I Can Absolutely Not Believe My First Ever Gay Ship Is Competing Against One Of My Newest Favourite Gay

the fact that I got Alternate Universe with an unhappy ending while my two least favourite genres are au's and angst is not only ironic but also a great description of how my life's going atm

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why does grown up zuko look exactly like loki and why am i so in love with this

this is literally the only logical progression for their dynamic

Well Kageyama, looks like you’ve been exposed

Watching AoT with my mom (part 1?)

NO BECAUS E I’M HOWLING SHE DEADASS JUST SAID:

“Why did they make the colossal titan more handsome than Bertholdt?”

Normally I wouldn‘t post wip‘s but I thought since it‘s Oikawa-san‘s birthday I might as well make an exception.

I‘m currently working on a series of casual-wear Haikyuu characters, but I don‘t want to post unless I‘ve got them all finished. Sooo... see this as a sneak peak I guess?

This compilation is basically all the reasons I love this fandom and more

Still can't believe Aziraphale tempting Crowley to get some oysters wasn't just a flirty play on words but was actually a reference to the time Aziraphale fully gorged himself while Crowley basked

What a wild moment to just bring up in conversation like that

"show me some magic," arthur says to him one day on a hunt. it's been weeks since they've last spoken anything more than a necessary formality. arthur's jaw has been set tight the entire time, as if all the tension of learning about merlin's biggest secret has decided to settle there.

"i-- are you sure?"

arthur doesn't even look at him when he waves his hand, get on with it. merlin frowns. stares at a spot on the ground and watches as a flower blooms out of season.

arthur stares at it a moment too long before plucking it from the root. they ride home in silence.

"show me some magic," arthur says a couple nights later. merlin's readying his bath, and he's exhausted, and it's simple to just heat the water with a wave of his hand like he's used to doing in secret.

whatever tension arthur holds in his shoulders bleeds out when he sinks into the water.

"show me some magic," arthur says again, the next day, the next. they're all small acts, and though they haven't begun to really talk yet, it doesn't make things more awkward. in fact, arthur begins to let the sense of wonder play out on his normally unreadable face whenever merlin makes a spark of light appear.

slowly, they find their old repartee. it takes a while, a handful of more magic displays, but arthur finally seems to feel comfortable around merlin again, and it gives him hope that maybe there is a future they can build together, past this seemingly impenetrable wall they've built between them in the mean time.

"show me some magic," arthur says. "i can't sleep."

so merlin does. puts stars in his canopy and shows him fairytale scenes. before arthur dismisses him for the evening, he quietly says, "thank you."

the next day, arthur announces a progressive lift on the magic ban.

"show me some magic," arthur grins as he waves his hand around the tavern. merlin wants to say, here? now? but instead he makes a patron's ale bubble over and a drunkard trip. arthur laughs, then, for the first time in months, uninhibited.

it becomes a part of their routine. arthur likes the small, practical jokes merlin can play, but he also likes the beauty he can create. he asks for both, and merlin gives it to him, because it is for him, after all. all of it.

and the first time arthur calls out "magic!" during battle, merlin is all too ready to show him that, too.

it makes merlin brave, braver than he's ever been. this is arthur, keeper of his kingdom, his heart. merlin has been laid bare before him and arthur keeps asking show me, show me, show me.

"show me some magic," arthur says one night, when they're sitting by the fire that needs to be stoked and sharing the last piece of crusty bread.

merlin pauses. he can easily guide the flames higher. arthur's seen that trick before.

instead, he reaches over the distance between them. ghosts his fingertips over arthur's knuckles, before closing his hand over his.

arthur's brow draws tight, but beneath the confusion is that same sense of wonder that's always been there. there's something about you, merlin.

"what are you doing?" he asks, amusement laced with something daringly hopeful.

"showing you some magic," merlin says, and then kisses him.

This!

I felt the same way when I finally watched Merlin a couple of months ago. I‘d been going through the worst four years of my life at the time but somehow this show woke something up inside of me that I thought I had lost many years ago. For the first time in possibly a decade I felt alive again, felt like myself! I really hold it dear to my heart and I‘m so very glad that the fandom is still this active and thriving because whenever I‘m relapsing to my old bad habits and mindsets I can pick up some fanfic or look at the amazing fanarts and feel a little better almost instantly.

Merlin is the first show I've cried over in a while. I'll see deeply profound posts abt it and just tear up like a mfer and it's exhilarating. I hate how much it makes me feel (lie) and I haven't felt so alive in at least a year. Merthur saved my life probably. :)

literally this............

look okay i am gonna get REAL cheesy

but when i first found merlin, i was 17, 18 years old. i was in a really pivotal time in my life and i was... so confident. so ready to take on the world. and these characters, they helped me. they were ready to take on the world, too, and i was ready to fight alongside them.

we drifted away, as we do. and i had... a really traumatic early 20s. one that made me lose myself. i no longer wanted to fight, to believe, to hope. survival was hard enough.

finding merlin again?

i feel like i am waking her up again. the person i was when i was ready to fight for what i believed in. i now want to pursue my lifelong dreams for the first time in years. i am passionate again. i am waking up.

merlin is an essential part of my life, and I am so glad to have him, and arthur, and gwen, and the knights, and Morgana, and all of you along with me.

Just wanted to let the world know I finally watched Merlin for the first time and I am furious at everyone who told me to watch it because now I‘ve been crying for two hours and I want more.

Discovering a fandom long after its original content released somehow feels like discovering an old religion believed to be dead, yet still thriving.

It's like an adventure.

Like when I started getting into Lord of the rings a year ago, or when I finished Merlin mere days ago I was bitter about not discovering them sooner, because I thought I'd missed the fandoms highs and everything left today would be crums of what it used to be, since their last content aired literally almost decades ago.

Yet when I look up fanfiction, fanarts or just the tags on tumblr I find their fandoms to be as alive the day the show finished.

It honestly feels like the closest I'll ever get to discovering a fantastical place like Atlantis or Kong Island or something like that and I think that's beautiful