#willofnottingham

[robbshood]

text 💬 wibbie

Robbie: Don't tell Mary Kate, but I broke a bottle of wine trying to open it with a sword AGAIN.

[jungleboyblake]

text 💬 wake

Blake: Hey, are we ever going to get more trees outside of our bedroom? Because I knoooow we're married and I can use the door like a normal person, but wouldn't it be so much hotter if I could swing into bed every night instead?

[marykatehood]

text 💬 willkate

Mary Kate: I really should just never try to cook again. I didn't light anything on fire this time, but I tried to make brownies and they wouldn't even rise. It's like... flat hard chocolate bricks.

[kalasinambrosius]

TEXT ✉️♣ KILL

Kalasin: WHY!!! IS ZAC EFRON!!! PLAYING TED BUNDY!!!

[marykatehood]

TEXT ✉️♘ WILLKATE

Mary Kate: Inquiring minds (who may or may not belong to girls named Mary Kate and Venus) are wondering how you feel about the idea of other people doing body shots off of Blake these days.

[marykatehood]

❓ + picking out presents to gift to the less fortunate

Mary Kate’s favorite part of the season was picking out presents to give to kids who had had unfortunate years. Although the circumstances were sad, knowing that they still got things to enjoy during the holiday season, even if they’d lost homes or parents or gotten sick during the last calendar year, made her holiday season feel a little brighter, and this time, she’d dragged Will along with her. "Okay, you’re going to have to hold me back from buying like... half off this toy store for people, I always get so excited about how cool kids toys are these days, I love imagining them getting to play with them... and maybe I like testing them out before we get them for them,” Mary Kat sing-songed happily as she grabbed Will’s arm and steered him down the first aisle.

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[marykatehood]

@willofnottingham:

Thank you for ensuring that I never have suitors ever. Not that I had any before, but honestly, my family potentially harming my significant other is still a deal-breaker, from the other end. If someone’s trying to hurt my family though, they deserve what’s coming to them, especially if what’s coming to them is an ultra intimidating and powerful five-time archery champion.

You’re welcome for ensuring that no one who doesn’t deserve you ever, ever wastes your time. I mean, I happen to know a guy or two who would absolutely not be scared of me trying to beat them up, just saying. Or who would totally just stand there and let me beat them up, as long as you patched them up at the end or did something gross like kiss it better. That has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? Maybe I’ll stop at five; five’s the charm, then pass it to Charlie like Law did with me. Even though I completely would have beat him anyway. He bowed out before I could embarrass him, but I’ll let him think he was just being a nice older brother.

[marykatehood]

It had been such a long day. And though in the end, everything had turned out according to plan and Mary Kate had enjoyed herself, she was very glad her parents weren’t due for another milestone anniversary for a few years. She’d really managed to tucker herself out trying to make this one as perfect as she could; the idea of that level of pressure all over again next year wasn’t something she wanted on her horizon. Still, as the night dwindled, Mary Kate couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was missing. She’d gone to all this work, she’d won the contest, and still it felt like the night wasn’t perfect. Before she could end up frowning or making any kind of scene, though, she’d excused herself from the fold. The last thing she needed was another night like the wedding, where she did something that someone would regret. She’d just fixed almost all the bridges she had burned this summer; Mary Kate didn’t want to let her own antsyness cause her to light up another one.

Her tree house would keep her safe. It was where she and her dad had always gone growing up; it was like her own special little corner of the world, where it was just her and her thoughts and nothing else could bother her. At least... usually nothing else could bother her. Tonight as she climbed in she noticed another person in her space, and she was on the brink of yelling at them to get out and leave her alone when she realized who it was. Will. The last burned bridge. The one that was kind of fixed, but not really. Her cousin standing in the stands rooting for her today wasn’t exactly the same as them actually speaking, and Mary Kate scuffed the toe of her shoe along the wood floor awkwardly, saying, “Oh, uh... Hey. What are you doing up here?”

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