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#'describe dollophead' 'in two words'???

munamania · 2 years

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‘is your little bottom sore’ i just know the knights were Sick and tired of these two

#in public....#taom liveblog #'describe dollophead' 'in two words?' 'yeah' 'prince arthur'

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elliotasis · 8 months

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Some of my favorite insults from the Show Merlin:

How long have you been training to be a prat ✨My Lord✨

Dollophead

Spoiled arrogant brat with the brains of a donkey and the face argh hiccup of a toaaadddd

Clotpole

Arthur: "Why does everyone want to kill me?" Merlin: "I have a list under my bed, would you like me to fetch it?"

"The man makes jokes about brass..."

Careful, we don't want to put any more holes in that belt.

“Don’t think too hard, we wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” - Merlin to Arthur

Cabbage Head

Prat

Basically everything old Merlin says.

Arthur: Describe Dollop head.

Merlin: In two words?

Arthur: Yeah

Merlin: Uh, "Prince Arthur".

Gaius- “two heads are better than one!” Merlin- “Yes! But not when one of them’s yours!”

Uther: can someone tell me what's going on?

Merlin starts talking

Uther: someone with a brain.

Gwaine: "You're a very angry man, I can see that, it must be hard being so UGLY".

Possessed Gaius was a whole mood.

Merlin cracking jokes about Simpleton-Arthur.

Feel free to continue the list

#bbc arthur #bbc merlin #merlin memes #merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin bbc #bbc merlin memes

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damagecompiilation-a · 4 years

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Avatar: The Last Airbender where everything’s the same but this is how azula and mai talk to each other

#;out of worlds #azula: describe dollophead #mai: in two words?#azula: yeah #mai: princess azula #;you miscalculated. i love zuko more than i fear you. (mai/azula)

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incorrect-pompep · 2 years

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Danny: Well at least I'm not a-a dollophead!

Vlad: There's no such word.

Danny: Sure there is—

Vlad: Describe 'dollop', 'head'

Danny: In two words?

Vlad: Yes.

Danny: Vlad Masters.

#danny phantom #pompous pep #incorrect pompep #vlad masters #danny fenton

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jules111111111111 · 2 years

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Arthur: Describe Dollophead

Merlin: In two words?

Arthur: Yeah

Merlin: Prince Arthur

Y’all they are literally in-front of the whole guard and going off onto another possible death trip and still they banter like this

#arthur #merlin #bbc merlin #merthur #correct quotes #merthur correct quotes

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shut-up-merlin · 4 years

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Merlin rewatch time.

In the Last Dragonlord (season 2 episode 13) Merlin rides out with Arthur and the knights to go fight the dragon. Not only is Arthur visibly happy with having his brave lover servant there with him during what he believes will be his final hours, he also quite literally places him by. his. side.

When they ride out of Camelot, Merlin is where he belongs at Arthur’s side. Riding in front of the knights.

Fast forward past the one year time skip. Season 3 episode 1. The tears of Uther Pendragon pt. 1.

We all know the dollophead scene.

Arthur: Describe dollophead

Merlin: Two words?

Arthur: Yeah

Merlin: Prince Arthur

That scene is great. No denying that. But what you might not have noticed there, is that Merlin is once again riding by Arthur’s side. Read that again: He is riding with Arthur. RIDING. On a horse. While there are footmen walking right next to him. He is literally put in an elevated position.

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A year has passed. And he is still right there. Above Arthur’s men. Placed there by Arthur himself. For the whole world to see. And that is just beautiful.

#merlin rewatch #merlin 2x13 #merlin 3x01 #bbc Merlin 2x13 #bbc Merlin 3x01 #the last Dragonlord #the tears of Uther Pendragon #bbc merlin #merthur #merlin #arthur pendragon #merthur was canon #merlin bbc

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acciohanbrough · 3 years

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zuko : describe “ dollophead “

sokka : in two words ?

zuko : yeah

sokka : uhh prince zuko

#last one i swear #but ... i love them #i love them both #can you tell i miss them #source : merlin bbc #incorrect zuko #incorrect sokka #zukka #incorrect zukka #atla #avatar the last airbender #incorrect atla

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tolkienlockian · 3 years

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Arthur for the ask thing

So sorry I'm answering this just now. I have so many unanswered Asks in my Inbox, but it's just that I'm planning on answering them and then something always come up in between

Give me a character and I will answer Ask here

So, without further ado

✨ Arthur ✨

Why I like him

Where do I start. He's the Once and Future King and he has some amazing moments that prove his potential as a great ruler, he genuinely cares for the people of Camelot to the point that he was ready to sacrifice himself for them. He is capable of having fun and enjoy the small, casual moments with his knights and Merlin, behaving as one of them and not above them as their Prince or later King.

