The Future King Indeed

"Arthur is not just a king. He is the Once and Future King. Take heart, for when Albion’s need is greatest, Arthur will rise again."

From the dead. Like a zombie.
At the time of the zombie apocalypse, Arthur will come back to protect his people from being eaten. (The fay could only bring him back this much, they couldn’t actually give him back his life, so they just let him roam outside undead.) Arthur not only cannot tie his shoelaces but now he is dropping rotting flesh and skin all over the floor and Merlin is grumbling all the time. And writing a spell that makes the rotting stop at this stage but then Arthur still stinks so it’s only a little better than before. Merlin refuses to be in a room with him. Pushes him back into the lake but Arthur just comes back wet and smellier. “But Merlin, I need to be dressed for this meeting.” “I can’t kill zombies without being dressed, Merlin” “Pull on jeans, my king, and the rest of you can go half naked” “Pull on a dressing gown and grab your fucking sword, Arthur” “MERLIN I WILL NOT RUN AROUND IN THIS PINK FLUFY THING! Which is kind of… so soft. Huh.” “NO ONE CARES WHAT YOU ARE WEARING, IT’S THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE” and then Arthur’s running around in the fluffy pink dressing gown with Excalibur in his hand. On Traffalgar Square. Shouting “FOR THE LOVE OF CAMELOT!” And everything stinks and people don’t understand what’s with that idiot but he’s effectively destroying zombies so no one really cares what he’s wearing anyway. The reporters only come later “As you can clearly see, the heroic man who helped to cleanse out our city is suffering from the delusion that he is King Arthur. And he’s a zombie too.

(This is the brainchild of dragon-in-a-sheeps-skin and me at our best)

scratch-the-maven:

James “Bucky” Barnes (Winter Soldier) and Steve Rogers (Captain America)

Bucky: Wow. Steve Rogers decides to have fun. It’s not just Christmas…it’s a Christmas miracle.

Steve: Stop. I have fun.

Bucky: When?

Steve: Remember when I punched Hitler? That was fun.

Bucky: Yeah, okay.

tagged → #starbucks #marvel

buckybarnesing:

 TRAILER HEART: MARVEL EDITION | requested by absolutely no one, this is a mix made up of orchestral tunes nabbed straight from the trailers of some of your favorite marvel movies. some you’ll recognize, some you won’t. some are from tv spots or special trailer versions, but all have one thing in common: they’re awesome. listen and enjoy these songs that got you pumped for your favorite movies before they hit the big screen.

* Starts with Iron Man 2 because the first Iron Man movie didn’t use orchestral songs in their trailers. Sadface, I know.

8tracks ] 

tagged → #fanmix #marvel #music
shodeesgallery:

Toothless from How to Train Your Dragon, Gift of the Night Fury
My artwork is also available on society6:http://society6.com/shodee/toothless-is-cute_print#1=45

shodeesgallery:

Toothless from How to Train Your Dragon, Gift of the Night Fury

My artwork is also available on society6:
http://society6.com/shodee/toothless-is-cute_print#1=45

tagged → #fanart #httyd

thatguyinthetardis:

dude, being addicted to fanfiction is so weird. You stay in front of your computer for hours a day reading different versions of those same characters falling in love and fucking again, again, again and again. And yet, we’re looking for more, creating more, making fanarts because, apparently, nothing in the world is more fulfilling than fictional love, the love we cannot have. That’s either inspiring or unsettling. Or both.

tagged → #fanfiction #fandom
tagged → #tattoos
tagged → #shameless

sinyhale:

STEREK GFX GIVEAWAY #18days 14/31 requested by anonymous

Your heart’s a mess. You won’t admit to it. It makes no sense, but I’m desperate to connect. And you, you can’t live like this. You have lost too much love to fear, doubt and distrust (it’s not enough). You just threw away the key to your heart.

Gotye - Hearts a Mess
tagged → #sterek #teen wolf
bleep0bleep:

allhalethekings:


I live for this turtleneck okay?

Sterek AU: In an effort to buy his dad some warmer clothes for the Winter for his one-week trip to Canada where he’ll be attending an international conference on policing with supernatural creatures, Stiles finds the perfect turtlenecks on an online website. The only thing even more perfect than the turtlenecks? Finding out that while in New York, Derek Hale did a stint as a model for random online clothing companies. 

