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I’m Bill S. Preston, Esquire !                                         And I’m Ted “Theodore” Logan !

                                    AND WE’RE … WYLD STALLYNS !

independent, selective and mutually exclusive bill & ted blogs, written by nerd & tammy.

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          { the castle grounds hadn’t been disturbed for hours, she             had been a prisoner to one of gisborne’s dull and rather             amusing attempts at trying to win her affection. all day,              he had been on her mind, he being the most notorious              outlaw of nottingham. an argument with a couple of the             guards, that would certainly land her in trouble with the             sheriff but other that, it was an easy transition. }

                           { the sun cast; orange and pinks splattered. }                       { leaves crunched at the sound of her light footsteps,                  now in the land of outlaws; sherwood forest. she rested                  her hues on the ground, her features softened, the sun                  setting rather quickly. a smile touched her lips, how familiar                  his presence was to her. }

                                                ❝ It’s rude to sneak up on a  w o m a n. ❞

             ( The rest of the day he'd been hunting. Lately the                        group had been running low on food for themselves,                         given that they kept handing it over to those worse off                        than them. )                                    ( But here he is. Not really one to miss an agreed time.                                       It was almost an assigned meeting place they came                                      to -- the location was not exact, but more or so a                                      general span of area. Robin had always been quite                                      good at finding things, after all. )                ( He approaches from behind, eyebrow raised at the                   statement as he  s t o p s  a foot or so distance from                   her heels. )        ❛---- Is it ?❜                 ❛I never realized.❜

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         « wonderful! i shall leave you to it, man. »                   with that, he takes the bow from his back                   and hands it gently to the stranger. but as he                   reaches for his quiver — oh, he took it, didn’t he?                   oh, god, didn’t he take it? oh, but what if he didn’t?

         « oh, goodness — oh, my — i — i —          i fear i have forgotten my arrows… ! »

           ❛Oh, I wouldn't worry [ too ] much about that if I were you !❜         ( As a smirk curled at his lips, he took the proffered bow.            He balances it in one hand before crouching low towards            the ground, running his hand over the layer of dirt. )                     ( He had not expected a situation like this one to occur, hence why                        he did not possess his own weaponry at this moment in time. Those                        he left back at the camp ; he'd only been hunting firewood. )               ( When he stands once more, in his hand is a small collection                 of pebbles. They wouldn't do much  d a m a g e , but they could                  certainly hurt enough to put the assassins off. Unless he                 aimed straight at their foreheads, but he'd avoid that if he could. )        ❛Any idea where they're coming from           or is this a game of hide and seek ?❜

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                 ‘ mm, hilarious. my sides are splitting, really. ’

          ❛I didn't realize you were an expert in sarcasm.❜            ❛Though I must say it's not hard to be--❜                      ❛Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit !❜

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                 ‘ oh — ? and who are you to                       decide what’s true and what isn’t — ? ’

          ❛Well I'd ask the same of you !❜                        ❛Maybe you just don't have a sense of humour !❜            ❛Meanwhile, I only EVER tell funny jokes.❜

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     He was aware it was a test - a clever one, laid with care and the tiniest hint of truth to bait a man in. Allan frowned as he paused in his path, his bright eyes narrowing as they met the practically gloating expression on Robin’s face… but how could he take the chance that maybe it was true?

     It just wasn’t in his nature, and the outlaw began to walk once more: although his feet placed more carefully on the ground with each step, as though even the journey there was laced with traps.

       ❛F i n e. I’ll come.                                 But I swear: you’d better have something good, Robin.            It’s not nice to trick your friends!❜

     The irony of his statement was not lost on Allan - but perhaps it would draw some part of his conscience to the front of Robin’s mind.

           ❛Isn't it ? You know it would all depend                          on what you view see as being a 'good'                           reward.❜                             ❛Is it 'good' if you deserve it or 'good' if it suits your taste ?❜           ( While he says these things playfully, an ounce of seriousness             lies somewhere in his words -- a very  d e e p  question to ask,             really. Philosophy wasn't Robin's best subject, but to say he              didn't have moments of random enlightenment would be a lie. )                   ❛You are the one who wants it, remember.❜                                      ❛It doesn't matter what the reward is,                              it matters whether or not you would take the risk.❜          ( Or in other words, would he put his [ greed ]            above the danger he could be walking into ? )

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                ‘ who says i claimed anything — ?                      maybe it was just a statement of fact. ’

          ❛I could be offended by that !❜                        ❛⁻⁻ But since it's not at all true, I could hardly do such a thing.❜

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You can learn a lot about someone from the music they listen to. Hit shuffle on your ipod, phone, itunes, media player, etc. and write down the first 20 songs, then pass this on to 10 11 people. One rule: No skipping! 

