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seasons

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OP I hope you don't mind but this post was very inspiring 🙏 thank you for the food

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Through all the great losses of Gwen's life, she had borne her pain alone. When her mother died, there was no room in the house for little-girl grief while her father fought despair all the way to work and back home again and had no life left in him for cooking or washing up. When Elyan left, to name the feeling grief would have been the same as burying him, so she called it nothing and felt nothing. When her father was executed, to weep would have damned her too. She grieved Morgana twice until she shattered like brittle, overbeaten steel. (Lancelot.) Now, grief laid its head on her pillow; now, grief made its point at the end of every sentence. She had never flinched from keeping Merlin's secrets from Arthur, the law being as it was, but fidelity had never cost her or Arthur so much. Guinevere was not cruel. She had worked so, so hard through so much pain to never let it make her cruel. Now, grief consumed Arthur. Now, she had spoken vows and shared her life with a body, though with only a father and a half between them through which to understand the office, neither Gwen nor her husband knew quite how to go about man or wife. Thus, they mostly went on as they had been, until they couldn't. At night, Arthur neither clung to her nor pushed her away. He allowed himself to be moved if she reached for him, but he did not reach for her. Otherwise, they slept side by side, emptiness between them. Then, the humid night when crying finally came for her. Her shift stuck to her skin, and it was so uncomfortable, and she could not bear to be beneath the blankets, and she could not bear to be on top of them, uncovered to the world. These mundane troubles, with all the smallness and sharpness of a splinter, burst the blister in her heart. She could only be so strong for so long. She only had so much faith inside her. Merlin, where are you? For all your magic, have you none to let those who love you know you're okay? She started crying a little bit, and then she couldn't stop. Because no one had ever heard her before, she didn't expect to be heard now, so she made no sound—but silence shook her body where no noise shook the air. Through the bed they shared, Arthur felt her sobbing, and he wrapped her up in his arms and held her to his chest and tucked his tear-wet face into her neck. And Gwen cried harder, but Arthur carried half the weight, and they made it through the night. By morning, Gwen knew what she had to do.

i am haunted by the following scenario and i will make it y’alls problem: gwen finds out merlin has magic around s1-2 (whether merlin knows she knows is irrelevant).

even when she and arthur start a courtship she would not betray merlin and reveal his secret, absolutely not–EXCEPT merlin goes missing–like in A Servant of Two Masters? the point is that merlin is gone and arthur’s being pressured to stop the search. and gwen is like hey, no, no, I am pretty sure he’s alive. and leon’s like my lady we all saw him fall over the cliff. and gwen’s like yea no no I get that but you know merlin, he has a strong head.

like this poor girl is like arthur PLEASE look into um. those magic caves. and those rumoured magic sanctuaries. for absolutely no reason. i just have a hunch.

eventually Something makes gwen think merlin is dead too and then and only then does she tell arthur everything she knows because she thinks merlin should at least be recognised for all he did. and hey, maybe this will change arthur’s mind about magic; maybe gwen can do this one thing for her deceased friend.

and obviously, right after arthur processes her words and get confirmation from gaius, lancelot, etc., merlin walks in like damn who died 🧍🏻

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If anyone is interested in a small piece of good news, in the past month, the Tennessee Valley Authority has begun demolition of one of its last coal-fired plants and is going to devote the site to new nuclear technologies.

There is a long way to go to end reliance on coal and fossil power, but even in Tennessee, clean power is winning the fight.

I wish all environmentalists a very suck cocks in hell

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panting and whining from a battle wound iktr

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WHAT ARE YALL READING RN you must tell me

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the whump fan’s dilemma

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Is there a popular stereotype that you’re never beating the allegations of?

(For example I’m a woman and a horrible driver 😬)

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Guinevere outfits appreciation: Accessories 

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SUPERNATURAL (2005-2020) S01E18 ❃ Something Wicked

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i think if twitter went down, TV writing would get at least 30% better

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"This fic is literally just porn, why do you care about the quality of the editing" unfortunately, both my brain and my dick have strong opinions about verb tenses.

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Do you like to read? If yes, put your current/most recent book in the tags!

Yes

No

I used to but dont anymore

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i come from the 8tracks generation where you weren't allowed to just dump three and a half twee indie folk/tswift records into a fanmix and call it done. on 8tracks you had 8+ handpicked songs in rigid chronological order and an accompanying mission statement and thesis defence detailing exactly why each one applied to your derek x stiles coffee shop au AND cover/track-list art hodgepodged from stolen pinterest/tumblr aesthetic photography, and all of this was done under constant threat of death because it was the DMCA wild west and the site was in a constant state of gradual collapse.