Lo maan liya.
Lo maan liya ki humara milna ek ektifaq tha, aur bichhadna naseeb.


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Lo maan liya.
Lo maan liya ki humara milna ek ektifaq tha, aur bichhadna naseeb.
Thoughts on Merlin Arthur in season 4 and why someone must force him into a group hug and not let him go until he’s understood that (almost) everybody loves him and that he basically is a good person
(last two episodes excluded cause I haven't seen them yet)
Arthur can barely keep his head above water: he is king, without his father to direct him, burdened by responsibilities and easily manipulated. It’s because Uther was a lousy father that Arthur is like this: insecure, with low self-esteem, afraid of following his instincts. When Uther told him he was his king before his father, when he showed no understanding for Arthur’s judgement, when he didn’t show him his love or approval because everything was due to him, that’s when Arthur became an easy pray for Agravaine.
Arthur can barely keep his head above water, only his friends and Guinevere give him air. But Gwen betrays him and that’s the final drop after which not even his "old friend", Merlin, can reach him anymore. Merlin’s words used to be listened to, now they’re received with anger or silence. They were somehow equal, now Merlin is reminded he is in the presence of the king. For the first time Merlin is fed up with Arthur. Many times he’s wanted to leave everything behind and run, but in Camelot there was Arthur. Arthur is now behind a wall of formality and silence.
Arthur makes some stupid things in season 4, but never before has he been so frail, never before has he been so at a loss on what to do. Now I'll retire to my chambers and cry...
My personal style since TROS:
Late night rant with Switch...
Why is it when you find this absolute dream of a position in bed while doom scrolling, I mean the pillow is perfect, nothing hurts, no awkward arm placement cause you don't know what else to do with it...
Then your damn bladder does what bladders do. You know you better just get your ass and go answer nature's call, so you do the only thing any half reasonable adult can do... You go pee.
After you do you are unjustly rewarded with never finding the same position again in your life. You can toss and turn. You can flip, rearrange 100 times, even take out your frustrations on them with a few punches up the pillows that had mere moments ago cradled your weary head and body.
You obviously know you'll never be that comfortable again for the rest of your miserable existence... It has all been in vain so you resign to just your fate.
Nobody? Just me? I'm not being overly dramatic, you are.
Based Ibispaint. Holy shit, I spent so much time trying to add glitter to a thing in picsart. It was like this aesthetic text. I thought adding soft light or whatever would work. Nope. Tried to go back to ibispaint where I made the non-glittery part of the text, & tried to make several different versions of it so I could hopefully try to do some kind of “hack” & it would work. (Hack as in basic graphic designing skills). Like, more like a “life hack”, you know? Didn’t fucking work with splice. Then, I finally realized I could go to ibispaint, add the text infront of the glitter, & then as long as the text was a transparent image (maybe you could do it with fresh text idk), you could just use the auto-select tool to cut it out, & then just repaste it. Jesus finally took the wheel once I realized that. Why didn’t I quit at all. Any sane person would’ve.
You can't trust anyone.
And I mean anyone.
It's 10:31 AM on the 5th of July and I am in a state of fuck everyone. I've never wanted to go home so much in my life.
Never thought I'd be saying that I'm in mother fleeking new york but here we are hungover and ready to punch everyone.
I’m attempting to remain calm about Taylor being snubbed at the vma’s this year but like... this is rough. I can’t help but want her to be appreciated, ya know?