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Now, I visit my tumblr about four times per día for supplies and amusing convos with a few people I rather like a great deal, but something came up on my dash that pissed me off to no end. No, this is not a point for jokes and laughter this crossed the line.

I am not a prude. I am so far from a prude tu could not imagine, but there has to be a freaking line where the humour stops and tu realize tu are dealing with human beings.

Don't encroach!

As it is the ARWEN spot, I thought I could talk about my pissitude here. Again, I will take this down if anyone doesn't get where I am going here from this simple shot and begin making 'huurrrr hurrr comentarios and snickering behind their hands' like a pubescent teen unfamiliar with human biology. I don't care if it is imaginings o not.

IT IS NOT APPROPRIATE.

Act your age, not your shoe size ladies. mostrar a little class.

Why are people so juvenile? It is one thing to crack jokes but stop making it so beyond personal.

tu think this shit doesn't get back to the actors in question? How do tu think it makes them feel as people? They are just people. I don't care how much tu may o may not be infatuated with them, tu have no right as a sentient human being to put shit up like this and think there are no reprecussions. Have some grace.

THIS IS NOT FUNNY!

I've seen some stuff on tumblr that makes me cringe cause no one seems to know where the line is.

Please stop it. It is rude and very dehumanizing. OH and be warned. I really, really will get hateful if this becomes a point for laughter.
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So this is new fan-fiction I'm trying out for size! Takes place past Season 5, though I've tweeked a few things... they've never announced Arthur's death (he never died, but still missing along with Merlin). Here's Part 1(I know it's short. Just wanted to introduce it) Enjoy, ladies!



It’s been a mes and Gwen is still insistent on finding Arthur. día por día she sends patrols of men to find her husband. Her king. The sun looms further down over Camelot and she just sits alone in her chambers thinking to herself, holding the royal sello in her hand. Her whole being is numb; it has been ever...
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posted by kbrand5333
Part 4: link


Queen Guinevere,
    I humbly beg your forgiveness for the tardiness of my condolences. I know it has been many months now since your beloved king has passed, and I apologize for not corresponding sooner. Many of Lady Morgana’s Saxons had fled into my kingdom, unfortunately, and I had a bit of a mess of my own to deal with.
    That being said, I know the struggle of ruling a kingdom as a widow queen. I should very much like to pay tu a visit in the near future and offer my condolences personally. As allies, we should remember to support...
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posted by kbrand5333
Part 3: link


    “And, finally, we have six men wishing to petition for knighthood,” Leon finishes his report, standing and addressing the round table.
    “Worthy candidates?” Gwen asks, looking up at him.
    “I believe so, my lady,” Leon says, lifting a different parchment and looking at it. “Lord Clifton’s son Devon, Lord Ackerly’s son Lander, Lord Ulmer’s son Hyde, and then Judson the baker’s son, Oakley, who’s mother is, oddly enough, Lord Ackerly’s maid – apparently his father has passed…”
    “Yes,...
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posted by kbrand5333
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    “That is my decision,” Guinevere states, looking out over the council. There are murmurs of dissent, anger, and disbelief, but she waits patiently until they all die down.
    “My lady, are tu certain this is wise?” Lord Chadwick finally speaks up. “After all, magic is what was responsible for the king’s death.”
    Gwen rises from her asiento and the council members note for the first time that she does not appear as slender as she normally does and that her dress is más flowing around her middle then is...
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posted by sportyshuie
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    Merlin struggled with Arthur’s weight but his determination to get the king to the shores of Avalon was más pressing than his concern of the burden. Almost dragging the king now, Merlin reaches the barco that will take Arthur to Avalon.

    “What are tu doing, young warlock?” Kilgarrah asks, looking at Merlin interestedly.

    “I’m taking Arthur to Avalon, to cure him,” Merlin says amid his struggle. He lays Arthur on the ground and pulls the barco closer.

    “But it is not his time, Merlin.”...
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posted by kbrand5333
Part 13: link


    The royal couple makes their way to the balcony overlooking the courtyard, where the citizens of Camelot have gathered to greet their sovereigns.
    “Are tu all right?” Arthur asks the quiet Guinevere.
    “Yes. No. I don’t know,” she answers. “Honestly I’m más nervous for Merlin.”
    “I’ll be fine, Gwen,” Merlin says from behind them, and they turn to see him standing there in his new robes. They are deep midnight blue with silver accents at the cuffs and neck. He is carrying...
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posted by kbrand5333
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    “Where are we, anyway?” Gwen asks, shifting uncomfortably on her saddle. They had been riding for two hours already, and the anterior night’s activities are disagreeing with her current mode of transportation.
    “Cornwall. King Marke’s kingdom,” Arthur says, glancing over at her. “Are tu all right, Love?”
    “I could use a break, actually,” she says, blushing slightly. Arthur looks a little puzzled, but if his wife wants a break, then a break she shall have.
    “All right....
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posted by kbrand5333
EllaRose88 gave me the prompt "Truth o Dare." Was up too late (again) last night exorcising this from my head.

    Ding.
    The doors to the lift open late on a Friday, and he steps in, smiling bashfully at the one young lady with which he always hopes to share the small el espacio of the elevator.
    “Evening,” he says quietly.
    “Evening,” she respuestas back, looking shyly down at her shoes.
    God, she looks so cute tonight.
    He’s wearing that cologne again.
    Ding....
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