Merlin's eyes darted toward the rainbow that was now arching over the door to his room. It wasn't an easy thing to explain how a meteorological phenomenon came to grace the inside of one's home, and he was certain that Arthur would report the strange sight to his father.

Uther hated rainbows.

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Since I cannot drive back to campus, it's time to share with you all the crazy gifs I've found on teh interwebz and/or made out of boredom.

First, here's my new Merlin!kitty gif I just finished:

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Merlin slammed the book shut and wrinkled his nose in disappointment. It was useless. There were no spells for ridding his life of bothersome, self-important princes with tedious agendas for their considerably less self-important servants.

The day had already been a long one, with Merlin racing from one end of the castle to the other on errands for ( Read more... )

"Lestrade, stop chewing on the tree. It's disgusting."

"Shurrf ufff Shherrloofff."

John inched down the trunk and swung down onto the branch. "He's trying to crawl up, Sherlock. No thanks to you."

"That's not true. I've got his coattails."

"He's just hanging there!"

"I told him to stop bouncing on my branch. I really should just drop him, the ( Read more... )

So it's time for crossover macros: Monty Python and the Holy Grail / 1776.

YEP. I've lost it. And cross-posted it to mah Tumblr.


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"Sherlock, this is a car."

"I know what a car is, John."

"And this is a lonely stretch of country road."

"I can see that, John."

"And this is the device that will save my life."

"A giant pillow strapped to your chest?"

"Precisely."

"Your confidence in my driving skills is positively heartwarming."

"As long as it doesn't kill me in the process."

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"Anderson, what the hell is that?"

Lestrade stood at the top of the stairs, loudly tapping his foot to nicely emphasize his impatience with the situation. He continued tapping, that is, until he was knocked over by the dynamic John and Sherlock duo, who had consequently decided to burst in upon the scene at the very same moment.

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"Ah, good afternoon. Mrs. Hudson, is it?"

The landlady peered around the side of the door and looked the visitor up and down. "Yes, what can I do for you, Mr…?"

The man at the door sniffed pretentiously, and swung his umbrella in an equally, if not elegantly, pretentious manner.

"Sherlock sent me-"

"Heavens, they're only for my hip!"

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