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Character Sketches

ruffboijuliaburnsides:

peaceheather:

captainloony007:

brawltogethernow:

migatosabefisica:

brawltogethernow:

tudorrose13:

brawltogethernow:

outshinethestars:

brawltogethernow:

brawltogethernow:

brawltogethernow:

I know it’s 2020 but Merlin AU where Uther notices a bunch of problems that could only be solved by magic ~spontaneously~ getting solved around Arthur, and concludes that this must be a side effect of Arthur only existing due to magical intervention. An intense bigotry-versus-parental-love internal conflict commences, followed by some that’s-pretty-hypocritcal-of-you-isn’t-it-dad screaming external conflict, generally upending everything. Merlin is standing in the corner the entire time holding a serving jug of mead and sweating.

Morgana, dramatically slamming open the throne room doors with both arms: I’M ALSO UNWILLINGLY MAGIC.
Arthur: What????
Morgana, raising one fist at him: Solidarity, motherFUCKER!
Arthur: What????????

What’s Uther gonna do? What’s he gonna fucking do???? Execute his secret Scottish child, but not his nonsecret blond heir child??? They’re ganging up on him now. He’s fucking cornered.

#what a way for Arthur to get dumped into this drama#I’M PRETTY SURE I AM NOT MAGIC#“you keep killing things that can only be killed by magic tho’#…full disclosure i often don’t remember it#so sometimes you black out and accomplish magical feats?#NO!  ( @whetstonefires )

This is about the part where Merlin escalates to chugging the royal mead.

At some point someone mentions that an eyewitness would be great. And they all realize that Merlin is persent for all these things and start asking Merlin what it looks like when Arthur performs these magical feats. And he’s half way through the royal mead so fuck it. And he starts talking about how Arthur glows and shit. And usually Merlin has to knock him on the head to get him to stop glowing and whooshing and what not and the idea that Merlin could be saving the prince from his own magical distraction is so absurd they decide it’s just a drunk idiot telling tales.

Knfsdfs “Are you telling me that every time I blacked out you knocked me out!?” “…You know what? That’s actually accurate.”

i would die for this.

somebody please.

Merlin, really getting into this: It was to save you from your own magic, sire. I had no other choice. That’s… That’s what you do, you see a born sorcerer and you just wham, knock them out for their own good.

Morgana, thinking about her sleeping draughts: It’s true Arthur that’s what they do.

Arthur: I’m.

Morgana: But it’s fine look we just have to win Merlin over to the side of magic.

Merlin: …

Merlin: I don’t know guys, that’s going to be a tough sell.

Merlin: I just. I just don’t know if I could be persuaded.

Arthur: Merlin, you aren’t even from Camelot. Why would you have anti-magic biases.

Merlin: But you’re always so insistent magic is eeeevil.

Merlin: Maybe you should persuade me. Tell me what’s so great about sorcerers.

Morgana: Well–

Merlin: No, I want to hear him say it.

Merlin blatantly and magically refills the jug with more mead: What? Why’d you stop? Keep talking about how great sorcerers are Arthur. Come on now, you were just getting to the good parts.

it got better

@anarchycox This seems up your alley, yeah? probably @trekkiepirate too…

petalpetal:

scientific-horrors:

petalpetal:

Shout out to people with auditory processing disorder!!!

what?

*holds up a sign that says “Shout out to people with auditory processing disorder!!!”*

captaincrusher:

70thousandlightyearsfromhome:

mytardisisparked:

captaincrusher:

captaincrusher:

I wonder how Tuvok managed to infiltrate the Maquis in the first place. Did he just walk up to one and was like “Sir, I have no emotional investment in this conflict as I have no emotions, but I have decided that I would like to partake in your terrorist activities.”?

Hello fellow terrorists. Yes, I am also a terrorist that enjoy… *looks at notes* causing political strife.

Chakotay obviously wasn’t too picky; half his crew seemed to be there to spy on the other half.

But I’m surprised there were so many Vulcans in the Maquis. It doesn’t seem logical. Not to mention the issues with pon farr that might arise.

