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"I would never-"

You would if you were tired enough. You would if you were hungry enough. You would if your mind and body had been worn down enough, through pain or disease or toil or violent struggle. You might if you were put on the wrong medicine, or you got the wrong kind of head injury, or you were forced to choose between someone else and yourself. You might if your livelihood was staked on it, or all your hopes and dreams. You might if you didn't know what else to do, if it's what you were taught or if nobody taught you anything else.

I have not been worn down in most of these ways. I have lived a remarkably privileged life. But I have been worn down in some ways. And they were enough to teach me that in the wrong circumstances, any of us can become someone we don't want to be. It's worth keeping that in mind.

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Robin Hood s1e8: Tattoo, What Tattoo?

I have no excuse for how long this took me to write, especially because it’s a fairly underwhelming episode. Its main purpose is to set up the storyline of Gisborne’s first attempt at regicide. Beyond that, it mostly involves everyone being horrible, Marian being annoying and Robin showing his true colours (shit brown, for the record.)

Guy is throwing a (really, depressingly underwhelming) party to celebrate King Richard’s birthday. (This episode aired in mid-November, but fixing the date on Richard’s birthday makes it early September for our in-show timeline . Richard I was born on 8 September 1157.)

While Gisborne’s guests are gathered, he takes the opportunity to announce his and Marian’s engagement. (And Marian is annoyed at being expected to commit in public even though she already committed in private. Bitch. Salty, me? Honey, just call me the Pacific Ocean.)

Robin crashes the gathering, because he is butthurt annoyed that Gisborne is throwing a party at “his” house (I.e. the house that used to be the Gisborne family’s before two newly orphaned children were chased away, but let’s not worry about details now -Robin swans around trying to out-dick every dick in the Nottingham suburbs.)

Unfortunately he is so busy showing off, and stealing Marian’s actual engagement ring (with added hand kiss, barf) that he ignores repeated signal warnings, and Djaq gets captured as they make their escape. Robin, however, is not that worried about Djaq… He has bigger fish to fry. He caught a glimpse of Guy’s tattoo and just realised that Gisborne had been the “Saracen assassin” he had fought in Acre, defending the King.

This is apparently a wolf…. Not sure why it looks like a fruit-bat with the jitters

That revelation is enough to make Robin completely flip and turn dark (because Hood is morally averse to killing, unless he, in his infinite wisdom, decides it’s killing time.)

Suddenly killing Gisborne is The Most Important Thing, and if it means Djaq has to die too, well, that’s a sacrifice Farquad Robin is willing to make. The fact that killing Gisborne would also conveniently free Marian from her engagement is just a happy coincidence, or that’s what we’re supposed to believe.

In any case, Hood refuses to make any kind of rescue attempt for Djaq, because torturing Gisborne can’t wait, and what do you mean priorities?

But it’s ok, we know he is The HeroTM, because he also gives a speech about how in the Holy Land he met “the Jews and the Muslims” and realised “it’s their land too.” But also, it’s fine that the King is still waging war there, because “he has principles.” I’m not sure what these principles are and how they square up with Robin’s views about “the Jews and the Muslims’” but hey, England Needs Him (yes, just him, he is the most special boy and the only one who can save England and everyone will clap.)

(Listen, I’m team Richard all the way, but Guy’s points make so much more sense than Robin’s over here. Also, for the record, there was an active Jewish community in most large cities in England during the reign of Henry II and Richard. Reading about the jewish population’s experiences and changing fortunes in medieval England is a fascinating side-quest, I recommend it!)

For once, the Gang is appalled at Robin’s indifference for Djaq’s safety. Little John knocks him out, and they set off on a rescue mission, leaving Much to guard Robin.

Let me say that again.

They left. Much. To guard Robin.

This goes about as well as you would expect, and it takes about 5 minutes for Robin to sweet talk Much into untying him…

Poor Much deserves so much better than this asshole. I hate how Robin treats Much in every episode, how he sits by and grins while the others make fun of him, how he never corrects Much still calling him “Master” and here, for the first time, Robin straight up calls Much stupid and ignorant. (It won’t be the last time, he will do it again on the day of Marian and Guy’s wedding.)

