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They make me push the pram a lot.
Prince Arthur = fanon Draco? He's not a bad guy, just an asshole with an angst-ton of daddy issues who is full of himself. He's a little misguided, having a sociopath for a father, but he's not stupid and his heart is true. Really, all he needs is someone to help redeem him and guide him, someone who calls him out on his bullshit, and also some buttsex, and he will do great things.
OKAY SO. Was it just that I had been drinking all night before (and, uh, during) watching THE BEGINNING OF THE END (omg), or was the plot actually... compelling? Arthur's face (OMG HIS FACE <3333) isn't even the only redeeming thing, nor was the hoyay redeeming, being KIND OF NONEXISTENT. BBC WHERE IS OUR GAY. BUT. On to the hooray. Threats to kill dangerous children! Morgana kicking so much ass! Arthur being all noble and taking care of kingly business, and also saving people (who aren't even Merlin)! Capable and valiant Arthur is my favorite!
I was watching it with my friend, to whom I had been building up the hoyay sooooooo much. I felt fairly cheated when, AGAIN, IT WAS NOT THERE. But then she brought up a good point: "I'm feeling lots of Uther/Morgana here." UH, YEAH. It is kind of a creepy ship, but since when has being creepy ever stopped me doing anything. Uther/Morgana and its power games and mindfuckery, oh I would read it.
WHICH BRINGS ME TO MY NEXT POINT. MERLIN/MORGANA. ALL OVER THE PLACE. I... think I like it?! Merlin and Morgana, fighting injustice and keeping their boundless magical powers a secret OR ELSE THEY WOULD DIE. 'Kay, I don't do official recs anymore 'cos ya'll should just check out my delicious, but while we're on this subject, there is awesome Merlin/Morgana fic this way.
Arthur/Morgana/Merlin: best thing or BESTEST THING?
My friend called the kid being Mordred. I kind of didn't figure it out until ten seconds before the revelation. Ya, even with the episode title and all.
Can we really not escape our destinies? This show is so fucking campy, I have a hard time imagining the tragic endgame that we all know is to come.
Why are my best-beloved fandoms British-esque and set in the past? "Write what you know", I'm doing it wrong.
The internet gave my computer herpes because I was superdumb and looked for Episode 8 in some seriously sketchy sites. A typo-ridden message keeps on offering to download spyware for me, and sometimes it starts to before I'm like OH NO YOU DON'T. I think have gotten rid of everything except the .dll file, because I can't delete it if it is in use... YEAH, I DON'T WANT IT TO BE. So I guess I'm going to the IT helpdesk tomorrow.
ETA: I've changed my Merlin icon for completely superficial reasons.
Son of ETA:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
kingandward, an Uther/Morgana community. THAT'S RIGHT.
OKAY SO. Was it just that I had been drinking all night before (and, uh, during) watching THE BEGINNING OF THE END (omg), or was the plot actually... compelling? Arthur's face (OMG HIS FACE <3333) isn't even the only redeeming thing, nor was the hoyay redeeming, being KIND OF NONEXISTENT. BBC WHERE IS OUR GAY. BUT. On to the hooray. Threats to kill dangerous children! Morgana kicking so much ass! Arthur being all noble and taking care of kingly business, and also saving people (who aren't even Merlin)! Capable and valiant Arthur is my favorite!
I was watching it with my friend, to whom I had been building up the hoyay sooooooo much. I felt fairly cheated when, AGAIN, IT WAS NOT THERE. But then she brought up a good point: "I'm feeling lots of Uther/Morgana here." UH, YEAH. It is kind of a creepy ship, but since when has being creepy ever stopped me doing anything. Uther/Morgana and its power games and mindfuckery, oh I would read it.
WHICH BRINGS ME TO MY NEXT POINT. MERLIN/MORGANA. ALL OVER THE PLACE. I... think I like it?! Merlin and Morgana, fighting injustice and keeping their boundless magical powers a secret OR ELSE THEY WOULD DIE. 'Kay, I don't do official recs anymore 'cos ya'll should just check out my delicious, but while we're on this subject, there is awesome Merlin/Morgana fic this way.
