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alostbluebox replied to your post:I’m kinda dissapointed on the new companion…idk...

i’m feeling like she could be amazing…. but someone will fuck it up and ruin it (probably moffat)

Most definitely it will be Moffat! But from the few seconds that we’ve seen...I’m just not that amazed by her yet. Maybe that’s gonna change, though. We’ll see. 

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Arthur decided to do something reckless, something he had never even dreamed of doing before. Because this guy was new, and fresh, and exciting, and possibly just a little bit wonderful to still be talking to Arthur – most people usually walked away pretty quickly when they discovered he was a boring dunce. “Would you like to join me for a drink?” he asked sheepishly, tickling Henry’s ear absent-mindedly as he waited for a response. “I’d love to…” Merlin said “But my friend Gwen has arranged some stuff for tonight which I’m not allowed to miss… again…” he added under his breath, then said “But I’m up for any other day you like!” Arthur was taken aback by Merlin’s eagerness, and he stood there smiling like an idiot until he felt Henry’s tail whack the back of his leg and he shook his head to stop himself staring.

He’s Like Tomorrow (Oh so Distant) by Loonyfish

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“Hey, Ellie!” Mithian called instead of replying, “I owe you a tenner!” “Huh?” Merlin said, peeking through between his fingers. “I bet her £10 that this would be the one time you go away and don’t do anything stupid. Ellie, of course, had no faith in you and said that could so not happen and was exceptionally disappointed when you brought back no tales of woe. Looks like she was right though, Merls, you silly sod! How did you manage to pick up the wrong case?”

A Suitcase Full of Flowers by Loonyfish

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At this point, Morgana let go of Gwaine’s hand and stepped visibly away from him. “Choose.” Was all she could say. She forced herself to look away because that second all she wanted to do was go home, wishing she’d never allowed Gwaine into her life. He was a train wreck; one of those men who could worm their way into your life till you could no longer envision it without them. She could understand where Sophia was coming from, hell, Morgana probably wouldn’t give Gwaine up without a fight but this time she had to. If Gwaine wanted to go, Sophia was right, then she had to let him go. She just hoped she knew what was really in his heart.

A Knight in the Cookie Tin by Loonyfish

[mrsmarymorstan]

@alostbluebox replied to your post “Santiago Cabrera is narrating a documentary about Patagonia, and it’s...”

WAIT WHY DIDNT I KNOW ABOUT THIS OMG i need to watch it now

First Episode is up on Iplayer and the second just ended. 

So annoyed because I came in late and it just cut to Newsnight and I went from cut and fluffy things narrated by Santiago Cabrera to Boris Fucking Johnson and other dull old white politicians. 

This is the Opposite of what I wanted BBC!!

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alostbluebox said: that sounds like a fab idea!! I love getting comments on fics as a writer so this would make loads of people VERY happy!!!

SAME! Getting comments on fics is so nice! 

[soullesstomatoes]

alostbluebox said:

I would quite happily :) I hate my face but I do it for my friend Imogen and they come out alright sometimes

*appears in your house with camera* hello friend i am here

[dollopheadedmerlin]

Same Auld Lang Syne

A short fan fiction for alostbluebox for the gift exchange! 

Inspired by this song.

Merlin Ambrosius was a confused young man. He felt out of place wherever he went and the holidays were to no exception. He never celebrated much during the season, not that he didn’t believe in anything. He simply didn’t know what to believe in, nor did he have much of a family or any friends to celebrate with. That’s how he’d found himself preforming his daily run to the grocery store on Christmas Eve.

The isles were empty and there was only one checkout stand open. As he stacked bags and boxes of fruits and breads into his basket, somehow he felt a welcome feeling. It was as if, for once, he was meant to be there. He had a twisting feeling in his stomach as he shopped. The longer he was there, the more strangely at home he felt.

Turning into another isle later on, he was stopped in his tracks by a tall figure which had topple him over and sent apples and oranges rolling across the tiled floor. The strange man was quickly enough on his hands and knees helping to catch the runaway fruits and save the bread from being spoiled on the dirty, public floor.

Within moments, all of the contents had been returned to the basket. Merlin was helped up and, for the first time, he saw the man’s face, smiling awkwardly down at him. His bright blue eyes met his and for some nauseating reason, he seemed familiar.

“Thank you,” Merlin breathed, barely audible.

“Sorry,” the man said.

“No, it’s fine,” Merlin said. “I’m a clumsy fool sometimes. I’m Merlin.”

The man held out his hand to shake. Merlin reached and, the moment they touched, images and memories flushed before his eyes. He remembered.

“I’m –“

“Arthur,” Merlin said before he could finish.

