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[vnwnkle-blog]

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   ❝ not this shit again, morgan.❞  now he wishes he would have gone to bed like everyone else had but noooo, he just had to stay up and try to start some sort of conversation that was obviously backfiring now. marston isn’t no stranger to arthur’s scoldings and as hosea would put it, morgan is only being a hardass because he cares. talk about a funny way of showing it. the young outlaw sits cross-legged on the ground from across the older, scars still fresh in their healing and brow knitted so tightly together they look as if they’re one. what does marston want, though? his issues were quite personal and had he known morgan was paying attention to him that much, he’d have avoided him a lot more.  ❝ ain’t as easy as you think..’bout me figurin’ out what i want. i mean, you see what i’m dealing with. ❞  john gestures towards the tent he shares with abigail and jack with obvious confliction. how could he even tell arthur what she said? what she wanted when the last time john left, the man still hasn’t looked at him the same. but despite their constant issues and berating, he trusts arthur more than he’s ever trusted another.  ❝ abigail--she...she was talkin’ about how the gang ain’t good for no kid to be raised and about ranches. she wants us to just leave, settle down somewhere and be a family. ❞

[iriish]

     „Have ye ALWAYS been this stupid or is that a new way of doin' t'ings around here?“ 

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[eisyhs]

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   her heart is rapidly pounding from the second the man moves for his steed and she follows close on his heels, skirt hiked up at the ankles and pace stomping along. it doesn’t seem like anyone else is paying arthur’s issue much attention aside from her in this very annoying moment-- not like she can physically stop him like the other men in camp probably could. ❝ i know you’re upset and want revenge like most men would, but for the love of whatever you pray to, mister morgan!❞  shysie’s hands are already reaching up to grasp the reins just as tightly, expression frantic and tone desperate. ❝ don’t go, please! those men aren’t worth losing you over and if you die? they win.. they’ll win and you would lose!❞

[vnwnkle-blog]

“ just stop it. ”

- ; phrases that really hit you where it hurts

   does he not know marston at all? to utter those words, command it as if the man wasn’t stubborn and would back down from where he stood. from what the hell he’s been saying all night. with the moon and stars as his witness, the young outlaw meant what he said about not leaving arthur behind. ❝no, YOU stop it. for years i’ve had to deal with you bossin’ me ‘round and tellin’ me how shit was goin’ to work, but if you think for a second i’m leavin’ you out here with that cough to fend for yourself, then..❞ marston drags in an unsteady breath, fists clenched tightly because he’s preparing himself for whatever comes next, be it a gunshot or a blow to the jaw. ❝then you’re gonna have to kill me, morgan. kill me right now because there ain’t no other way to make me leave.❞

[riversent-a]

                                     half god’s movements can best be described as twitchy it’s one of the reasons he chose music, the piano gives him something to do with his hands. now he stands in the mouth of the garage, the smell of oil and metal so thick in the air he can practically taste it. he fidgets, looks almost nervous as he toys with the rings littered across his fingers. but then something shifts, like a flip of the switch ! he grins, looks far too much like the cat who caught the canary. “-- heph still giving you shit, huh ? ” amusement lingers in his tone, no matter how carefully he steps he knows this is a sensitive topic, knows he probably shouldn’t comment on it. but oh, that’s why he does.  “i uh. . . don’t drive... but i’d recognize that thing anywhere.” head twitches in the direction of the car before he strides closer. “and the uh...” hand motions to his own face as he scowls, as if in reference. “- - fury.” 

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[barbedswatter-blog]

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were zonked out.”

fo4 meme // accepting // @loyalgun

“Good thing you know better than ain’t it?”  Seems like even 200 years and a nuclear bomb drop isn’t enough to make people mind their own god damn business. Not that she has any business to dig into mind, because she isn’t zonked out anyway. Granted she’s taken a few extra mentats than the last couple of times, but they keep her focused. So sue her. It isn’t like she can pop down to her local chemist and get her ritalin prescription filled. “I ain’t zonked, trust me I wish I was. If I fuck up this job you can lord over me all you want but till then shut your trap, alright.”