Arthur/Morgana/Merlin: best thing or BESTEST THING?
My friend called the kid being Mordred. I kind of didn't figure it out until ten seconds before the revelation. Ya, even with the episode title and all.
Can we really not escape our destinies? This show is so fucking campy, I have a hard time imagining the tragic endgame that we all know is to come.
Why are my best-beloved fandoms British-esque and set in the past? "Write what you know", I'm doing it wrong.
The internet gave my computer herpes because I was superdumb and looked for Episode 8 in some seriously sketchy sites. A typo-ridden message keeps on offering to download spyware for me, and sometimes it starts to before I'm like OH NO YOU DON'T. I think have gotten rid of everything except the .dll file, because I can't delete it if it is in use... YEAH, I DON'T WANT IT TO BE. So I guess I'm going to the IT helpdesk tomorrow.
ETA: I've changed my Merlin icon for completely superficial reasons.
Son of ETA:
kingandward, an Uther/Morgana community. THAT'S RIGHT.
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arthur is in shock, which would be more amusing if he had someone to distract him, ground him in what he can recognize in reality. merlin can't do so, because this, this -- and arthur doesn't seem to notice.
he doesn't know where arthur spends his days, but he spends his soaking up narnia, soaking up the magic that clings to the land and the air and the water and the castle itself: this is a land of magic like albion can never be. he finds himself learning to read the stars from centaurs, the dances of fauns, speaking to selkies and mermaids on the seashore, laughing with dryads and naiads and oceanids.
"do you like narnia?" queen lucy asks while he's browsing amidst cair paravel's library, and merlin fumbles the book he's holding. it catches in mid-air and he grabs for it, a sharp flush of panic spreading over his face; magic comes easier to him here than it ever has in camelot. he doesn't need to think about it; it acts on its own.
she smiles at him, open and friendly and seemingly uncaring about his latest display of gifts he should not have.
"yes," merlin says after a minute. "yes, i do, very much. i've never seen anything like it."
"there is nothing like it," lucy says, and takes the book from his hand, replaces it on the shelf. she takes his hand in her callused one. "there has been a raven from my brothers; they are riding back on the lionsroad. do you want to go and meet them? there is more to narnia than just cair paravel."
"arthur --" merlin begins.
"we have servants of our own," lucy grins. "don't fear your prince; he shall be well accounted for. but i," she adds meaningfully, pulling him closer, "want some time with you. i think you love this place as much as i do, and i would you saw more of it."
"all right," merlin agrees, a little dazed, and lets lucy lead him out of the library and down cair paravel's wide, sundrenched halls to the stables.
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he continues to let merlin think he doesn't notice when his eyes flash gold.
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"your majesty!" peter calls out, full of the high spirits of victory. whatever was happening at the southern borders is now apparently not.
the high king strides to him as arthur bows, grasps the prince's forearm and throws his arm around him in familiar embrace. arthur stumbles; he is slowly becoming acclimatized to the familiarity of the narnian court, but such displays still faze him, more used to a court that is demure under uther's steely glare.
"i take it it went well on your southern borders," says arthur.
"as well as can be expected," peter replies with a shrug, his arm still on arthur's shoulder. "the calormene are tricky bastards, they'll be up to something soon enough. lu's told me there's to be a banquet later?"
"yes, in the evening--"
"much too late," peter cuts in. "ask one of the servants for a bottle of wine, your majesty, and meet my brother and i in the field beyond the garden."
he pats arthur's back in a good-natured sort of manner, and is off.
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she's special here, unusual and exotic and foreign -- not just because she's from camelot, but because she's human. "what will uther say when he finds out?" she'd asked morgana once.
"i don't know and i don't care," morgana had replied, full of high spirits, her eyes on the ocean beyond the window. "i don't mean to go back to camelot."
"but my lady --" gwen had protested, but morgana rose and was gone. gwen hadn't seen her the rest of the day, or queen susan either.
cair paravel has gone from being nearly empty to being full to bursting overnight, and everywhere gwen goes she finds people laughing, talking, making love. uther's dire predictions aside -- and what will he say when arthur or morgana tells him, because they can't keep this a secret -- narnia does not seem like an evil land; it seems like one more full of life than anything gwen's ever known.
