#dramatic post

Spewart: ! "Yes, Sunshine...?"

Roy: "I, um..."

...

Roy: "Dude!!! Get over here!!"

Spewart: "I-... I'm not going in there."

Roy: "Well just look! There's, like, blood or something on the ground! It's all crusty and dried-up-looking, but I'm pretty sure it's blood!"

Spewart: "Ummmm, you should probably-"

Roy: "I wonder if it's from, like, one of those scenes in a mob movie where the boss takes a guy who owes him money out back and shoots him n' just leaves him there to bleed out! Or something like that! This is crazy!!! I wonder how long it's been sitting here! Maybe we just accidentally discovered a crime scene??"

Spewart: "Uh, well, if we did, I don't think we'd want to be associated with the crime, so we better get outta here!"

Roy: "I just left a whole puddle of DNA next to the crime scene—I think it's a bit late for that."

Spewart: *Panicked squeak*

Roy: "We should call the cops or something!"

Spewart: "Why?? Are you a snitch?"

Roy: ? "Who am I snitching on?"

(last two episodes excluded cause I haven't seen them yet)

Arthur can barely keep his head above water: he is king, without his father to direct him, burdened by responsibilities and easily manipulated. It’s because Uther was a lousy father that Arthur is like this: insecure, with low self-esteem, afraid of following his instincts. When Uther told him he was his king before his father, when he showed no understanding for Arthur’s judgement, when he didn’t show him his love or approval because everything was due to him, that’s when Arthur became an easy pray for Agravaine. 

Arthur can barely keep his head above water, only his friends and Guinevere give him air. But Gwen betrays him and that’s the final drop after which not even his "old friend", Merlin, can reach him anymore. Merlin’s words used to be listened to, now they’re received with anger or silence. They were somehow equal, now Merlin is reminded he is in the presence of the king. For the first time Merlin is fed up with Arthur. Many times he’s wanted to leave everything behind and run, but in Camelot there was Arthur. Arthur is now behind a wall of formality and silence. 

Why is it when you find this absolute dream of a position in bed while doom scrolling, I mean the pillow is perfect, nothing hurts, no awkward arm placement cause you don't know what else to do with it...

Then your damn bladder does what bladders do. You know you better just get your ass and go answer nature's call, so you do the only thing any half reasonable adult can do... You go pee.

After you do you are unjustly rewarded with never finding the same position again in your life. You can toss and turn. You can flip, rearrange 100 times, even take out your frustrations on them with a few punches up the pillows that had mere moments ago cradled your weary head and body.

You obviously know you'll never be that comfortable again for the rest of your miserable existence... It has all been in vain so you resign to just your fate.