wholove:

#Oh my god he’s fucking alive I love him so much I—-yes yes alright Gwaine hug him if you must OK that’s enough now I get it you’re pleased now please fuck off and let me have my moment. Oh my god I can’t do this look at that smile quick say something, anything, ‘I’M GLAD YOU’RE HERE MERLIN?’ WHAT KIND OF UNDERSTATEMENT IS THAT FUCKING HELL SO STUPID OK OK ummm quick hug him, fuck, no just give him a pat on the shoulder there you go, oh you utter cock why can’t you just hug him, look at yourself now just staring at him like a lovestruck fool you are a despicable human being just fucking kiss him, oh god no just grab his face, NOT THE BACK OF HIS HEAD YOU IDIOT HIS FAAAACE, ah now you’ve fucked it up you idiot, fuck.

hoboeroticmisha:

“I feel you”

“I feel you too”

“We do not even have to touch to feel our love for one another”

“I could be a thousand miles away and still feel as though you are beside me”

“I love you Merlin”

“I love you Arthur”

“Marry me”

“Of course my dear sweet prince but what will your father think”

“Then we shall elope and live amongst the trees of the forest living off of nothing but the fruits of the earth”

“That sounds absolutely heavenly”

“Our future awaits us”

“Goodness I truly do love you”

“Hearing you say that a hundred times will not bore me”

“You are my life”

“And you are mine”

“We shall make love tonight amongst the ferns and bracken of the woodland floor”

“I will braid your hair with flowers and you shall smell even more fragrant than you do now”

“It means so much to hear you say that”

“Your aroma is tangible on my tongue. I drink it like the sweetest nectar whenever I am near you”

“Once more I shall say that I love you”

“And once more I shall ask you to say it again.”

(Source: loki-dokey)

mind-in-melody:

So I made a Lyric video for SaintDorianGray’s song Dashboard TumblrFessional.

The song an be downloaded here!

Yeeeee. Spread it around. Check it.

Even as John Watson—no longer army doctor, consulting detective’s colleague or surgeon, but rather, survivor—blogs about the late Sherlock Holmes, he can’t help but smile as he types all the silly thing that happened in between the very not good bits. He can’t help but chuckle as he thinks of what his Sherlock Holmes would say about his too fantastic prose.

Surely, you could have managed to leave out the woman’s measurements. There was nothing less pertinent.

Don’t give Mycroft too much credit. His head’s already the size of that thing the earth revolves around. Yes, go on and laugh John. I’ve already deleted it.

You enjoyed punching my face far too much.

**************

Dean lifts the trunk of the Impala and looks down at the tan trench coat shoved inbetween Bobby’s old pocket guides and his father’s journal.

They’d been working a job in California and had stopped to get some of those famous In-N-Out Burgers, courtesy of some poor bastard’s credit card halfway across the continent. Some Berkeley hobo’s lost golden retriever had tilted his head to the side while Dean ate his 4x4 and Sam, already having finished his simple Cheeseburger, watched in disgust. Feeling generous, Dean threw a piece of meat at the dog and watched him go buck wild.

Dean feels a throb of pain go through his arm. Sam had punched him right on the shoulder scar. “Don’t hurt yourself thinking too hard, Dean. I know it’s a challenge.”

“You’re the… challenge. Shut up. Bitch.”

“Jerk.”

**************

Gaius always said that Merlin’s flashed gold whenever he used magic. That in itself, said people who later knew, was what made Merlin and his sorcery all the more mystical, all the more powerful and just so unreal.

If that was the case, it was nothing to the light in Arthur’s eyes every time he so much as glanced at Guinevere.

And if that tugged at Merlin’s heartstrings more than a best manservant’s should, then it was of no large import.

**************

There were only four people in the world who had 24/7 access to Tony Stark’s personal lab. Of those four, three of them were not Tony Stark. Though, one could probably assume this were the case.

Of the three who were not Tony Stark, two of them knew how to play Tony, knew how to speak the Stark’s strange English language variant comprised only of techno-babbling, half formed thoughts, strokes of genius, and the occasional flirt.

The other one—the one with no knowledge of techno-babble and modern flirting nuances or that stupid special Tony-Language only learned through years of mistranslations—only had to stay silent. He would approach Tony’s board and draw a small doodle on the edge of a blueprint or onto the blueprint itself.

And Tony wondered how he could be so lucky, because if only Howard could see his Captain now.

**************

And through all the heartbreak and the happy endings that never were, these were such grand adventures.

just a random picture breaking my heart in the middle of dwinelle hall. no big.

(Source: ask-merlin)

fy-merlinxarthur:

PLOT: Merlin owns a small comic shop on Cardiff Bay. Life’s been a struggle for Merlin lately; he’s had to downsize the shop he inherited, half the bills are overdue, his boyfriend has left him for a more exciting life in London, something’s been frightening the tourists, and now there are rumours of a new comic mega-store moving into Cardiff. His life is surely over…
RATING: NC-17 (Arthur/Merlin, modern!AU)

“…You deserve someone kind to you, and who believes in all you want, you know?”
‘“Shares my dreams, all hearts and unicorns?” Merlin shook his head. “That kind of person doesn’t exist.”
“I used to think that too,” she said as Lance walked up and joined them. He bent down and kissed Gwen’s forehead.
“What you guys talking about?”
“Merlin’s Prince Charming.”

Near-Mint Condition

It’s long as fuck, but I read this one a while ago and I can’t say I regret it. :) Also, Percy is charming. 

EVIDENCE NEEDED

fy-merlinxarthur:

sunnydaletogallifrey:

I USED TO BREATHE AND EAT AND SLEEP AND FUNCTION PROPERLY BUT THEN MERTHUR

merlinconfessions:

Shut up, Merlin.