Stiles laughs hysterically, clicking once more and watching the turtleneck change color. “Wait no, the purple,” he says, clicking again and nearly falling off his chair. “No, the pink is the best,” he cackles. Oh my God, that sweater is tight, Stiles can practically see his nipples. He fiddles with the scrollbar, finding he can drag the thing and watch Derek Hale, grumpiest werewolf to ever grump, wear a fuzzy cable-knit sweater that magically changes colors.
Seriously.
Stiles is having the best day.
"Stiles, you’ve got a guest!" Dad calls from downstairs.
Oh man, Scott is gonna have a field day. Stiles blows the picture up to full screen, trying out the color display and jiggles the scrollbar again for maximum rainbow hue, laughing again.
"Okay, this is my only family copy of — what is that?"
Stiles whirls around, and Derek is standing right behind him with the tome on fae that Stiles asked to borrow. 
"N—nothing," Stiles lies quickly, minimizing the tab and then turning back towards Derek. "Thanks for bringing it over, I wasn’t really expecting you to use the door like an actual human."
He reaches out for the book, but Derek is just standing there, staring. With his mouth open. And his ears turning pink. 
"Right, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about modeling, it’s a very legitimate thing—and you looked nice. I’m sure you helped all those turtlenecks find a good home. And I’m sorry for laughing at you, I mean, I wasn’t really laughing at you, just the situation? Um, Derek?” 
"I’m not embarrassed about modeling," Derek says. 
Stiles turns around and then groans. Minimizing the turtleneck tab caused the tab behind it to be now in full view— the porn Stiles was loading to save for later, and two guys are now going at it in a very creative position. 
"Shit," Stiles says, going to exit the tab but instead his mouse jars a mute button on the page somewhere and suddenly the room is filled with moans and the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin. "Oh man, I’m so sorry," he says, embarrassment coloring his cheeks. He hesitates on closing the thing because this is one of his favorite videos, and it always takes forever to load, plus it’s got that actor that kind of looks like Derek— 
Stiles should probably just close the thing. 
"I didn’t know you liked— um, never mind," Derek says. "Here’s the book, I’ll see you later." Derek sets the book down on Stiles’ desk, and turns to leave, but Stiles can see the entire back of his neck is red. 
Wait a minute— 
"Yes, I definitely like the D," Stiles says, "Did you not know that I was bi?" 
"No, now I do, thanks," Derek says.
Stiles forces himself to laugh, and just takes a chance. “At least you didn’t catch me masturbating to your weird turtleneck photoshoot, that would have been awkward.”
Derek’s eyes widen a little. “Yes, that would have been. You know that I’ve done a shirtless spread before, right?” 
Stiles grins. “Mm. Sounds nice. I mean, you can always show me where to find the pictures. Unless, of course, you’re offering to show me the real thing.” 

bleep0bleep:

allhalethekings:

I live for this turtleneck okay?

Sterek AU: In an effort to buy his dad some warmer clothes for the Winter for his one-week trip to Canada where he’ll be attending an international conference on policing with supernatural creatures, Stiles finds the perfect turtlenecks on an online website. The only thing even more perfect than the turtlenecks? Finding out that while in New York, Derek Hale did a stint as a model for random online clothing companies. 

Stiles laughs hysterically, clicking once more and watching the turtleneck change color. “Wait no, the purple,” he says, clicking again and nearly falling off his chair. “No, the pink is the best,” he cackles. Oh my God, that sweater is tight, Stiles can practically see his nipples. He fiddles with the scrollbar, finding he can drag the thing and watch Derek Hale, grumpiest werewolf to ever grump, wear a fuzzy cable-knit sweater that magically changes colors.

Seriously.

Stiles is having the best day.

"Stiles, you’ve got a guest!" Dad calls from downstairs.

Oh man, Scott is gonna have a field day. Stiles blows the picture up to full screen, trying out the color display and jiggles the scrollbar again for maximum rainbow hue, laughing again.

"Okay, this is my only family copy of — what is that?"

Stiles whirls around, and Derek is standing right behind him with the tome on fae that Stiles asked to borrow. 

"N—nothing," Stiles lies quickly, minimizing the tab and then turning back towards Derek. "Thanks for bringing it over, I wasn’t really expecting you to use the door like an actual human."

He reaches out for the book, but Derek is just standing there, staring. With his mouth open. And his ears turning pink. 

"Right, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about modeling, it’s a very legitimate thing—and you looked nice. I’m sure you helped all those turtlenecks find a good home. And I’m sorry for laughing at you, I mean, I wasn’t really laughing at you, just the situation? Um, Derek?” 

"I’m not embarrassed about modeling," Derek says. 

Stiles turns around and then groans. Minimizing the turtleneck tab caused the tab behind it to be now in full view— the porn Stiles was loading to save for later, and two guys are now going at it in a very creative position. 

"Shit," Stiles says, going to exit the tab but instead his mouse jars a mute button on the page somewhere and suddenly the room is filled with moans and the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin. "Oh man, I’m so sorry," he says, embarrassment coloring his cheeks. He hesitates on closing the thing because this is one of his favorite videos, and it always takes forever to load, plus it’s got that actor that kind of looks like Derek— 

Stiles should probably just close the thing. 

"I didn’t know you liked— um, never mind," Derek says. "Here’s the book, I’ll see you later." Derek sets the book down on Stiles’ desk, and turns to leave, but Stiles can see the entire back of his neck is red. 

Wait a minute— 

"Yes, I definitely like the D," Stiles says, "Did you not know that I was bi?" 

"No, now I do, thanks," Derek says.

Stiles forces himself to laugh, and just takes a chance. “At least you didn’t catch me masturbating to your weird turtleneck photoshoot, that would have been awkward.”

Derek’s eyes widen a little. “Yes, that would have been. You know that I’ve done a shirtless spread before, right?” 

Stiles grins. “Mm. Sounds nice. I mean, you can always show me where to find the pictures. Unless, of course, you’re offering to show me the real thing.”