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MORE FLAILING ABOUT MERLIN. Who incidentally has huge ears.

So, I watched the first four episodes online, can't yet find a working version of the fifth episode and MAN. I WANT THE LANCELOT PRETTY, NOW. Apparently he was Isaac from Heroes?? I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE, EPISODE FIVE. I will find you and your little dog too.

I wasn't part of the Xena and Hercules generation, but I kind of feel Merlin is this generation's answer to that. To anachronistic adventure fantasy starring a duo drowning in their own hoyay, that is. EVERYONE, COME JOIN THE MERLIN FLAILPARTY.

BED, this shit is kind of up your alley. I hope you watch it.

Hey, cape aside, that's like Pete and Ed's armor Arthur's wearing?

"Is it my imagination or are you beginning to enjoy yourself?"
"It's not totally horrible all the time." ESPECIALLY WHEN WE DO IT, all night long.

"I wouldn't lie to you." ...already? That was fast, guys.

This is episode two and already we have a "Merlin and Arthur against the world!"

The background music of Merlin and Arthur's breakup scene is hilariously histrionic, wtf.

"The heart cannot truly hate THAT WHICH MAKES IT WHOLE"? Are you kidding me. WOW.

Arthur is SO PRETTY. So pretty. UNGH I WANT.

Arthur/Morgana! I want to like it. But something about it is annoying. Though I am a big fan of how she can make him do anything she wants. ARTHUR. Twisted around so many people's little fingers. Like MERLIN'S. And even his father, in the 'I just want him to be proud of me' sort of way.

I am, like, in love with Arthur's panicked facial expressions whenever Merlin does something stupid and noble. WHICH HAPPENS ALL THE TIME. Arthur has to step in and verbally abuse Merlin while saving his ass, barely concealing his panic and fear and anger and LOVE. AT THE BANQUET, after Merlin makes his wild accusations, Arthur's all like let me handle this 'cos I already know how he ticks apparently. WELL THEN. And Arthur's THE FIRST AT HIS SIDE WHEN MERLIN FALLS TO THE FLOOR.

Only four episodes in and Arthur's already like, "I will go to the ends of the earth for you, Merlin! I will risk life and limb. FOR YOU."

CALLING ARTHUR'S NAME IN DELIRIOUS FEVER? WHAT SWEET NECTAR IS THIS?

WTF DINOSAURS?? Well, I guess not, but it sure as hell looked like a spinosaurus.

OH MY GOD, Merlin sending Arthur that glowing ball of light thing. Lost in delirious fevered sleep and MOANING and his first instinct is to SAVE HIS ARTHUR-KING. SAVE YOURSELF ARTHUR-KING, don't mind my dying self, and Arthur's like OH I MIND IT VERY MUCH for who will I make out with then, WHO WILL unDRESS ME.

OMG I JUST DIED. "FASTER FASTER ARTHUR" INDEED. That was PROBABLY A FLASHBACK TO A FEW DAYS AGO.

Harharhar, his father being all like, "Why do you care so much?" YEAH ARTHUR, WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH.

"Yeah, it was nothing," INDEED. You're not fooling anyone, Arthur-king. YOU TWO ARE TOTALLY LOVERRRRRS.

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WHY HULLO THAR

ya, i'm told, i'm told. this is all probably old news for you, you jaded maven. look at me flouncing around all starry-eyed still.

HEY YOU. peter/arthur would be the best thing ever. (arthur is my favorite.)

IT'S LIKE are the writers like TRYING to cater to the slashers? 'cos man does it ever seem like they are In On It.

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what is RTD? i just googled it and the first thing came up was Regional Transportation District, so probably not that.

my gosh they aaaaaallllll are. morgan/gwen!!1 i mean, fuck it, EVERYONE is sleeping with each other.

Oh ho ho ho ho ho...

Clearly, someone got sucked in by the stupidly obvious slashiness of Merlin. Everytime the dragon comes onscreen, my mind goes "HERE COMES THE SLASHER DRAGON!"

And yes, Arthur and Merlin do it all night long. And I LOVE ARTHUR AND HIS STUPID PRETTY FACE AND MERLIN AND HIS CHEEKINESS AND HIS WILLINGNESS TO DIE FOR HIS ONE TRUE LOVE.

This SERIES. MADE OF ~~SLASH~~ WIN.

i will check it out! but i have to read two books and i still have not read

cupiscent's manuscript and i also have to make tirian look competent (because he is, he just ain't caspian or peter and i have to make people see this) and serioustly, the tirian thing should count for more. but tonight. i will watch the first episode.

ya, me and a bunch of readings need to happen, as does a lengthy Q&A assignment, and who knows what random errands. urgh.

MERLIN <3
i've never been in a tv fandom before, at least not when it was still running. it's a different dynamic. and i'm actually caught up on episodes.

my second fandom and the first one i was on lj for was a tv fandom! and most of my fandoms actually have been tv fandoms. *muses* entirely different dynamic. fascinating, that.

yeah, i wasn't ever really in a tv fandom 'cos i like having a grip on my canon, and you could never really know tv canon because you can always be jossed, and i didn't like that uncertainty. merlin... might be changing things. i may need to get a merlin icon.

i so do not need another medivalesque fandom. self, what happened to writing fics in an urban setting.

