arthur comes back

classic lit authors on ao3
  • Jane Austen: The slowburn writer to end all slowburn writers. Has a mild case of purple prose syndrome. Sets you up to think she's using a really lame trope or cliche, but then pulls the old BITCH U THOUGHT. Gets in fights with commenters who completely miss the point of her work.
  • William Shakespeare: Where dick jokes meet feels. Recycles old plots that have been in the fandom for years, but always manages to put a new spin on it. That said, he's better known for good character writing than good plots. Kind of problematic, but people love him anyway. Laughs at and encourages commenters who completely miss the point of his work.
  • The Brontë Sisters: Their fics get lots of comments but they never reply. They never leave author notes, either. They share an account, and there are talks of a collab fic coming soon. Write fics for OTPs of questionable healthiness and consent. Only ever write darkfic. Like, REALLY dark. ...People are getting kind of worried about them.
  • Edgar Allan Poe: Also only ever writes darkfic, but at this point, people have moved past being worried about him and have just accepted that he's weird, he's morbid, and we love him. Channels his feelings about his ex into his writing. It results in really good stories but everyone's sort of like, "...Dude."
  • Charles Dickens: Trying to set the record for highest wordcount on ao3, and it shows.
  • Victor Hugo: Currently holds the record for highest wordcount on ao3.
  • Oscar Wilde: Only ever writes M/M. Has a BAD case of purple prose, but it's worth it if you manage to get through. His stories are either hilarious or soul-crushing. Or somehow both. People love him but know better than to disagree with him publicly, lest he destroy you with one of his infamous subtweets.
  • L. Frank Baum: Wrote one really well-loved story that's among the most famous in the fandom, and it's literally all he's known for, and it pisses him off. His popular story became a multichap against his will because it's the only one of his stories anyone actually reads. He keeps trying to end it so he can work on other things, but always ends up coming back.
  • Arthur Conan Doyle: Feels L. Frank Baum's pain. SO much.
  • James Joyce: Has fascinating ideas, but takes forEVER to get to the point in his stories. Also a stoner, and it shows.
  • Lousia May Alcott: Writes stories for her unpopular OTP (that's a NOTP for most of the fandom) and breaks up everyone's favorite ships, mainly out of spite. Also kills everyone's favorite characters, less so out of spite.
  • Mary Shelley: Writes incredible stories, but publishes under her boyfriend's account because she's banned from ao3. ...Again.
  • The Doctor: *regenerates*
  • Sherlock: *dies and comes back*
  • Sam Winchester: *dies and comes back*
  • Dean Winchester: *dies a lot and come back*
  • Castiel: *dies and comes back*
  • Loki: *dies and comes back*
  • Harry Potter: *dies and comes back*
  • Charles Xavier: *dies and comes back*
  • Buffy: *dies and comes back*
  • Arthur:
  • Merlin: …Arthur?
  • Arthur: *loading please wait*

It’s all me! / (more)

  • Arthur: GO AWAY, MERLIN
  • Merlin: *leaves*
  • Arthur: Merlin?
  • Arthur: MERlin?
  • Arthur: MERLIN?!
  • Arthur: *searches castle*
  • Arthur: MERLIN?!?!
  • Arthur: *searches Camelot*
  • Arthur: MERLIN?!?!?!
  • Arthur: *searches all 5 kingdoms*
  • Arthur: MERLIN?!?!?!?!?!?!
  • Arthur: *discovers New World, doesn't find Merlin, leaves, doesn't make note of discovery due to Clotpole-ishness*
  • Arthur: MERLIN?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
  • Arthur: *creates spaceship and travels universe to search for Merlin*
  • Arthur: MERLIN?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Come back, come back, dear friend, only friend, come back. I promise to be good. If I was short with you, I was either kidding or just being stubborn. I regret all this more than I can express. Come back and all is forgotten. It is unbearable to think you took my joke seriously. I have been crying for two days straight. Come back. Be brave, dear friend. All is not lost. You only need to come back. We will live here once again, bravely, patiently. I’m begging you. You know it is for your own good. Yes, I was in the wrong. Oh, you won’t forget me, will you? No, you can’t forget me. As for me, I still have you, here. Come back, all of your things are here. I hope you now know that our last conversation wasn’t real. That awful moment. But you, when I waved to you to get off the boat, why didn’t you come? To have lived together for two years and to have come to that! What will you do? If you don’t want to come back, would you want me to come to you? One single true word: it is, come back. I want to be with you, I love you.
—  Arthur Rimbaud, from a letter to Verlaine
Drabble #314

VI: characters plan a party

“He flies out on the 26th,” said Douglas, “Ready to start on the second. So we could do… the 25th?”

“Hang on, who’s he flying out with?” Arthur asked.

Silence fell, briefly.

“I assumed it would be the OJS inaugural flight,” Carolyn said. “Was I alone in that?”

Her eyes were threatening, daring them to suggest she might be the most sentimental of the four of them.

“Someone should probably tell him that’s what’s happening,” said Herc.

“But meanwhile,” Douglas continued, “That’s perfect, Arthur. We throw the party on GERTI, the morning he leaves - he won’t suspect a thing.”

dangerscully  asked:

Prompt, if the feeling takes you... road trip, car breaks down, somehow the conversation turns to death. As fluffy (it's possible!) or as angsty as you like, and about whoever's death you feel like.

