“Arthur set his mouth in a line, because he had long ago made it a rule to keep his face impassive during understatements such as It looks as if the creature will be difficult to kill (but if it’s a creature that dies when people soil their breeches we should have no problem); It’s been an honour (if we die, Merlin, I want you to know that my life changed when you arrived in Camelot and that I die happier for your presence); and feeling not a little affronted at your lack of trust in me (I can’t decide whether to focus on the gaping wound inflicted when I realised I knew nothing about this or on the heavy weight that fell on my upper chest when I realised that not one, but four, individuals have somehow laid eyes on you despite my best efforts to keep you hidden in my rooms at all times)”—
Merlin could see now that ‘makeshift camp’ was one of Arthur’s understatements, like “It looks like the creature will be difficult to kill,” which had really meant, as far as Merlin had been able to tell, “I am about to soil my breeches.”
You have been admitted to Fianchesso’s Introduction to Chess De-Cal.
”—I can’t tell if it’s just that the upperclassman teaching chess is really attractive or if his laid back, blunt personality makes him really attractive, but *______* I got into chess. be veeeeeeery jealous.
“Gwen—I’m so sorry.” Gwen shot him a fast look from behind lowered eyelashes and went back to gathering her things, and Merlin forced himself to press on despite her lack of response.”—this line made me go :O because that is Gwen so perfectly and idk how she managed to make everything so perfectly ic
in which an evil genius should choose her allies more prudently
Simon's status:wow. so I drink a lot of water. My roommate tells me how water bottle companies like to put an empty water bottle in the middle of packs of bottles to save money. I was skeptical since it never happened to me and I drink like 6+ bottles a day. So jus...t a couple minutes ago, I decided to open a new water bottle package and put some in the fridge. You can guess what happens... w-t-f
You, Raven an' Kevin:be likin' this.
Kevin:Oh well, bound to happen sooner or later.
Hakly:Karma for being skeptical.
Raven:Of course that's what happened XDDDDD
Nicole:would you have been more surprised had kevin not said anything?
Simon:i would have been like wtf?
then the mere coincidence that this was the first itme it happened to me was humorous -.-
Kevin:Should we tell him what really happened?
Kevin:Yeah, so actually one week ago Nicole took out one bottle of water from the middle of the pack and replaced it with an empty bottle, without opening your package (she's pro like that). The same day I made up the story of water companies hiding empty bottles in packs to save money. One week later, when I was worried that you might not find the empty bottle before you forget the story I made up... this happened.
The fact is, there is no such thing as luck in this world. As in poker, there's only skill.
Raven:Oh god, I thought you were going to tell him in person XDDDDDD
Nicole:you fools! the point was for a quiet, really weirded out moment in the universe. >\ but oh well.
Merlin hopped gratefully off Unadulterated Evil, and moved to take both it and Arthur’s horse to the stream, but was surprised when Arthur batted his hand away and took both horses himself, shooting Merlin one last apologetic glance over Unadulterated Evil’s flank.
Though Merlin knew better than to expect another outright apology, he also knew better than to fail to interpret this gesture as it was meant.
”—gah there is so much mindreading in this. it is beautiful. *__*
“if Merlin had not invited him, he would have had to contend with the constant fear that Gaius’ eyebrows would climb off his face and somehow come after Merlin, hiding in a saddle pouch and biding their time like the instruments of guilt-inducing torture they obviously were.”—the mark of sound literature seems to be that it doesn’t quite make sense unless the entire sentence is transcribed; this does, however, look daunting enough to discourage the lesser readers. pity.
“Merlin called the horse Chevenix, partly because that was one of Arthur’s many middle names, and Merlin had enjoyed feigning innocence when Arthur’s eyes had widened angrily when Merlin had chivvied the horse along once, and partly because, as far as he understood it, the horse’s real name was Fleur, which must have been upsetting even if Chevenix was only a horse.”—omg every single line in this fic is amazing and manages to be hilarious and cute and intellectual sounding at the same time (twice)