Why I don't like him

He has the potential of some amazing character development and to free himself from Uther's manipulations both in regards to his abilities and to his view of magic. But just when we see said character development, the writers take it away in the next episode, to the point where he still needs Daddy's approval even three years later (and as much as I enjoyed The Death Song of Uther Pendragon, this part really disappointed me)

Favorite episode

I'm between The Poisoned Chalice and The Sword in the Stone - Part 2, so I'm choosing to talk about The Poisoned Chalice because, in my opinion, it's the first episode where Arthur truly shows that he's willing to do anything to help Merlin. He risked his life for a lowly servant whom he didn't know that well yet, and he did so against Uther's demands on top of that.

Favorite season

Again, I'm between season 1 and season 4, so now I'm gonna talk about season 4, because it's the season we see him become King and go through all the confusion, self-doubt and later confidence. We see him overcome Agravaine's manipulation and Morgana's schemes and come out stronger in the finale.

Favorite line

"I don't want you to change. I want you to always be you." This is it. The moment Arthur overcomes everything he was raised to believe about magic, the moment he sees and accepts Merlin for who he really is.

Favorite outfit

Wooow, that's a good one. He looks amazing in armor, not gonna lie, but my favorite outfit will be his red shit with the brown vest over it. It makes him look so relaxed and casual while still maintaining his regal looks.

OTP

*tries very hard not to start rambling about Merthur until tomorrow * Because these two were BORN for each other, they went through thick and thin while always being each other's constant and believing in each other, and it's a love story that lasts until the modern days where Merlin waits for his King's return.

Brotp

Arthur and Leon. Apparently, Leon has known Arthur from their childhood, making him Arthur's oldest friend beside Morgana. Leon is a very healthy presence in Arthur's life, he knows Arthur very well, and he's loyal to a fault.

Headcanon

Hmmm... One came to me just now. Arthur loves spending time alone in the royal gardens. He discovered little hiding spots there when he was little and he's escaping there whenever he feels the burden of being the Prince/King. He may not run away to become a farmer, but the gardens give him the brief escapade he needs.

Unpopular opinion

Hmmm, not sure about this one, I'm not even sure if it's an unpopular opinion, but I think that Arthur, deep down, actually suspected that Merlin has magic from a very early point, but buried it. At first it was denial ("Merlin can't have magic, nope, no way, this bubbly idiot can't have magic"), and then he pretended not to know in order to protect him. I know he said "I would know" during the magic reveal. Maybe he buried this knowledge so deep inside that he suppressed it. Maybe he wanted to give Merlin one more chance to take it back because magic was still outlawed in Camelot.

A wish

That we could see Arthur repel the ban of magic and actively unite the lands of Albion as the Once and Future King. Alternatively, my wish is that he comes out of that lake and gives Merlin all the hugs and cuddles.

An oh-god-please-don't-ever-happen

Not gonna lie, that's my reaction every time I watch the finale and the moment comes for Mordred to stab Arthur 😝😝😝 In all seriousness, though, I wish that Arthur wouldn't have said to Merlin "I thought you were the bravest man alive... Guess I was wrong."

5 words to best describe them

Dollophead, Once and Future King

My nickname for them

I sometimes call him His Royal Pratness 😂 Otherwise, I use one of Merlin's endearments, like "clotpole" or "dollophead"

Thanks for the Ask, and sorry for the long text, hope you'll like it 😊😊😊

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loonaspeaks · 4 years

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Hyunjin: You know, you’ve got a lot of nerve for a wimp.

Yeojin: I may be a wimp, but at least I’m not a dollophead.

Hyunjin: No such word.

Yeojin: It’s idiomatic.

Hyunjin: Describe “dollophead”.

Yeojin: In two words?

