#royal gardner

[annesoftheisland]

Anne of the Island - Chapter XXV

Enter Prince Charming

"I'm contrasting the claims of indoors and out," said Anne, looking from the window of Patty's Place to the distant pines of the park.

"I've an afternoon to spend in sweet doing nothing, Aunt Jimsie. Shall I spend it here where there is a cosy fire, a plateful of delicious russets, three purring and harmonious cats, and two impeccable china dogs with green noses? Or shall I go to the park, where there is the lure of gray woods and of gray water lapping on the harbor rocks?"

"If I was as young as you, I'd decide in favor of the park," said Aunt Jamesina, tickling Joseph's yellow ear with a knitting needle.

"I thought that you claimed to be as young as any of us, Aunty," teased Anne.

"Yes, in my soul. But I'll admit my legs aren't as young as yours. You go and get some fresh air, Anne. You look pale lately."

"I think I'll go to the park," said Anne restlessly. "I don't feel like tame domestic joys today. I want to feel alone and free and wild. The park will be empty, for every one will be at the football match."

"Why didn't you go to it?"

"`Nobody axed me, sir, she said' -- at least, nobody but that horrid little Dan Ranger. I wouldn't go anywhere with him; but rather than hurt his poor little tender feelings I said I wasn't going to the game at all. I don't mind. I'm not in the mood for football today somehow."

"You go and get some fresh air," repeated Aunt Jamesina, "but take your umbrella, for I believe it's going to rain. I've rheumatism in my leg."

"Only old people should have rheumatism, Aunty."

"Anybody is liable to rheumatism in her legs, Anne. It's only old people who should have rheumatism in their souls, though. Thank goodness, I never have. When you get rheumatism in your soul you might as well go and pick out your coffin."

It was November -- the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul. Anne was not wont to be troubled with soul fog. But, somehow, since her return to Redmond for this third year, life had not mirrored her spirit back to her with its old, perfect, sparkling clearness.

Outwardly, existence at Patty's Place was the same pleasant round of work and study and recreation that it had always been. On Friday evenings the big, fire-lighted livingroom was crowded by callers and echoed to endless jest and laughter, while Aunt Jamesina smiled beamingly on them all. The "Jonas" of Phil's letter came often, running up from St. Columbia on the early train and departing on the late. He was a general favorite at Patty's Place, though Aunt Jamesina shook her head and opined that divinity students were not what they used to be.

"He's VERY nice, my dear," she told Phil, "but ministers ought to be graver and more dignified."

"Can't a man laugh and laugh and be a Christian still?" demanded Phil.

"Oh, MEN -- yes. But I was speaking of MINISTERS, my dear," said Aunt Jamesina rebukingly." And you shouldn't flirt so with Mr. Blake -- you really shouldn't."

"I'm not flirting with him," protested Phil.

Nobody believed her, except Anne. The others thought she was amusing herself as usual, and told her roundly that she was behaving very badly.

"Mr. Blake isn't of the Alec-and-Alonzo type, Phil," said Stella severely. "He takes things seriously. You may break his heart."

"Do you really think I could?" asked Phil. "I'd love to think so."

"Philippa Gordon! I never thought you were utterly unfeeling. The idea of you saying you'd love to break a man's heart!"

"I didn't say so, honey. Quote me correctly. I said I'd like to think I COULD break it. I would like to know I had the POWER to do it."

"I don't understand you, Phil. You are leading that man on deliberately -- and you know you don't mean anything by it."

"I mean to make him ask me to marry him if I can," said Phil calmly.

"I give you up," said Stella hopelessly.

Gilbert came occasionally on Friday evenings. He seemed always in good spirits, and held his own in the jests and repartee that flew about. He neither sought nor avoided Anne. When circumstances brought them in contact he talked to her pleasantly and courteously, as to any newly-made acquaintance. The old camaraderie was gone entirely. Anne felt it keenly; but she told herself she was very glad and thankful that Gilbert had got so completely over his disappointment in regard to her. She had really been afraid, that April evening in the orchard, that she had hurt him terribly and that the wound would be long in healing. Now she saw that she need not have worried. Men have died and the worms have eaten them but not for love. Gilbert evidently was in no danger of immediate dissolution. He was enjoying life, and he was full of ambition and zest. For him there was to be no wasting in despair because a woman was fair and cold. Anne, as she listened to the ceaseless badinage that went on between him and Phil, wondered if she had only imagined that look in his eyes when she had told him she could never care for him.

