Hey So Um This Is Making Me Sick With Grief

A sleeping beauty<3

btw this post is about Arthur Morgan and John Marston in that order

My favorite fictional characters fall into two categories, those being

1) I want to delicately pin them up in a display case as you would a butterfly in order to study and preserve their every feature and trait and shield them from The Horrors™️

2) I want to put them in a prescription bottle and shake them around

John Lennon I am coming for you

I die a little every time I imagine him taking the time to write this down.

You’re a good man, Arthur Morgan.

Writing reads: “My whole code that I lived and killed by. Was it true? Or was there a bigger truth I was too dumb to ever see?”

Quote and hand-writing style taken directly from Arthur’s in-game journal.

No I’m not thinking about little frail 14 year old Arthur Morgan scared for his life, yet cautiously following these two men who took him in and fed him.

No I’m not thinking about them teaching him how to read and write, but also how to fight and shoot.

No I’m not thinking about Arthur learning how to ride a horse for the first time on his young filly, Boadicea. Or him begging Dutch and Hosea to let him keep this feral dog who brought chaos and laughter to the camp.

No I’m not thinking about little Arthur Morgan getting scrapes and bruises while running around and being a delinquent and hiding his scrunched face and tears as Hosea tends to his many wounds.

No I’m not thinking about Arthur Morgan in his early twenties when he was introduced to this kid who reminds him of himself, with the wildest personality and sad backstory.

And how he eventually built a brotherly relationship with that kid, John. Someone he can boss around and protect, but call an idiot from time to time, especially since he acted like one sometimes.

No I’m not thinking about Arthur Morgan in his early twenties when he had a son, and then lost him and his son’s mother a few years later. And the grief that came from that.

No I’m not thinking about Arthur Morgan in his mid twenties meeting a Woman whom he was never destined to marry, even though he tried his best for her.

No I’m in fact NOT thinking about Arthur Morgan.

Me when I’m in a bootlicking competition and my opponent is Micah Bell III

God just suck him off already and get over with it man

something something dutch defense

Reblogging because I cannot sit here in silence and watch Jonathan lose in the first round.

Vote Jonathan Sims (please)

[talking shit about a guy] he could not earn the trust of a horse

This has me feeling Some Type Of Way™️

Game over