In Nottingham, the attempt to rescue Djaq has failed, so the Gang goes back to the forest and on to plan B: A prisoner exchange between Gisborne and Djaq. Robin won’t hear of it so they knock him out again and take Guy to Nottingham Castle.

When he comes to, Robin has an 11th hour change of heart and joins the rest of the gang in the castle, where have already swapped the prisoners. Blobbin’s presence achieves… nothing.

Oh, almost nothing. He does mention the tattoo (you know, the proof of his treachery?) to Vaisey. Vaisey promptly solves the problem by pouring acid on Guy’s arm. Good job Robin.

Back at the camp, everyone is happy. Much has forgotten all about how Robin treated him, Djaq is oh, so grateful that Robin gave up Gisborne for her sake (even though he didn’t) and they all hug. It’s nauseating. The End.

There were a few things of note in this episode:

1) I was intrigued by the amount of conversation between Guy and Robin, talking about politics, war and so on. I don’t think they’ve ever had this long of a discussion, until Bad Blood in season 3 maybe?

2) This is probably the most “unfiltered” we see Robin, no rose-tinted glasses in sight. He prioritizes his whims over the lives of his men (and Djaq,) he insults Much with barely a half-hearted apology, he is completely prepared to torture and kill. The fact that, at the end of the episode, we just gloss over aaaaall of that irritates me more than it should.

3) Guy really can’t resist taunting Robin. I find it interesting that Robin is the only one who brings that pettiness out in Guy (I mean I don’t blame him, I want to hit his smug face with an anvil every time he appears…)

4) Marian hardly features, but

Guess what

She really annoys me.

It’s the contrast between how she behaves towards Guy and Robin. With Guy, she is barely condescending to look at him -watch her look past him when she says “this means so much to you, doesn’t it?” And later, after Hood has taken her ring -“what has he taken, a few trinkets, nothing.”) Guy is clearly emotional about the ring and all it symbolizes. Listen to his relieved exhale when he puts the ring in her finger, and again later, when he picks it up from the ground after Robin throws it down.

But when Robin crashes the party? Oh, it’s the best thing ever. Just look at that smile.

Guy’s day ruined? Rich people having their jewelry taken? Her engagement ring some unimportant trinket taken off her finger? She just can’t get enough.

I’m sorry I took so long to write what is (let’s be honest) a pretty underwhelming analysis.

Next episode is much better…

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Guy of Gisborne (Robin Hood BBC): “Sir Guy”

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Guy of Gisborne (Robin Hood BBC, 1.11)

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This is the beginning of a fic I’ve been wanting to write for a while. @fizzyxcustard has already seen it, and @mistresskayla-blog1 tempted me enough with her offer to collaborate, that I decided to post it (even though I’m stuck for where it goes next…)

The idea is, what if you travelled to Gisborne’s world? Not the historical past, but the wacky television show you love to watch, warts, anachronisms and all.

What if you tried to change things?

What if you failed?

YOUR HEART IS A MAGNET

To bring yourself home

Squinting through my throbbing headache, I turn the key to my small flat. It has been another long day at work and all I want is to close the door to the world outside, take off my uniform and lose myself in my favourite show. And pizza. And maybe (definitely) a bottle of wine.

Inside, I kick off my shoes and pretend I don’t see the mess of unwashed dishes, dirty clothes and ever-growing piles of unopened mail. It’s not like anyone is going to see it, anyway. It’s not like anyone ever comes over. I power up my computer, make a call to my favourite delivery place and take a bottle of wine from the rack in the kitchen. On second thought, make that two bottles.

I know I drink too much, and that the alcohol is definitely not helping my depression. But then again, neither are the pills the doctor prescribed. Nothing seems to help and at this point, every day I lose the will to live a bit more. I’d probably have tried to end it all if I wasn’t so stubborn.

With a sigh, I sink in the saggy old sofa and  let the jaunty theme tune of Robin Hood wash over me. 3 hours and 4 episodes later, I’ve fallen asleep, surrounded by empty wine bottles and pizza crusts.