There were not lacking those who would gladly have stepped into Gilbert's vacant place. But Anne snubbed them without fear and without reproach. If the real Prince Charming was never to come she would have none of a substitute. So she sternly told herself that gray day in the windy park.

Suddenly the rain of Aunt Jamesina's prophecy came with a swish and rush. Anne put up her umbrella and hurried down the slope. As she turned out on the harbor road a savage gust of wind tore along it. Instantly her umbrella turned wrong side out. Anne clutched at it in despair. And then -- there came a voice close to her.

"Pardon me -- may I offer you the shelter of my umbrella?"

Anne looked up. Tall and handsome and distinguished-looking -- dark, melancholy, inscrutable eyes -- melting, musical, sympathetic voice -- yes, the very hero of her dreams stood before her in the flesh. He could not have more closely resembled her ideal if he had been made to order.

"Thank you," she said confusedly.

"We'd better hurry over to that little pavillion on the point," suggested the unknown. "We can wait there until this shower is over. It is not likely to rain so heavily very long."

The words were very commonplace, but oh, the tone! And the smile which accompanied them! Anne felt her heart beating strangely.

Together they scurried to the pavilion and sat breathlessly down under its friendly roof. Anne laughingly held up her false umbrella.

"It is when my umbrella turns inside out that I am convinced of the total depravity of inanimate things," she said gaily.

The raindrops sparkled on her shining hair; its loosened rings curled around her neck and forehead. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes big and starry. Her companion looked down at her admiringly. She felt herself blushing under his gaze. Who could he be? Why, there was a bit of the Redmond white and scarlet pinned to his coat lapel. Yet she had thought she knew, by sight at least, all the Redmond students except the Freshmen. And this courtly youth surely was no Freshman.

"We are schoolmates, I see," he said, smiling at Anne's colors. "That ought to be sufficient introduction. My name is Royal Gardner. And you are the Miss Shirley who read the Tennyson paper at the Philomathic the other evening, aren't you?"

"Yes; but I cannot place you at all," said Anne, frankly. "Please, where DO you belong?"

"I feel as if I didn't belong anywhere yet. I put in my Freshman and Sophomore years at Redmond two years ago. I've been in Europe ever since. Now I've come back to finish my Arts course."

"This is my Junior year, too," said Anne.

"So we are classmates as well as collegemates. I am reconciled to the loss of the years that the locust has eaten," said her companion, with a world of meaning in those wonderful eyes of his.

The rain came steadily down for the best part of an hour. But the time seemed really very short. When the clouds parted and a burst of pale November sunshine fell athwart the harbor and the pines Anne and her companion walked home together. By the time they had reached the gate of Patty's Place he had asked permission to call, and had received it. Anne went in with cheeks of flame and her heart beating to her fingertips. Rusty, who climbed into her lap and tried to kiss her, found a very absent welcome. Anne, with her soul full of romantic thrills, had no attention to spare just then for a crop-eared pussy cat.

That evening a parcel was left at Patty's Place for Miss Shirley. It was a box containing a dozen magnificent roses. Phil pounced impertinently on the card that fell from it, read the name and the poetical quotation written on the back.

"Royal Gardner!" she exclaimed. "Why, Anne, I didn't know you were acquainted with Roy Gardner!"

"I met him in the park this afternoon in the rain," explained Anne hurriedly. "My umbrella turned inside out and he came to my rescue with his."

"Oh!" Phil peered curiously at Anne." And is that exceedingly commonplace incident any reason why he should send us longstemmed roses by the dozen, with a very sentimental rhyme? Or why we should blush divinest rosy-red when we look at his card? Anne, thy face betrayeth thee."

"Don't talk nonsense, Phil. Do you know Mr. Gardner?"

"I've met his two sisters, and I know of him. So does everybody worthwhile in Kingsport. The Gardners are among the richest, bluest, of Bluenoses. Roy is adorably handsome and clever. Two years ago his mother's health failed and he had to leave college and go abroad with her -- his father is dead. He must have been greatly disappointed to have to give up his class, but they say he was perfectly sweet about it. Fee -- fi -- fo -- fum, Anne. I smell romance. Almost do I envy you, but not quite. After all, Roy Gardner isn't Jonas."

