I will provide no explanations,,, I want this. I NEED this
If aftg ever gets a tv show and does not make the scene where Neil and Riko fight as homoerotic as possible I do not want it
Faces a breath apart, one of them has a hand on the other shirt collar, both brawling on the floor, clothes crumpled, hair messy and faces bruised. DO YOU SEE MY VISION?????
I think some of you forgot that autistic people sometimes act strange and say things that are poorly worded and speak with incorrect tone and misunderstand or miss social cues because they are autistic
Ok but this lass is my main source of gender envy and goals.
“But of course, interesting manure” Is the greatest way of saying “cool shit”.
after repeatedly supergluing my boots back together (as well as sellotaping them multiple times) after the literal bottom half of it came off as well as the paint on them, I finally got new ones bro I'm so happy
IMAGINE HIM PUTTING THAT RING AROUND A CHAIN AND GIVING IT TO YOU THO
HIS FUCKING INITIALS???!!!??!?????? THATS SO DAMN SEXY ITS A FUCKING FALLS DOWN THERE KITTY IS ROARING
HELLO NEW BEST FRIEND, I JUAT GOT THE IDEA FOR A NEW MERLEON HEADCANON!!!!
The Purge began with the death of Queen Ygraine and the birth of Arthur. Before that, magic was legal and quite well-known amongst the nobility and common people, just a part of everyday life.
Leon would have been about 5 at the time magic was banned. Maybe six, as it took time for laws to be implemented across kingdoms.
There is a possibility there were people in his household who had magic. Maybe a servant who could clean his muddy clothes in a split second, so he didn't get into trouble. Maybe a nanny, or a tutor who could make the figurines in his storybooks come to life.
If Leon's father is half the man Leon is, there is a real possibility that his morals would have overshadowed his loyalty to the crown. So when the word comes by the King's messenger that all magic users are to be burnt alive, he send him back with the assurance that it will be done.
But instead, he start plotting.
Those who learnt magic and could stand to give it up did so. Those who couldn't, born with the innate ability, got help from a mysterious source to flee in the middle of the night, across the border to Dyfed and take a boat out of Albion, where magic was still welcomed.
And Leon, who is a curious little child, and confused as to why his father is disobeying the king, asks him knew night. And his father tells him "A man's loyalty to his morals must come before his loyalty to the crown, or he is bit a man at all, but a puppet with a sword."
And Leon remembers.
Leon obeys the crown. He joins the knighthood like his brothers, he serves his king, and he carries out Uther's orders without question.
And nobody but him notices when his blade cuts through grass or just tents instead of people. Nobody but him notices when his coin bag mysteriously falls a few feet away, conveniently right in front of the druid child hiding in the bushes. Nobody but him notices when he helps a child escape up a tree.
But the druids notice.
They notice when the child starts talking about the noble Knight of Camelot who helped them escape. And them another, who told them the same, and then another. It adds up.
So when their beloved Knight is dying, of course they will take notice. Of course they will pray to their goddess. Of course they will use the most powerful tool they have, the cup of life, to bring him back.
Even Gods listen when so many pray. They grant him the gift of immortality.
The druids aren't the only ones who notice.
The servants notice. They clean his armour, and his weaponry. Each and every time, it comes back bloodless. And if it doesn't, it's certainly not bloody enough to have been in a massacre.
Servants talk. Eventually, word reaches Gwen. And then, in her adorable way, she blurts it out at the most inopportune moment.
And Merlin finds out.
OOOO THIS IS SO COOL
ima add some thoughts to this….
Merlin would either immediately tell Leon about his magic like and idiot or not tell him anything and just get really close to him.
Everyone, including Leon, was heavily confused at to why Merlin was trying to get so close to Leon, he was practically stalking him.
Once Leon bumped into some Druids on patrol and was talked to them, Merlin, who was following him, tried to hide and hoped that none of them would notice him.
Of course, the Druids noticed and called him out, thinking surely Leon knew about Emrys and who he was.
And obviously, he didn’t.
Merlin realizing he had been caught, stepped out from the trees.
Leon was confused and terrified of Merlin being there.
Why was he here? Was he following him? Why? Would he tell Arthur what he saw?
Then he realized that the Druids had called him Emrys.
From being around the Druids so much Leon must have heard about Emrys, which only made him more confused,.
Why were they calling Merlin Emrys? Wasn’t he almost a god to the Druids? Merlin wasn’t a god. He was Merlin.
Apparently Merlin was not just Merlin, he was Emrys.
Leon and Merlin had a long talk after that, both having to explain the full story to each other (mostly on Merlin’s part)
They both grew very close after some awkward few days of processing what they learned about each other, so much so that people started to suspect they were courting.
Their denies of the accusations were not taken seriously, thinking they were just trying to keep their courtship secret.
Eventually, Arthur found out, who was not happy about two of his best friends courting.
Arthur demanded answers they couldn’t give, especially when Arthur wouldn’t take them just being friends as an answer.
