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[gildedinferno-a]

holds dutch's hand. because he's scared but don't tell anyone.

and  he  never  tells  a  soul.  except  maybe  hosea. @dumbgun

[nctagoodman-blog]

*kisses arthur's cheek*

  “aw shucks, that’s very sweet of ya.”

[anotherbadman]

“I just — I’m breathless, okay? Whenever I’m with you, it happens.”

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 (x)

Those words had Arthur’s skin prickling. The last thing he expected was for gentle teasing to give rise to this, what almost sounded like a confession on Archer’s lips, and yet spoken so freely. There was something enviable about that. Some might put it down to stupidity rather than some odd fearlessness, but Arthur knew stupidity and that wasn’t it.

“Should probably get that checked out,” Arthur said flatly, eyes on his working hands as he hitched his horse, but the flicker of a smile gave him away. “Or perhaps I should start goin’ easier on you?”

@dumbgun | always accepting

[anguishsin-moved]

“   tell   me,   what   was   old   dutch   like   growing   up?   ”   he   leaned   forward,   elbows   resting   on   the   table   in   front   of   him.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋   //   𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆   //  @dumbgun

[gildedinferno-a]

"stop denying your wife, dumb bitch"

always call dutch out for not showing his love for his wife @vainlass enough. @dumbgun

‘  Excuse  me?  ‘

[nctagoodman-blog]

@dumbgun continued from here;;

   “best we walk---- ain’t too far, anyway.” and come think of it, would either of the two get more drinks than intended into their system (which is very likely to happen, really), arthur’s not particularly sure they’d be able to ride their way back into camp. so walking it is. “gotta unwind sometime, right? c’mon, let’s get goin’.” the gunslinger can dig this. no questions asked, just--- going along to what he’s asking for.

[desertlightning]

“But I knew, even from the beginning, they were dangerous.” ( for kieran )

      He’s almost cradling the metal bowl of stew. Something about starving whilst tied to a tree makes him appreciate every bite. It’s something he’ll grow out of, eventually. Kieran is a nervous sort, his hands shake as he drags his chunk of bread around the bowl to catch the last of the gravy. 

      “I ain’t… Well you know I ain’t been around long. I don’t know much ‘bout before - and I ain’t gonna ask but… These fella’s, they are dangerous, but they ain’t like Colm.” Kieran pauses, looking up over the table, pointing softly with his gravy bread between his fingers

      “Trust me, I seen both sides of this feud, and here, with you guys? I wouldn’t ever go back to Colm. Not ever.”

@dumbgun . | under the red hood. | aa. 

[wisenedup]

@dumbgun || boop

                     ❝  SO  SHOULD  YOU .   ❞         so  should  everyone ,   but  no  -  one  tended  to  listen  to  what  their  bodies  needed  these  days  .    archer  was  restless   &   the  idea  of  laying  in  bed  was  infuriating  ,   even  trying  for  ten  minutes  made  him  want  to  scream .     ❝  i  tried .   i  tried  reading &  the  letters  kept  jumpin’  ‘round   &  i  couldn’t  read  ‘em .    what  am  i  meant  t’do  ?  ❞

Bill shook his head a little. Painfully, one eye opened. His body felt like it weighed a million pounds, and his eyes throbbed in their sockets, but he levered himself onto one elbow.       “I’am, ‘r tryin’ to, anyway.” It was hard to hide his annoyance. He didn’t want to be, he really didn’t; he knew as well as anyone how difficult it could be to sleep. But the day had been long and hard, and he knew how much they needed their rest.         Scrubbing at his eyes, he pushed himself all the way up right and made a beckoning gesture. “C’mere,” he mumbled. “Massage might help.”