#consider this payback

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[togame-hoe]

SORRY MARLEY LMAOOOOOOOO

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doodle of @tomscryingcorner’s oc! love it when there is a guy with problems <3333

[thedailyhermit]

Sorry, Benny, but Rack’s still not sharing the food bowl.

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splatterlewis replied to your post: “…your Uncle has a happy trail up his front and it...

“NO ONE NEEDED TOO KNOW THIS?”

“I do and now you all do too, enjoy!!”

[stuartsutcliffee]

Hey @suzcatonmars guess what I'm gonna Not Do? 😄😁

James Thicc™ 🍑

[transcarlo]

Pssst! Mordred/Galahad + V for that meme? 8D

V. An abandoned or empty place.

No one had been down to the caves in ages. After Merlin’s… disappearance - as they’re all tactfully calling it - Vivien set up her own quarters in the southern wing of the castle. Neat, above the ground, and far more approachable. A ruse, as far as Mordred was concerned. She could dress it up as nicely as she wanted, but she was no different from the wizard she’d replaced. 

Mordred found himself wishing for Morgan beside him. His aunt’s magic wasn’t any different, but she never sought to hide the ugly bits behind pretty shows. Mordred preferred the cruel honesty to gentle lies. 

Gentle lies, like the way Arthur was always too-courteous to his bastard son, as if no one knew that he’d once tried to kill Mordred.

To be honest, that was why Mordred was down here. He needed some sort of answers. Arthur had always claimed that Merlin alone was responsible for the May children, and Mordred had never had the courage to ask the sorcerer himself while he was alive. Assuming he could have even gotten Merlin to tell him the truth.

”What are you doing down here?”

Mordred jumped at the sound of another voice and turned quickly to face Sir Galahad.

“I think the better question is what you’re doing down here,” Mordred drawled, praying that his shaking voice wouldn’t give him away.

“I followed you,” Galahad told him. “I’ve been worried about you. Is that a crime?”

“Ask the king,” Mordred snapped. “For all I know it might be.”

Galahad laid a hand on his shoulder, and Mordred struggled not to melt into his touch.

“What happened while I was gone?” Galahad asked softly.

“I grew up,” Mordred snapped. “Maybe you should do the same.”

“You know I can’t.”

Mordred finally snapped, crumpling to the floor. Tears pricked at the edges of his eyes, and for once Mordred couldn’t blink them away.

Galahad was dead. 

Oh, the official story went that he’d found the Holy Grail and ascended to heaven, but Mordred knew that was a fairy tale. A pretty lie meant to soften Lancelot’s guilt. It did nothing for Mordred’s grief. Even if it was true, it still meant that Galahad was forever out of reach, except for the moments when his mind took pity on him, creating illusions that he could almost pretend were real.

When Mordred finally looked up, the hallucination was gone.

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Oh Zoe,

you left your tumblr logged in on my computer. Mistake. 

Love Cori