Love is Blue, Love is Red
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Love is Blue, Love is Red
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I love you Eva "I am getting a good grade in social interaction" Stratt!
Eva: The consensus here is that it would be preferable if you did not die.
Grace (sarcastically): Thanks guys :/
Eva (proud of herself, taking him completely literally): :)
I think we need to appreciate Stratt as one of the female characters of all time. Morally complex. Hero. Not sexulised. Dutch. No love interest. Stoic yet not one dimensional. Criminal. Nuanced.
What if, after the Poisoned Chalice incident, Merlin hears about Arthur's acceptance of his little magic light, of his belief that someone guarded him through it, and...
Whenever Merlin needs to magic them away from some danger, or to lead Arthur somewhere, he just sneakily summons the light and - poof - it has Arthur's complete trust!
Bandits? Magic light ball knocks them out. A strange ravine? Well, magic light ball did it. They're trapped somewhere? Don't worry, Arthur would tell his knights, a magic light ball will rescue us.
It goes for longer than it should, years and years of mishaps and miraculous rescues.
Until Arthur asks the light ball to heal his father and sees Merlin's eyes lighting up when the ball touches the wound.
I think that Arthur should think that Merlin learn magic for his sake, making him feel guilty. I think he should have discover that Merlin had magic in a moment in which Merlin was reading a spell from a book and doing something that it was quite obvious to save Arthur. Merlin, for whatever reason, does not notice Arthur watching him. Maybe they were in the middle of a fight, maybe Merlin thought that Arthur was sleep, or too sick, or uncounscious, and the spell was very complex so Merlin was struggling with it, and now Arthur knows and Merlin doesn't know he knows.
Arthur has a very big crisis about it, because (at least in his understanding) Merlin, oh so good old Merlin, who is so loyal and had always been there for him, decided to put himself at risk and learn magic just to help him, and now that loyalty had lead Merlin to not only potentially be corrupt by the magic, but also to be burn in the pyre if he is discover, all because Arthur wasn't able to survive by himself, and Merlin once again had risk his own life for his.
Arthur can't see Merlin been accuse of practicing sorcery, not when Merlin has done it in a selfless act, so Arthur now checks in Merlin more often, trying to do small chat in a effort to see if Merlin has somehow started to change, affected by the magic, but Merlin is the same as always, sassy and clumsy and whining. Arthur starts to notice more and more Merlin's magic, how Merlin use it without malice, or seeking power, and Arthur starts to question everything he knew about magic.
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me: i love this ship because they understand each other on a level no one else does
also me: i love this ship because they misunderstand each other constantly and it’s causing irreparable damage to them and everyone around them
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my publisher: Good morning! Huh did you advertise for the pre-sale yesterday? Because we launched twelve hours ago and we already made sales!
me: yeah, i posted on tumblr
publisher: .........tumblr?
me: that's where the gays are.
(link to Mrs. Victoria buys a brothel, a sapphic western)
update
publisher: And what is your marketing strategy on... tumblr?
me: idk, i shitpost at 2am?
publisher: .....and it works?
me: depends on what the gays find funny at that point in time.
publisher: Could I have a link to your tumblr?
me: .......absolutely not.
(link to Mrs. Victoria buys a brothel, a sapphic western where 50 year old women kiss and murder)
update!
publisher: I've been looking into tumblr, have you thought of using Blaze to promote your book?
me: NO
publisher: But it seems like an efficient way to get this in front of more eyes-
me: people on tumblr hate Blaze.
publisher: There is no algorithm and you can't pay to promote a post? I don't understand how anyone advertises anything on tumblr.
me: That's the best part. They don't. They can't.
(trying to make him understand that we do not control the attention. We just have to show something shiny and gay enough and if people are interested, they'll reblog.)
(Mrs. Victoria buys a brothel, a deconstruction of the colonialist cowboy mythos dressed up as a sapphic romance.)
Actually, you are enough. Even if you don’t work. Or study. Or go out. Or have friends. Or have family. You’re enough because you exist and your existence is enough to be enough because you are not a product. You are not a sum of output. You are not a task to complete. But because you are something the universe wanted and put here even if you’ll never understand why. Somewhere in the cosmos your existence makes a difference, even if it’s not the way others existences do.
ok im gonna go take a shower guys wish me luck
Hands you a drink that's so obviously spiked with love potion and looking at you with big wet eyes and starts to sniffle a little when you don't want to drink it
hey, sex pervert question: do you ever think about me even when im not present