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Thinking about the children that Merlin and Arthur once were. Only days away from one another, but it felt more like years; the differences between their upbringings being night and day.

Despite those differences, the circumstances that differentiated their lives, there was still that small golden line of fate that held up a mirror to eachother. Arthur, bound to isolation due to the weight that the title of prince held. He had no peers that he could call friend, and more importantly no mother to cry to when the loneliness became apparent. He grew up stoic and spoiled, but only in earthly matters. He never knew the love of a mother, the pride of a father. He knew the fear and inferiority instilled by a man he called King. A man who would never accept what Arthur gave him, always expecting more, more, more from someone so young, so pliant. The perfect soldier.

Merlin had love, he had softness. He had a mother who held him through growing pains and would kiss tears off of his cheeks. She could not heal the cruelty from his peers, though. She could not protect him from the loneliness that crawled up his spine when the other children told him ‘no’ when he had asked to be friends. He had no father to teach him how to defend himself, no father to train him on the sword or how a man carries himself. He had nobody could could ease the pain and burden that something so small as a secret could inflict.

Yet, that golden string pulled and pulled until Merlin made his way into the shining, noble city of Camelot. He was a young man at that point; but the scared, lonely child still sat right under the skin, yearning to reach out, to connect. He met Arthur, a boastful and arrogant young man, not much older than him. Behind his eyes, though, there was also a small boy who only wanted to make his father proud. Who wanted nothing more than to confide honestly in someone, to bond in a way that mattered.

- anyways. you guys ever think of kid merlin and arthur? yeah me too.

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MILE PHAKPHUM as THANWA Shine (2025)

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Nothing remains the same.

SHINE | EP 1

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Well, folks, the numbers are in. We're in a committed relationShip with @ao3org, and it's called...drumroll...TagTeam! ao3blr was a VERY close second, so go ahead and use that tag too, ya crazy kids.

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girlie that's not a random headache u are dehydrated malnourished over caffeinated over stressed and sleep deprived

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There was a lot of stuff I was supposed to do today, but instead I've made this:

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i’m curious what arbitrary and specific flavors people dislike are. rb and tag a Taste you simply don’t fuck with. for flavor reasons not texture reasons. for me? i do not like elderflower or caraway for whatever reason

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Anne Rice about Lestat/Louis in the '94 movie vs the book

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interaction that breaks my heart is arthur and morgana’s meeting in arthur’s bane part 2. like all of it but especially arthur, knocked to his knees, sarcastically saying “i’m sorry about what our father did to you.” because the thing is, he means it. that much I think is obvious. but in his tone there’s so much exhaustion and frustration and an attempt almost to tease her like he did when they were younger. the way bradley james delivered that line just says everything about the extremes to which he knows morgana has gone and how much it pains him to see her reduced to her hate.

and all in that one line.

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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER // 2.02 “Some Assembly Required”

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The Bear + Text Posts

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love mutuals you click with on so many levels. horny nerdy faggy. love it

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Reblog to give mutuals a break from whatever they're been going through

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August (08) assortment

Jeanette Winterson, from Written on the Body / Mary Oliver, from The Pond / poem titled An August Longing by Amber Khanzadeh / August by Taylor Swift.

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DANCERACHA ☯︎ KARMA 'CEREMONY'