET THAT BE A LESSON TO           YOU” and Arthur gives him a look like “wtf”           [by @dollopheadsandclotpoles​] 1x08: - Merlin in the military gear or however that gangway is called             [by @merlination​]          - Mordred being separated from his fellow starting with “Go!”            [by @merlination​] 1x09:  you could say there’s a bond between us 1x10: - Merlins shoulder clap vs GAius hug [by @merlination​]          - Merlin cant sleep without Arthur by his side aka turing wildly, seaching             the sword and standing up in the most clumsy way ever.             [by @merlination​] 1x11: I want you to go in there … But it could be dangerous … Lets hope so.           [by @merlination​] 1x12: - Morgana searching for Gwen in different locations [by @merlination​]          - Gwen and her father and the present part: You’re a beautiful girl, you            deserve beautiful things. [by @merlination​] 1x13: Arthur puts himself between Merlin and the Questing Beast (cave scene)           [by @xrosheen]

2x01: merlin saving arthur from the gargoyle 2x02: -Every moment of Arthur in Merlin's cloak/the moment where Arthur gives           away his credits and rewards to his jousting substitute? [by @tracionn]          - arthur trying to sleep at gwen’s 2x03: merlin vs the broom 2x04: - Merlin when he does the magic to let the Kronleuchter fall and Arthur             when he gets them out of the fighting pit? [by @tracionn​]          - gwencelot tunnel scene          - its him you need to worry about          - anything with Merlin in his disguise clothes really [by @tracionn​] 2x05: merthur watching  uther and catrina 2x06: - i told you so          - Arthur has drunk the [potion] and passes out. Merlin and Gaius lower            him to the ground. Merlin cradles his head and then once his head is on            the ground, he goddamn strokes the side of his face.            [by @peepscarf108]          - merlin “cleaning” arthur room [by @moonliel]          - dragon laughing about uther          - arthur and uther talk 2x07: - Merlin being all sad and magicking the fire horse [by @tracionn​]           - Arthur defending Merlin please  [by @tracionn​] 2x08: - arthur losing to morgause           - “Oh great, so the horse knows where we’re going”              [by @dollopheadsandclotpoles​]          - Merthur i was defeated by a girl . That’s quite funny when you think            about it, or not. [by @merlination​] 2x09: merthur sure you haven’t eaten them?  I haven’t had the chance.          (The drum stick acvident) [by @merlination​] 2x10: - “Every WOman in the Land is aTtracted to his boy”              [by @dollopheadsandclotpoles​]            - merlin? Yes arthur? (Because he rarely calls him by his name in exactly            that way, it’s usually sire) [by @merlination​]          - uther to merlin abt arthur ‘whatshappened to him?’ 2x11: arthur’s dinner ‘let it thicken 2x12: - one where Arthur picks Uther up, sees that he’s sleeping and drops him             back on the table  [by @dollopheadsandclotpoles​]          - the bit where Merlin is trying to revive Gaius and it’s not working             [by @dollopheadsandclotpoles​]          - there’s also the moment where Merlin makes a joke about Uther having            a big ass [by @dollopheadsandclotpoles​] 2x13: - “That’s a BIG WORD Merlin, sure you know what it means?”             [by @dollopheadsandclotpoles​]          - wet!merthur in the tavern [by @ofkingsandlionhearts​]          - They’re in their hotel room- equivalent- Arthurs getting undressed.             Merlin is in a separate bed on the other side of the room. There’s a             silent exchange where Merlin looks [wistfully] at shirtless Arthur. Arthur             turns and looks over his shoulder. Merlin awkwardly avoids his gaze.             Arthur then asks ‘what is wrong with you today?’ [by @peepscarf108]                         

