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a funeral for my homeland ♟️
hello towerheads how are you 👅
all of this is multiple months old btw i just keep forgetting to post them
This is all I saw when that scene happened.
“Wait for me at the clearing at the end of the road.” -Cuthbert Allgood
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bro. do not make the mistake of putting your heart near his hand ! 😭😭😭
"Fie, Roland," said a voice from the shadows. It was reproachful, but there was laughter bubbling just beneath . . . as there always was. Cuthbert was his oldest friend—the marks of their first teeth had been embedded on many of the same toys—but Roland had in some ways never understood him. Nor was it just his laughter; on the long-ago day when Hax, the palace cook, was to be hung for a traitor on Gallows Hill, Cuthbert had been in an agony of terror and remorse. He'd told Roland he couldn't stay, couldn't watch . . . but in the end he had done both. Because neither the stupid jokes nor the easy surface emotions were the truth of Cuthbert Allgood.
As Roland entered the hollow at the center of the grove, a dark shape stepped out from behind the tree where it had been keeping. Halfway across the clearing, it resolved itself into a tall, narrow-hipped boy who was barefooted below his jeans and barechested above them. In one hand he held an enormous antique revolver—a kind which was sometimes called a beer-barrel because of the cylinder's size.
"Fie," Cuthbert repeated, as if he liked the sound of this word, not archaic only in forgotten backwaters like Mejis. "That's a fine way to treat the guard o' the watch, smacking the poor thin-faced fellow halfway to the nearest mountain-range!"
"If I'd been wearing a gun, I likely would have blown it to smithereens and woken half the countryside."
"I knew you wouldn't be going about strapped," Cuthbert answered mildly. "You're remarkably ill-looking, Roland son of Steven, but nobody's fool even as you approach the ancient age of fifteen."
Wizard and Glass, by Stephen King (The Dark Tower #4)
When you start to hyperfixate on something with a really small fan base and little to no new content, leaving you with that sort of restless kinetic energy feeling until you find something new that gives you the same dopamine rush<<<<
Pspspspspsppsp Cuthbert x Roland shippers come here…. Check out the edit my friend made for me ^_^