oH YES THAT STARTED IT ALL. I REMEMBER THAT.
I’mma go back and reread that thread tonight. … I just had to squash the muse; what IS it with her and threesomes? I have a fucking ORGYSHIP in the Gadgetverse, but nooooo that’s not enough apparently.
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Merlin and Mordred got together in one verse because Tony was like “go on a date already you two honestly”
and then there was snogging and it was adorable
iamthefirechild said: whatever Ryan says no to, do that thing
Omfg.
We were just arguing about something. but not a thing
you feel me???
*laughs herself sick* This is what I get.
*goes off, cackling madly at the success of her anon, to read Howard Pyle’s Launcelot and plot adventures for Arthur and Percival*
“… We have no reason for existence…”
[He’s having an existential crisis.
This happens on a daily basis.]
“Somebody has to look round at the universe and admire it — it wouldn’t exist without an observer.”
for gods sake just stop! just stop already, this is just like the other day, someone who wouldn’t reveal their name or face going about trying to make trouble between sydney and gayle and half a dozen other people getting involved and just PLEASE FUCKING STOP
how they do their friendship is their business, and you can be annoyed at someone or hurt by them and STILL BE THEIR FRIEND AND NOT NEED SOMEONE ELSE TO GO ABOUT SPREADING SLANDERS.
just STOP
“Weird text messages. Saying that Mor was cheating on me and that I wasn’t good enough for him.” He smiled bitterly before shaking his head. “Then I started thinkin’ bout my Dad and my mum…”
“You’re going to beli—” she cuts herself off short. “Well. You started thinking, and that led to more thinking, and you just went round in a spiral, down and down and down. Did you block the number?” She sits up, still holding Merlin’s hand, and gives him a look that can only be described as parental.
He frowned, looking down at the white sheets before he sighed. “I’m sorry…” He whispered, shutting his eyes after a moment. “I just got sick of everything… Then the text messages started, and… It got out of control…”
She forces herself to take in a deep breath, and not cry. “Don’t, okay, don’t think about that I’m upset with you. Don’t — it’s not about blame. I’m just asking, as your friend, your best friend I hope, that you try harder to talk to me first next time. What text messages?”
He smiled, hand still locked with Mordred’s, who was asleep next to him in the bed. “Hey… ” He whispered, holding his free hand out to his best friend.
She pulls a chair over beside the bed — one of those horrible plastic chairs that are never ever comfortable — and takes his hand when she sits down. She squeezes it, once, and then leans over and rests her forehead on the bed and says, roughly, “Please, please call me the next time things get like that.” Her throat hurts with the effort of forcing back tears.
[text: gingy ging] yeah, that’s the one
[text to: magic hands] be there shortly then
Summer makes her way easily through the various protocols to Merlin’s room, though she has to struggle to ignore the memories they awaken.
“Hey,” she says quietly, to the figure in the bed, wrists bandaged.