"You goose!" said Anne loftily. But she lay long awake that night, nor did she wish for sleep. Her waking fancies were more alluring than any vision of dreamland. Had the real Prince come at last? Recalling those glorious dark eyes which had gazed so deeply into her own, Anne was very strongly inclined to think he had.

[annes-blog-of-dreams]

WE *NEED* PHIL

All I’m asking for is a book accurate Anne of the Island show

I need Patty’s Place

I need Phil

I need Gilbert’s first and second proposal

I need ALL of the proposals Anne is victim to

I need Anne realizing she’s IN LOVE with Gil and being tortured with the possibility he may die before she tells him her true feelings

I need Rusty the Cat

I need the very sad sad scene where Ruby dies :(

I need Davy and Dora!

I even need Roy who I hate!!!!!

How do I make this happen 😩

[theroyalsandi]

British Royal Family - The Prince of Wales played a game of cricket with 97-year-old Alford Gardner, at his home in Leeds | October 2023

[dirtyalpha-rat]

Gardner / Vicious Princess save me!

Save me, mornings taken in the rose garden. They are hard at work while she sips her tea. Trimming hedges, pruning, preening. Hands that are used to doing hard work with delicate things. Attention to detail. They watch her out of the corner of their eye while they tend the garden, and she watches them under the hot sun, under heavy rain.

The Aching!! Desperate longing. They arrange the prettiest of bouquets to be presented for her, left in her bed chambers. They deliver roses, petals plucked and pressed for baths or for fragrance. They take careful time, patience, and attention. Watching, keeping an eye. Being of service.

She loves watching them work, admiring the details, spends more and more time outdoors, spending time alone outside with just a lady in waiting. Staring from afar morphing into stolen touches over foliage. Exchanging words between rays of sun.

Poetry and letters left next to vases, skirts growing soiled from constant dragging through the grass and freshly planted flower beds.

They smell deep, like dark earth. She smells sweeter than an orchid.

They both know what the work is like. They know what being delicate with life is like- she knows how to maintain distance and lead without fear. She dreams of rugged hands, they dream of thighs soft as petals. Collision of worlds and technique coming together.

Them teaching her how to be careful with things. That others are worth caring for. Her teaching them how to be fearless, unafraid to take.

Taking apart a princess like you’re slowing taking apart the stem of the flower. Softening the thorns, trimming leaves, arranging her to be nothing but a bouquet for others to view, and admire.

(Lowkey inspired by @omegapuppyslxt’s request for more royal AU’s outside of Prince(ss) / Knight. Sigh. I be day dreaming.)

[artsimmys]

Queer vibes only 🏳️‍🌈🫶🏳️‍⚧️✨

[willstafford]

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[wanderingmind867]

Doctor Light and Amos Fortune are my favorite Justice League villians so far. Doctor Light is just a clever premise, Light is such a powerful force. It's blinding and painful but beautiful and powerful. If we could've seen him team with Shade to fight the JSA and JLA...now, that would have been perfect. Light and Shadow! But also, Doctor Light is so persistent! He fails against the League, so Gardner Fox has him focus on picking them off one by one. He fought The Atom, Green Lantern and The Flash in their own comics, and he still managed to lose in one on one fights. But you know, I admire that persistence. Respect Doctor Light!

Also, Amos Fortune is just great. For one thing, he's heavier set (which is nice to see). But for another, his gimmick is amazing. He's a former gambler who's obsessed with controlling luck and probability. He builds a luck controlling machine once and he goes on to found the Royal Flush Gang, presumably based on his old gambling career. He deals in the tarot at some point too, which is really cool. He'll just mess with anything fortune themed. I love him. Also, honourable mention must be given to Felix Faust. I really love that sorcerer, it's just these two stood out slightly more.

[thedreadpiratejames]

Not only would he be buying turnips, he’d be discussing with the farmer the different methods and cultivars he uses, as well as the weather and planting seasons and the signs that a drought is likely to occur

I bet after Aragorn became king he would continue to be Just Some Chill As Fuck Dude. You go to the market and there’s the king of Gondor. Buying turnips.