"the army will not stay here forever," a gentle voice says, and gwen drops the stack of towels she's carrying as one of narnia's creatures steps out of an alcove.
"i'm so sorry," she murmurs, bending immediately to pick them up, and the faun goes down beside her. he holds out the last towel for her.
"my name is tumnus," he says as they rise to their feet. "i am a friend of queen lucy's."
in other words, chances are very good that he more than outranks her, but she hasn't quite figured out narnia's system of rank and privilege and nobility yet. "i'm gwen," she says. "guinevere, really, but everyone calls me gwen. i'm lady morgana's maidservant, i came from camelot."
"why, then, my lady," tumnus says, catching one hand as she balances the towels in the curve of her opposite arm. he presses his lips to the air above it. "narnia is honored to have you."
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"a good knife is desirable in more circumstances than, say, a good bow," edmund cuts in. "a knife over a bow and arrow anyday."
"you just say that because you're a terrible shot," peter says merrily.
"no, no no," says edmund, "i'm alright with a bow."
"su bested him in friendly competition before we got called away to the south," peter explains to arthur. "he's been taking it badly."
edmund explains to arthur, "this is lies."
"oh," says arthur, amused, "so you won?"
"well, technically the placement of the target was--"
"no," peter says, shaking his head. "no, he didn't."
edmund insists, "well, the target--" and is ignored as peter and arthur break into laughter. edmund is not without a smile himself. their recent victory is sweet as the wine they just drank, and they soon fall to arguing which one they should drink next.
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they return to cair paravel only when one of the fleet cheetahs of the royal guard springs up out of the grass. "majesties!" she exclaims. "queen susan says that you're going to be late."
"of course she does," peter says, bemused, as he straightens from the grass. he doesn't stumble, but the wine has gone straight to arthur's head; he hasn't realized just how strong it is.
edmund grins in amusement, swaying a little. "never had faun wine before, hmm?" he asks.
"her majesty is going to skin you alive," the cheetah observes, and peter and edmund's bodyguards, heretofore unseen in the undergrowth, exchange knowing looks.
"she can try," peter says, grinning.
huh
back at cair paravel, peter falls to flirting with everything that moves, although edmund stares at arthur when he comments on it and says, "he's not flirting. trust me, if he's flirting, you'd know it. well. i guess you do know it. anyway, he's just being friendly."
arthur walks in on peter and susan in an alcove, susan's skirts up around her waist and peter's breeches undone. susan smiles at arthur over peter's shoulder -- peter has a knife in his hand the second susan moves, but it vanishes when he turns his head to see arthur.
"come and join us, your highness," susan invites, beckoning with the hand that's not wrapped in peter's hair.
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= MY THOUGHT PROCESS
i uhhh kind of have a few merlin icons now and most of them are of arthur's face. expect rotation! but for now, expect me using this icon waaaaaay to much.
crosstreeverse peter is so light and buoyant!
on a note of not very much connection, i have a ramble, 'cos i should be asleep right now but my statistics homework and i hate each other. SO, i was rereading my old shit, specifically this one (http://lassiterfics.livejournal.com/54640.html), and okay, i wasn't shipping peter/susan when i wrote that, but i might as well have been? shipping pete/su before i knew i shipped pete/su, or do i just read pete/su into everyfucking thing ever now? ah.
they're not so different, susan muses absently as peter, one hand on the back of arthur's neck, kisses him slow. "i think relocating might be prudent, your majesties," she says.
"i completely agree," arthur replies brusquely.
so peter says, "right. let's go."
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around the next corner, susan catches arthur's arm and suddenly he is kissed against the wall by a breathless queen of narnia.
"susan," he gasps, when she lets him speak, and she laughs at his bewilderment and at how he stumbles at her for more.
"don't tease the boy, su," says peter, amusement in his voice.
"i'm liable to tease back," adds arthur.
susan slips her hand into arthur's, says, "i'll take that as a challenge."
"i'm good at challenges," arthur replies as susan leads them down the hall.
