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please get a lock on that damn door

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bbc merlin - 03x12 The Coming of Arthur, Part I

losing my mind over here

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merwaine fest day 1;

“have you ever been in love? horrible isn't it? it makes you so vulnerable. it opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.”

+ red

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unstoppable slut meets immovable object or whatever that saying is

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the absolutely LETHAL face card that is s5 merlin… bamf!merlin truthers rise!

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bbc merlin - 04x04 Aithusa

task: get pants back on/steal keys

result: limbs, well, everywhere

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BAMF Merlin 😎

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i respect people who don’t ship merthur but i feel like it cant be denied that, no matter who you ship, merlin was very clearly in love with arthur.

there are so many scenes in the entire show that indicate how merlin feels— even if he doesn’t explicitly say it, he doesn’t have to because his actions show it. plus he says things that either mean “i love you” or more than that.

at first, merlin didn’t like arthur (but also wanted arthur to trust him) and initially followed the prophecy in order to allow magic in camelot again. it’s pretty soon after that, no matter how much they fight, merlin didn’t just want arthur alive because of the prophecy, but also because he cared for him.

that’s shown when merlin and arthur are fighting over who will drink the poisoned cup; one could argue that merlin only did it because of arthur’s fate, but the way he’s absolutely heartbroken when he thought arthur was dead says way more than that. it was never really about the prophecy at that point.

but what solidifies it is the last episode of season one. the scene where merlin goes to check on arthur before he goes to see nimueh will ALWAYS be on my mind because it’s so obviously a love confession.

“i’m happy to be your servant, till the day i die.”

like. bro. the way they stare at each other after that too. and when he sees nimueh and says about arthur— “his life is worth a hundred of mine.” i don’t think merlin was just saying that because of arthur’s destiny, but because he truly genuinely loved arthur so much that he couldn’t stand to see him die.

and this is all in the span of a few months. my boy fell hard fr.

there are so many other scenes i can think of like in season two when arthur and merlin are trying to find balinor and they’re at the inn and in their room. the way merlin was doing a double take when arthur took off his shirt (there’s actually no heterosexual explanation for that💀) was CRAZY (someone pls link fics that are based on that scene bc that was so insane).

or in season 4 when arthur thinks gaius is a traitor (which i also refer to as Merlin’s Tolerate It era) and merlin is so distraught. obviously losing gaius was on his mind but the thought that arthur, the person he had complete and utter fate in and loved, could ever think that gaius would betray him absolutely destroyed him. or when merlin tells arthur that gaius would never betray him… like that’s such a clearly loaded statement where he’s saying “i would never betray you.”

there’s also the fact that in the season four finale merlin makes up all of this lore just so arthur could believe in himself. merlin’s face the entire time is just so telling like that is the face of someone who is so devoted to their lover.

there are so many hints that indicate merlin being in love with arthur like i don’t think it needed to be said outright for the audience to know. i think the both of them being men makes it easier to try to depict their relationship as solely platonic or brotherly, but merlin’s words and actions say otherwise.

i mean, merlin himself says “i use it [magic] for you, arthur. only for you.”

if that isn’t gay, then i don’t know what is.

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desperately need a fic taking place in the three years between s4-5 where merlin has to go back to ealdor to take care of hunith because she’s fallen ill

he then comes back after three years of taking care of hunith (hopefully bc she’s all better and not… dead…) and is Bamf & Buff Merlin and arthur doesnt know what to do with that information and has a sexuality crisis

i mean… cmon…

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SANTIAGO CABRERA as LANCELOT in MERLIN 2x4: Lancelot and Guinevere

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Daniel Ricciardo and Max Verstappen in Monaco, 2019.

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Hugh Dancy + blood

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in honour of vegas being a mess

we’re going to the chapel and we’re gonna get married is stuck in max’s head the entire weekend. just those lyrics over and over again. through the free practice sessions, qualifying, and even the fucking race.

he struggles to get his head right - even with the knowledge of a cold track and the lack of data collected after carlos’ car hit the manhole cover - max can only think about daniel.

he, of course, had thought about marrying daniel in vegas. with all the bright lights his boyfriend loves so much. of course it is a bad idea, daniel, he said so many times since they are both drivers (and it might cause problems in certain countries they’re expected to race in).

but max wants to marry daniel. high off of yet another record-breaking win, soaked in champagne and throat hoarse from singing viva las vegas, he goes back to his driver’s room.

daniel is waiting for him - broad grin glued to his face as max walks in, nomex stuck to his skin and hair jutting in every direction.

‘maxy,’ daniel laughs, pulling max into him, not caring that he will need another shower. ‘you did fucking amazing today.’

‘thank you, daniel,’ max pulls daniel in by the waist, their bodies flush against the other and kisses him. feeling daniel’s stubble graze across his face. grounding him. ‘marry me.’

‘what? max-,’ daniel jerks back, looking at his boyfriend for any indication that it’s a joke. but max’s voice is so calm. so even. filled with the certainty he holds when racing. when telling the press to go fuck themselves.

‘marry me, daniel,’ max repeats, eyes wide and insistent like an owl.

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they stumble back into the hotel - max searching all of his pockets for the key - one hand still firmly holding daniel’s. clumsily, max unlocks the room, pushing forward and dragging his husband with him. his husband. max will never get used to that.

daniel roughly tugs max towards the bed, the two of them falling onto the pristine hotel mattress, bouncing a little upon impact. their blazers are long discarded, left somewhere between the chapel and their hotel. daniel’s lost his bow tie whilst max’s is undone around his neck.

they’re a mess - pupils blown out since they made out in front of not-elvis. daniel’s fingers dig into max - a silent plea for the younger man to finally fuck him. daniel’s been waiting too long.

max is pressed into daniel’s side, head buried into the crook of his neck. the skin is sticky - remnants of champagne - and he sucks at it. leaving, yet another, physical reminder of how much he loves daniel. his husband lets out a low groan - spurring max on.

‘maxy,’ daniel groans, palming himself over the trousers of the tux he bought a mere few hours ago. max is grateful they didn’t just rent them - thankful for knowing he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of daniel.

a brief hmm escapes max’s lips before he rolls over, straddling daniel and attacking the older man’s neck once more.

max’s dick strains against the fabric as he grinds down against daniel, feeling his cock tented in his own trousers.

‘fuck, daniel,’ max groans, ripping his husband’s shirt open, sending buttons flying everywhere. it gives max the space to explore - for his tongue to trace the lines of sinewy muscles. licking off the remnants of the sticky, dried-down champagne.

the slight bitter tang only serves to compliment the saltiness of daniel’s skin. it makes max crave him.

‘shit, maxy,’ daniel whimpers as the younger man unzips his trousers, hands slipping into his boxers. max cups daniel’s balls, massaging them and purposefully ignoring the wet, weeping cock he loves so much. ‘please.’

max pulls his hands out, freeing the older man from his clothing confines. daniel’s cock, once free, slaps against his taunt stomach. a picturesque moment of sin. it’s fitting for being in sin city. it’s where daniel thrives. where he tempts. and max is not a strong man.

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SEBASTIAN VETTEL // Persönlichkeit des Jahres

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MERLIN 2x13, ❝ The Last Dragonlord ❞

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#Mood

The Boy That Never Was (episode 3)

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