You’re walking through the shaded paths of Sherwood Forest. It’s a beautiful sunny day, and the birds are singing in the trees. Maybe this time you will run into Robin Hood and his merry men. The air is cool and fresh… so why are you having trouble breathing?

A magpie takes off from a tree, chattering. You can smell fire. Is it Robin Hood’s camp? You look around, but you can’t see any smoke… where is that smell coming from? You try taking deep breaths but it feels like you can’t get enough oxygen in your lungs. Another magpie flies up… And another. You start to panic, you can’t breathe, and now there are magpies everywhere… Their flapping wings are sending waves of hot air to your face, and some animal’s high-pitched screech pierces your ears, and the magpies keep coming, and you can’t breathe-

-can’t breathe! I jolt awake to the sound of the fire alarm. The room is stiflingly hot and full of smoke. Fire! I try to concentrate through the fog of sleep and alcohol. I need to get out… the smoke chokes me and makes my eyes stream. I try to find my way to the door but I’m too disoriented. I don’t even know where the fire is, but I have to try… I stumble around until I touch a wall, and then follow it, feeling blindly for the door. My head is swimming and I trip over something and fall to my knees. All the times I wished for everything to end, this wasn’t what i had in mind… I feel the wall, desperately looking for something to grab so I can stand up again, when my fingers touch the cool metal of the door knob. Cool metal -this means there’s no fire on the other side. I turn it, push the door open and crawl through. ‘Push? I thought I was supposed to pull’ is my last semi-coherent thought before I black out.

My eyelids flutter as I try to focus. Above me, all I can see is blue sky. My fingers feel the ground and it’s… soft? I sit up, groaning, and look around me trying to get my bearings. I don’t see the power lines and buildings that should be here. Instead, I see… trees. I rub my aching head and make another unsettling discovery. My previously short hair is now falling below my shoulders. I look down and see that instead of my clothes, I appear to be wearing some type of linen night dress. My feet are bare and the mermaid tattooed on my calf (a souvenir from a trip to Greece in my early 20s) is missing.

I am trying to make sense of this, when a figure dashing through the trees ahead of me captures my attention. I stare at it in disbelief. I know this figure. I’ve seen it hundreds of times, on my television and computer screen. It’s a character from my Robin Hood show… It’s the Night Watchman.

The Night Watchman disappears in the distance and I’m left alone, shivering in the cool air. This doesn’t make sense… am i dreaming? I might be hallucinating from the smoke I inhaled, but the burning feeling in my chest and my bruised and scraped knees feel very real. At a loss of what else to do, I get up and start walking to the direction the Night Watchman disappeared to. If there are any answers, I won’t find them sitting under these trees.

I make my way out of the forest and head towards the settlement I can see past the fields and meadow. I wasn’t wrong, the scenery is eerily familiar. I recognise this house, with its thatched roof and wooden frame. I am standing in front of Knighton Hall.

You know, if you’d asked me last week how I would react if one day I woke up inside my favourite television show, I would have gone with upset, or disbelief. Clearly, it would mean i was having some sort of mental break-down, and that would surely be a horrifying turn of events. I mean, I know i have issues, but full-scale immersive hallucinations? I couldn’t brush that under the carpet and pretend to get on with my life. Now though… Now I’m finding I just don’t care. Either I’m here, or I’m not. Either it’s real, or it’s not. I’ll find out soon enough, and it’s not like I’ve left anything important behind in the real world. I’ve been sleepwalking through my days for so long that I don’t even remember what it felt to be invested in my own life. And now, instead of scared, I feel intrigued… and strangely hopeful. I take a deep breath, straighten my back, and knock on the heavy, wooden door of Knighton Hall.

I hear footsteps and then the door opens with a creak, revealing the worried face of actress Lucy Griffiths… or rather, Lady Marian.

“Please, I need help,” I plead. “I was attacked by outlaws, they took everything, even my clothes.”

Marian’s eyebrows shoot up. She is clearly doubting my story… After all, she knows the outlaws around these parts, and they’re not into stealing the clothes of lone women.

“Now is really not a good time,” she says and starts closing the door, but I’ve seen the conflict in her eyes. Suspicious or not, turning me away must go against all her bleeding-heart instincts. I push my foot in, keeping the door ajar.

