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DAILYFLICKS 30K EVENT: FAVORITE 90s FILM PER MEMBER
↳ MUPPET TREASURE ISLAND (1996)— Kraina (@sonyarebecchi)
He died? And this is supposed to be a kids’ movie.
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I haven't had time to make anything for @mygangtome this year but there's this video I made one night a couple weeks ago
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Make me evil
Then I'm an angel instead
At least you'll sanctify me when I'm dead
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Sherwood by Alfred Noyes
Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake?
Grey and ghostly shadows are gliding through the brake,
Shadows of the dappled deer, dreaming of the morn,
Dreaming of a shadowy man that winds a shadowy horn.
Robin Hood is here again: all his merry thieves
Hear a ghostly bugle-note shivering through the leaves,
Calling as he used to call, faint and far away,
In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.
Merry, merry England has kissed the lips of June:
All the wings of fairyland were here beneath the moon,
Like a flight of rose-leaves fluttering in a mist
Of opal and ruby and pearl and amethyst.
Merry, merry England is waking as of old,
With eyes of blither hazel and hair of brighter gold:
For Robin Hood is here again beneath the bursting spray
In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.
Love is in the greenwood building him a house
Of wild rose and hawthorn and honeysuckle boughs:
Love is in the greenwood, dawn is in the skies,
And Marian is waiting with a glory in her eyes.
Hark! The dazzled laverock climbs the golden steep!
Marian is waiting: is Robin Hood asleep?
Round the fairy grass-rings frolic elf and fay,
In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.
Oberon, Oberon, rake away the gold,
Rake away the red leaves, roll away the mould,
Rake away the gold leaves, roll away the red,
And wake Will Scarlett from his leafy forest bed.
Friar Tuck and Little John are riding down together
With quarter-staff and drinking-can and grey goose-feather.
The dead are coming back again, the years are rolled away
In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.
Softly over Sherwood the south wind blows.
All the heart of England his in every rose
Hears across the greenwood the sunny whisper leap,
Sherwood in the red dawn, is Robin Hood asleep?
Hark, the voice of England wakes him as of old
And, shattering the silence with a cry of brighter gold
Bugles in the greenwood echo from the steep,
Sherwood in the red dawn, is Robin Hood asleep?
Where the deer are gliding down the shadowy glen
All across the glades of fern he calls his merry men--
Doublets of the Lincoln green glancing through the May
In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day--
Calls them and they answer: from aisles of oak and ash
Rings the Follow! Follow! and the boughs begin to crash,
The ferns begin to flutter and the flowers begin to fly,
And through the crimson dawning the robber band goes by.
Robin! Robin! Robin! All his merry thieves
Answer as the bugle-note shivers through the leaves,
Calling as he used to call, faint and far away,
In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.
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My Gang to Me Day Past Post Themes
…in the past, each year on April 26th, the blog has posted to certain themes. Here’s a list of tags from year’s past, so you can go and enjoy that content.
Each tag contains multiple posts.
#scarlett and white club
- a collection of “trading card”-style posts that highlight minor series characters
#who they are now
- a look at the main cast, who they were then, who they are now
#tropes at work
- posts about the tropes that BBC Robin Hood uses (and sometimes abuses), posts cover two years of April 26ths, and are formatted differently depending on the year
#meet bbcrh
- introductions to the show, its characters and locations
#5 things- Five BBCRH Things We Can’t Stop Talking About, and One We’d Really, Really Rather Not Ever Have Mentioned
(for some reason the one we’d rather not have mentioned was incorrectly tagged, so follow the link above to find it)
Much Gets the Girl
Looks Like We’re Brothers In Arms Again After All - or, Will Scarlett and Allan A Dale’s Epic Broship
You May Now Sucker Punch the Groom
Will Saw London, Will Saw France, Will Saw What Was Lacking in D’Jaq’s Underpants
Liar, Liar, Tattoo–on Fire?
#i write bbcrh
- authors post links to their bbcrh fanfic
#former top post
- literally, our former top note-getting posts
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"Sleeeeep!"