OH LASS YOU KNOW ME SO WELL.

Granted, this makes me want to write crossovers, but whatever.

almostinstinct compares merlin and narnia ...sort of (http://almostinstinct.livejournal.com/51014.html)

DUDE. PETER/ARTHUR. think about it.

in conclusion: narnia: prettier, smarter, more bloodthirsty, better fighters, and BETTER THAN YOU.

er. but merlin is once weekly, they have that going for them.

(i should note i have seen only the first episode, because now i have to write tirian musing on caspian's memoirs and this weird part where he compares peter to a lion his father killed.)

"you know they kill magicians here, don't you?" edmund says, and peter raises his eyebrows.

"good thing we didn't bring any with us, then, isn't it?" he says, leaning on sebi's saddlehorn. she flips her tail.

"are we going to have to pretend to be ordinary?" she asks, in the tones of the long-suffering.

peter pats her neck with one gloved hand. "just for now," he says. "i'll see you get the finest oats."

"i'd rather have good narnian grass," she mutters.

"and there's our escort," edmund says, straightening. "this should go well. uther's son is just about your age." he squints. "and from what i can tell, he looks like you, too."

"lovely," peter says. "so no one's going to take us seriously, then?"

OMG OMG OMG

and after the match, arthur is winded on his back, his sword in peter's hand, and edmund, for one, is just glad that they're wearing helmets. he can just imagine the smug smile on peter's face.

peter offers arthur a hand up and arthur ignores it.

and during the banquet, edmund leans over and hisses, "pete, i know that look. i know what you're thinking, and it's bad for national security."

"you think everything is bad for national security," peter says musingly, not taking his eyes off the prince across the room.

yeeeeeessss.

edmund wants to grab him and shake him, but has to settle for hissing insults at peter in natarene. the shaking him part really isn't one of those things he wants to do in front of other people, especially when he's trying to make allies of those other people.

"do you realize we're in camelot?" edmund says, lying on his back on peter's bed with his hands behind his head. "camelot. with arthur and merlin and all that."

"merlin?" peter says absently, picking through the clothes in his chest. since peter doesn't generally care that much about clothes, edmund knows better than to ask what exactly he's looking for. "i hadn't seen a merlin. and isn't he supposed to be an old bloke, anyway? long white beard and all that?"

"you haven't been paying much attention, have you?" edmund says, though both of them know that he doesn't mean it. peter concentrates on the big things; edmund concentrates on the details. "arthur's manservant is named merlin. dark-haired boy, about your age."

he can't see peter from here, but he can just imagine his brother's eyeroll. "it's not camelot, though," he says. "not the one we read about. i mean, it can't be, can it? that's back in england."

unfortunately, it all starts with arthur. of course it starts with arthur; peter's reckless, but not that reckless. or that stupid, though really, some days edmund wonders.

"you don't look like all that much," arthur says when they're dismounting, peter handing sebi's reins over to one of the camelot stablehands.

edmund dismounts and bites his tongue on, didn't your father teach you diplomacy?, because really.

peter raises his eyebrows. arthur has enough height on him that he has to look up, but he manages to do so in such a way as to make it seem like it's his idea. "you don't either," he says, "but i suppose you'll grow into it."

arthur goes dull red. "i'm older than you!" he blusters.

"and yet i'm already king," peter says, because some days he really is that stupid.

ooh are we playing that card then ARE WE NOW? edmund fascinated and wandering around camelot comparing life and fiction, tries not to be too goggle-eyed whenever he sees guinevere, or skeptical when he sees merlin. he wonders what will happen in the intervening years to turn these people into their legends, because right now, they're all tripping over each other and their own two feet and it makes edmund want to roll his eyes.

then edmund sees merlin stop a jug of wine from falling over using no hands, eyes flashing gold.

he'll keep an eye on this camelot. there's a lot of good can come from being allied with a kingdom with merlin on its side. providing merlin keeps his damnfool neck out of trouble, and is subtle about his indiscretions.

speaking of indiscretions.

he looks around. where is peter? then he scans the room for arthur too. then he thinks, oh shit.

god, we do do this in comments all the time. *bemused*

and morgana hits on edmund, of course. AND PETER. so arthur is jealous.

"you stay away from her!" arthur snaps, bulling peter up against a wall, fist clenched in the fabric of his tunic.

peter lets himself be bullied, knows that he can turn the tables at any moment. arthur -- and uther too -- always forgets their rank, forgets that edmund and peter are kings despite their age. arthur looks at him and sees only a cocky stranger his own age, not the high king of narnia.

"or what?" he drawls. morgana is amusing, but despite what edmund thinks, he does know england's own legends. he's too smart to fool around with the woman that he knows as morgaine le fay.