The man reeled back, the name obviously belonging to him. Eyes glassed over, Merlin realized his mistake and awkwardly looked away. Arthur let out a nervous laugh in hopes to shy away the awkward nerves. Merlin joined in to help, and soon, for unknown reasons, they were both laughing so hard they cried.

Together, having bonded instantly, they went to the checkout stand and each paid for their own small crates of food. The subject of the holidays had slipped into conversation and they found that both of them had little celebration plans, which led them to discover that the two of them had that same otherworldly feeling of not belonging. But that feeling was fading fast for them.

Their conversation dragged as they went out to the parking lot. It was revealed that Merlin had planned to walk home, but Arthur insisted he give him a ride. So, they climbed into his car and silence took them over.

Tension filled the vehicle as they drove. The only sound was the windshield wipers rubbing against the glass as it brushed away the heavy snowfall. Breaking the thick, deafening silence, Arthur offered, “Want to go get a drink?”

Merlin looked at his friend and replied, “Yes.” Each moment he was with him, the more he remembered, the more real it felt.

They tried every bar in town, jumping in and out of the car only to find that each and every place was closed for the season. So, what other solution would they have come to other than to buy a six pack at the liquor store?

Having no place to actually drink, Arthur drove his car down to the lake, frozen over from the cold weather. Arthur climbed out and rested up against the back of the car, and there they sat, talking and drinking, and letting the time drag on.

The memories came slowly to Merlin now. He knew Arthur. He missed him. He found great difficulty in carrying on with this bland, normal conversation knowing that Arthur might just be feeling the same thing.

“Do you know me?” Merlin asked, cutting Arthur off.

Arthur thought for a moment, seemingly debating how to answer. “No,” he said.

“Then why?”

“Why what?”

“Why drive me home? Why buy me a drink?” Merlin questioned. “And why here?” He gestured out to the lake, a lone, crumbled isle set in the center.

Arthur swallowed.

“Already we act like we know each other and we’ve just met today,” Merlin continued. “But, somehow I think maybe we didn’t. I feel like . . . Do you know me?”

Arthur looked at the ground and slowly shifted his position, chunks of snow sliding down and off the car. “I don’t expect you would understand why if I told you,” Arthur said with a laugh.

Merlin bowed his head after dousing the rest of his drink. He wiped his nose as he sniffled in the cold. Then, without warning, he took his bottle and threw it out onto the ice. It made a loud, booming sound as hit the bitter surface of the lake, cracking the ice before it skid out away from them. Arthur just watched Merlin, a clump of guilt forming in his throat when he saw tears form in his eyes.

“You’re seeing it too?” Arthur questioned.

Merlin looked back at him, biting his lip. He stifled his tears before croaking out, “Yes.”

“They’re real aren’t they?” Arthur asked.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry,” Arthur breathed, looking away from Merlin and out to the lake.

Merlin’s lip quivered and his hands shook. “What are we supposed to do? Why now? Why are we back here?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well we have to do something!”

“I can’t,” Arthur said.

Merlin stopped, his heart beating like a rabbit. “Why not?”

“I have a life, Merlin. I can’t just leave that behind.”

Merlin was breathing heavily and his nose, ears, and lips were red from the chill. “But you left me! You left me for this! I know how you’ve felt every minute of every day since you’ve been back because I’ve felt it too. Don’t you feel like we belong right now? Doesn’t it feel better than whatever life you’ve been living before?”

“Yes.”

“Then why? Why not just stay . . . with me? Stay so we can figure this out, find out why we’re back!”

“Because I have people who care about me, Merlin. I can’t do that to them.”

Merlin choked on his words. “You have a family, don’t you?”

Arthur nodded, tears beginning to push against the back of his eyes now.

Merlin backed away and kicked at the snow, letting out a short, frustrated cry.

“Hey! Hey!” Arthur called, dropping his drink and wrapping his arms around Merlin. “It’s alright. We’ll figure this out!”

Merlin fell to his knees, pulling Arthur down with him as he curled up in the snow. He held on tight to Arthur’s arms, not wanting him to ever leave again.

Eventually, Arthur got Merlin back to the car and they said their goodbyes. “Don’t worry, Merlin,” he said. “I’ll see you again, alright?”

Merlin nodded, tears still fresh on his face. Arthur closed the car door and started the engine. But, before he drove away, he rolled down his window and pulled Merlin in, kissing him on the forehead. “I’ll be back when you need me,” he said.

Merlin didn’t move as Arthur pulled away. He watched him go and kept his eyes on his car for as long as he could before he was out of sight. Only when his vehicle disappeared in the distance, reduced to nothing but a speck before it vanished, did Merlin let his head sink. He knew who he was now and, despite everything, it made him happy. But he couldn’t help but think it felt almost comforting that, as he turned to make his way back home, the snow turned into rain.