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Didn't know which of the two versions to post so take both 🎭✨

Just finished the book BTW.... I cried

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Oh Erik...

Did the drawing long before I finish it, I want to make more art now

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shes singing pictures ;_;

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Amelie - Background paintings by Boskoop

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i hate when top wildlife predators are just lil babies teeny tiny babies

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nature documentary but the narration is just weird enough to make you question it

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YALL STOP SCROLLING!

Tarantulas have paws!!!

lil beans!!!!

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The Phantom of the Opera

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Merlin/Morgana and the Importance of clothes in Nightmare Begins

In The Nightmare Begins, Morgana’s clothing subtly mirrors the evolution of her relationship with Merlin—layer by layer, it reflects her emotional vulnerability, shifting identity, and the changing dynamic between them.

At the beginning of the episode, Morgana wears only her nightgown. She’s in tears, disheveled, terrified—no longer the proud ward of the king, but simply a frightened girl lost in the chaos of her newfound magic. In that moment, she steps toward Merlin not as royalty, but as someone desperate to be understood. And Merlin, seeing her stripped of title and pride, calls her by name: “You can trust me, Morgana. You know you can.” For that brief time, they are equals—perhaps even with Merlin holding the upper hand. He is the one who could destroy her or save her, and she chooses to trust him.

In the next scene, still in her nightgown, Morgana opens her door/heart to Merlin once more. There’s something raw and intimate in the gesture—she’s not hiding behind courtly attire, not yet armored in silk and status. She’s letting him see her vulnerability again, tears and all, trusting that he will still choose to help her.

At the druid camp, their connection deepens. Morgana wears druid robes, symbolic of her truest self—the identity she’s only just discovered and is beginning to accept. She is not the king’s ward, not a noblewoman, not even a powerful sorceress yet. She is simply Morgana, and in that simplicity, she opens herself fully to Merlin. In turn, he tells her something no one else ever has: that he understands her better than anyone. The way she looks at him in that moment—like he hung the moon—is telling of how connected she feels to him. In that instant, she almost recognizes that he is like her: magic calling to magic. Together, they experience a closeness unlike any they will ever know again. Had they not been interrupted, a part of me believes Merlin might have finally told her his own secret. They were far from Camelot, their clothes no longer separating them but reflecting their shared truth: just two people with magic, longing to feel accepted, less alone, and no longer afraid.

But the moment doesn’t last.

Back at the castle, reality intrudes. Morgana opens the door again—but this time in one of her elaborate gowns, regal and composed. The mask is back on. Merlin, too, returns to formality: “My lady.” The distance reappears. They are no longer just Merlin and Morgana; they are servant and noble, both with things they cannot say out loud. What was shared in the woods—every glance, every word—must now be buried. It’s too dangerous, too intimate, to live outside the safety of silence.

In this episode, clothes become more than costumes—they are emotional signposts. They becomes language. They speaks of power and vulnerability, distance and closeness, truth and fear. They chart the brief, beautiful collapse of barriers between Merlin and Morgana, and the inevitable moment when they must rebuild them again. They tell the story of two people who, for just a little while, stepped outside the walls built around them—and then had no choice but to return right back to them.

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i was opening up the nature center and a little wasp flew by while i unlocked the door so i let him out. then i looked down, and there was a spider, a millipede, and two rollie-pollie bugs waiting at the door and they all walked out in a line like they’d been at a party together overnight.

it’s been two weeks and i can’t stop thinking about it.

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lets look like ducks with mama

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Let’s curl up safely with mama

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Merlin and Morgana

Excalibur (1981) // Merlin BBC

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One day, you're watching a Merlin/Morgana edit on YouTube out of curiosity, and the next, you're writing a Merlin/Morgana fic because now they're your favorite BBC Merlin ship.

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Merlin/Morgana and flowers

I've often thought about the moment when Merlin chooses to cheer Morgana up with flowers—something he perceives, perhaps subconsciously, as a romantic gesture. It's subtle, yet deeply telling. The fact that the last thing Morgana looks at before closing her eyes is the bouquet, and that it's also the first thing she notices upon waking, gives the flowers a symbolic weight. They're a quiet thread of comfort, beauty, and perhaps hope—deliberately placed in a moment of darkness.

But then the vase shatters.

It’s such a small, easily overlooked moment, yet it feels rich with foreshadowing. Their relationship, like the flowers, blooms gently at first—full of unspoken understanding and tenderness. But just like the glass that holds them, it's fragile. Merlin’s decision to keep his secret, becomes a fracture too deep to mend. Morgana, isolated in her fear and confusion, is left to spiral—alone.

In that light, the broken vase isn't just an accident. It becomes a quiet, visual prophecy: beauty that couldn't last, beauty that mishandled cut, that even the gentlest gifts can be ruined by what’s left unsaid. Merlin and Morgana's connection was undone by silence, and was always a relationship destined to shatter.💔🥀