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arthur thinks the king and queen of narnia have done this before, have maybe developed certain strategies and routines to weave a third party into their trysts. an approach fine-tuned over time, not through words, but through this: how susan writhes wantonly under him and the taste of faun wine on peter's mouth.
arthur says, in a strained sort of voice, "you treat all visiting dignitaries like this?"
"just the ones we like," peter answers.
and that's the last they say about anything for a while.
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we caught him young, that's the only thing. *beams* give him time.
he hears a little of their story, how it was that four children came to rule narnia, and is rueful at his earlier misconceptions. no mere inheritance this, but a full-out conquest, and he finds it hard to see the laughing high king or the swordsman he faced in the camelot tourney grounds in the grim-faced warlord of the songs. he mentions this to morgana. she says, "honestly, arthur, do you think people hear about you in the songs and then expect to see a spoiled princeling?" and then sweeps off, as she is wont to do these days.
she is fond of narnia and becoming moreso, and arthur has barely seen merlin in all the time they've been here, and even gwen has found a place and made friends; arthur sees her laughing in the gardens with some of the narnian creatures. as for himself --
he thinks he could be happy enough never to go home, to remain in cair paravel and live out all the days of his life. and then he remembers his father, and the people of camelot, and the things that come in the night -- dark magic --
"duty is a terrible thing, is it not, your highness?" peter says from behind him, approaching on cat feet.
"it is, your majesty," arthur agrees, turning away from the ocean to face him.
for a moment the expression on peter's face is curious and unreadable, something terribly sad, and then it vanishes and he slings an arm around arthur's shoulders. "what do you say to seeing a little more of narnia?" he asks. "there's more to this land than just cair paravel."
"i would be honored," arthur says, automatically.
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FIVE THINGS
okay but i'm gonna do three things right now 'cos i'm lazy
two ways morgana doesn't remind peter of susan and one way she does
1. morgana is useless at archery. she can barely nock an arrow. but to be fair, the lady morgana hasn't ever had to lead anyone against conquering armies. she laughs good-naturedly at her own shortcomings and says to peter with a knowing smile, "i have other weapons, your majesty."
2. she doesn't stifle her moans, and does her utmost to make sure peter is unable to either.
3. they end up sharing claret in his study when he finds her wandering the halls of cair paravel after another of her nightmares. she tells him in a hesitant tone, "it's just that... do you ever get the feeling that all this, all you come to love and stand against, all of this will not last?"
his advice rolls off his tongue easily, oft-repeated and well-practiced: "we must trust in the lion's benediction, and trust in the future. what do we have if not the future? aslan won't allow things to happen without good reason, and we must trust in his judgment."
peter recognizes the flash of cynicism in her eyes. it happens quicksilver fast but he sees it none the less, and he reaches out and takes her hand. doesn't begrudge her when she pulls her hand away.
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her hand on his shoulder is light, and her voice is soft when she says in his ear, "it is you, isn't it? i'm not mistaken."
he puts his glass down, turns to face her. "lady morgana."
"high king peter."
she's wearing her hair short these days, and her face is a little more lined, but no less beautiful for the years. her eyes are colder, older, and sadder. she slides onto the stool next to him, motioning the bartender over, and orders scotch.
"i'm not the high king here," peter says when the man's gone.
"and i'm not a lady," morgana points out. "not anymore." she tips her head to one side curiously. "are you like me, then?" she asks. "cursed?"
the corner of his mouth draws up in a wry smile. "not really," he admits. "although sometimes i wonder."
she nods, sips her drink. "did you know?" she asks.
"yes."
she slaps him. peter turns his head to take the weight off the blow, and waves the bartender off when he starts to come over.
"you should have said something."
"i don't think it could have been avoided. you know that."
"yes." that said, she picks up her glass again, swirls the alcohol around. "what are you doing here?"
he shrugs. "my duty," he says, and leaves it at that.
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it is a wonder that cair paravel and camelot aren't already a hotbed of STDs. especially cair paravel.
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honeybaby, if you want to introduce herpes to narnia, have at.
