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private indie rp as written by drea

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Taron Egerton as Robin Hood in Robin Hood (2018) 

[stormborn]

Robin Hood: Episode 1; Will You Tolerate This?

People of Nottingham! These men have committed no crime worth more than a spell in the stocks. Will you tolerate this injustice? I, for one, will not.

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#SAME

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callowaylilys‌:

the young duke chuckled, his hands having come to rest on her arms, holding her up.  richard gazed down at her. “’tis alright,” he replied, “are ye okay?” richard questioned, searching her eyes for any sign of being hurt. “oui,” the man replied, turning slightly if only to lead her to the kitchen she was in search for.  everyone was aware of the relationship between then french and the portuguese, and as much as he had wished for them to stay – if only for the sake of brielle – as soon as all his brothers agreed to go, he knew he had to go alongside with them. the portuguese were, after all, their dearest and closest family, regardless of the lack of blood relatives. “did ye wish tae eat something different?”

           shaking her head, the princess cheeks flushed  —- much like they did any time they interacted. an occurrence that always left her wondering, writing her sister often in an attempt to work it out. even if mitty often said that some things in life couldn’t be explained, at least not in the way brielle wanted them to be. her mind was filled with gears and lever, often too busy in her own head to pay any mind to her surroundings like now for example. “ oui, can’t say that i’m a stranger to knocking into things but at the very least it wasn’t a vase this time. “ or an old suit of armor, that managed to wake up more than half the castle and all she’d wanted to do was play with it. “ non, i was re-reading one of my sister’s letters... “ she paused for a second, placing a strand of her blonde hair behind one of her ears. “ when an idea sort of took over my... i was tinkering. “ she finished, not sure of how to continue her story. it was still strange, sharing her thoughts with someone outside of her very small family. she and her siblings had isolated themselves just like france had isolated itself politically for so long. and she used that isolation as something close to a defense, like a canon that was the closest thing she could compare it to. “ it keeps me calm. “ she finished with a soft sigh, before she dropped her hands which she only now realized were holding on to the duke’s arms. “  pardon. “ she finished, her hands coming together for a second before she sighed, and allowed her gaze to meet his.

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babspalvins‌:

a hearty laugh left the young man, head shaking in amusement. “while henry tells me that you and his queen are often up to antics, not all of us are constantly planning what to next put in someone’s hair.” he tried his best not to look suspicious, but came to the conclusion that it didn’t matter when it came to bess. he’d put one too many plants or bugs in her hair as “revenge” as a child to earn her trust, it seemed. “oh, he tells you of our letters, does he?” ant’s smile only grew larger. was his head getting bigger, as well? it was hard to tell at this point. his and henry’s corresponding wasn’t something he shied away from talking about. the details, however, weren’t as public. they had a code, after all. “not to worry though, dear cousin. frolicking has been scheduled for after dinner. ‘tis good for letting the food settle, you know.” with another chuckle, the man turned his attention towards bess’ son again. “now, how about you show me what you’ve got with that bow before your mum frightens me away?”

          " i’ll have you know that philly and i ‘ave never  —- maybe once. “ she finished with a snort, but she couldn’t exactly go through with it. pranks and mischievousness had just never fallen into her list of talents. “ but ah told alexander about it, even if he did it my cake. “ she explained, a soft smile taking over her features as she spoke. “ which means that i’m still as SAINTLY as the day i was born. “ she finished, only to snort as her cousin rambled on, to say that elizabeth spent much of her younger years interrupting play time with the boy simply because she wanted to chase after george would be an understatement. add to that the fact that she’d been acting like a mother, before she ever had her own children and well she was the one making sure they remembered to eat and fussing when they didn’t. “ ah, see here liam  —- dae ye remember the story mum told you? about how the portuguese king’s ‘ead grows bigger ‘n bigger every time we visit. we’ve just seen it happen darling, see.. “ she gestured toward’s anthony’s head before giving him a gentle push as if to say go on. george was a great teacher after all. 

