#thomas durant

[glittergelpensherlock]

"Do you not believe in a higher power?"

Yes, sir. I wear it on my hip.

~ Cullen Bohannon, Hell On Wheels

[amandabe11man]

back with more HOW-memes, damn I never miss

[stilloutofmyvulcanmind]

I just love the way Dominique delivers the line "it must be tough to be you" in 1:04. It's so sweet and innocent, yet filled with sarcasm, it's perfect. And like, also so totally relatable because how many women have used that exact same tone when being made to listen to an insufferable man 😂

[robertiamlegendneville]

You’re not yet an old man, Mr. Bohannon. But you are no longer young.

Thomas Durant, “Hell on Wheels”

[nocturnal-birb]

A description of Cullen Bohannon by Durant

THIS FUCKING MAN

Me rewatching Hell on Wheels cause lord god above, Bohannon has been haunting my sorry ass and so here we are

I hate his smug ass piece of shit but god i love him too much to hate his guts or this case his god damned ballsy ass

[thenighteternal]

Hell on Wheels: Cullen and Thomas: Oil Paint Re-Ed

[adamdalgliesh]

Something happened while I was resting in the wagon. I had a dream that I was - I was awake. You had a vision. I was surrounded by love and people who I felt was my family, but I had never met them.

hell on wheels rewatch: the game (3.04)

[greetingsdr]

Thomas Durant - [Hell on Wheels]

“Five years ago, the American people, torn apart by war, cried out into the darkness and turned a hopeful ear to the void for an answer. Americans needed a dream. And I gave them one. A transcontinental railroad that would unite this nation and its people. Dreams don’t come pretty, the don’t come clean, and they sure as hell don’t come simple…they come true. Truth delivered by lies is no less true, and dreams made reality by falsehood are no less real. Seventeen hundred and seventy-six miles of iron track, that is what I delivered! Track upon which thousands of wheels will now revolve, carrying on their axles the wealth of half the world. Drawn by the iron horse, darkening the landscape with his smoky breath, announcing to the world with its piercing scream that we are a great people who can accomplish great things. Yet, the American people, driven by their cowardly representatives in Washington, are in need of a villain. And so here I sit, elected by you, to play my part… The part of the scapegoat. The patsy. Sent into the wilderness so that men sitting in this room can lay their sins upon my back, and claim they themselves are clean. Men enjoying an immunity while enriching themselves on the backs of those who sacrificed everything to make manifest America’s destiny.”