"or i'll beat your head in!"

peter smirks, and like that, he's switched their positions, arthur sandwiched between his body and the wall now. he sees the prince's eyes go wide. "how did you --" he bursts out, warrior's instinct kicking in. how did you do that, show me, i need to know. then he's the spoiled prince again. "how dare you!"

peter closes his fist around arthur's throat, not squeezing, but letting arthur know he could if he wanted, kill the crown prince of albion here and now, take albion for his, for narnia's. it's all in the eyes, and arthur has brains enough to see that. peter loosens his grip.

"it's not your foster-sister i'm interested in," he whispers in arthur's ear.

we do. *joyous!*

peter's breaths on his ear, on his neck, the way he turns his face inwards so his lips are just that close to arthur's...

arthur starts to struggle, trying to writhe away. "stop that! stop that, i'll call my guards!"

"you'll call your guards?" peter echoes airily, letting arthur get away. "you'll tell your daddy, will you? call your manservant, maybe he can polish your boots and make it all better."

UH HUH AND THEN like, they flirt bicker some more, and arthur is so tempted to holler for the guards and just when he's about to, peter says something to the effect of "i tire of this, but if you want settle this further, you come to my chambers tonight and we'll settle it man to man. maybe you'll even learn a few things."

"no, you come to my chambers," arthur snarls.

and peter says, "alright." and walks off.

and arthur's like... uh woah what did i just do. except he knows what he just did. and he's not entirely opposed to the idea.

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<33! i am... kind of having waaay too much fun.
peter/arthur ftwwwwwwwww XD

oh arthur. so in over his head. one does not fuck around with the high king of narnia!

peter slips back into his seat looking entirely too pleased with himself. "where the hell have you been?" edmund hisses, and peter just smirks.

arthur comes in a few minutes later, looking badly shaken. peter meets his eye and sips his wine. arthur looks away quickly.

"just tell me you didn't do anything supremely stupid," edmund says.

"of course not," peter says, tearing a roll in half. "would i do anything like that?"

arthur manages to fool himself into thinking peter isn't going to come, that the other boy -- and he is a boy; he talks like a grown man but he's no older than arthur, young and green as spring grass -- is nothing more than a braggart and a bully. then there's a knock on his door. he almost doesn't go to open it; the only thing that makes him do so is misplaced pride. peter's just a boy, and arthur knows how to deal with those.

it's peter that shuts the door; arthur wants it open, isn't sure if he wants to be alone in the same room with peter, not with the door closed and all routes of escape blocked. just a boy, he tells himself, but he's not, there's something about him.

AHAHAHA THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT HIM indeeeeeeeeeeeeed. oh show.

"alright," says arthur in his most commanding voice. "let's finish this."

"as you wish, your highness," says peter, and tackles the prince to his bed.

initially arthur is like WOAH WTF because usually he's the one who calls the shots, but he's quick to recover. it's part lust and it's part not wanting to let the king of narnia (just a boy) get the best of him. it's not equal measures of both, and arthur's not sure which there's more of.

"hey, calm down there," says peter when arthur bites too hard.

"you don't tell me what to do," arthur retorts. "not in my own castle. if you can't take it, you shouldn't have--"

"if i can't take it? is that a challenge?"

and without waiting for answer, peter effortlessly flips them around and pins arthur to the bed.

"wha--?"

"well," says peter, grinning in equal parts mirth and malice, "if you can't take it..."

(pretty much, the title is "peter throws arthur around like a rag doll (and arthur secretly likes it)")

why do i have this feeling that merlin is hiding behind a tapestry and going, "OH MY GOD I HAVE TO GET OUT RIGHT NOW. except that arthur could be in danger! and i have to protect him! but OH MY GOD I AM TOO YOUNG TO WATCH THIS"?

there are scars on peter. not like the ones arthur has, from training and boyhood fights and exhibition fighting, but from real combat, like the ones uther and his knights have. there's an old scar through his eyebrow, a deep slash across his stomach (which should have spilled his guts and killed him), claw marks over his heart, the ragged stump of the smallest finger on his left hand, a deep gouge the length of arthur's hand on his thigh, teardrop shaped burn marks in a fan across his back. arthur runs his hands up them, wondering a little at their origin (just a boy, how in god's name does anyone so young get wounds like that?), and then peter scrapes his teeth lightly across arthur's neck.

"surprised?" he says.

"no," arthur lies. "nothing about you surprises me."

"if you want to be king, you'll have to become a better liar," peter says, grinning like the thought amuses him.

"don't be --"

peter's hand drops from his hip somewhere lower, and arthur draws in a sharp breath.

"like that?"

"no," he lies.

"too fast. let the question sink in," peter says, and lets arthur flip them, still grinning even when arthur settles on his hips.

"what are you, an expert?"

"i'm the high king of narnia."

"you're crazy."

"if you really think you're the first person to say that to me, you're sadly mistaken."

i've never watched doctor who. but merlin sure as hell is campy, this is true.

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