Gifs of Allan a Dale (a.k.a. everyone's favourite outlaw*) from BBC Robin Hood episode 1x04 (part 2)
*Opinions may vary. Happy Robin Hood Day everyone! (@mygangtome)
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"Great, my father was a blacksmith. Doesn't mean I can make a horse-shoe!"
Gifs of Allan a Dale (a.k.a. everyone's favourite outlaw*) from BBC Robin Hood episode 1x05
*Opinions may vary. Happy Robin Hood Day everyone! (@mygangtome)
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In honor of My Gang to Me 2024, here’s an old fic in a brand new repost!
Never forget the outlaws!
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He has to have the glory, doesn't he? Glory? Nah. I think he just wants to be loved.
My Top Obscure/Under-Appreciated Ships [12 of ?]
↳ Robin and Marian, “Robin Hood" (BBC)
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Christmastime fic. Set somewhere after most of the events of S2 while the whole of the cast is still alive. Dan Scarlett is dead. (How awful is it to date a fic by who's dead and who isn't yet?)
Good outlaws deserve a holiday.
Cozy good times.
Posting for My Gang to Me 2024
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I saved all your letters
this was supposed to have a bunch more parts, but then I broke my leg and my wrist, and so this is all I got done for Robin Hood day: my theory about why Marian is literate
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As soon as he hears her footsteps, he sighs. Whenever the Sheriff is away on business, they have a houseguest: his little daughter, Marian. Two years younger than him, and endlessly infuriating.
“What are you doing?” she asks, as she does about three thousand times per day.
“Writing,” he says, refusing to look up from his work. At eleven, he feels very worldly and important whenever he has lessons to do — at least for the first ten minutes. Then he gets distracted and runs off to do something else until his father or his tutor swats him back to the desk.
Marian comes up right behind him, staring down over his shoulder. Again: infuriating. “What does it say?”
He traces the line with his stylus. He likes the way the letters sink into the wax; he likes it even better when he’s done for the day and can smooth them away. “Omnia vincit amor,” he reads.
She frowns at him.
“It’s Latin,” he says.
“Oh. That’s boring.” Frankly, he agrees. Nothing worse than copying lines of poetry in Latin, no matter how grown-up it makes him feel.
Robin knows from long experience that she won’t leave him alone until she has something to mull over, so he takes up his stylus again and writes something else below his required lines.
“What’s that, then?”
He gives her a grin. “It says Marian.” He points at the first letter. “This letter makes the ‘m’ sound. And then ‘aah’ after that, and again at the end — you see?”
“Hmm,” she says, but she looks decidedly more pleased. She reaches across him to trace the shape of the letter M with her finger, then gives him a nudge. “When will I learn to do this?”
A knot forms in his stomach. He thinks it might be shame. “Well,” he says slowly, “I suppose you won’t.”
She frowns at him. “Why not?”
“Because you are a girl.” It sounds awful coming out of his mouth. He knows it’s true, and he’s never even questioned it before this very moment, but now it seems impossible. When has being a girl ever stopped Marian from anything?
“That’s stupid,” she informs him, right on cue. She flounces down next to him on the bench, smoothing her skirts across her knees, and plucks the quill from his hand. “If no one else will teach me, I suppose that you will have to.”
He snatches the pen back. “I can’t, Marian, my tutor will be here in an hour—”
“Then it’s good that I’m a quick learner,” she says with finality, and he can’t argue with that. He hands her the stylus and forms her fingers around it in the way he was shown by his own tutor, years ago.
Marian says, “Here we are. What letter comes first?”
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Also: a quick plug for this one-shot from 2015 that I added a couple chapters to (and intend to add more at some point but...broken wrist)
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Robin Hood (BBC 2006) is very modern and updated and hip version of the legend with some of Marian's clothes literally coming from Top Shop; the cast all made fun of Marian's jewelry coming from Accessorize.
But beyond being a retelling of an English folk hero, there is something about Marian and Robin that feel to me like Penelope and Odysseus. Robin takes forever to come home, only to find it full of Marian's new suitor. She holds that same suitor off not with a burial shroud that she's weaving but the promise of "when the King returns". They are both very clever and crafty in ways their enemies don't expect. In this essay, I will
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