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You’re telling me there wasn’t one instance of a child accidentally witnessing Merlin use magic and Merlin desperately bribing them with candy to shut the kid up as they blabbered on about how awesome Merlin’s lightning bolts were? That a toddler who hadn’t formed social skills yet absolutely obliterating the prince? Or that there were no kids gathered around the stocks to hear Merlin tell stories and thus obtaining a small army of little humans who were willing to die on command? That there wasn’t a little girl out there always trying to follow the knights on expeditions that they had to tiredly return to her mother every time? That some orphan child didn’t trick Elyan into adopting them? Or roping Gwaine into games instead of training? Or follow Lancelot around because “I want to be a knight like you when I grow up”. Or Leon freaking out because he told this little boy he couldn’t hold his sword and now he won’t stop crying and how do you make him stop crying?!?! YOU DENY ME SCENES OF HUGE PERCIVAL GETTING SUCKED INTO TEA PARTIES?!?!

Of course, I’m sure Uther’s rule has stamped out a lot of childish joy and made them afraid of anything remotely magical, but there’s gotta be some kids born after Arthur took over as regent that are able to take up the mantle.

Galas are one of the most boring things on earth to Clint. He can barely keep his eyes propped open to even seem mildly interested in whatever this richy, rich white guy was talking about. Some fifteenth yacht he owns or something. He can barely even afford to look interested and this is even with all the free booze Tony had offered to bribe him to come.

He’s never been more glad when the man excuses himself, mentioning about knowing the man in the corner from France or some shit. 

Despite how he wants to make a bee-line for an exit, Clint finds the next best thing and that’s Natasha dressed in red, leaning against a pillar on the wall with a martini glass in hand. Since when did she drink martinis? His eyes fall to the man she’s talking to. A dumpy sort of dude whose shorter than her. Right. That’s why.

Heaving himself off of the couch and snagging some fancy smelling champagne from a passing staff, Clint saunters up beside Natasha and wraps his arm around her waist. She doesn’t even jump as he takes her glass and replaces it with the one in his hand.

The little dumpy man looks almost offended like he’s decided to consume a whole lemon sort of offended. 

“Clint Barton.” Clint’s hand sticks out for the man to shake and doesn’t miss how he ignores it. It just makes him grin. 

“I thought you said you vere alone?” The man has an accent, Clint can’t place it right off. His eyes are still on Natasha.

“No,” Natasha replies cooly, sipping on the champagne. Her lipstick doesn’t even leave a smudge behind. “I said I was standing here alone. You misunderstood me.”

“Then whose this?” His head cocks at Clint and it reminds the blonde of a parakeet, trying to understand what in the hell was put in front of him. “I wasn’t aware the great Natasha Romanoff was dating.”

“Is that on the dark web somewhere?” Clint muses, looking at Natasha with a shit-eating grin. “People gambling over your dating life.”

Natasha just smiles at him. “Possibly. It wouldn’t be the first. Now, excuse me.”

Before the man could rush off another word, Natasha is sweeping him away. They barely get two yards away, a designation for the bar before another man is in front of them. He’s taller than the other one, skinnier. There’s something Clint doesn’t like about him and it causing a warning bell to go off in his head.

“Ah - Mr. Barton, Miss Romanoff, I-”

That’s where Clint knew him from. He knew that voice anywhere.

"No. Buddy, just stop,” Clint sighed, rolling his eyes. He detached himself from Natasha’s side. “I know you. I don’t like you. I don’t like people who put my friends in danger with their idiotic opinions about us. You almost got Sam killed because of your ‘scandalous’ photos of him and Steve at the baseball game last week.”

He turned to look at Natasha while the man struggles to find something to say. “Meet freelance author Lance Cook. He’s the one doing the articles on the Avengers and speculating their love lives. His one last week about how Steve and Sam, comparing them to -”

Clint frowns when Natasha raises her pinkie finger to cut him off. “I know,” she said calmly. “Why do you think Tony has so many reporters here? He wants to put an end to this obsession. Sam is doing just fine, thank you.” Her eyes are daggers as she glares at Cook before taking Clint’s hand and dragging him towards the raised platform. 

“I think I only need to say this once,” Natasha spoke, in a tone that called attention to the entire room. She didn’t raise her voice. Her eyes dead on Cook the entire time. 

