I’m off for my SEVENTH watch tonight. For reasons….

ourpsychommunity:

Why are people still making a big deal about Benedict Cumberbatch “whitewashing” the character of Khan/John Harrison/whoever the fuck? It’s May of 2013, the movie’s already been released internationally, it’s coming to US theatres this Thursday, WHY IS THIS STILL AN ISSUE?

Sure, Khan was a great…

I am marrying this whole post. 

To everyone claiming that Ricardo Montalban was a POC actor: 

HE WAS MEXICAN! Fuck, he wasn’t even that tanned. 

Sorry but I’m massively pissed off at all those comments bitching about how Khan should have been dark skinned. Benedict Cumberbatch did a BRILLIANT JOB, I don’t care what colour his skin is, he could have looked like a freaking rainbow and I would have approved of his casting for Khan. 

True story: 

after WEEKS away from the Merlin/Merthur tag (for therapeutic reasons), it only took 5.6 seconds for me to end up like this:

This confirms what I already knew: I will NEVER get over Merlin’s finale.

NEVER.

I think we should give up. We are never going to get over the series finale. We will have to accept that this five-year journey ended in such a dramatic way that we’ve been scarred forever. It’s so bad that some of us are turning to Supernatural, Sherlock, Vampire Diaries and other series that previously were known to destroy our feels on a weekly basis and that now provide the comfort of a warm blanket and a nice cup of tea. 

We will have to accept that Merlin, after being through hell and back so many times that it would make Sam Winchester look like a newbie, after accepting for years to be nothing but a shadow when he was the most powerful man alive, he lost everything the worst possible way and has now been condemned to wait for a literal eternity till the world needs Arthur again.

He’s seen terrible wars, pests and famines hit the British Isles in the hundreds of years waiting for his Arthur to return, hoping that each of those disasters would be the one which would make Arthur raise once more only to see that hope crushed every single time; meanwhile he’s seen everyone he ever cared about die, he has lived one lifetime after another dealing with so much grief a lesser man would have gone insane and yet, he patiently waits. For his King, his Friend, his Everything.

And this knowledge is what’s killing us slowly. And what has rendered us virtually numb to anything else because, let’s face it, nothing will ever hurt us as much as watching Merlin lose Arthur. And we all know that.

So we have to accept it, and not move on, because we can’t. 

We’ll just wait along with Merlin until King Arthur raises again.

At least, this way, we can be sure Merlin isn’t so desperately alone.

He’s got us.

Love,

Sally.

Seriously though, where is Mr James at the moment?