“Please, my Lady,” I implore her. “I have nowhere to go, and I’m scared I’ll be found by someone even worse, in this state…”

She opens the door with a sigh.

“Oh, very well. Come in.”

I come inside, taking note of her worried expression. She closes the door very softly, clearly trying to be quiet. Her sleeve is raised and there is a fresh gash on her right arm. She follows my gaze, and pulls her sleeve down.

“I caught it on a splinter while I was tending to my horse in the stables. I was distracted.”

I smile politely at her. I know exactly what happened to her arm, and how to use it to my advantage.

Marian gestures to me to follow, and starts climbing the wooden stairs to the sleeping quarters, wincing slightly every time one of the steps creaks. She leads me to what is clearly her bedroom. A great four-poster bed dominates the otherwise sparsely decorated room. The walls are lime-washed and there are bunches of flowers and herbs hanging over the bed and the door, inundating the room with their fresh, clean smell. The only other decorations are a sheer, sage-coloured fabric draped over the posters of the bed, and a deep green, embroidered cloth covering a large chest pushed against the wall. This cloth is hanging unevenly, in contrast to how neat everything else is. Bingo.

“Get cleaned up,” Marian points to a basin of water and a clean linen cloth sitting on a little wooden table. “I will fetch wine to fortify you and some clothes.”

As soon as she leaves the room, I whip open the lid and start rummaging through the folded clothes and other belongings in the chest. At the bottom, bunched up and hastily hidden, I find what I knew was there… The Night Watchman’s costume.

When Marian walks back in I’m sitting on the bed, holding the incriminating bundle, still dusty and sprinkled with leaves and twigs. As soon as she notices what’s in my hands, she grows pale but she carefully keeps her expression neutral. I have to admire her poise… Not that it will help.

“If you give me a needle and some thread, I can mend this for you.” I offer a friendly smile. “Whoever stabbed you ripped the sleeve as well.”

“You went through my things… How dare you!”

“Oh, I hardly think I’m the only daring one… my Lady Night Watchman.”

Marian closes the door softly and turns to face me again. Her eyes are wide and her cheeks flushed. “Who are you and what do you want?” she whispers.

“I won’t ask you for anything more than what you already do for the people of Nottingham,” I reassure her. “You help those in need… I need shelter. I can’t return to my home. Let me stay here.”

“Here?” She shakes her head. “If your family comes looking for you… I can’t put my father at risk, he is old and frail. I can help you get to the convent at Kirklees, or ask…” she hesitates, “… someone else for aid.”

Yes, I know just who you would ask, and I want nothing to do with him, I think. Robin Hood might have been the hero of the show, but I never did like him.

“No one will come looking for me, I promise you this much.”

“But why-“

“You don’t need to know more,” I interrupt her. “Let me keep my secrets and I’ll let you keep yours. I’ll even help you!”

Marian opens her mouth to argue more, but voices coming from downstairs stop her in her tracks. Before she has time to react, footsteps echo up the stairs and Sir Edward walks into the room.

“Marian, Sir Guy is asking…” he begins but then notices me and stops in his tracks. “Who is this?”

I clear my throat and give Marian a pointed glance, readjusting the bundle of clothes I’m holding. She gets the hint.

“Father, I will explain everything later, I promise. Please, tell Sir Guy I am just getting changed and I will be down in a moment.”

“But who is your guest, you didn’t tell me you had company?” he asks with a perplexed frown. I stand up and incline my head respectfully. “I’m afraid I surprised your daughter by turning up unannounced… I apologise.”

Marian’s father stares at my dirty shift and disheveled, unbound hair. “Just what is going on here?” he demands, reaching for Marian and causing her to hiss in pain as his fingers close over her injured arm. He drops his hand, alarmed. “You are hurt?”

“Please, Father… not now. Gisborne is waiting, I don’t have time to explain”

Sir Edward nods, and heads downstairs.

Marian turns to me again, eyes blazing. “You have no right to put me in this position” she spits, but she has lost, and she knows it.

I just give her an innocent smile and watch as she flounces down the stairs. My mind is wheeling. Could I really be inside my favourite television show? The idea is ridiculous, and yet everything i see around me from the setting, to the people and even the situation is undeniably familiar.

