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that one scene where merlin was going through arthur's drawers and when arthur woke up he panicked and said "i'm looking for woodworms" and arthur just gave him an unimpressed look through his sleepy eyes and asked with the softest voice, "...before breakfast?" the way he sounded so unguarded and so vulnerable in that moment. the way he trusts him with his life. do you even understand?? this is the guy that jumps out of his bed at the slightest noise and pulls out his sword. he woke up to find merlin basically in his face and he was unfazed. he felt so safe and so comfortable around him it's actually making me sob
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Merlin: if you ever see me with the crown prince of the kingdom that kills magic users for sport, mind your business, I'm trying to get our rights back
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Do I wanna finish the show first, or do I wanna risk spoilers by looking up fics of this ship I'm shipping desperately?
Hmm...
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I had to rush these, at one point I just gave up. The final episode gave me such a "I'm still standing" vibe. I had to get out of my system. I'm so normal about this.
I tried to convey all my interpretation and symbolism, if you have questions you can ask.
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Why do people use synonyms about foods to describe people, what are you, a fucking cannibal?
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// WILDLIFE SMP SPOILERS
ZombieCleo and her zombies!!!
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Thank you! He looks like fucking Popeye!
John Walker
okay, I hate Walker as much as the next person, but there's one thing I disagree with. Whenever someone trashes him, they always bring up him murdering that person, and calling him a psychopath or something. But tell me this, if you just witnessed your best friend, the person you can always lean on, murdered, would you not act the same?
I can tell you right now, if someone killed my best friend (Or my brothers, or my cousin), I'd be getting revenge, I'd wanna kill someone.
So why are y'all acting like that's the worst thing about him?
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okay i wanna play. what's the first song on your wrapped that has a color in the title?
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idc about your number 1 song. whats your 100th song on the playlist?
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fuck the order of songs on ur spotify wrapped, i wanna know what the oldest song (by release date) is in your top 100.
#the great gig in the sky#pink floyd#out 1973#in close second is I will survive by Gloria Gaynor#spotify wrapped#wrapped 2024
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uhh would I be able to ask for a hilson character swap?? (hl as wilson and rsl as house? with the cane and everything??)
p.s. I am absolutely in love with your art style!!
hope you don’t mind but i took a slightly different approach to your request…
i went a little hogwild. be normal about those old men challenge, difficulty: impossible
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So, okay, fun fact. When I was a freshman in high school… let me preface by saying my dad sent me to a private school and, like a bad organ transplant, it didn’t take. I was miserable, the student body hated me, I hated them, it was awful.
Okay, so, freshman year, I’m deep in my “everything sucks and I’m stuck with these assholes” mentality. My English teacher was a notorious hard-ass, let’s call him Mr. Hargrove. He was the guy every student prayed they didn’t get. And, on top of ALL OF THE SHIT I WAS ALREADY DEALING WITH, I had him for English.
One of the laborious assignments he gave us was to keep a daily journal. Daily! Not monthly or weekly. Fucking daily. Handwritten. And we had to turn it in every quarter and he fucking graded us. He graded us on a fucking journal.
All of my classmates wrote shit like what they did that day or whatever. But, I did not. No, sir. I decided to give the ol’ middle finger to the assignment and do my own shit.
So, for my daily journal entries, over the course of an entire year, I wrote a serialized story about a horde of man-eating slugs that invaded a small mining town. It was graphic, it was ridiculous, it was an epic feat of rebellion.
And Mr. Hargrove loved it.
It wasn’t just the journal. Every assignment he gave us, I tried to shit all over it. Every reading assignment, everyone gushed about how good it was, but I always had a negative take. Every writing assignment, people wrote boring prose, but I wrote cheesy limericks or pulp horror stories.
Then, one day, he read one of my essays to the class as an example of good writing. When a fellow student asked who wrote it, he said, “Some pipsqueak.”
And that’s when I had a revelation. He wanted to fight. And since all the other students were trying to kiss his ass, I was his only challenger.
Mr. Hargrove and I went head-to-head on every assignment, every conversation, every fucking thing. And he ate it up. And so did I.
One day, he read us a column from the Washington Post and asked the class what was wrong with it. Everyone chimed in with their dumbass takes, but I was the one who landed on Mr. Hargrove’s complaint: The reporter had BRAZENLY added the suffix “ize” to a verb.
That night I wrote a jokey letter to the reporter calling him out on the offense in which I added “ize” to every single verb. I gave it to Mr. Hargrove, who by then had become a friendly adversary, for a chuckle and he SENT IT TO THE REPORTER.
And, people… The reporter wrote back. And he said I was an exceptional student. Mr. Hargrove and I had a giggle about that because we both knew I was just being an asshole, but he and the reporter acknowledged I had a point.
And that was it. That was the moment. Not THAT EXACT moment, but that year with Mr. Hargrove taught me I had a knack for writing. And that knack was based in saying “fuck you” to authority. (The irony that someone in a position of authority helped me realize that is not lost on me.)
So, I can say without qualification that Mr. Hargrove is the reason I am now a professional writer. Yes, I do it for a living. And most of my stuff takes authorities of one kind or another to task.
Mr. Hargrove showed me my dissent was valid, my rebellion was righteous, and that killer slugs could bring a city to its knees. Someone just needs to write it.
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WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS
WHO IS USING THIS
AN APP??? THEY HAVE A FUNCTIONING WEBSITE
THE LAST FUNCTIONING WEBSITE
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