The Merthur ship has sailed, and I'm swimming out to catch up with it

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My coz, in all her wisdom last year on our way home from the MOSI Ren Fest, presented me with evidence of how adorable this Merlin show is. I gave it a go--watched one episode. Ten months later, after being reminded to watch it by someone at work, I resumed. This is sorta how it worked with Sherlock--the seed of the love for a show does its impression of the classic frozen delivery boy that gets thawed out after a sufficiently long time and then takes hold.

It did not take long for me to ship the shit out of Merlin and Arthur. I had started the second series at the beginning of this week, and anticipating the inevitable down-time during my three-night stay in Orlando for the ATIA conference, I crammed half a series onto my iPad and duly polished it off last night, but not before harboring an achingly ubuli-twisting urge to jump Colin Morgan yesterday morning--a desire made all the more intolerable because I couldn't act on it.*

These boys will be the death of me before the end of this thing. I know this, even though I've done pretty well staying away from the Merlin tags on tumblr and fan fiction so as to not completely spoilerize my experience. Something incredibly bad and heartbreaking will happen, but I'm already squirting tears on finales, so it doesn't bode well for my tissues.

I REGRET NOTHING.


*This urge was, in due time, acted upon.