Leaving or Waiting

Season 5 - Post Chinga || MSR || PG || tw: death

They’re too far back to hear the crunch of folding metal, too far away to help in any way other than by pulling half on to the central reservation to let the fire crew and the ambulance through. They’re too far away to know what has happened, but too close to escape and as the traffic builds behind them, ranks of cars leaning in to find out the ending, Mulder tunes the radio to a local news station.

They don’t talk, not even as people start to get out of the vehicles around them and turn to each other to try and comprehend the tragedy that has brought them together. Mulder methodically shells sunflower seeds into the cup holder and Scully stares straight ahead, the blankness of her expression masking her thoughts which dance from darkness to mundanity in the stillness.

Minutes pass and their car is an island of calm in a sea of people; they perfected the art of comfortable silences on a rural highway in New Jersey, back when chasing the Jersey Devil was the closest they’d gotten to running for their lives. Today though there’s a distortion to it, a sense that they are waiting for something significant to happen before they will speak, though neither of them had planned to say anything of importance when they’d got into the car.

It happens thirteen minutes after the traffic stops.

“It is with great sadness that we at KATC Radio must inform you that the driver and the passenger of the overturned car on route twelve have both been pronounced dead at the scene. The crash appears to have been accidental, most likely due to loss of control and there are no other casualties. Police have told us that the victims were an elderly couple, known in the local community, their loved ones have been informed. We’d like to express our deepest sympathy to all affected and will bring you regular updates on the efforts to clear the road for traf-’

Mulder slaps the radio off hard enough that the plastic cracks.

‘Because the state of the road is clearly the important thing here.’

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my bellarke playlist is finally at 50 songs, so I thought I’d share! Listenable on spotify; Playlist Name ‘Bellarke’, user: pundragon17

  • Knocking On Heaven’s Door - RAIGN
  • Can’t Pretend - Tom Odell 
  • Light - Sleeping At Last 
  • Couldn’t Stop Caring - The Spiritual MAchines 
  • Young God - Halsey 
  • You - Keaton Henson 
  • Rubik’s Cube - Athlete 
  • Where’s My Love - Syml 
  • Home - Gabrielle Aplin 
  • The Power of Love - Gabrielle Aplin 
  • Mess is Mine - Vance Joy 
  • Gone - The Head and the Heart 
  • Awake My Soul - Mumford and Sons 
  • Heartbeats - Jose Gonzalez 
  • Beautiful Tragedy - Mike Dignam 
  • Live Like We’re Lost - Mike Dignam 
  • Bumper Cars - Alex & Sierra 
  • Run to You - Pentatonix 
  • Standing By - Pentatonix 
  • Fucked Up - Young Rising Sons 
  • All of Me - John Legned 
  • Can You Hold Me - NF, Britt Nicole 
  • Tell Me It’s Okay - gnash 
  • i hate u, i love u - gnash, Olivia O’Brien 
  • Armor - Landon Austin 
  • War of Hearts - Ruelle 
  • Pieces - Red 
  • Lost in the Moment - NF, Jonathan Thulin 
  • 5AM - Amber Run 
  • Into the Light - Rupert Pope, Giles Palmer 
  • There’s a Ghost - Fleurie 
  • Sad Song - We The Kings, Elena Coats 
  • Art of War - We The Kings 
  • The Devil’s Tears- Angus & Julia Stone 
  • Surrender - Natalie Taylor 
  • Stand By You - Rachel Platten 
  • I Have and I Always Will - Dave Barnes 
  • The Runner and the Lover - Former Vandal, Shelby Merry 
  • Impossible - James Arthur 
  • The Call - Regina Spektor 
  • Little Do You Know - Alex & Sierra 
  • Heroes - Mans Zelmerlow 
  • Here With Me - Susie Suh, Robot Koch 
  • Say You Won’t Let Go - James Arthur 
  • Everything Comes Back to You - Jensen House 
  • Looking Too Closely - Fink 
  • Tell Her You Love Her - Echosmith 
  • Waves - Acoustic - Dean Lewis 
  • You Will Find Me - Alex & Sierra 
  • Someone To Stay - Vancouver Sleep Clinic 
Family IV - Alfie Solomons

Family i | ii | iii | iv | v | vi | vii | viii - Alfie Solomons

You heard about it from a baker who worked part time for your brothers. He heard about it from Arthur himself. Alfie had invited Arthur and Billy for Passover. Now Arthur was back in Birmingham healing and Billy’s wife was having a funeral for her husband. You tried not to get involved with Alfie’s business. It didn’t usually matter to you because it didn’t usually effect you. But Arthur was family and you knew Billy’s family. He had children and you’d heard from Tommy that he had one on the way. You packed your bags that night and prepared for the train ride home.  

Alfie had not been getting on with Tommy. You had heard of the issues within their working relationship. You and Alfie had just figured yourselves out again though and you didn’t want to get stuck choosing sides. So you kept yourself out of the bakery and the business, you only saw Alfie at the end of the day, and neither of you spoke to the other about your family. You managed to convince yourself that was normal; that there was no strain on your relationship.

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Okay, so I finished watching Merlin. Can someone tell me whAT THE HELL WAS THIS????? I don’t understand. Arthur died? Will he come back? Merlin went to the future? Why didn’t they kiss when Arthur said “just… hold me” moments before he died? What’s with the hand in the lake? Will Gwen have children? What about Percival and Gwaine? They were absolute boyfriends right? WHAT IS GOING ON??????


Found old copies of Calvin & Hobbes and couldn’t unsee the parallel. Because you know it’s true. Bill Watterson <3.

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