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Little preview for the next #episodic ramblings

Keep it in your pants, Marian

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I called it! I knew Guy was religious

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What are some of Guy's favorite foods? Does he know how to cook any? Is he any good at it? Does he have any handicraft hobbies?

He likes sweet pasties with fruit, especially apple. Roast meats, of course. Just a lot of home made stuff. He enjoys grapes, which is unusual for his time (because they would be mostly used in the form of currants, vinegar or wine but not eaten fresh commonly) but he picked up the taste during picking season in France, and it makes him nostalgic.

Edit: -I can’t believe I forgot, he also likes mince pies (the British Christmas sweet) a lot.

He can cook some basic things because he has needed to be alone on the road with no money (and some of the time he was on the road with Isabella, she wasn’t always able to cook.) So, you know, he can roast a rabbit on a spit and throw some onions and mushrooms in a pan and gut and cook a fish, but he doesn’t have a signature dish or anything. He doesn’t especially enjoy it. He likes assisting and hanging around when others cook, though.

Handicraft hobbies? I hadn’t thought of it, but now that you mention it, I can see him doing some wood carving. Lonely, introverted boy entertaining himself and expressing his creativity with a knife? I can see it. It’s a quiet, patient sort of hobby. I can see Guy liking it.

He also likes grooming his horse himself, even though that’s the job of the stable kid. Not so much a hobby, but it is a relaxing activity he does with his hands.

Thank you for the ask and the reblog! ❤️

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What do you think is Guy's favorite childhood memory?

His favourite childhood memory…

He has two.

One is being summer, the windows are open so he can smell the grass and warm bread and sunshine -this is more of a feeling than an actual specific memory.

One is his father teaching him how to play chess

(If he wasn’t embarrassed, he would also perhaps mention that Ghislaine would let him brush her hair, when his father was gone and he was “the man of the house,” and how good that made him feel. But he was older then, so maybe it doesn’t count anyway.)

Thank you for sending an ask, new friend! 🥰

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What is your favourite trait in Guy?

I love that this is very similar to another ask you sent a couple of years ago! You know me so well, I’ll never tire of talking about Guy.

Let’s see, I’ll try not to get repetitive…

Favourite personality trait? I think that would be that he is so open to love. For someone who received so little of it, he keeps expecting to find it. I also love that he has his very own sense of honour -even having done so many things that are awful, he has his own lines he won’t cross. When Guy says “you have my word” he *means it*. I love his sense of humour, that we see so little of through the series. I don’t mean the toady smirking along to the sheriff’s crude jokes. I mean the little teasing one-liners he gives to people he’s starting to feel comfortable with. And I love how willing he is to apologise when he thinks the occasion calls for it (another mama Gisborne lesson). I love his protective side -he would make you feel so safe, if you let him.

Favourite behavioural trait would be probably his little chin tilt he does when he is gathering his dignity around him. And the eye-flutter he does when he gets an emotional reaction to something.

Favourite trait of his appearance is the shape of his mouth, and how expressive his eyes are.

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What is your favourite thing about Sir Guy? :)

Oh my God, where to start...

I’m a sucker for redeemable and tortured characters, for one. But Guy specifically -

I love how loyal he is. I love that, even though he wouldn’t think that about himself, when someone registers as “his person” he will shout and rage, but will give them chance after chance. (Isabella being a case in point.)

I don’t love his temper, but it does make me empathise with him, because I also have a temper and self-loathing issues that feed off each other.

I love him for never expecting that anyone would help him (for example in the last 3 episodes, when he, Robin and Archer were almost hanged, and he watched Robin and Archer get off, and legit didn’t think they were going to cut him down too.)

I love him when I see him watch the camaraderie and interactions between other characters, and he is standing there like a lemon because he just never had that. He just at the same time doesn’t expect to connect with anyone, but *does* expect to connect with them. I love when he takes the risk to show his vulnerability, and hate it at the same time, because it never goes well for him :(

He was repeatedly *begging* Marian to see him, and she never did.