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also yes to that second part but YOU FIRST :-O
ALSO
I AM WATCHING THE MERLIN AND ARTHUR ACTORS ON A TEEVEE CLIP ON YOUTUBE
AND
I AM TRYING REALLY HARD NOT TO FIND IT ADORABLE
I WILL NOT STRAY INTO MERLIN RPF
I WON'T DO IT
colin morgan's irish accent eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
bradley james extrovertedly hogging all the talk-time eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S9rfOCSzBn0&eurl=http://lj-toys.com/?journalid=2856904&moduleid=12&preview=&auth_token=sessionless:1226462400:embedcontentiurl=http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/S9rfOCSzBn0/hqdefault.jpg
zomg
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our icons are eyeing each other. peta says, bring it on, pretty boy. *bemused*
"petty thievery, morgana?" susan says from the couch.
"breaking and entering, susan?" morgana says, dropping her keys in the bowl by the door and letting the door shut behind her. she lets her purse fall to the floor and crosses the hallway into the kitchen, coming out with a pint of ben & jerry's and a pair of spoons.
"i must admit," she says, sitting down on the couch next to susan, "you aren't the last person i expected to see here. i mean, you weren't high up the list either, but you weren't the last."
"i was rather expecting merlin," susan says, taking the proffered spoon. "if it was going to be anyone, i mean. imagine my surprise when your name popped up in the fbi database."
"and what were you doing in the fbi database?" morgana inquires around a mouthful of phish food.
susan reaches into her pocket and pulls out her badge.
"oh," morgana says. "should i be knocking you out and making a run for it, then?" she lets the threat and the hint of magic hang in the air around them.
"hardly," susan says. "i'm not here on official business. just a social call, really." she takes the pint from morgana, eats a spoonful of ice cream, passes it back. "and i have a few questions."
"questions that the fbi can't answer?"
"questions i'd rather not ask the fbi, and questions i don't think they can." she twists the ring on her right hand; it has the air of an unconscious gesture, a nervous tick. "what do you know about raisings?"
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hagjfsdlg;'fdlg;fdkg;l;d
OMG
IS SHE FOR REALZ GONNA MAKE IT INTO HOLLOW VALLEY
uh that would be awesome, okay.
hey remember when you commentficced hollow valley way back and peter and susan were also bonding over ice cream. ice cream yay
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merlin is such a bad title for this show, because it's not all about him, really. not like buffy or angel. it's more of an ensemble act. CAMELOT. really.
huuuuhh. could be, but i was thinking act three, really. if act one is hollow valley, act two is batman, and act three involves this? and maybe supernatural. because the crazy winchester siblings have to meet the crazy pevensie siblings, and dean and peter can bond over having been brought back from the dead.
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OKAY
maybe i should stop here.
um.
i am THIS CLOSE to accepting it as canon that arthur knows merlin is magical but is just playing dumb, 'cos i mean, merlin is an utter failboat at being subtle and arthur's not THAT dumb.
damn, everyone and their supernatural!
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i feel that arthur is aware of it on an unconscious level, but until he has the facts shoved in his face he's not going to admit it, even to merlin. although at that point he's just going to be all, "what do you think i am, an idiot? THAT WOULD BE YOU."
though in some ways, i want the reveal to come when there's some, you know, supernatural horror stalking camelot and gaius and merlin are having whispered conversations and arthur walks in and is all, "so, merlin, how are you going to save us this time?" and merlin almost has a heart attack. or something like that. where arthur just throws it out casually and raises his eyebrows.
*pimps supernatural* pretty boys? plot? subtext like whoa? daddy issues? JENSEN ACKLES? also jared padalecki (mental casting for tirian's cousin vespasian! who is hitting on peter, or was) and jeffery dean morgan!
or we could just go back to immortal!susan and morgana. huh.
"raisings?" morgana says, raising her eyebrows. "why do you want know about those? planning on bringing someone back from the dead?"
"no," susan says. "but i know someone who has been. brought back, i mean. i just want to know if there are any...ill effects."