tagged by: decayingtimelord

Point of No Return - Starset

Rock N' Roll Dream - AC/DC

Sunny Side of Love - Aerosmith

Give 'Em Hell Kid - My Chemical Romance

Disappear - Evanescence

Dearest (I'm So Sorry) - Picture Me Broken

Fear of The Dark (Live '01) - Iron Maiden

A Fool in Love - Whitesnake

Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen

The End - The Dirty Youth

The Headless Children - WASP

Pride and Joy - Whitesnake

Bicycle Race - Queen

Big Guns - Skid Row

That Was Just Your Life - Metallica

The Alchemist - Iron Maiden

Set the World on Fire - Black Veil Brides

Showbiz - Muse

Neutron Star Collision - Muse

Oasis in the Night - Aerosmith

tagging: whoever idk

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                 ‘ — nothing, if it’s actually funny. ’

          ❛Are you claiming my jokes aren't amusing ?❜

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          ❛What's wrong with a little bit of humour ? ( ! )❜

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[19:36:09] Lexi: U R THE ROBIN HOOD OF MINECRAFT/SKY WARS HEATHER

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➳ out.       like this for a short starter!

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if someone were to make a blog for a folklore robin-hood-era based character what characters would you like to see

➳ out.      do u want a list bc there's a lot but okay in order of preference ;

1. Little John2. FRIAR TUCK2. Sheriff of Nottingham3. Much the Miller's son4. Guy of Gisborne5. Prince John tho6. Or even King Richard the Lionheart if u wanna go there7. Any other of the merry men ! ( Arthur-a-Bland, David of Doncaster, Will Stutely, or Allan-a-Dale. )

this was totally not in order of preference. 

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Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre

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Headcanon #3 : family ties 

Given that Will Scarlet is Robin's nephew, and his last name is different to Robin's, it's clear that Robin had at least one sister whom married a man by the last name of Scarlet. She will have died while Robin was away in the Holy Land and he returned to find she had starved to death because of the Sheriff's rule. This is another reason why Robin fights for his cause ; because the Sheriff caused the death of Robin's only and older sister. She would have been at least 17 or so years older than Robin, as Will is only a couple of years younger than him. In between Robin and his sister, there would have been a brother, but since Robin became a noble and gained rule of Locksley at a young age, he was more than likely still born, or died a few months after birth. Which would mean that his parents would have needed time before trying for another child, and probably only did so because they needed a male heir to take charge of Locksley. So, he would have been around 5 at the time of his sister's death, and about 10-15 years later his parents would have died from old age, or perhaps starvation from looking after the rest of his sister's family at around the age of 55. ADDITION: Robin's mum died during childbirth, generally because of the  fact she's already lost one child. His dad then died trying to provide for his family by himself.

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' i never said you couldn't,but do shut up, robin. ’ she is thankful for the reassurance, however ;; she knew he could look after himself, but she doubted that he could look after himself right now. she knows that he’s the best archer she has ever met, and she knows that he has truly cheated death so many times before… but she can smell death, so close. she knows its quaint scent. death is a F R I E N D — but she is not willing to give robin up.  so she squeezes his hand once more, before she allows herself to focus upon what she is about to do ;; the image of the small wooden box he speaks of, which she thankfully has seen before, in the hollow beneath the great oak fills her mind, and she takes in a deep breath as in to steady her frantic heart. she seems to be drifting elsewhere, as if she herself had left robin to go out to fetch this box — but she knows she hasn’t. her hands still remain tightly latched to his.        she opens her eyes ;; and when she does, the box lies in her hands. she is so        amazed and shocked that it worked that she nearly dropped, but thankfully, she        did not — letting go of robin’s hand, she opened the box, and with trembling, —        bloody hands, she searched for the needle and thread. ’ i can do this, ’ she        keeps whispering, ignoring the fact she had just performed magic in front of another human being, an act she has never done before. it feels almost forbidden, but she is so very focused on saving robin’s life it does not truly matter! she knows he won’t point at her and call her a D E M O N ;; and so it doesn’t matter. he accepts her for what she is, demon or not. & that is why she has to save him. 

     ( She had not left his side, and yet she was already in            possession of the necessary equipment. Perhaps he would            have been surprised if t'was not for the disorientation and            nausea settling in due to the loss of blood -- vision slightly            blurred and wavering. Well, perhaps the people had not been            wrong when they had accused her of sorcery. But he did not            much care. Whether she may be in league with sᴀᴛᴀɴ or not            did not matter to Robin, for she was his friend. )                          ( They were very much in the same boat in this sense.                             A witch and a HERETIC. They could both be burned at                             the stake for that, though any punishment or sentence                             Robin may ever receive would likely be a lot slower                             and more painful than just a  f i r e. )               ( He watches her retrieve the needle and thread in silence,                  as she had demanded silence of him. Yet, whether or not                  his gaze may be concentrate doesn't matter -- spots of                   darkness clouding his vision, perspiration on his forehead                  and his palms ; the clammy touch of death that he's itching                  to avoid. And hopefully he could do just that. )                                    ❛⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃᶰ❜                       ( He has confidence in her, of course. Maybe confidence                          was the only thing he really needed -- because he has                          plenty of that to go around. )