[paul-archibald]

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[gigisgoblog]

You kknow what i really need to read? Fanfics of Crowley interacting with his earthly friends.

Stories of how he met Da Vinci, of how he told him his nature and showed him his eyes. Story of nights they spent engineering and designing new tools to explore the earth, and maybe later the universe. Stories of Crowley encouraging him to draw the Mona Lisa, or giving him details of the Last Supper: who was next to whom, who drank what, who ate what, and what Juda exactly did that night. Stories of them travelling together, from one patron to another, talking about science and art. And maybe a little about Aziraphale too.

I want stories of Crowley meeting Copernic, Gallileo, and the great astronomers of their time. Watching them get closer to the truth, rediscovering truths that their ancestors knew already, but Crowley loved them anyway, because they asked questions. Because they exploited loopholes. Because they stood to the Church.

I want stories with Shakespeare, where they brainstorm witty plays and romantic lines. And I want stories of Crowley and Jane Austen, going on crazy spy adventures and going home right on time for the night's ball.

I want Crowley to have been there on the moon as Appolo 11 landed, watching his protégés get closer to his stars. Hell didn't hear about it, and they didn't need to.

And stories about Crowley and his love for plants. Wouldn't it be funny, if he was in Madame de Pampadour's suite ? "Amazing gardner", remember? "I am infiltrating the french royal court to spread overspending and abuse of power", he could tell Hell. None of that would be true, of course. The french didn't need him for that. No, he was there for the gardens, the ducks, and Madame de Pampadour's delicious company. When she died, she left him a letter, and an incentive to keep care of her garden. He did, till the revolution came. And when he fled, he took the seeds and planted them in St James' park.

[Part 1][Parts 2&3]

[rested-shaved-coffeed]

Pencil drawing of a 14-gun Royal Navy cutter, c. 1800, based on a drawing of HMS Nimble by marine artist John Gardner (1930-2010).

[lire-au-soleil]

Royal Gardner???????

[world-of-wales]

─ •✧ WILLIAM'S YEAR IN REVIEW : 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ✧• ─

𝟏 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 : The Prince of Wales visited Royal Air Force Northolt to mark the conclusion of the "Up Against Time" Appeal. Afterwards, he visited GWR Kia's office in Brentford. Subsequently, William visited ENSO.

𝟐 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 : William held an Investiture. Afterwards, he and Catherine met Liz Hatton & her family at Windsor Castle. Subsequently, a personal message was released by them following the meeting. In the evening, William met Aston Villa’s 1982 European Cup winning squad as he attended the UEFA Champions League game between Villa & Bayern Munich with his friends at Villa Park.

𝟑 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 : William was received by the Lord-Lieutenant of Tyne and Wear (Ms. Lucy Winskell) at Birtley Community Pool. A new Royal Foundation Community Programme for Birtley was announced. He released a statement offering condolences on the passing of Mr. Alford Gardner.

𝟒 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 : A message from William was a part of the NHS's Step Into Health Initiative 10th Anniversary brochure.

𝟓 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 : A trailer of The Prince of Wales' upcoming docuseries was released. Kensington Palace released a photograph too.

𝟕 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 : William appeared in a video message during the BBC's Green Sports Awards.

𝟖 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 : William received Ms. Hannah Jones (Chief Executive, Earthshot Prize) at Windsor Castle. Aftwrwards, he participated in the Earthshot Prize Council Judging via video link. William and Catherine were represented by Mrs. Rebecca Priestley at the Memorial Service for Mrs. Julia Rausing.

𝟗 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 : He attended a BAFTA × Royal African Society event to highlight support for young people within the Creative Industries.

𝟏𝟎 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 : Will & Cat marked World Mental Health Day. The Prince and Princess of Wales visited the Southport Community following the horrific attack in July. They met the families of Miss Bebe King, Miss Alice da Silva Aguiar and Miss Elsie Dot Stancombe at the Marian Centre. Afterwards, they met Ms. Leanne Lucas at Compassion Acts. Finally, they visited were received by Deputy Lieutenant of Merseyside (Mr. Peter Oliver) as they met Emergency Responders from North West England at Southport Community Centre. Subsequently, A personal tweet was released by them.