I love how he wraps his sense of dignity and pride around him like a cloak. You can practically see him visualising it :)

I don’t love that he is doing it, but I love him a little bit more for being so easily influenced by those around him, because to me it’s a (dysfunctional) manifestation of his desire to connect. (That’s where the compass edit idea came from.)

I love his sarcastic little one-liners.

I love how he flutters his eyes when he gets emotional.

I love how he totally loses the fucking plot any time he is bodily manhandled by another character. There is a story behind that, but I haven’t figured it out yet.

I love how he habitually stands with his arms crossed, because he is shielding himself.

I love what he’s like in the scenes where he thinks he is connecting with Marian, but I can’t think of them too much, because it makes me too sad to think of how manipulated he was being during those same scenes.

I love that, even though he is supposed to be the prideful and self-centred bad guy, he is repeatedly the one that makes a step to compromise (see the scene in Walkabout where he is willing to work with Robin to find the Sherriff, and Robin is the one who is playing little head gamers with him. Or when they find out about Archer, Guy is the one who offers a hand and says they should work together- before Robin does.)

I love the way his lips look (Ok, that’s RA, but it’s Guy’s face, so...)

Does that begin to give you an idea?🙈

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Greetings Lady Augusta,

I just wondered: If you would have had a say about the script, how would season 3 have ended, what would have happened to the main characters - if it would have been the last season?

-Sir Guy of Gisborne-

Greetings my Lord,

I’ll cheat a bit, since you asked “how would season 3 have ended” rather than “what would have happened in season 3” - I will not change anything that happens before the last 2 episodes. So, I’m sorry but you would still have to team up with the outlaws, in my hypothetical. (Don’t worry though, I would make sure most of them die soon after 😘)

I would keep the siege of Nottingham Castle broadly unchanged… Mostly because I haven’t thought that far ahead, and not found another way to rid the world of Robin, Tuck and their lot. I also thought it was a good way to bring Vaisey back for the grand finale.

My main changes would be that Allan survives -they never decide he betrayed them, and he’s there for everything. (You should have said you believe him in that camp, Sir Guy.)

Archer gets the knife asap, because he’s insufferable. Isabella could easily do it.

I would have liked to have seen a better resolution for Isabella, and your relationship. I know it irritates you that they wrote you to be so gullible when it came to her, but I think you had a bond that deserved better. I would have included some kind of confrontation in the scene where she is your prisoner (and you give her the poison she ends up killing Robin with.) Because it’s undeniable that Isabella has a lot of demons and baggage from whatever Thornton put her through… And felt betrayed by you, however justified or not it was. I wouldn’t necessarily have had you reconciling, but I think you deserved to have a proper conversation and understand each other’s flaws and point of view a bit better. Maybe to be able to go your separate ways in some kind of peace.

If we keep the castle explosion (unless we think of another way to clean up the dead Hood wood) I would have it kill all the outlaws except for Much. You and Allan survive because you are still injured and he stayed behind with you (he was your boy after all 👉🏻👈🏻🥹) but your injuries are less severe, because Isabella didn’t stab you too. (I would have spared us both of that revolting death scene speech. Robin just fucks off and leaves you injured, because he is an asshole, but that just means the explosion kills him, so karma, bitch!) Those cellars are like a natural bomb shelter, so you could easily have survived the collapse down there, and found your way out later. Much would obviously be devastated after Robin dies, but we know he’ll be better off without that twat in his life. He can reconnect with Eve the girl the writers forgot existed (from s1e9: A thing or Two about Loyalty) and she can feed him and they can have adorable blond babies. The sheriff is dead, Prince John is bored with Nottingham and no longer pays attention, so the next sheriff is decent and there is no need for anyone to fill Hood’s (shitty) boots.

(Tuck lied, I shall avenge thee Sir Guy, he would get a particularly sticky end if I was controlling the script.)

The show ends, but we get a spin-off of you and Allan traveling around and finding new adventures/settling into new roles.

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What is your favourite thing about Guy, and why?

I touched on this a couple of times before (and I will reblog the posts after I answer this ask) but you know, it’s been a while since I wrote those, so let me do it again without reminding myself what I said back then.