According to ENT, there are some rebel Vulcans…but Tuvok wasn’t even undercover. He used his real name. He had been in Starfleet for decades, had a wife and four kids. And somehow, Chakotay believed he would give it all up to join the Maquis? When he didn’t have a dog in the Maquis fight?

I didn’t even think about Tuvok using his real name. Did Chakotay even google him?

Tuvok: *changes his Spacebook profile picture from one were he wears his uniform to one were he’s wearing a vest*.

Chakotay: Seems legit.

In the span of a month, I lost my grandfather suddenly and traumatically, I ended up in the hospital with severe appendicitis and needed an appendectomy (leaving my child for the first time in their entire life), and contracted Covid (which I am still in the midst of dealing with with; as anyone with chronic illnesses and disabilities know, being sick-sick on top of your regular amount of sick is just sheer hell… and doing all of that while mom'ing a toddler is just a literal circle of Hell, I think.).

The amount of times I have woken up thinking my Dad (what I call my grandad) is still alive in the last few weeks has been absolutely sickening. It’s like the pain + medication + sickness haze I’m currently in all contributed to my brain forgetting the most horrific thing I have ever lived through. And I am so sick that I can’t even cry, because if I cry I will make breathing even more difficult and possibly trigger an asthma attack I can’t contol. But I remember waking up in Recovery and the first thing I thought was “I need to tell Dad that duct tape apparently doesn’t work on appendices so we said fuck it and cut it out.” and before I could start crying, they pushed more Dilaudid and I fell back asleep. I woke back up in my room and my first thought was to ask my mom to call my Nona and Dad and tell them I was OK– even though Nona was at the house and Dad wasn’t, it was my first thought to do. That fucking Dilaudid and anesthesia sleep was the only sleep I’ve had since my Dad died back in December that I haven’t dreamt of him, of him dying or me almost getting to speak to him and then waking up. Let me tell you what: I certainly understand why people grieving will turn to heavy drugs or alcohol now – if it means sleeping and not being tormented every second of your existence like I am now, I definitely get the appeal now.

I’m currently an entire week into having The Name Brand Cold and there were a few days I was so sick and running a fever and absolutely exhausted and in so much pain that I didn’t even have room for the grief, which made it about a million times worse whenever it came rushing back.

And today I learned that my Nona is going to have to sell her house within the next few months because the fucking VA likely won’t get her dependant payments until late this year. She can’t survive without them. The widow of a Vietnam Marine and she’s going go be fucking homeless because our government can’t ensure the payments she’s entitled to – money she would be getting if Dad were still alive no problem.

I am quite literally terrified of what the rest of the year holds if this is how January is going.

My hands slipped and I accidentally posted the first two chapters of my very first published Dramione piece: Wanting To Forget Isn’t The Same As Forgetting

Rated M (for now) this story takes us on the journey of what happens when Hermione Granger is reunited with her ex, Draco Malfoy, after carefully avoiding any and all situations in which he would be in the same place as her. It’s worked well for over a year and a half, but all good things must come to and end, no matter how badly it hurts.

This one is definitely angsty, but I’m whipping up some fluff and smut and a happily ever after, so it’ll all be worth it it, I hope. Can’t wait to see where this one takes us and I hope you enjoy it

[Image ID: A white text except from Wanting To Forget Isn’t The Same As Forgetting by accio_magic on AO3 in on a black background. End ID.]

teamfreewillwins:

I can’t believe, that in the Year of Our Lord 2022, I am actually finding my way back to writing and (hopefully) posting a fic by doing so with the absolutely filthiest body of work I have ever written.

Like damn, y'all, two years of a pandemic really did some things to my bedroom scenes. 😅

Holy s h i t, fam. I, uh, may have just written a 3K word spicy scene/chapter in a fic where my chapters are about 1500-2000 word, and I am not even finished. Fuuuuu.

I can’t believe, that in the Year of Our Lord 2022, I am actually finding my way back to writing and (hopefully) posting a fic by doing so with the absolutely filthiest body of work I have ever written.

Like damn, y'all, two years of a pandemic really did some things to my bedroom scenes. 😅