𝟏𝟓 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 : William attended a National Football League Foundation UK Community event. Later, he received Ms. Amanda Berry (Chief Executive, The Royal Foundation) at Windsor Castle. Subsequently, he held a Meeting. A Letters Patent was issued by the King delegating his duties to the Counsellors of State while on tour, making The Prince of Wales the highest ranking official in the state.

𝟏𝟔 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 : William held an Investiture. He was received by the Lord-Lieutenant of Greater London (Sir Kenneth Olisa) at the Centrepoint Awards and Gala Dinner. A photograph of William was released as part of the lead up to the release of "Prince William: We Can End Homelessness". William released a statement welcoming Thomas Tuchel as the new England men's team manager.

𝟏𝟕 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 : He was received by the Lord-Lieutenant of Cornwall (Colonel Sir Edward Bolitho) at Duchy College Stoke Climsland. Afterwards, he visited East Shallowford Farm. Finally, The Duke of Cornwall visited the historic Warren House Inn at Postbridge. It was announced that The Prince and Princess of Wales made a private donation to the DEC Middle East Humanitarian Appeal for providing life-saving aid in Gaza, Lebanon and the West Bank.

𝟏𝟗 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 : Catherine and William marked Black History Month.

𝟐𝟎 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 : Kensington Palace released a statement on behalf of William wishing the nominees the best of luck ahead of the BAFTA Cymru Awards.

𝟐𝟐 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 : He released a personal tweet about Aston Villa's Champions League campaign. An unseen photograph of his was on display during King Charles visit to the National Centre of Indigenous Excellence in Sydney, Australia.

𝟐𝟕 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 : Kensington Palace released unseen photographs from 1993 of The Prince of Wales, his mother Diana, Princess of Wales, of his first visit to the Passage Charity. A few photos from the upcoming docuseries were also released. He released a personal tweet congratulating Billy Monger for breaking the Ironman World Championships course record for a leg amputee by over 2 hours.

𝟐𝟖 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 : William wrote a letter to Restore sending them his best wishes after one of the charity's supporters wrote a letter to bring their work to his attention.

𝟑𝟎 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 : The first episode of "Prince William : We Can End Homelessness" was aired.

𝟑𝟏 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 : The second episode of "Prince William : We Can End Homelessness" was aired.

[mzannthropy]

Anne of the Island Book Club Chapter 25

Good to be back at Redmond again.

Anne contemplates going out vs staying in, but from the way they're described, both sound good.

Shall I spend it here where there is a cosy fire, a plateful of delicious russets, three purring and harmonious cats, and two impeccable china dogs with green noses? Or shall I go to the park, where there is the lure of gray woods and of gray water lapping on the harbor rocks?

LMM once again summarises life at Patty's Place in several paragraphs when I wish she gave us at least one scene of this. Slice of life was something she excelled at. I said what I thought of Jonas already, but it's good that he's a regular visitor at PP--and he clearly makes an effort in seeing Phil if he needs to get on a train. 'If he wanted to, he would' and clearly Jonas does. The geography here has always confused me, though. Where is this St Columbia, where is Bolingbroke and Prospect Point in relation to Kingsport? It's not that important for the book, but I like knowing where a story takes place (When I read something set in a real place, I always look it up on a map. I know many of these are fictional, but I'd like to have an idea.) I wonder, though, if there were many people who agreed with Aunt Jamesina about ministers laughing, and I wonder if this will have implications for his future employment.

Gilbert's conduct towards Anne has drastically changed, but it had to be that way. He shot his shot and it didn't go as he wanted, so he wants to move on--can't blame him. Funny that Anne is the one who believes that Phil is not just flirting with Jonas, but at the same time, hearing Phil and Gilbert chat and joke with each other makes her think she only imagined that look of pain in Gilbert eyes when she refused him. She knows Phil cares for Jonas only. (Actually--and this is purely theoretical, mind you--you could make an argument in favour of Phil x Gilbert. Sure, he is poor, but it's not like he doesn't have prospects, and with her connections she would be able to get him a good position once he qualifies as a medical doctor. They could be good for each other. But that would be a different story, not this one.)

