BBC's Merlin: How it should've ended.

If you've never seen BBC's MERLIN (a show that's all on Netflix) then you're missing out. Especially if you like Arthurian legends. Who doesn't? Kings, knights, round tables, magicians, Excalibur... awesomeness. This particular take on the story is especially cool because of the way they weave characters together. And the bond between Arthur and Merlin: well... let's just say you've never seen brotherly love until this. (and of course an epic dose of brotherly teasing :) BUT as amazing as this show is, the ENDING SUCKS. 

If you haven't seen it yet, I won't tell you the ending in this post. I will however, re-write the ending, so you can be sure that whatever you read here DOES NOT happen. So if you want no spoilers, don't read on. But if you're like me, dear one, and you loved the show and think of Merlin and Arthur as actual people you know, this ending is for you. Because obviously BBC didn't know what it was doing...

So remember, if you don't want to know what DOESN'T happen, don't read on. Not until you go watch all 5 seasons. Without further ado, I present to you, the proper ending of the show....

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"Arthur!" Merlin shouted, cradling Arthur's head in his hands. "Don't give up! We're almost there!" Merlin frantically looked down at the wound in his best friend's chest. He wished his magic was strong enough to pull the blade fragment out, but he'd already tried and failed.
"Merlin," Arthur said wearily, his eyes threatening to close. "I want to say something--"
"No!" Merlin interrupted. "Don't say it. We'll make it." Merlin pulled with all his strength, but he couldn't pick Arthur up off the ground.
"No... I want to say something I've never said before..." Arthur blinked up at his servant. "Thank you."
Merlin blinked away tears. "Arthur, open your eyes!" Arthur was dying.
Merlin roared with rage and threw his hands up in the air. He wasn't going to let Arthur die. Not after everything they'd been through. Not after all those years of hiding his magic from the king. Arthur knew Merlin was a sorcerer now. He didn't like it at first, but now he'd accepted it, and if Merlin let him die, the kingdom of Camelot would never change. The ban against sorcery would never be lifted. Everything Merlin worked for, sacrificed for, would've been in vain. Merlin clenched his fists and summoned every bit of magic he could sense. The ground shook. The trees rumbled. Light flew from all corners of the forest and wrapped around Merlin's hands. He held onto it, took a deep breath, and brought it crashing down on King Arthur's chest. A loud crack echoed in the air. Arthur gasped.
Merlin fell backwards from the force, his eyes blacking out from the impact. He felt around for his bearings and struggled to his feet, just as his vision was beginning to return. Arthur was sitting up, clutching his chest, and panting heavily. He turned his wild eyes towards Merlin, not really believing what had just happened. "The greatest sorcerer to have ever walked the earth, eh?" he said. "What took you so long?"
Merlin smiled. Tears of relief cascaded down his cheeks as he ran to help Arthur up.

Together, they traveled back to Camelot, which took more than a day because not everything is within a few hours walk. Arthur found Guinevere at once and told her all about Merlin and how he had magic and had used it to save Arthur's life (thousands of times), but Guinevere already knew. She let Arthur think he was telling her something new though, because she knew it would make him happy. Arthur called his knights to him and abolished the ban against sorcery. He then threw a banquet in Merlin's honor and made him the Court Sorcerer. Merlin finally got all the credit he deserved, and a servant of his very own. Together, they ruled Camelot for many years until one day when Arthur finally succumbed to old age. Then his son, Erthur, (get it, Uther, Arthur, Erther...) Grew up and became King, with an old wizened wizard named Merlin to guide him.

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I feel so much better. Don't you? You're welcome.
If you've just read this and HATE my ending and feel the desire to comment below and say so, don't. My ending is waaaay better. Come on. I mean really: the BUS? Please.

Anyways. This is also my return to blogging after over a year. Hi. Thanks for reading. Go watch some Merlin.