Hyunjin: Yeah.

Yeojin: Uh... “Kim Hyunjin”.

#choerry #chuu #girl groups #gowon #haseul #heejin #hyunjin #incorrect quotes #jinsoul #kim lip #kpop #kpop incorrect quotes #loona #loona incorrect quotes #olivia hye #vivi #yeojin #yves #source: tumblr

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incorrectmulti · 4 years

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Auston Matthews: Describe “dollophead”.

Mitch Marner: In two words? Auston Matthews.

#nhl #toronto maple leafs #hockey #source: merlin #auston matthews #mitch marner

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hayleysstark · 5 years

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Hug

Words: 2405 Warnings: None Summary: Merlin had a tendency to say some strange things, but--

"You," Merlin jutted his chin out obstinately, and jabbed a resolute finger at Arthur, "owe me a hug."

--but this was by far the strangest.

Notes: I have literally zero explanation for this bit of schmaltz, except that it occurred to me that, if Arthur had lived long enough to hear all of Merlin's magical adventures, Merlin would have 100000000% told him about the Fomorrah incident, and promptly demanded a redo hug once he heard about the one he didn't remember. GIVE MERLIN EMRYS A HUG 2KFOREVER ARTHUR.

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Merlin had a tendency to say some strange things.

Well, he said stupid things, for a start, things like dollophead or clotpole or, once even goosebrain—words that weren't actually words at all, just a whole bunch of nonsensical gibberish, made-up, a few sounds he'd just smashed together when he felt he'd been using prat too much. He said treasonous things, too, of course, but that bit went without saying—he said things that could get him—should get him, if Arthur was being honest with himself, the things Merlin said should get tossed in the stocks or dungeons or even outright hung for even letting the words pass his lips—things like Arthur, if you get mud on your armor like this again, I'm going to kill you, or Arthur, if you try to go on that dangerous quest, I'll drug your breakfast and lock you in your chambers and I'll tell all the guards you're enchanted so they know not to listen to you, or once, even a Arthur, the next time you say we aren't going to get ambushed by bandits and we get ambushed by bandits, I'm going to cut off your mouth and sew it back on inside out and upside down—that one alone could have earned him about a thousand death sentences, but Arthur had been, much as he hated to admit it, highly entertained by it all the same.

Look, Arthur was trying to make a point here. The point was this. Merlin said things. Stupid things. Treasonous things. Things that would have had Arthur's father rolling in his grave should they ever reach his ears—I'm not going to enchant a flagon of ale that never runs out for you, Gwaine, or how about if I just turn Lord Rodney into a toad and be done with it, come on, Arthur, he's insufferable, or damn dragon's being cryptic again—

But. But Arthur had gotten used to it. Merlin had magic, and Merlin had a dragon—two dragons, sorry—and Merlin was, whatever the idiot's own insistence to the contrary, some kind of—err, royalty to other sorcerers. Ruler. Monarch. Lord, maybe. King, perhaps. Arthur didn't know, and Merlin outright refused to admit to it, even when the druids' ambassadors dropped to their knees at the sight of him, and he turned several different shades of red in quick succession.

Getting off the point. Merlin said strange things, that was the point, things about destiny and magic and spells and dragons and coins and once and future kings. Arthur really didn't want to get into all of it.

But this—

"You," Merlin jutted his chin out obstinately, and jabbed a resolute finger at Arthur, "owe me a hug."

—this was by far the strangest.

Arthur raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me?" Of course, prophesized warlock or not, Merlin could be a bit of a girl at times, but this was taking it a bit far, even for him. Maybe he was hearing things?

"You owe me," Merlin repeated, without missing a beat, and he seemed so indignant about the whole thing, Arthur was almost tempted to laugh, "you owe me a hug!"

Arthur blinked. All right, so he wasn't hearing things. "What?"

"You hugged me," Merlin said, the perfect picture of dignified affront, "you hugged me, and I don't even remember it!"

"Merlin," Arthur set the latest report from Sir Tristan facedown on the desk—he had a feeling he wasn't going to be getting to the end of it anytime soon—and leaned across the polished surface to get a better look at the man, "have you been on the cider?" It was a bit of a low blow, and Arthur knew it, what with all the times Merlin had never actually been in the tavern, but it was the only rational conclusion he could draw.