So, as a last resort, they bought into the lie of them courting. Saying that they just realized their feelings over time.
This lie worked for a while, people still asked questions but most of them accepted the fact they wanted to keep their relationship lowkey.
This worked until they actually started to have feelings for each other.
I need to say that it’s truly amazing how easy it is to be a good person when you mind your own business about how people view themselves. Some men use she/her? Fantastic. Somebody uses it/its? Phenomenal. Some people think of themselves as an animal sometimes? You do you bud.
It is so easy to just go with the flow. Do I understand it? Nah. Do I need to, in order to respect them? Nope!
I am currently laying in bed with a fever unable to sleep and Jerejean is haunting my brain...
I can play this lil scene in my head where Jean has been kinda off all day. Flinching away from everyone, hesitant to look anyone in the eyes, nearly shoved Jeremy to the ground because he accidentally snuck up beside him. After they get home Jean goes straight for his room, not bothering to turn on the light, he just hides away behind a mostly closed door. Jeremy notices the crack letting a little light in and takes it as an invitation. 'He cant really want to be alone if he didnt lock us out, maybe I can do something' so Jeremy creaks the door open and Jeans sitting on the floor, back against the bed with his head on his knees.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He doesnt respond "I cant help if I dont know the problem." He stirs a bit at this but doesnt move.
"This. You, the girls, I dont know how much i can handle" Jeremy barely hears him, he doesnt ever actaully open up, not fully. The panic sets in because Jeremy cannot mess up this opportunity, hes letting him help. But he doesnt understand what he means, so he walks over and sits across from him.
"What did we do wrong, so we can fix it. The last thing we want is to hurt you"
"Thats it, you haven't. I keep waiting for the other foot to drop, for someone to snap. I am Jean Moreau, I have never had...this. Kindness, the feeling of being..."
"Loved. Jean you are loved. By me, by Cat and Laila and Kevin. The pretty girl in the picture and I'm sure so many more. I know that must be terrifying given what you have endured, but that doesn't mean its bad. We will teach you how to be loved." Jeremy reaches out to him, gently making him look up. "You are going to be okay. Maybe not now, but one day" Jean looks up at him with tear filled eyes, so close to breaking. Unable to think of any other proof he could give him, he gives him a soft kiss on top of his head. Jeremy doesnt miss the jagged breath Jean takes and for a moment he thinks he messed up, but in the quietest voice hes ever heard from him, Jean asks "again?" So he does, he kisses his forehead, then his temple, his cheek, the other cheek, then he pulls his hands up and litters kisses over the scars on his knuckles.
"You are Jean Moreau" another kiss to his left hand "and you do not have to be scared." He leans forward and kisses his nose, "You are my Partner," the scar on his eyebrow, "you are Cat and Laila's roommate," The tears fall, "you are not a raven," he kisses those away, "and you are not what they did to you." Holding his face in his hands Jeremy makes him look him in the eye, "You are Jean Moreau and you deserve to be loved." To this, he lets it all out, breaking into a silent sob and he wraps himself around Jeremy, so he pulls him closer, puts a hand in his hair and whispers "I got you" over and over until he falls asleep.
I don't even know of this would be in character, I am not lying when I say I am delusionally sick, but I really hope we get another, more in depth moment of Jeremy conforming Jean (or vice versa 👀) 19 was a rough age for me and I didnt go through a quarter of the truama he did, he honestly needs so many more hugs.
My dad didn't raise my standards, chuuya mcfucking nakahara did. LOOK AT HIM HES PERFECT. HES THE REASON I DONT FIND GUYS AROUND ME ATTRACTIVE ANYMORE AHHSHFJRJFIF
Hes like literally the most perfect man ever
Hi what's up I'm gonna talk about something irrelevant that pissed me off
So I'm really into those like whimsy aesthetics right? Like whimsy twee, whimsy goth, I eat it up.
And I keep getting videos/posts on my fyps that are like "ways to make your life more whimsical 🤞" or like "how to act more quirky ☺️"
And HALF THE TIME all the things they list are either like horribly inconvenient or would genuinely give me a panic attack
Like I see shit like "when you stutter, pretend to wind yourself back up with a key!!" And it's like okay, I'm already dangerously close to falling into the manic pixie dream girl stereotype, THIS WOULD NOT HELP MY CAUSE.
And also not to sound like I'm calling everyone who's using these like posers or smth but I feel like if you're forcing yourself to do these things (cause let's face it half of these are ridiculously fake to do naturally) it's no different than if your where doing stuff to fit in. Like it's just a chore you do to appear 'silly' and that sucks balls.
Also as someone who, as a child, had alot of anxiety induced 'rituals' I forced myself to do (I.e "if I don't check all these doors Twenty times before bed I'll die a horrible death") tons of these quirky habits these people are proposing would absolutely make me fall back into alot of those habits (like "oh if I don't say hi to this mailbox it'll feel left put and I'll bad luck forever)
So yeah I think ppl should start being more realistic with their whimsyness okay bye 💞