#but I love it

[justaz]

*merlins magic gets exposed in front of the knights*

merlin, magic user: oh fuck

arthur, finally taking this opportunity to pretend as if he just found out merlin has magic after agonizing for the past month on how to bring it up: you have magic?

lancelot, merlin defender, already knew of merlin’s magic: no! i have magic

gwaine, merlin defender, already knew of merlin’s magic, lover of chaos, ride or die: no, i have magic!

mordred, desperate for his hero’s approval bc no matter what he’s done emrys just stares at him with distrust and the poor boy is tired and so close to tears: no…i have magic.

percival, raised by druids and bonded strongly with mordred over that and does Not agree with the persecution of magic in camelot, had an inkling that merlin had magic but no proof: no. i have magic.

*leon and elyan exchange a look, elyan, amused and leon, exhausted, elyan shrugs*

elyan, knows how much gwen adores merlin and completely understands her stance bc merlin…is merlin, down to clown and put on a show, really playing up the dramatics: no! i have magic.

leon, exhausted, has known of merlin’s magic since he stepped foot in camelot, knows of his feelings for arthur and arthur’s feelings for him, knows arthur knows of merlin’s magic and wouldn’t harm him, thinks everyone is being absolutely ridiculous:

*the knights stare hard at leon and even merlin looks slightly offended at leon not jumping to his defense with the rest of the knights, arthur hasn’t said anything and is staring at leon expectantly*

leon, sighing: …no. i have magic.

[yeonzzzn]

this is 100% going to be my personality for the next year

[shotmrmiller]

since @xoxunhinged wanna talk about neighbor price in my dms.

neighbor price is... unsettling. pervasive. stands a little too close to you, skin prickling with unease. his touch lingers too long— a large hand on the small of your back, on your shoulder, squeezing like a vise.

doesn't wait for an invitation, simply assumes it's already been extended because you'd made small talk with him while watering your plants. mows your lawn without asking, fixes the rickety rough-hewn door to your backyard. (it didn't close all the way, you'd use a brick to keep it shut.)

"wasn't safe, love. there are bad men simply waitin' to take advantage of vulnerable people like you. you're all alone, yeah? not even a dog for protection." (he's the one who knows best. better than you do. patronizing.)

peers over the fence when you're out in the searing summer heat, pulling out weeds. wants to make sure you're not working too hard. pops in when you're in the garage with the door up doing something. "need help with anythin'?"

he bulldozes through your personal space under the guise of concern. a self-appointed guardian.

you get sick and he's already walking through your door, with a bowl of soup and a bottle of meds. he hands you a glass of water, watching you swallow most of it, only to finish the rest himself, his lips on the same spot yours had touched.

makes comments on your hair, your clothes. touches them like they're his. "won't the shirt get dirty? new hairstyle, right?" it's admiration yet feels possessive. claiming.

offers a helping hand yet hides the other behind his back, a cold chain in his fist.

you tell him that while his assistance is appreciated, it's unnecessary and he feigns innocence. "jus' tryin' to be a good neighbor, is all." good intentions. but you've never heard the other neighbors talk about how he's fixed their fence. changed the oil to their car. offer to fix that leaking sink of yours. he's got quite the selective generosity.

his words are coated with honey but there's still an acrid aftertaste. it sits thick on your tongue, coating your tastebuds. sticky residue on your hands, hard to get rid of. insistent. like his presence. just wedged himself into your life, a thorn under your skin. to remove him would be painful, it'd tear at the flesh.

(he'll take your tools, hide them in his shed so that you're obligated to ask him for a favor. forced to repay back this debt someday.)

poor you.

wait til the rest of the 141 come around. you're doomed. autonomy? not around here. price going on a solo, so he calls them over to keep an eye on you. :(

[foone]

DOOM ON A FLESHLIGHT.

It is the dawn of a new era of nonsense!

[checanty]

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[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

me on here: Hobie Brown would NOT be traditionally romantic and chivalrous. Looking at it's historical and social implications-

me in my head:

[cewwart]

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. cherry blossom season ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

[mocking-the-bird]

I love this character sm *draws his traumatizing resurrection*

[charmac]

The greatest proof of Macdennis canon isn't all the psychosexual shit the two of them have going on, but the fact that Dee and Mac's relationship is best characterised as "siblings-in-law"

[lucylichtenweg]

Me at 3am silent crying after a fanfiction hit to hard, but my family is asleep so I can't scream:

[artbybai]

Heroes wash dishes too, y’know?

Domestic Goku Doodle 🧡

[ink-ray]

I feel like people don’t talk about this:

Enough.

The ending for marble hornets was one of the worst ones I’ve ever seen for a series like this.

NOT BECAUSE IT WAS BAD.

Because it was so gut wrenching.

Tim lies to Jessica about Jay being alive just like how Alex lied to her about Amy being alive and well just like Jay lied to her about why he was in the hotel

Jessica is truly the most tragic character of the entire series due to how she just wants to help, like in the ending when she offers to call for help when Tim is HACKING A LUNG UP but (presumably) gets attacked by the operator. Also when she tried to help Jay and ends up being kidnapped and held at gun point. Now she is completely alone in her fight to survive the Operator while thinking that she could still be able to get in touch with Jay and tell her she’s okay since his last mission before he died was to find her.

The fact that we KNOW that the operator isn’t gone and probably never will be is so terrible

The way that Tim drives away just like Jay did after Alex broke Tim’s leg is such an amazing parallel and that basically confirms that something so atrocious happened in that parking lot that Tim didn’t want to include it.

THEN THE WHITE TEXT ON A BLACK BACKGROUND LIKE JAY USED TO DO SAYING “Everything is fine.”

TROY WAGNER WHEN I CATCH YOU TROY.

JOESPH DELAGE III WHEN I CATCH YOU JOESPH

YOU WILL BE DELT WITH.

[mmothmanners]

I had to answer this question appropriately. If you couldn't tell, I love Batstarion.

[annaartnstuff]

The only heaven I’ll be sent to

Is when I’m alone with you ✨

[knownoshamc]

I know some people love the idea of DM happening only in the present day, but for me (apart from some things that wouldn't be explained if they were never together in the past), the idea that Armand loving Daniel so much to let him go so he could have a normal life, a life he could never have with him is just amazing and tragic. Especially since Armand still loves him, Daniel whether he is in his 20s or 70s, is still his beloved beautiful boy, even though he no longer remembers it, even though maybe this time around, Armand can't let him go, he can't let death take him ugh yeah I prefer this version.