There are so many things I love about Guy. It’s funny to think back to when I first “met” the character, and @evenstaredits ask sent me down a bit of a memory lane. I don’t actually remember when I went from “Oh, this is fun” to “I love him,” but I was at some point late in season 1. It might even have been the last episode.

I can honestly say I didn’t even think he was attractive in season 1. All that came later.

Gisborne was never the kind of character I usually get obsessed over, either. Traditionally, I’d be more of a Hood girl. I like wise-cracking rule-breakers. Allan, very much more my usual type.

I suppose if I have to pick one thing that makes me love him, it would be

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No, I really can’t pick one thing.

Part of it is that I love how he can be both so tarnished and so hopeful at the same time. Part of it is that I see a lot of my own demons in his worst traits.

Part of it is that, of anyone I’ve ever come across, Guy is the one who needs someone to really love him the most? And… that is the one fucking thing I can offer.

I don’t want to woobify Gisborne, I really don’t. I want everyone to see him as I do, warts and all. So… this is irritating, because it sounds very much like I am woobifying him, but it is what it is.

I think my favourite thing about Guy is how open he is. Literally all he needs is one person to believe in him for more than one day.

I also might like the grey morality of someone who would stop at nothing for the person he cares about 👉🏻👈🏻

But there are a lot of characters like that, and only one Guy. It’s impossible to untangle everything that makes him *him* and pick one favourite aspect.

He gives amazing hugs. And he’d always be up for holding hands in public That is one head canon hill I’ll die on 😋❤️

I’m sorry this is a bit stream-of-consciousness, dear Fizzy… what can I say. All of it is my favourite 🤭

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Hello!

A question regarding the Birthday Boy himself (Sir Guy of Gisborne ♥️); when did you first discover him?

So… back in summer 2019, I was reading a series called The Mirror Visitor, by Christelle Dabos (very much recommend it, by the way!) I was stuck waiting for the next book to be translated from the original French, and was amusing myself by deciding which actors I’d choose to play the characters in a film.

I was stuck on one of the characters, Thorn, and came across photos of RA while searching for “tall, severe, large nose, not conventionally attractive.”

Yes I know, sorry Richard ☠️ (I also photoshopped his hair platinum blond. It was as bad as it sounds.)

I was not familiar with the actor at all, so I looked him up a bit more, and in some video or other, I saw this scene:

And, I don’t know, I was a bit fascinated by the visual. So… I bought the first season

And binged all three seasons in 4 days.

Which means I have not only a date for Gisborne’s birthday, but also a date I “met” him. I am aware how unhinged this sounds, who cares. We die like Merry Men.

(This ask ties in nicely with another one @fizzyxcustard sent, so I’ll continue with hers)

Thank you 😊 for helping me celebrate!

[augusta-in-the-rain]

Do you have any Guy fanfictions you’re currently working on, or perhaps have in mind?

Hello Fizz ❤️

I’m not working on any fanfic right now, no. I’m forever hoping to unlock that darn writing mojo! But I do have a few ideas…

One involves an OC who finds herself in her favourite show, Isekai-style, and tries to change the outcomes for her favourite character without anyone realising the truth about her identity.

I would also like to write something about Guy’s “lost years” between the Locksley fire and the show -I’ve thought about those years so much, and I have many details about them in my head.

And I’d like to write about the aftermath of the show, too. What Guy did after he survived the castle explosion (because of course he survives). He would travel- maybe to Cyprus, or one of the crusader states in the Mediterranean. I’d like to write something very historically accurate about his later life there.

And by “I’d like to write” of course, I mean I’d like to have written, so I can read them. I’d like them to magically manifest into existence because I’m incapable of producing them 🫣😅

Thank you for the ask, and for reblogging our man’s birthday post ❤️

[augusta-in-the-rain]

You are not a premeditated list

or a recipe of perfection.

You are not a recorded inventory

of adjectives that

design a flawless human being.

You are not a checklist of

qualities that make a good person.

You are raw, and flawed.

You are broken tiles that create

artwork. You are a rainy day

that forms a beautiful rainbow.

You are an ugly sweater

that warms your heart all day.

You are imperfect in every sense

of the word; but I love

you twice as much for it.

(Julie Martinez)