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Boycotting Sinners

Ellen DeGeneres. Adam Lambert. Elton John. George Michael. Ian McKellen. Neil Patrick Harris. Rupert Everett. Nathan Lane. Freddy Mercury. David Hyde Pierce. Jodi Foster. Rosie O'Donnell. Stephen Fry. Jane Lynch.

What do they all have in common? Must I say it? You know.

I've spent years admiring these people, quoting them, trying to sound like them, laughing at their jokes, crushing on them, listening to their music, memorizing their lyrics, and getting goosebumps at hearing their voice. Why? because they have God-given talent, some of them have the biggest dose of talent I've ever seen.

I've mentioned this topic before, but this time I really want to put it out there. How do we as Christians treat those who are living Homosexual lifestyles? Not very well, I think.

Who out there doesn't know "Candle in the Wind?" Who out there actually knows bother version and who they were written for? How about "Benny and the Jets?" "Your Song?" Hey, here's one, "Circle of Life", or any of the music from Disney's "The Lion King"? Sir Elton John is one of the most influential artists of all time. He's been knighted for crying out loud. I know people who listen to his music all the time and sing along.

Those same people see the Ellen show on TV and say "Gross. Disgusting."

Why? Because Ellen is a strong woman who stands up for what she believes in?

HEY! look here. Homosexuality is wrong. I disapprove of it. God  forbids it. (just in case you thought otherwise for a moment) And I DON'T every want to give the impression I support those who are actively pushing gay marriage or anything of the sort, but this is what I''m trying to say:

Don't boycott them. Don't say, "Ew", every time they appear on TV or the radio. Don't say "I'm not listening to that song because the guy who wrote it is gay."

In my opinion, you do this stuff, you're only a softer version of those church folk who hold up those signs, God hates gays. And if anyone is reading this outside of the Christian circle, here's a plug for you. GOD DOES NOT HATE GAYS. Nor does he hate liars, thieves, drunkards, or any other kind of sinner, (which is me and you.)

"Oh man, I love the "Passion of the Christ" movie, but I'm not watching it because Mel Gibson is Anti-Sematic."
"Oh man, I'm not letting my kid watch "Finding Nemo" because a lesbian is the voice of Dory."
"Oh man, I'm plugging my ears every time I hear music by Mozart because he was an adulterer and a fornicator."

This is all the same to me. Do you see where I'm coming from? It's not wonder homosexuals today stay away from the church, they all think we'll clench our eyes and plug our ears if they enter our presence.

GAY MARRIAGE is being legalized, guys. HOMOSEXUALITY is becoming "okay" in the world. IT'S HAPPENING whether us Christians like it or not. So we can't plug our ears, we can't turn our backs.

How about statements like these instead of changing channels with a disgusted scoff?

Ellen DeGeneres is hilarious, she does incredible things for needy people, but we don't support her lifestyle.
Adam Lambert has the best voice in the world, his talent on and off Broadway is above and beyond, but we don't support his lifestyle.
Ian McKellen is Gandalf and Magneto. He is awesome. But we don't support his lifestyle.
Jodi Foster is an incredible actor, one of my favorites, but I don't support her lifestyle.

Those of you who follow my blog know what I'll say next.

I'M NOT TRYING TO OFFEND. I'm just saying what I think.

We shouldn't accept homosexuality. We shouldn't tolerate it. We shouldn't let it bounce off our shells. We shouldn't pretend like it doesn't matter. BUT WHAT WE SHOULD DO is treat these people with the respect and dignity every human being deserves from us. because that's what Jesus would do. He'd open his arms to them. He'd look them in the eye. He'd heal them. He wouldn't turn up his nose or avoid the market stall they owned.

Let's not be the sign holders. Sin is sin. It is all the same. Make any argument you want for how some sins are worse than others, but then remember that even if the only thing you'd ever done was told a white lie, you'd still be unworthy of Heaven.

You don't boycott yourself or your friends for lying or gossiping. Try to be consistent.




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