This group is broken. (requested by imorca)
I think Arthur is tired of your cocky ego, Gwaine
↳:Mojo: After Party
THIS IS SO CUTE IT’S PAINFUL
OWW MY HEART
Hugh Dancy enjoys a casual stroll with his son Cyrus in Toronto on October 5, 2013 (hi-res)
Another day of Mojo.(07/12/13)
Some more photos of Colin.
I do like his hat.
No further editing,no removing of water-print,no repost,please.
DO YOU THINK THIS IS SOME SORT OF FUCKING JOKE?
Okay here’s the story, morning glories – the Lake is farther north in this version, and After It All, Merlin has nothing to do but keep vigil beside it. People come and go, things happen in-between, and eventually Merlin sees the realization of his greatest dream– the assurance that magic will have a future. The founding of Hogwarts gives Merlin a great deal of hope and pride, not to mention makes him all sorts of cutely emotional aw bambi. With renewed optimism and finally a place he can truly consider home, his old (that is to say, young and tighter-butted) self makes a reappearance, until the general masses forget that Merlin the old man and that gangly young fellow with the silly scarf are the same. (He leaves the legacy behind, but that’s okay; being a celebrity is hard- just ask Harry Potter in a few hundred years) In this way the headmasters of Hogwarts inherit Merlin and his duty much in the way that the Muggle prime minister inherits the knowledge of the wizarding world.
He likes very much to take tea with Dumbledore, to talk about dumb things with him (past flames/present flames/currently waterlogged and comatose flames), and to offer him counsel for the not-so-dumb things ‘cause, come on, it is Merlin - it’s in the job description. He likes to help Hagrid with the grounds keeping, and if he was thrilled when the unicorns came back to the Forbidden Forest, he was ecstatic when Norbert came along. He exists as a benign presence on the grounds, watching generations go by. He watches war happen, too, but by now he knows better than to interfere with certain destinies wink wink.
And then early one morning he finds himself overcome with the (admittedly oddly specific) sensation of needing to go save some moistened jackass from the giant squid, and dutifully puts on pants to trudge down to the banks of the lake, where he helps a very disoriented Arthur splash and stumble out of the shallows, becoming rather soggy in the process, but it doesn’t even matter because the manful sobbing has been a long time coming.
And they live happily ever after with lots of kisses and snuggles at hoggy warty Hogwarts and there is no more pain except for all the pain that Harry experiences, sorry bro destiny, can’t help ya there Merls has already done his time. (◡‿◡✿)
Bea and I are committed to this (AU? Headcanon?) it is the gospel truth yes good let me live in delusion plz
I like winters… It means sweaters, scarf, red noses and hot chocolate. Hooray.
So have some winter-Merlin, because he is cute as a button!
endgame otp ;_;
Page 1-6 of Carry Me Home.
definitely definitely want to finish this, but it’ll be some time before i do. page 6 is, as evident, not finished, but i’m posting it anyway.
Doodle Merlin and Arthur….hmm..I think the way to color strange… whatever ,that’s all.
Happy go buy coffee! Bye~ :>