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I've posted chapter 1 of my very silly and indulgent merthur gardening fic after getting up the courage to edit it today 😅 I'm actually feeling much less nervous than the first fic I posted which is progress I suppose!
Here's the link if you're inclined to give it a look:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
teabag prints by thereisnothere 𖧷
soldier, poet, king
Jeremy Allen White as Carmen ‘Carmy’ Berzatto Dogs, The Bear
#every day jeremy allen white arrives on the set of the bear they dump a bucket of water on his head and that’s his hair & makeup
Hello, I've just been asked by someone what Uther means. And I know that Arthur comes from the word bear, but I have no idea with Uther. Do you know, can you enlighten me?
We don't really know, but the original Welsh (Ythyr/Uthyr) is most likely derived from the Welsh 'uthr', which... Well, believe it or not, it can either mean 'Wonderful' or 'Terrible'. I suppose a good English translation to try to encapsulate that would be 'terrific'. Good, but terror also.
Given that he was a king, and his epithet was Pendragon, I'd imagine it's entirely possible the name very deliberately meant both.
And now a look at the Community Calendar!
It appears that this week is being dedicated exclusively to an arena deathmatch between “Tumblr Sexymen”. Huh. Well, I have no idea what those are, but we wish our sexymen good luck in their deathmatch!
*distant voice*
Wait what?
*distant explanation*
Oh, oh I need to be there?
*distant agreement*
Well listeners! It appears that I am one of these sexymen and have to go to the arena myself!
This seems like a perfect time to go to the Weather.
MERTHUR WEEK + DAY ONE ↳ sweetest merthur scene(s) ✗ @merthurweek2022
“Before I do this, you promise me that you will not harm Camelot.” “I think there have been enough bargains, don’t you?”
BBC MERLIN ↪ 2x13 // 2x12
I think it's my turn to draw something based on "Merlin". I LIKE THE WAY THESE CUTIES INTERACT TOO MUCH
You and Arthur, you fought well together.
Something i really like about Merlin is how they didn’t make love a redemptive force. Uther loves both his children very much – doesn’t make him a good man or even necessarily a good father. Merlin and Arthur love each other so much, but it doesn’t save either of them, nor does it always makes them better – oftentimes, it makes them worse. It makes the love no less compelling or meaningful – in my opinion, it only makes it more so, and it’s a more realistic approach to love. Thoughts and feelings!
Klimt Blanket by Harrysmum on Ravelry
yesterday’s sketchbook, words from sparrow by big thief
‘Tied rocks’ by California based artist Shizu Okino, using traditional Japanese knotting techniques
Sam Rockwell and Saoirse Ronan in SEE HOW THEY RUN (2022), Dir. Tom George
Arthur is the guy that is adamantly opposed to getting a cat but once they have it, he walks around with it riding on his shoulder.
I wrote it.
First fic of the new year, babey!
(For @little-hendrix-wing @aeonthedimensionalgirl @shana-rosee @nextstopparis @mayapleiades @the-mother-of-lions @fluffypotatey)
If you still have spots available (for Shana_Rose) #11: Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.
Ahh thanks for the prompt Taylor!! 💖 I kind of failed to stick to the details, but I hope you'll like it anyway <3
New Year's Day
Merlin wakes to the sound of rain pattering softly against the windows of Arthur’s chambers.
The first morning of the new year seeps through the curtains in shades of grey; next to him, Arthur breathes softly, sleep-warm and unguarded and Merlin’s alone.
Out in the corridors, the castle is already awake.
Merlin allows himself a few more moments to soak in Arthur before he nudges him lightly. “Come on, sleepyhead; your kingdom awaits.”
Arthur in the mornings has never been easy to rouse; since Merlin has moved into his chambers—and his bed—it has not got particularly easier.
Par for the course, Arthur merely makes a noise in the back of his throat and burrows closer.
Merlin glows so brightly with affection, he almost fears that the gods themselves will descend from heaven at any moment to smite him for it.
He may be a tad dramatic; sue him.
“Arthur,” he repeats regardless; if he gives in to the urge to stay in bed, they will stay here for hours.
Arthur hums again and finds Merlin’s lips as if on instinct, kissing him slow and lazy and still with enough focus that Merlin entirely forgets what he was on about.
He almost regrets it when Arthur uses his distraction to roll on top of him, his full weight pressing Merlin deeper into the mattress. Almost.
“You will crush me,” he gets out, but even he can hear the smile in his voice.
Arthur presses his nose into the crook of Merlin’s neck. “Don’t be dramatic.”
“You will crush me, and then I will choke, and you’ll have a dead lover in your bed.”
Arthur snorts, an undignified sound that reminds Merlin of the idiot prince he met fifteen years ago. Pressing his smile into Arthur’s hair, he goes on, “And then your lazy arse will still not get up, and my poor body will start to rot. What will the—”
“Merlin,” Arthur exclaims, utterly failing to keep the laughter out of his voice. “That’s disgusting.”
“Oh, so when Homer writes about cradling your dead lover’s body it’s romantic, but when it’s your own lover—”
Arthur shuts him up by kissing him again; it is more forceful this time, teeth teasing against the soft flesh of Merlin’s mouth.
It is just as effective as the first one in making him lose his train of thought.
“New rule,” Arthur murmurs once he draws back, trailing his nose along Merlin’s jaw.
“Hm?” he inquires, mapping out the ridges of Arthur’s spine for the umpteenth time. “What rule?”
Arthur pulls back far enough to look at him, a smirk teasing at the corner of his mouth. “No talk of rotting in bed.”
Merlin blinks and then groans; with just a hint of magic for help, he flips them over. “Fair enough,” he says, leaning down to capture Arthur’s mouth in another kiss.
Perhaps, it being the first day of the year, a few hours spent in bed aren’t such a horrible idea, really.