Merlin had a way of looking at people, sometimes, like he was seriously weighing the merits of turning them into a roach. This was one of those times. "No, I haven't," he said, with admirable composure. "And you know that, so stop being an ass, Arthur, it suits you a little too well."

"Merlin—!" Speaking of things that could get the man a thousand death sentences. Arthur decided perhaps the stocks were getting a little lonely as of late.

"Look, Gwaine and I were talking—"

"Oh," Arthur relaxed, and settled back in his seat. "That's it, then." He picked Sir Tristan's report back up. An invisible force plucked the paper from his fingers, and sent it fluttering out of his reach, facedown on the floor at Merlin's feet.

"Merlin!" Arthur glanced around for something to throw. Perhaps the inkwell?

"Listen!" Merlin put his hands on his hips. Had anyone ever thought to tell him how he looked nothing so much as an angry housewife when he did that? "Do you remember that time when we were out on patrol, and we got attacked by bandits—"

"Could you be more specific?"

"—and," Merlin continued, with another should-I-turn-him-into-a-roach look, "you and I got separated from everyone else, and I got hit by a mace, and then there was that big rock fall, and you thought I'd got lost—"

"Vividly," Arthur said flatly. It wasn't a day he liked to think about, to put it lightly.

"—only I didn't actually get lost, remember, I told you, Morgana found me, and she put that snakey thing in my neck that made me try to kill you and—"

"The point, Merlin."

The idiot must have realized he was rambling, because he stopped short. He even had the grace to blush. "Well." He huffed. "Gwaine tells me you hugged me."

Oh. So that's what they were getting at, then. Arthur's face began to burn like fire. "Gwaine," he said, as seriously as he could, and oh, he hoped to the gods Merlin couldn't see the flush crawling up his neck and flooding into his cheeks, "is about the most unreliable source in the entire kingdom, Merlin."

Merlin must have expected the resistance, because he countered at once. "He seemed pretty sure of himself when he told me."

"Yes, and how many had he knocked back by that point?" Arthur sniped. Logic told him he should just swallow his pride and cop to it—fine, all right, so he'd hugged Merlin, but it had been quick and one-armed and decidedly very manly, and also, he'd thought the idiot was dead for the past three days, so that had to count for something, right?—but logic also said that if he did swallow his pride and cop to it, Merlin would never let it go, and. Well. He couldn't have that.

"He was sober!"

"And you're sure it was Gwaine?"

"Arthur!" Merlin's hands were on his hips again. They were back to the angry-housewife stage.

Arthur bit back a sigh. "Look, Merlin, not that I don't love a nice stroll down memory lane every now and then, but I fail to see what this has to do with—"

"You hugged me!"

"That's still up for debate."

"And I don't even remember it!"

"Common occurrence for things that didn't happen." Arthur wondered if it was worth it to get up and get the report off the floor, or if he ought to just start on a new one.

"I don't believe it." Merlin collapsed into the seat opposite Arthur. "The one time you hugged me, and I don't even remember it."

"Merlin," Arthur dragged in a breath, and rubbed tiredly at the bridge of his nose, "if you're going to insist on spouting nonsense—"

The last dragonlord, the slayer of the High Priestess Nimeuh and the immortal sorcerer Cornelius Sigan and gods knew who else, the ruler-slash-monarch-slash-lord-slash-king to the magical community, the almighty warlock Emrys, gave what Arthur could only describe as a pout. "I deserve a hug that I remember."

Arthur ran out of patience. "I'm not going to hug you!"

The almighty warlock Emrys pouted harder. "I could die tomorrow, and if I did, I would go to my grave without even the memory of—"

"Merlin, you're immortal."

At least that seemed to pull Merlin from his sulk, because he snorted, and sat up a little straighter. "Yeah, I'm immortal if no one, y'know, stabs me, or poisons me, or shoots me, or starves me—"

"Yes, yes, I get the point," Arthur waved a dismissive hand, and tried not to dwell on the image the flippant words had conjured up of a bleeding and poisoned and arrow-ridden Merlin. "Look, I've got quite a lot of work to do, in case you haven't noticed, we can't all sit around practicing spells and riding dragons and getting worshipped by druids—"

Merlin turned red. "I-I'm not—!"

