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merlin + his strengths
bamf merthur week | day 1: bamf!merlin without magic
the song of achilles // bbc merlin 3.13 // bbc merlin 1.01 // circe // bbc merlin 3.08 // bbc merlin 1.01 // bbc merlin 5.12 // bbc merlin 4.06 (deleted scene script) // harry potter // bbc merlin 5.08 // bbc merlin 2.09 // bbc merlin 5.08 // doctor who 10.12 // bbc merlin 1.08 // bbc merlin 2.03 // @/poemsforpersephone, this post // this reddit post // bbc merlin 3.08
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tentativelyteal · 5 days
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Now I'm laying down to perish
And God knows where I'll go.
Now I'm laying down to perish--
I just wanted you to know.
I wanted you to know.
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tentativelyteal · 14 days
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'Hey, come on, that's enough. You've had your fun, my friend.' 'Do I know you?' / 'I don't want you to change. I want you...to always...be you.'
{a merlin playlist ⭒ that follows the narrative ⭒ all the way to its (bitter) end ⭒ (and hopefully beyond)}
His crown lit up the way as we moved slowly / 'Cause you're my king and I'm your lionheart
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tentativelyteal · 15 days
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'Hey, come on, that's enough. You've had your fun, my friend.' 'Do I know you?' / 'I don't want you to change. I want you...to always...be you.'
{a merlin playlist ⭒ that follows the narrative ⭒ all the way to its (bitter) end ⭒ (and hopefully beyond)}
His crown lit up the way as we moved slowly / 'Cause you're my king and I'm your lionheart
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WHAT COULD’VE BEEN... 11 years after “The Diamond of the Day” (24.12.2012) Merlin returns (in/sp.)
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my moon and stars 💫
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ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE by danlin zhang
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source {x}
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R - Coronation outfit
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Quietly sliding back into my merlin fixation
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tentativelyteal · 2 months
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Happy International Women's Day 💗🌷
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tentativelyteal · 2 months
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Eurydice
by Carol Ann Duffy
Girls, I was dead and down in the Underworld, a shade, a shadow of my former self, nowhen. It was a place where language stopped, a black full stop, a black hole Where the words had to come to an end. And end they did there, last words, famous or not. It suited me down to the ground.
So imagine me there, unavailable, out of this world, then picture my face in that place of Eternal Repose, in the one place you’d think a girl would be safe from the kind of a man who follows her round writing poems, hovers about while she reads them, calls her His Muse, and once sulked for a night and a day because she remarked on his weakness for abstract nouns. Just picture my face when I heard -- Ye Gods -- a familiar knock-knock at Death’s door.
Him. Big O. Larger than life. With his lyre and a poem to pitch, with me as the prize.
Things were different back then. For the men, verse-wise, Big O was the boy. Legendary. The blurb on the back of his books claimed that animals, aardvark to zebra, flocked to his side when he sang, fish leapt in their shoals at the sound of his voice, even the mute, sullen stones at his feet wept wee, silver tears.
Bollocks. (I’d done all the typing myself, I should know.) And given my time all over again, rest assured that I’d rather speak for myself than be Dearest, Beloved, Dark Lady, White Goddess etc., etc.
In fact girls, I’d rather be dead.
But the Gods are like publishers, usually male, and what you doubtless know of my tale is the deal.
Orpheus strutted his stuff.
The bloodless ghosts were in tears. Sisyphus sat on his rock for the first time in years. Tantalus was permitted a couple of beers. The woman in question could scarcely believe her ears.
Like it or not, I must follow him back to our life -- Eurydice, Orpheus’ wife -- to be trapped in his images, metaphors, similes, octaves and sextets, quatrains and couplets, elegies, limericks, villanelles, histories, myths…
He’d been told that he mustn’t look back or turn round, but walk steadily upwards, myself right behind him, out of the Underworld into the upper air that for me was the past. He’d been warned that one look would lose me for ever and ever.
So we walked, we walked. Nobody talked.
Girls, forget what you’ve read. It happened like this -- I did everything in my power to make him look back. What did I have to do, I said, to make him see we were through? I was dead. Deceased. I was Resting in Peace. Passé. Late. Past my sell-by date… I stretched out my hand to touch him once on the back of the neck. Please let me stay. But already the light had saddened from purple to grey.
It was an uphill schlep from death to life and with every step I willed him to turn. I was thinking of filching the poem out of his cloak, when inspiration finally struck. I stopped, thrilled. He was a yard in front. My voice shook when I spoke -- Orpheus, your poem’s a masterpiece. I’d love to hear it again…
He was smiling modestly, when he turned, when he turned and he looked at me.
What else? I noticed he hadn’t shaved. I waved once and was gone.
The dead are so talented. The living walk by the edge of a vast lake near, the wise, drowned silence of the dead.
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tentativelyteal · 2 months
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Merlin, Kilgharrah The Great Dragon, and Arthur Pendragon - Art by Alice Blake
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Józef Szermentowski Morning Star
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Every king eventually brings out their own money. The Pendragon crest is naturally on one side, but the King's face normally goes on the other.
And Arthur does that, or intends to. But when he talks to the guy who is meant to get his profile, Arthur can't help but ask what kind of other symbols he could use. At first, he asks if he could put other people on it, then he figures that it would probably be too controversial if he put a face on the coin that isn't his own.
Then he asks if it could be a bird, like his mother's sigil. Originally, he wants to honor her, but then Merlin walks in to gather his clothes and it suddenly strikes him that Merlin has done so much for him, and never gotten any reward.
And Arthur doesn't mean his servant work, Merlin is rubbish at that. But what about his council? His advice? The fact that Merlin always speaks his mind, yet always has Arthur's and Camelot's best interest at heart. The fact that Merlin always goes out of his way to fight alongside Arthur, despite not being a knight.
In an emotional outburst, (after Merlin left again) Arthur orders the coin guy to make the other side of his coin a Merlin.
Right after that, he realizes what he's done and drowns his embarrassment in wine.
A couple weeks later, the money is created and put out into the kingdom. And everyone immediately connects the dots. The symbol is only on the golden one.
The day Merlin finds out is a normal day at first. Only that everyone is staring holes into his head and whispers about him. Merlin has been send to get Arthur's new shirts and hands the tailor a golden coin. He hands it to him, then stops and stares at the crest.
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Merlin: Arthur???? What the fuck is this?
Arthur: *sweats* your salary?
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