"like?" morgana asks, eating a spoonful of ice cream. she leans back on the couch and curls her legs up, puts her feet against susan's thighs.
susan glances at her, then down at her hands. "memory loss," she says. "is that -- should that be --"
"you know i've never actually brought someone back from the dead," morgana says. she's thought about it, gone so far as to gather the ingredients for the spell -- but she's never actually gone through with it. "it's very easy to get wrong."
"they didn't get it wrong," susan snaps, too quickly.
"are you sure?" morgana asks, offering the ice cream back.
susan pushes it away with the back of one hand. "i know him," she says. "it is him. it is. he just -- doesn't remember. what happened after he died, i mean."
"you know," morgana says, "if whoever it is actually got it right, it might be a first. i've never seen it done right. and maybe we're not meant to remember what happens after we die."
"do you really think so?" susan asks, and she sounds a little desperate.
"i don't know," morgana says, with a pang. "i really don't know. who did they bring back."
susan doesn't meet her eyes. "peter," she says quietly.
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THAT is the kind of thing we need more of! bbc writers!: if the hoyay is lacking, you are straying from the plot! keep this in mind!
when there's some, you know, supernatural horror stalking camelot and gaius and merlin are having whispered conversations and arthur walks in and is all, "so, merlin, how are you going to save us this time?" and merlin almost has a heart attack.
YES YES YES. THIS IS IDEAL. an awesome fic i read tonight that contains this very thing. (http://ariafic.livejournal.com/10398.html)
i can't remember, in the one about sidhe, when the branch falls on that thug in the beginning: did arthur actually SAY "huh, that was lucky?" or am i just imagining it. but yeah, i almost ALMOST feel like this is kind of KIND OF like the end of PC where edmund and lucy are like I'M SURE I'LL UNDERSTAND WHEN I'M OLDER.
merlin hasn't been picked up for a second season yet, but i can't imagine what only 11 episodes would accomplish, and with the ratings a second season MUST be a given... right?!
ooooh go on, i like this! a flash of emotion through morgana's eyes at the mention of peter's name but then it's gone again. she waits for susan to tell her more.
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arthur actually DID SAY that. and seriously: merlin, least subtle sorceror ever. arthur, morgana, and gwen have to be laughing at him behind his back while gaius panics and uther broods.
"i don't think i really ever understood what you are," morgana says.
susan laughs, a little bitter. "we're human, sons of adam and daughters of eve," she says. "from here, originally, a long time ago. well," she adds, mouth quirking a little, still bitter, "not so long."
morgana is silent, waiting. susan stumbles on, "he died in 1949, they all did -- ed and lu too, you remember -- and i...didn't. well, i wasn't there. and last year someone brought him back, and he's been with me ever since, and he's fine, he is, but i'm not an expert and no one at the bureau is -- he's working for them, with me, now -- and -- and i was just wondering," she finishes.
morgana puts the ice cream down on the end-table. "maybe i should see him," she says, testing, and susan nods.
AND THEN I DIDN'T STOP THERE
like, arthur is canonically what assholes become fanonically. out of fandom habits, i keep thinking he is a douchebag with more bark than bite. but, right there on the show, in-between bouts of being pompous, he keeps on saving everyone's lives and being a capable warrior leader-type. arthur <333333
okay NOW i'm done
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hmm. have you ever seen farscape? because i think you might be into that. or friday night lights. (my interests! they are wide and varied.)
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i haven't seen either of those. i've heard of FNL but i don't know what farscape is about at all. have you ever watched 'early edition', which is the show the FNL coach was on before about a newspaper that came a day early? um, that was my favorite show for a time, heh.
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farscape is about an astronaut that gets shot through a wormhole and ends up in a distant part of a galaxy, on a living ship with a bunch of alien criminals. the crack is fantastic but manages to actually be GOOD. also, ben browder in leather pants with guns (http://www.ben-browder.com/fanlisting/fans.jpg).
i have not seen that, no.
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uhhhhh bed i am writing a wee 5 things merlin/arthur ficlet (of the non-crackover variety?!) and it was gonna be called something like "4 ways merlin is a crap servant and 1 way he's not", but i can't think of the one way he's not because he's pretty much a crap servant overall, full stop!
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well, merlin is pretty good at saving arthur's life, and also taking the blame when arthur does something stupid.
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