3x01: - Gaius talking to Uther in the throne room, because beautiful shot             [by @merlination]           - morgause and merlin chatting 3x02:  arthur promissing uther to defend camelot 3x03: - Merlin in the library “east is that way” [by @merlination]           - arhtur tanghled in his sheets           - goblin!gaius b*tchslapping uther [by @ofkingsandlionhearts​] 3x04: - Gwaine’s disarming move ™ [by @momotastic27]           - Merlin is in the fake-Knights’ chambers being attacked. Gwaine bursts             in to save him. He says “You alright, Merlin?” And Merlin shakes his             head and does the cutest little “Nooo”. [by @peepscarf108]           - Gwaine saving Arthur in the tavern and going down because of his             injury [by @merlination] 3x05: - Merthur: Trust me - If you say that one more time [by @merlination]           - Throne room, Arthur parising Merlin infront of the court, Gwen being a              proud mum [by @merlination] 3x06: - Grunhilda talking to the sidhe king [by @momotastic27]           -  the guard and arthurs horse           - Elena and her father and the shoes. Perfect for what? Certainly not for             walking. [by @merlination]           - Uther/Arthur in his chambers. One fine day you will be a husband, but             for sure you will be king. [by @merlination]           - gaius and merlin talking tongue magic 3x07: - The WoOoolves a.k.a when Merlin pretends not to doesn’t get the hint             that Arthur wants to be alone with Gwen             [by @dollopheadsandclotpoles]          - Breakfast scene - Uther: We can just replace her and the reactions of            Arthur, Merlin and Morgana. [by @merlination]           - Elyan/Gwen reunited hug  [by @merlination] 3x08: - When Gwaine and Arthur are arguing about who has to stick their hand             in that bug infested thing to save Merlin [by @dollopheadsandclotpoles]           - courage strength and magic           - Gwaine’s sword being turned into flowers [by @dollopheadsandclotpoles 3x09: the one where Merlin is a sassy dad. Gaius/Merlin “Do your supplies           normally kiss you?” “How dare you" [by @merlination] 3x10: Morgana and her gorgeous red dress searching the castle in different           places (because that castle is as pretty as Morgana in her dress)           [by @merlination] 3x11: - Merlin. Yeah, you’re right, theres nothing to worry about.            [by @merlination]          - Gilly/Merlin “Youre not a gladiator, Uhter will have you executed.”            [by @merlination]           - dinner talk ‘arthur is ready to be king’ 3x12: - Leon being healed in the cave “Welcome knight” [by @merlination]           - uther ‘u must go alone’ - arthur: takes merlin with 3x13: - Merlin/Gwaine “You look like you’ve seen a ghost” “I’m fine”             [by @merlination]           - Merthur: “We cant defeat a mortal army.” “We dont know until we try.”             [by @merlination]           - the knights being knighted 

4x01: arthur comforting the girl in the council chambers  [by @nerdderek] 4x02: lancelot being like "you're meant to be dying" to merlin and then merlin's           like "sorry" and they banter a bit about lancelot's skills [by @nerdderek]     4x03:  merlin's expressions when arthur's on the wheel [by @nerdderek] 4x04:  merlin and the badass "i am the last dragonlord" scene  [by @nerdderek] 4x05: 4x06:  merlin-morgana conversation with the "do me a favour will you? let arthur            know. he still thinks of me as an underachiever but i'm quite proud of            those accomplishments" [by @nerdderek] 4x07:  convo between gaius and arthur at the end "contained within this great            kingdom is a rich variety of people with a range of different beliefs. i'm not            the only one seeking to protect you arthur" [by @nerdderek] 4x08:  the guy for the village being all dismissive of merlin and elyan stepping up            and going "his name is merlin." and gwen saying "he was appointed            acting physician by king arthur himself" [by @nerdderek] 4x09: 4x10: - “So now YOU’RE ignoring me. Great. I might as well not even exist.             ‘Hello, my name’s Merlin, but don’t worry about me. I’m not even here.”              [by @dollopheadsandclotpoles​]           - “Ask Arthur I’m always peeing" [by @dollopheadsandclotpoles​]           - merlin following arthur into the woods and they have that “fancy meeting             you here” - ”what the hell are you doing creeping around the woods             conversation  [by @nerdderek] 4x11: 4x12: “A king must look KinGLY” or the “I’m saying… the belt is one hole shy of           perfection” [by @dollopheadsandclotpoles​] 4x13: When the party enters Camelot           Isolde to Tristan: Whatever happened to the idea of finding a bit of land           and settling down?           Arthur trying to say something nice to Merlin: You know, this thing’s not           bad.           Merlin to Arthur: Thought you might like it. [by @lao-paperman]

5x01: where Arthur says it's treason to threaten a king and merlin goes "how          about an ass?"  [by anon] 5x02: 5x03: at the start of the ep before they hear the woman screaming / when they           run towards the village and arthur says "you're learning" to merlin           [by @nerdderek] 5x04: when Arthur fights in that cavern and then realizes that he's been           betrayed [by @tracionn] 5x05: Gwen in the dark tower- freaking out because of Morgana’s bad magics.           EvilVision!Merlin waves at her to come closer. Then he appears behind           her roaring. [by @ peepscarf108] 5x07: 5x08: 5x09: Arthur rescues Merlin after he falls off the cliff [by @xrosheen] 5x10: 5x11: 5x12: 5x13:

*if there’ll be more than one prompt for an episode, i get to choose one of them :p