Merlin, To Uther: Wassup

leon: while I’m gone, gwaine and percival, you’re in charge

gwaine and percival, high fiving: yes!

leon, whispering: elyan, you’re secretly in charge

elyan: obviously

Thank you.

merlin: gwaine, quick, you’re losing blood! what’s your type?

gwaine, dazed and bleeding out: blue eyes, dark hair, big ears-

merlin, blushing: blood type gwaine!

gwaine: oh

gwaine: *looks down*

gwaine: red

Elyan in a cropped hoodie

Actual image of Arthur with his sisters:

Headcanon that Freya and Arthur become afterlife BFFs in Avalon, and even though they can't return to the living world, Freya can visit, as long as she doesn't leave the lake, and this is how she and Arthur learn about the modern world, including language. Particularly slang. Not all of it is exactly accurate (think Ariel and the dinglehopper) but they're learning.

Stuff left on the docks? Gone. Too close to the shore? Yoinked. Things dropped in the lake? Never recovered. She even takes stuff from boats because technically she's still in the lake.

Freya, rollerskating into Avalon wearing a beach towel like a cape and a pair of giant sunglasses, carrying a boombox and a cooler of beer: Arthur, my good bitch, you will not believe what I found this time.

Arthur, wearing a 'Sun's Out, Guns Out' tank top, jean shorts, and a huge sunhat, reading one of the three dozen trashy romance novels Freya's brought him, drinking a pina colada through a crazy straw: Oh, word?

Arthur, addressing the Round Table: Fives? A ten is speaking.

Merlin, putting his feet up on the table: And an eleven is ignoring you.

Arthur: We need to create a distraction.

Percival: You want me to try? If I flex real hard I can make my shirt explode off of my body.

Arthur: Wait, you can seriously do that?

Gwaine: Oh, yeah! I've seen him do it. One of the buttons flew off and hit Elyan.

Well, I’d hope so. You’re the only friend I’ve got. I’m not surprised.