"—so, if you won't leave, why don't you make yourself useful?" Arthur nodded at his favorite pair of boots at the foot of the bed, the leather tops still crusted over with a fair bit of mud from their last patrol.

Merlin slumped from his chair, slumped over to the boots, slumped to the floor at the foot of Arthur's bed, and slumpily picked up the boots.

Slumpily. Arthur stifled a groan. Damn it, Merlin, you've got me using your idiotic made-up words now.

Arthur shook his head and returned to his reports. All thoughts of Merlin's terrible influence aside, maybe now he could actually get some proper work done and—

His thoughts scattered to a million different corners of his mind when the soft, unmistakable swish of coarse bristles on dirty leather met his ears. Oh, for gods' sakes, what on earth was the idiot playing at now—?

"Merlin," Arthur looked up, "what are you doing?"

"Er—?" Merlin lifted his head, his eyes decidedly on the hesitant side. "Polishing your boots? Like—like you said?"

Arthur frowned at the familiar sight—Merlin, sprawled at the foot of the bed, his back to the wooden frame, a polishing brush in one hand and Arthur's left boot balanced on his knee. It wasn't something he'd ever expected to see again, was it, not after—and he'd made it quite clear, hadn't he, he'd made it clear that Merlin could—? Well, perhaps he hadn't, it wasn't like they had really talked about it much, it wasn't like it was high on anyone's list of priorities when the truth had first come out, but—well—never mind, never mind, he'd set it to rights. "I—I don't mind, you know."

Merlin stared back at him blankly. "Mind?"

"The—erm—" Arthur held up a hand, and rather awkwardly wiggled his fingers. It wasn't anything like the baffling, complex, fluid sorts of motions Merlin did when he was casting spells, but the king was fairly confident it got the point across. "The magic. You can use the magic. To—to polish," he added, just to be absolutely clear. "I thought that's what—I thought that's what you'd—you know."

"Oh." Merlin looked down at the brush in his hands like he hadn't even realized it was there. "All right, then." He shrugged, and he went back to polishing the boots. By hand. With the brush.

Arthur ran out of patience. To be fair, it wasn't something he'd ever had in spades. "Really,Merlin?" He pushed his chair back from the desk, stalked over to the idiot—all crouched on the floor with his long legs tucked up to keep them out of the way—and snatched the half-done boot from his grasp. "For all your incessant whining about chores, I'd have thought you'd jump at the chance."

A small smile flicked at the corners of Merlin's lips. "Well." He made a wide grab for the boot, and missed spectacularly. His abysmal aim, his nonexistent coordination, his complete lack of athleticism—the only things about him that hadn't changed. The reminder that somewhere inside the all-powerful sorcerer who spoke six different languages and cast magic more extraordinary than any High Priestess could ever hope to achieve, somewhere inside Emrys, there was still Merlin.

"I like," Merlin said, softly, "to do it by hand. I'm happy to be your servant," he added, sincerely, not a trace of mockery or mirth in his voice. "Until the day I die." The smile bloomed into full, brilliant being across his face. "It's an honor to serve you, Sire."

It wasn't the first time Merlin had said something like this—of course it wasn't the first time Merlin had said something like this, the man was an absolute girl's petticoat at the best of times, always with the talking, and the feelings, and the heart on his sleeve sort of thing—but this was the first time he had said it with such feeling, and over something so simple. The immortal warlock Emrys called it an honor to clean the mud from his boots, and Arthur had to stop, and swallow hard, before he could speak again.

"You—" say stupid things and mad things and treasonous things and you have magic and two dragons and druids worship you even though you cry when you see baby rabbits and you could rule a kingdom but you want to be a servant, you want to be my servant, you think it's an honor to be my servant— "—are such a girl, Merlin."

And maybe Arthur was a girl, too, because—

—well, because he maybe pulled Merlin into a hug.

#merlin #bbc merlin #emrys' spellbook

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galacticrainbowsaz · 5 years

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after Merlin calls Arthur a dollophead

Arthur: describe 'dollop, head'

Merlin: in two words?

Arthur: yeah

Merlin: Prince Arthur

#quotes #merlin #bbc merlin #i haven't even seen it yet #i just keep watching youtube clips #and i already love it