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AU - Arthur returns
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WE HAVE FOUND PERFECTION ON THE INTERNET.
PERFECT GIFSET IS PERFECT!!!
"Merlin?" Arthur asks. He’s standing knee-deep in ice cold water and he wishes someone would tell him why. Or hand him some clothes. That would also be helpful.
Merlin doesn’t say a word. He’s standing on the shore. He’s dry and he’s wearing clothes; Arthur is vaguely disgruntled by that. It would be more than vaguely, if he were less confused.
“Merlin,” Arthur repeats, taking a step forward. His legs feel shaky, colt-like, as though they don’t belong to him.
Merlin’s ridiculous face is split into a ridiculous smile, and it just gets wider the closer Arthur comes to him.
"Please tell me what’s going on," Arthur says when they’re close enough to do more than shout. He sounds more pleading, less commanding than he wanted to.
"You’re exactly the same," Merlin murmurs to himself then flings himself at Arthur.
Arthur catches him automatically, wondering if Merlin has noticed that Arthur’s wet, that Arthur’s naked. Merlin is very warm and very familiar, so Arthur doesn’t push him away.
"Why would I not be?" Arthur asks. He doesn’t know why his voice is pitched so quietly, why he’s speaking into Merlin’s hair. Perhaps it’s because Merlin smells excellent; nothing like he should, but very fresh and very clean.
"No reason," Merlin says and clutches him closer.
There’s a sudden roar of sound, coming from above. Arthur tries to throw them both to the ground but Merlin holds firm.
"Look up," he says softly, finally settling himself back on the ground and stepping back.
Arthur looks up. There is a large, metal bird flying above their heads. Its wings glow gold and silver in the light, blade-like wings spinning in inexplicable circles above its back.
"What on earth is that?" Arthur demands, hands tightening where he has apparently left them on Merlin’s shoulders.
Merlin tips his head back and grins. ”Yeah,” he says as the bird drifts further away, continuing on its course. ”There are a few things we need to talk about.”
can you imagine what would happen if arthur weasley discovered google
The Harry Potter books are set in the early 90’s. I bet that he discovered the Internet around 2000, and was captivated. He probably spent years getting the Ministry to adopt wi-fi, and now he spends his lunch breaks perusing Wikipedia. At home he has a state-of-the-art computer rig with like four massive monitors and he marathons “How It’s Made” on Netflix.
if you want to understand the psyche of our generation take a good look at the stories we tell ourselves about the future
because it isn’t flying cars or robot dogs, it’s faceless government surveillance and worldwide pandemics and militarized police brutality and the last dregs of humanity struggling to survive
our generation isn’t self-centered, or lazy, or whatever else they wanna say about us. we are young, and we are here, and we are deeply, deeply afraid.
i wanna date someone and live with them in a shitty apartment but be happy about it because we are happy together and we can decorate it with stupid dorky posters of shit we like and figurines and art and we can cook weird recipes we found on the internet and eat them and watch cartoons even if the food is gross because we made it and we’re perfect
A series of drawings in (belated) celebration of the magic that was King Gavin parts I and II. All hail the new king motherfuckers.
Fucking addicted to Destiny like I’ve done nothing but play it all day today and yesterday. I’m pretty sure I need to get a life or something.