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callowaylilys‌:

“– yeah, no regrets. i mean, what we did was stupid, i guess but – [ the girl paused, meeting the gaze of the girl before her, she was never one to shy away from her actual thoughts ] i don’t regret it. how could i? i enjoyed it. i was with you.  regardless of the twenty people that come in and yell at me everyday. granted, it probably shouldn’t have happened for the sake of your marriage but ..” [ zoey shrugged,  she was never going to understand this town and everyone’s obsession with everyone’s business.] “i don’t know, athena. i don’t even want to call what we did stupid. [ she sighed, shaking her head. it wasn’t stupid, not to her in the slightest. she had enjoyed it. there was something about knowing that something was forbidden that made things more excited. but that was just it, that was zoey. she always did things like that. ie. cheating on her girlfriend in high school with the sophomore she found attractive – athena. apparently, regardless of having graduated, she was still just as attracted to her.]  i sure did pick the perfect time to start a photography studio didn’t i? – oh, the yelling? i’d say about a 8.5 but don’t worry about it, it’s nothing i can’t handle. 

          ' i enjoyed it, i was with you. ‘ the comment alone was enough to bring the young girl to smile.  she was standing in front of someone she cared about  —- regardless of never being exclusive, athena had spent enough time with zoe to truly come to appreciate her. they shared the same sort of spirit, wild, un-tamable, they were two of a kind. perhaps that was the reason that they always ended up where they did. “ give me names, i’ll start kicking asses right now. “ she declared, a firm nod of her head as she spoke. “ you don’t DESERVE that and besides, where does this town get off judging anyway? “ she didn’t really want an answer to the question, truth was fairwood was the center for all things scandal. all one had to do was open a tabloid, and pick one. “ it’s fairwood, not fucking salem, the witch hunt is ridiculous. “ she added with a heavy sigh. “ so how about this, we both stop apologizing? “ because it wasn’t them, they didn’t apologize  —- ever. they did what they did whenever and however they wanted. “ and i don’t know... why don’t we just run away? unless you’re too attached to this studio... what you say? want to run away with me? “

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[jokoahd]

#Grrrr

[fcoppola]

Titanic • 1997, James Cameron She’s a pistol, Cal! Hope you can handle her.

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            she was the acting ceo of ford enterprises the news hadn’t sunk in  — not until now that she was sitting in a board room surrounded by men in suits, who were looking to hear her opinion on their latest endeavors. things had been moving in slow motion from the moment finn had called her, from the second she’d found out what had happened and she’d worked hard on trying to keep it together. because she and jason had talked about this, because she was old enough. it was time that she start to take some responsibility but she never thought that it would have come like this... 

no it shouldn’t have been like this and she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t feel anything. the mumbling of concentrated men around her. looking at charts and graphs that while now were familiar to her   — she didn’t understand and all she could focus on now was her brother. this was his chair, not hers. he was the ford that belonged here, not her. she hadn’t had a hand in building any of this, nothing. 

and she couldn’t breathe... 

‘ i... excuse me ‘ she manage to weakly offer as she shot up from her seat and made an almost run towards the doors. willing to keep herself together at least until she reached soe where, that wouldn’t be seen. she’d instinctively walked towards her brother’s office, closing the door behind her, hazel eyes landed on a picture on his desk. jason, amelia and the twins, a loud sob leaving her lips as she placed her hands over her mouth, in an attempt to cover them. 

but all she could do was cry, all of the sadness that was inside of her, every inch of it, accompanied by anger and every negative emotion she’d bottled up the last few months were catching up with her. when did she become this person? 

and why was this person so angry all the time? 

it had started with her parents, that much she knew and then thing after thing kept happening. not speaking to amelia, new york, breaking up with peter... and it made her wonder, no it made her believe that their family really was cursed. would they never be happy?  jason out of all people deserved that, she wanted that for him. she’d take all the unhappiness in the world. she didn’t care, he just had to wake up. “ please... please... please... “ she weakly mumbled, curling up in a corner of his office, knees against her chest as she struggled to catch her breath, it wasn’t until the door opened that she looked up. 

gemma? was she seeing things? 

no. that was her brother’s ex wife, and all the tiny blonde could really do was rush towards her, throwing her arms around her, while crying. “ help me... “ she pleaded, in between sobs. “ please, help me. “ she felt so alone, with the one parental figure she’d ever known in a hospital bed where she couldn’t help him. she couldn’t trade places with him and she couldn’t make it better. 

she wasn’t ‘ magic ‘ no she was just like everyone else or perhaps worse, because alexandra ford felt broken, dull and tired. was this what giving up felt like? 

it had t be.