Clint jumps when he hears Sam and Steve’s laughing, watching them come in from the balcony. They don’t even look surprised to see Natasha talking to the room.

“This is my boyfriend, Clint.” She raises his hand, causing Clint to flush a soft shade of pink. “Our boyfriend Steve, Steve’s boyfriend Sam, and refusing to come inside because he’s nursing a handover, is our boyfriend Bucky. Now, I think that’ll put an end to those little topics, hm?”

Clint is still confused as he’s dragged off of the platform and whisked towards the bar. All he can do is stare at Natasha as Sam laughs, his free arm that’s not in a sling being thrown around Clint’s shoulders.

MERLIN CHALLENGE Day 3: Favourite ship/OTP (Arthur x Merlin)

Some men are born to plow fields, some live to be great physicians, others to be great kings. Me… I was born to serve you, Arthur. And I’m proud of that. And I wouldn’t change a thing.

This is kinda something I can picture him doing though. I’d imagine there was a big reveal of some sort - like, the knights found out or something - and his mind just assumed Arthur was there because the trauma of the whole situation just threw him into the mix. Then, Arthur legalizes magic not that long afterwards so it totally checks out.

Only it’s been years since he’s been able to even THINK about openly doing magic so he’s still going to be wary about doing it in the public. At first, he just uses it for small things. Then, as he grows more comfortable he’ll use it more and more. Obviously the knights don’t say anything, but eventually Arthur just freezes like “....what?”

And GOD BLESS these knights because they are also disasters and THEY HAVE ALSO FORGOTTEN ARTHUR WASNT THERE so they’re just “Yeah, Merlin has magic. Don’t you remember him telling us? Like two months ago? He started crying and Percival choked on that goat cheese?”

Obviously Arthur doesn’t want to be the idiot here so after several minutes he fucking agrees with them.

This man goes to Gaius because “I’m missing memories and I think it’s because I’ve been hitting my head a lot, please help me.” and Gaius (who can now use magical remedies) gives something to Arthur to help him regain those memories.

Only he doesn’t have anything that comes forward (aside from some shit like Merlin talking to dragons). This is concerning so he goes to Merlin and asks him directly about when he told him about his magic. Then Merlin goes “What do you mean? We were traveling to Mercia to sign that treaty and then stopped to get food because you and King Bayard didn’t want to be seen in a taver - wait... You were with Bayard. Oh my... Oh, fuck. You were with Bayard."

Ten minutes of silence later.

“Arthur, I have something to tell you.”

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Merlin Challenge, Day 3: Favourite Ship ⇾ Merthur

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell, I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

and this:

and one of the best ways you can do this, especially if you are not a fan of colour, is to boost the voices of people of colour who are speaking out against this. listen. learn. provide space and treat others with dignity. stop praising creators for being inclusive when they only give crumbs of diversity and fall short of true inclusivity and proper representation. use your platform to elevate voices of colour instead of drowning out the cries, even if your own cries are well intentioned

“I’m the only cast member who had their own unique experience of that franchise based on their race. Let’s just leave it like that. It makes you angry with a process like that. It makes you much more militant; it changes you. Because you realise, ‘I got given this opportunity but I’m in an industry that wasn’t even ready for me.’ Nobody else in the cast had people saying they were going to boycott the movie because [they were in it]. Nobody else had the uproar and death threats sent to their Instagram DMs and social media, saying, ‘Black this and black that and you shouldn’t be a Stormtrooper.’ Nobody else had that experience. But yet people are surprised that I’m this way. That’s my frustration.”

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[Person 1: WALL-E and EVE are both nonbinary.

Person 2: What are you talking about? Keep your... Liberal politics out of my kid’s movie. WALL-E’s a boy and EVE is a girl.

Person 1: But they’re... they’re robots. They don’t have genitals.

Person 2: Yeah but like WALL-E is square and does construction and EVE is like feminine and sexy looking.

Person 1: So, gender is a matter of presentation and expression, not a matter of biology.

Person 2: No! Gender’s just about your genitals.

Person 1: Then, WALL-E’s nonbinary. He doesn’t have genitals.

Person 2: No, WALL-E’s a boy.

Person 1: Then gender is a matter of expression an-

Person 2: No! Gender is just biological!

Person 1: Then WALL-E doesn’t have a gender

Person 2: No! He’s a boy robot!