Gawain: Is anyone going to tell me what’s going on in here?! Nimue: It’s kind of complicated, but Merlin- Gawain: Got it. Forget I asked.
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Gawain: Is anyone going to tell me what’s going on in here?! Nimue: It’s kind of complicated, but Merlin- Gawain: Got it. Forget I asked.
Pym: I thought you two were a couple. Gawain: No, how could you even think that? Pym, to everyone in the room: Raise your hand if you thought Lancelot and Gawain were a couple. Everyone: [raises their hand] Gawain: Lancelot, why are YOU raising your hand?
Gawain: Did it hurt—? Lancelot: Yes. Gawain: —You didn’t wait for the “when you fell from heaven” part. Lancelot: Everything hurts.
Gawain: We can’t tell anybody about this. Lancelot: I only told Percival. Percival: And I told Pym. Pym: And I told many, many people.
Pym: Those pants look great, and I bet they’d look even better on Lancelot’s floor. Lancelot: Are you hitting on Gawain… for me?
Gawain: *Answers phone.* Hello? Squirrel: It’s Squirrel. Gawain: What did he do this time? Squirrel: No, it’s me, Squirrel. It’s actually me. Gawain: What did you do this time?
Percival: How do tall people people possibly sleep at night when the blanket can’t possibly cover you? Lancelot: Percival, it’s four o'clock in the morning. Percival: So, you can’t sleep, huh? Is it because of the blanket?
Gawain: Oh my god, Lance, you’re bleeding out! What’s your type? Lancelot, barely conscious: Knight… antler helmet… green… Gawain: No, idiot, your blood type. Lancelot: Oh. Lancelot: Red.
(Gawain, hurriedly writing something) Nimue: What are you writing? Gawain: I’m making a list of hot boys. Nimue: You just wrote Lancelot 37 times. Gawain: Mind your own damn business.
Squirrel: Who the fuck– Gawain: Language! Squirrel: Whom the fuck– Gawain: No.
HOW DID THIS GO OVER MY HEAD ??
Oh my god.
Gawain: I gave Arthur a get well soon card. Pym: That’s surprisingly nice of you. Gawain: He’s not sick, I just think he should do better.
Lancelot and Goliath - a compilation
Basically I have feels about this man and his horse so I made of gifset of them. My favorite moment is the last gif where in the background of the shot you can see Lancelot pet Goliath briefly before leaving him in the hands of the Paladins. It’s so soft. I died.
i heard a whisper on my shoulder pretending life is worth the fight
gawain?
“However, back in the tent that had sheltered Nimue, Gawain’s resting place, something was happening, something that Nimue did not see. Tiny blades of baby grass were forming like a strange web between Gawain’s body and the ground itself. Within a matter of minutes the baby grasses had lengthened and reached over Gawain’s shoulder and across his chest until they had formed what could only be described as a shroud over his entire body, mummifying him beneath an undulating sheet of grasses.”
Cursed by Thomas Wheeler
Arthur: do you love her!?
Gawain: *gay confusion*