#saddddddd

[jeonghan-yoons]

jeonghan at the fact music awards 231010

[lovedontmean]

Why do I always fuck things up UGGGHHHHHHH I can't ever just stfu

[divorcedwife]

🥲 struggled in vain at the post office to send a package while all the machines glitched on me at the last second (the kind with janky touchscreens that take forever to type on) and also got a rejection email while i was there, i was not meant to win today

[shijiujun]

OH MY GODDDDDDD PROPER YI CITY MDZS DONGHUA S3 TRAILERS IS OUT OMG 

[toruvi]

every new official art of levi is just him reskinned but with the same depressed expression and look. i know it’s his character and blah blah blah but good lord can we please get more of him SMILING?!?!!? AT LEAST A LITTLE??? im STARVING for some happiness to show on that man oh my god

[hrtiu]

[atlantablack]

A post-camlann drabble (that somehow manages to be both happier and sadder all at once)

They fall apart the same way they fell together - slowly, and then all at once. The weight of Morgana and Lancelot’s absence seems to sit heavier on her shoulders with every passing day and she finds herself wandering the castle, wishing for a laugh that she’ll never hear again. Arthur spends his time staring at Merlin as if he wants to crawl under his skin and she pretends to not see. Pretends to not see the way Merlin stares back, just the same, the guilt of what he wants lodged in the crook of his smile. Or perhaps the guilt is over other things he still has yet to say, she couldn’t tell you, not anymore. Has long since forgotten what it felt like to know Merlin’s secrets. 

They fall apart one piece at a time, and then Arthur comes back from Camlann, bright eyes and a hand wrapped around Merlin’s wrist. Arthur comes back and she greets him with shaking hands and nothing but relief in her heart. Presses his ring back into his hand and says, “We need to talk.”

He smiles grimly but nods, handing Merlin off to Gwaine, presumably so that he won’t run, and follows her to their rooms. To the place they once held sacred but now only frequent when they’re both scared and lonely. Something that had happened more and more the past couple years. 

“I’m sorry,” he says as soon as the door closes.

“There’s no need to be sorry,” she says, folding her hands in front of her and trying to breathe around the grief she can’t allow herself to feel yet. “This has been coming for some time, we both knew it.”

He sighs, slumping into a chair and pressing his hands to his face, she stands steady, not allowing herself even an inch. “Maybe,” he agrees wearily, smiling ruefully at her. “It doesn’t mean that I can’t be sorry that it did.”

“That is true,” she nods, breathes deeply, doesn’t think of the implications of what it means that they are both back and here and alive. “It doesn’t mean that I’m not still your Queen, only that I do not expect anything else from you.”

Maybe it’s the way she says the words, or the way she’s holding herself, eyes never settling on him for too long, she’s never sure and he never tells her, but he considers her evenly for a moment and then, “I can show you where we buried her,” he says gently, no judgement on his face.

“I…” she presses shaking fingers to her lips and tries to remember all the reasons she shouldn’t mourn a woman who died hating her. “I always thought—” she can’t force the rest of the words out and Arthur smiles, sad and understanding.

“I know,” he says, rising and pulling her into his arms. “I know. I thought so too for the longest time.”

They fall apart the same way they fell together, in each others arms, sunlight spilling across their heads, a mockery of the crowns whose weight never seems to leave their heads.

“We’ll go tomorrow,” he says into her hair, voice cracking. “We’ll go tomorrow and remember her for who she used to be.”

She doesn’t say anything, merely nods, and closes her eyes, and tries to remember the brightness of Morgana’s smile in the morning, the warmth of her hugs. Tries to remember all the ways they had fit together before they’d fallen apart.

[alifelongpassed]

well, I guess Mannimarco stays asleep and imprisoned for another year.

what a waste