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bruno bucciarati sleep paralysis
yall think she likes (and also heavily dislikes, all at the same time) cramped and dark spaces? yall think she sees two men standing at the foot of her bed sometimes and a familiar dread creeps over her as she wonders what papa felt like? do you think as the gang ran at breakneck speed through her beautiful home country that in her rare moments of rest, the shadows became shaped like diavolo? i do not think bucciarati so easily accepts moments of powerlessness, but the fear becoming disabling was somehow a comfort as well because oh right, i am a human after all.
john should've proved he'd do anything for jack by ripping a man's throat out with his teeth rick grimes style
im a HUGE fan of green johnny … ! Hooray!
Also in the color ref they have switched lipsticks hooray thats fun
when ppl write john marston as lowkey suicidal i jump for joy and applaud rapturously
"Poor lonesome cowboy"
This made me think about how so many people complain about how empty and angry the RDR1 epilogue feels. Not much to do but 1 mission then ride around and gamble.
It makes us uncomfortable and disappointed because the world goes from feeling so full to so lonely. It’s a reflection of Jack’s experience.
soo then who’s guarding camp..
oh john marston. you sack of shit. and yet i cannot help but imagine that sobbing, starving little boy with a noose around his neck, neck all rope-burned. he all but begged for arthur’s attention and for dutch’s approval. hosea never asked for much from him, he was just a boy, but little john marston had everything to prove. because what if they kick him to the curb? a loyal, rabid dog. a stupid mutt. never learned to love, never learned to be kind, just learned to be good the way dutch told it. to be good for dutch was to be good for others. that’s all he ever wanted- all he needed. what a fool.
Go Johnny Go!!!!
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Redraw almost a year apart
my gyjo heart is shattered
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Still alive (?) but barely breathing
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Woah mama (to be said in ur best Elvis impression)