Latest Posts by captainhadleyswhore - Page 3
Me asf
UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm crying hes just a bigass baby
James Gandolfini, The Sopranos behind the scenes
daisies
Battle wounds (just a sketch)
Why would you need a new sword every day, my lord?🤨
Arthur, switching from bitter laughter to the verge of tears, while telling Sister Calderon that he's afraid, with his lips slightly quivering from the attempt to hide his fear, will forever haunt my thoughts.
how can i see him
i dont wanna get political but i wanna rip sometjing apart this is so cute.
୨୧ jamber headcanons for the soul
(because i miss them)
amber tells joey all the work gossip from the front of the house. joey tells amber all the work gossip from the back of the house
most of the modern music joey knows is from amber playing it in the car. he will not admit that he likes it but amber notices what songs he nods along to and makes a special playlist of them
the later it gets the cuddlier that man is. by midnight they’re asleep with her fingers running through his hair and his arms around her
^ and yes this is with no less than 5 huge blankets atop them. amber needs blankets
amber lets him infodump about anything he’s genuinely interested in for as long as he wants. if she points out this is infodumping he won’t do it so she just sits and listens
similarly joey will also be quiet and let her speak and then by the end of the week he’s giving her something related to it
joey usually wakes up before amber and will either be all soft with her (lil kisses, stroking her face) or wiggle his way out of bed to make her breakfast
when amber cries he’ll always get really pissed at whatever made her cry. yes this means the oven and also the washing machine
1989 johnigail thank u everyone
Hey! I hope you're doing well. I’m reaching out because I really need help getting more eyes on my pinned post. It’s for a family in need, and a simple reblog could make a huge difference. Would you mind boosting it? Thank you so much! 💛
Np bestie, hope this helps!!
Help a Family in Need
I am reaching out on behalf of my dear friend, Mohamad S., who is facing one of the most challenging times of his life. Mohamad is 37 years old and left his homeland in 2015 in search of a safer and better future. He’s a kind, hardworking man, and his small family has always been his greatest priority.
Living abroad, Mohamad has recently endured unimaginable loss and financial strain. Amidst the ongoing conflict in his homeland, his mother passed away, leaving behind his sister and her five young children—the last remaining members of his immediate family.
As the situation worsened, Mohamad managed to help his sister and her children escape to safety in Egypt, covering their immediate needs and securing a temporary refuge for them. Since then, he has been fully responsible for providing everything they need to survive during this transition.
In his efforts to support his family and cope with this devastating loss, Mohamad has found himself deeply in debt. To make matters even more difficult, he recently underwent knee surgery, which limits his ability to return to work for the foreseeable future. This has made it even harder for him to manage his financial responsibilities and the pressing need to provide his family with a stable future.
Mohamad is now working to bring his sister and her five children to join him in Belgium, where he hopes they can find stability and opportunity after all they’ve endured. This transition, however, requires significant resources that he is currently unable to meet alone.
For privacy reasons, we are not sharing Mohamad’s full name, as he has chosen to keep his identity discreet. While he initially refused the idea of asking for help, I couldn’t stand by and watch him struggle alone. I insisted on doing this for him because he deserves a chance to overcome these challenges.
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Everyone here on Tumblr you know that the war in Gaza is over but for me the war is not over because when you see yourself living in a tent that does not protect you from the rain and cold or you see yourself unable to provide food for yourself and your family and you see your memories become a dream and you cannot do anything and you are confused this is the real war your donation makes a difference in my life
I am so obsessed with them that I made a moodboard of their happy ending 😭
[all pictures are from Pinterest]
to all the people who talk shit about mary, arthur would hate you and beat the shit out of you.
arthur morgan if he was a mixed martial artist
+ bonus
dude i just know he'd dominate everyone on the mic and inside the octagon
That one stag that appears on top of the plateau in New Hannover after you finish the story. He just stands there and takes a long ass look at the prairies like a fucking king he is
Darkness brings evil things, oh, the reckoning begins.
I constantly think about Arthur's quote, "I can barely speak English." because the same man is saying things like, "I must moderate my approach to wine." "Despite my best efforts to the contrary..." or "I have to insist." At times he can be poetic (threatening or not) in the way he says things too. For example, "Maybe when your mother's finished mourning your father, I'll keep her in black on your behalf." Or one of my favorites, "Lack of something to feel important about is almost the greatest tragedy a man can have."
Or how about when he finds that crashed airship along Little Creek River? He mentions Icarus, a Greek myth about a man who flew too close to the sun and the wax melted, causing Icarus to plunge into the sea and drown. At that time not everyone is learning and reading classical literature, you literally have to go out of your way and read that shit in a book. Sure Dutch and Hosea taught him to read, but what outlaw is teaching a teenager about Greek Mythology?
Arthur is smarter than he gives himself credit for. He's by no means stupid. He's self-aware and far more emotionally intelligent than he comes off as.
And it makes it a bit more tragic when you think of the potential Arthur might’ve had outside of being an outlaw.
Let's go home
ain't none of my business what you do after hours....
Time for new headcanons 👀🙏🏻
I believe that Mary in her youth was full of love and passion for adventure! Arthur opened up a new world for her and they were truly completely absorbed in each other and the events around them.
And of course she was a frequent visitor to the gang’s camp!
🥺mama and papa
a little continuation to the story about the scar! 👀🌸
It always broke my heart the way Arthur talked about himself when looking in the mirror… I'm sure he always hated himself and his self-esteem was terrible.. and therefore Mary very often talked about how good and handsome he was, just at any moment of their time together..
p.s. don't blame me, I'm such a romantic at heart.. I'm sure these two had so many sweet moments together.. because the game clearly makes it clear how much they loved each other
pov: Arthur and Mary often went to the mountains together and spent whole days there, enjoying each other’s company and meeting orders and sunrises 🌼🌻
a kiss for each of your finger tips.
then a kiss on your palm, his whiskers scratchy against it as he brought it to cradle his face.
saying goodbye to arthur was never easy. tears welled up the moment he approached his mount. the silhouette of him walking from you was almost too much to bare, and dripped down your face in silent runs.
“sweet girl.” he’d say scoldingly when he turned around to see you, though his turquoise eyes swam with softness. “crying for me.”
he’d press his mouth against the tears in gentle kisses. then, mounted with his dark hat shadowing the panes of his face, he’d begin the ritual worship of your hands. he was leaning down towards you now, eyes closed as he savored the feeling of your hand against his cheek.
“i love you, darlin’. you know that.” he’d say this with his eyes still closed, as if he was feeling your love in his very bones.
you did, and you loved him. desperately. hungrily. with every cell in your body and without a moment’s doubt. you loved the outlaw like he was god. all of these thoughts raced through your head but you could only reply with, “come back to me in one piece. ill hunt you down after a fortnight.”
his eyes would open then, sparkling with humor. “you promise?”
you’d kiss him through his scratching laugh.
the days would pass painfully slow. laundry was scrubbed, a shirt of his nearly pressed and starched for him and hung in the closet. bread was baked and ate alongside a solitary bowl of stew. the small cabin you had for yourself become a prison. the days you spent with friends in town were the only reprieve.
but when he came back to you… oh lord, when he came back to you.
you’d spot him on the horizon. he galloped towards you with an eagerness that made you laugh. the book you clutched as comfort was thrown onto the floor as you barreled out the front door and down the steps.
and there he was, dirty and sweat-stained, smelling like gunpowder and coffee.
and there he was, taking you in his arms and bringing you close, breathing your name like a healing prayer.