If the real Prince Charming was never to come she would have none of a substitute.

This is actually valid. Don't settle, ladies. (I mean this as in your version of Prince Charming, whatever the characteristics may be. (I'm speaking to straight women here bc that's what I am, but it should go for everyone, I think.))

Okay but. I swear on the life of my cat I don't want to be heretical on purpose, I can't help being what I am, but that meet cute at the park is. Well. Cute.

I like parks. I go to one almost every day (I wfh and take a walk there on my lunch break). One of my favourite places in the whole world is a giant park (see my photography, in fact I went there just last Saturday and posted some pics here too). I also like pavilions (in fact I wrote an original story set in such a structure, where two characters get engaged). And he has a good entrance, though for us modern readers the meeting may seem a bit stereotypical. But he knows her name already from her reading a paper on Tennyson, and this is something that matters to her (I mean, she almost drowned RP-ing his poem). And then he sends her roses and a nice quote? I know he's not the one but I can't really see fault with anything here. And from what Phil says, Roy Gardner seems quite the catch. Maybe in a different story, not this one.

Poor Rusty got snubbed, though. Cats look at us like we're committing crimes against them when we don't pay attention to them for 5 minutes, so I imagine his "why you no love me no more?" must have been devastating.

Note, in Slovak translation he was always called 'Roy', I didn't know he was actually 'Royal' in the original. I will continue calling him Roy.

[thegreatmousebafoon]

Thought Id share some quotes for my merlin OC’s, with the main characters

Andred- royal Gardner ( unpaid therapist )

Andrea- female knight, lotta lore here but I won’t go into it.

Fabron- blacksmith, employed after Gwen’s father died.

Lynn- Fabrons little sister.

Arthur: You're really campaigning for asshole of the year, aren't you?

Morgana: As defending champion, you nervous?

Merlin: *leans over to whisper to Andred* is there a flower for that?

Andred: *whispering as well* Hyacinth. Want me to make a bouquet?

Merlin: Yup.

Arthur: I can excuse mass genocide. But I draw the line at homophobia.

Andrea: you can excuse mass genocide?!

Merlin: *whistles and looks anywhere but at the group*

Andred: *sees someone crying* *brings flowers*

Fabron: flowers can’t solve everything, Andred….

Andred: *throws flowers* *gives them a croissant*

Uther: You’ve all proven yourselves as allies in the fight against magi-

Fabron: *profuse sweating*

Merlin: *trying not to laugh*

Andred: pffft-

Andrea: *knows about it too* *talks over Andred wheezing* yeah… very good allies…

Uther: don't use magic. *under his breath* or you'll get pregnant and die..

Arthur:.. wait what-?

Merlin: *looks down at his stomach, panicked* *looks to Gaius*

Gaius: oh hush merlin your not gonna get pregnant.

Fabron: *does the same thing and looks at Andred*

Andred, who saw: I hope the baby’s ginger.

Fabron: YOURE GINGER THOUGH-

Arthur: your ears are huge.

Merlin: so is your ego.

Andred and Andrea: so is the crush you have on each other.

Arthur:….

Merlin:…

Andred and Andrea: *fist bump*

Gwen: just be yourself! Be nice!

Morgana: we’ll which one is it, Gwen? I can’t be both.

Andrea: please be mean to me.

Morgana: …..

Gwen: …. Seek help Andy.

Gaius: If you're looking for someone to save you, look in the mirror.

Andrea: Bloody Mary finally coming in clutch.

Fabron: Andrea no-

Andred: y’know there’s a flower for that.

Lancelot: i will die for merlin

Percival : no i will die for merlin

Gwaine : absolutely not it will be me who dies for merlin

Leon : as the oldest, it should be me who dies for merlin

Elyan : he saved my life it will be me who dies for merlin

Arthur : as king it is my right to die for merlin

Merlin: guys i'm right here, i'm fine. Why are you pointing swords at eacn other?

Andred: because they’re idiots.

Andrea: I can concur

Lynn: CONQUUEEERRE

Fabron: we need to stop letting her hang out with Morgana.

[theroyalsandi]

British Royal Family - The Prince of Wales visits one of only two surviving passengers of the Empire Windrush, 97-year-old Alford Gardner, at his home in Leeds | October 2023