Georgie

She/They (21/🏳️‍🌈/🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿) ☀️ Fuck you netflix give me my bloody crows back

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Genuinely very upset by Anthony Head’s death… he was an icon my childhood, an impeccable villain, and a brilliant actor

what the fuck man

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opened my unfinished merthur fic and decided to rewrite all 15,000 words cause why did i use to write like everything was the end of the world… where’s the whimsy? where’s the joy? don’t ask me last year cause apparently i was miserable (i was)

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may or may not be back on my merthur bullshit one single glance at this post and i’ll finish my magic reveal fic for a year ago

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one minuscule tiny thing I’ve noticed is that in the subtitles ‘mum’ is spelt correctly depending on who says it.

in ep8 when Nami and Sanji are talking, whenever Nami says it the subtitles read ‘mom’ but when Sanji says it it reads ‘mum’

Don’t know if that’s something that carries though for all their shows but still, made me smile

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Photos from a particular uni are going viral on the bird app because they got exclusive postcards from sony and decided to hide them around for students to find and the most and only jarring thing is that the big accounts keep saying that they were hid around campus bitch what campus? that’s one building built like the labyrinth and as soon as you walk in your knees feel weird for some unknown reason???

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started the heated rivalry rabbit hole the second the first episodes premiered and it got so bad i’ve not posted a single thing about it and i think i may have teleported from november to now because everything has just been some sadistic queer ice hockey enemies to lovers blur since then

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one of my favourite little things you spot in tv shows n shit is when they’ve clearly just put the animal wranglers and handlers in costumes and just told them to make sure the horses don’t go haywire mid shoot

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“GLORY TO HERMES” is such a funny thing to have those kids shout when 95% of them do not belong to hermes

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“what happens in vegas is the reason for half the kids in the hermes cabin” someone get me a new godly parent right now.

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“lately I am changed by him” and then paddy can’t find him. His body is out there, rotting beneath the sand where the war looms yet never touches and the graces of peace are yet to tendril their way into the darkness. His soul remains in the air where he jumped and his body carries itself away on the same storms that ripped past his parachute and bullied him to the ground. Eion was changed by Paddy because he loved him, Paddy is changed by Eion because he died and it was no longer them in the desert but a deranged, broken poet and the ghost of his muse

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Tumblr please stop fucking with my explore page there was never anything wrong with it PLEASE put my followed tags back at the top where i can see them i don’t need to be immediately greeted with what’s trending. i loved the suspense of scrolling down to see the number 1 because my life is boring and that was as exciting as it got please your website and your app are completely fine the way you designed them stop changing them whenever you get bloody bored or at least tell the apprentice to stop clicking fucking buttons when noones looking i beg of you

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excuse the dreadful quality but WHAT THE FUUUUCK

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oh hey pookie how are you ☺️☺️☺️☺️

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whoever first came up with Arthur calling Merlin a ‘minx’ i don’t know what corrupted you to do that but i love you and i’ve very much stolen it for my fic that was only meant to be 2-4k but is now 12k and for some reason it now includes a strange amount of sexual tension and smut that was never even considered in the first few drafts…

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Question time: If they remade Merlin with Merlin as a 16 year old and Arthur as an 18 year old and everything is exactly the same but also completely different….

Would you watch it?

Yes

No

Depends (in tags)

Wanna see results

Voting ended onJun 7, 2025

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genuinely don’t even know how to feel knowing that if i’d have been the slightest bit more adamant today i would’ve walked me and my mate straight into it

we were literally one street over and it was rammed and i thought maybe if we could make it out and get to water street we would’ve been able to see better but she was insistent on staying but if i’d have said ‘nah we’ll be fine’ one more time i would have walked us both straight up the road where some man ploughed his car straight into the crowd

we heard it from the strand and thought it was people getting rowdy, we heard the sirens and thought we should leave before things kick off and we thought the air ambulance was just for precaution

I’m so glad that people are doing okay after it and i’m so sorry to any one who witnessed anything or was hurt by today’s events but from my flat i can hear people screaming you’ll never walk alone and i’ve never been more proud of a place i wasn’t born ❤️

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Horrible headcannon i just thought of and honestly im becoming quite scared of myself and please mind any mistakes i may or may not a wee bit pissed

(TW: implications of a suicide attempt)

Merlin isn’t good at healing magic, something we all agree on because it’s funny and horrifically angsty when the time comes but imagine this;

He is no good at healing magic but when it comes to broken bones he can diagnose them and reset them easily, like breathing. Like it’s absolutely nothing, no trouble at all

He can’t heal a paper cut or puncture from the razor thin splinter but broken arms? broken wrists? legs? even noses. he can whisper a spell, barely even think it in silence and the broken appendage snaps back into place

Why?

only because when he was younger there were so many people who found him weird. a terror. a horror. a nuisance. a plague upon their lives. so much so that whenever they would approach him, whenever his bones would snap and the bruises would bloom he could hide behind the closest tree, the closest hut and shove his broken arm back into place, push his broken nose back to its original state

Then there’s the time where he lay, gasping on the floor in the forest, alone and crying, screaming but no noises could escape past the breathless agony that escaped him.

He waddles, limping with an aggravated wince back to his mother that night and she asked if he was quite alright and he nods, wincing about a tree root he tripled over on his way back to the village and pulled his back but as he lays down for the night he recalls the minutes, hours he lay there, alone, hoping his heart would give out and his eyes would still in his head. praying that the stories of a broken back being fatal were true and his mother would believe he had simply fallen from the tree.