thank you, Merlin Cast and Crew
fuck you, Merlin writers and BBC
ahahahahahaha laughing
in a pool of blood and tears…..
can we talk about these fantasies being created, designed by Morgana….. she knows Arthur… she remembers which of his words frightened, helped, angered or reassured her…. and she’s using them because she knows even what he would say…… to the woman who now has her own position, her own role by Arthur’s side…. and even if Morgana has changed so much… she knew better that Arthur would come, because she knows him so well, she knew how to use his very fandom to trick Gwen… she knows everything that have to do with the man that once hunter her dreams because of her will to keep him safe…
someone hold me


this look…
But tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with my whole heart
Oh, tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with my whole heart
A white blank page and a swelling rage, rage
You did not think when you sent me to the brink, to the brink
You desired my attention but denied my affections, my affections
mhm….

personally victimized by Merlin writers since ‘08
I have the power of the heavens in my hands.
Morgan was waiting for them. She had known the moment that Arthur was hurt, but she did not know until she saw him how serious it was.
They put him on the bed in his own room, the room he had been given when, as a boy of nine, he had first come to Avalon. Morgan took one look at the wound and realized there was nothing she could do. It was a miracle he had survived the journey to Avalon. […]>
She had felt despair when first they carried him in, but it was gone now. He was still and white and blood had stained through the bandages and she knew he was dying. She could not call him back this time. But he was at peace. She could feel that in him, and she was glad. […]
He was beyond pain, and so she did as he asked, resting her head against his arm. “We will be together” he told her. “Believe that. This is only for a little while. We were always meant to be together, you and I”.
She did believe him, and some of his peace crept into her own heart. “Arthur” she said. “Arthur, my love”.
She felt his head move, and his thought came through, faint but clear: “Your hair always smells like lavender”.
The Road to Avalon (Joan Wolf)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEDA!
You are amazing and great and you deserve all the awards for being the best ArMor shipper in the world! Hope you have a fantastic birthday honey!
