#Dutch Marvin

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What was the name of the teacher from Marvin Marvin again?

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Arthur Morgan X Fem!Reader

Summary: You have a reputation, and Arthur is sceptical. What was once scepticism soon turns to annoyance. Then, surprisingly admiration, and from that - something even more, but not all things are meant to be. (wc.5.9k)

Warnings: Guns. Making out. Arthur is insecure and a nervous wreak but hides it well. Sort of angst ending. Reader is fem body coded (pronouns used are she/her (probably), is referred to as 'wife' + 'woman'), and a bounty hunter.

Listening to: 'Wandering Star' by Lee Marvin - "Wheels are made for rolling, mules are made to pack. I've never seen a sight that didn't look better looking back."

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Arthur could remember vividly each time he went out on a job with you.

You - a bounty hunter who occasionally crossed paths with the gang - with a rather bad reputation for things going wrong. Or at least from whatever stories others who’d joined you collecting bounties told. It took Arthur a while before he himself met you. Tales of your mishaps were all second hand, mostly from Sean - he often wouldn’t shut up about you for a few days after a job was done.

However, the other side of your coin came with a good reputation for getting hundreds worth of dollars in each haul from a job (either from a bounty or from something else on the side because the bounty went sour). That kind of reputation was something most in the gang, notably, did not have. Which meant no job with you, nor the idea to use you as a money bag, was ever turned down.

The first time Dutch had sent him to find you in need of money had him groaning down to his toes in want of literally any other job. (By then, Sean’s, the single most annoying person in camp, stories of how horrible you were, and the bullet wounds other’s returned with spoke for themselves, so Arthur was not looking forward to meeting you.) He found you off somewhere near Wallace Station, then you offered to take him on a job north of Valentine.

Off the bat you seemed nice enough despite the preceding reputation, so he agreed.

It sure as hell helped that you were the prettiest woman he’d laid eyes on since his heartbreak with Mary Linton. When you rode ahead of him he almost couldn’t take his eyes off you. From the way you did your hair, to the way your silhouette looked in the sunset - you could’ve made a fox forget it was chasing a rabbit.

In Arthur’s opinion, it all went superb - to a point. Arthur had no idea why the other’s made such a fuss about you. The ride up to the location was no trouble at all, in fact you asked him if he wanted anything from the Valentine general store before you’d even left the town, and stayed rather quiet since aside from some mandatory small-talk. It was like you knew he liked a peaceful ride when he was going to a job.

The two of you got to the job, some farm with one too many dogs still wandering around, and he instructed you to stay put while he went in to grab the bounty - some sleazy man who was on the run for messing with saloon workers one too many times. He said it twice, just to be safe.

“Stay here, stay hidden, wait until I come back unless I give you a signal.” You looked at him funny - in hindsight it was probably a look of disbelief - then asked him what the signal was. His stare was hard, but so was yours. Really, again with the gift of hindsight, he knew he should’ve questioned your look, but he didn’t - and it bit him in the ass. “You’ll know it when you see it.”

In fact it was all going great until he screwed up. Not you.

Figures.

Then the job lit up like a stray cigarette in a hay barn. The people in the house woke up, the guards woke up, the fucking chickens woke up. Bullets rained down like biblical hail and brimstone, and where were you? Arthur was stuck behind the barn, warding off shots as he made ones of his own, and past behind his enemies he saw you standing at the top of the road.

Your silhouette was hard to make out, but there you were - standing in the middle of the road with the moonlight behind you, one hand on your cocked hip and a cigarette setting a glow to your mouth in the other hand. He ducked back behind his cover, cursing Dutch and himself, and you - he clearly needed help and where were you?

He reloaded his gun, spending too much time uncharacteristically fumbling with the bullets and grumbling about how you’d gone on a smoke break, being useless while he was in trouble.

“Get on cowboy.” You said from right behind him - apparently he'd spent a long time cursing and reloading. He looked up and there you were, a jump of a fence away on your horse with Boadicea in tow.

“Where the hell have you been?” He asked, securing his weapons down so he could bolt over to the fence and climb onto his horse.

“Waiting for your ‘signal’ - which you still haven’t given me by the way.” You said as you looked over your shoulder at the sound of more gunshots.

“I could’ve used some help there, y’know.”

“Looks like you were doing just fine t’ me.”

“You are…” He hummed, shaking his head once in annoyance, nudging Boadicea into a trot.

“Hey, I brought you your horse and am currently performing a very clean getaway. No one's hurt, so no complaining yet.”

Yet?

Arthur didn’t know how much he liked your usage of that word. He felt his wariness was very justified - even with how you’d lulled him into a sense of false security.

“And if you’re gonna act like the big boss on a job which I gave you, you deserve getting your ass handed to you for a while. No sympathy from me.”

“Oh so that's what this is about, you wanted to wear the pants.”

“It’s not too late for me to shoot you and take all the money myself, don't sass me.” You said, hat catching in the wind as the cord caught around your throat. He watched as parts of your hair broke free from your face and he smiled in disbelief. The balls on you - he could only say one thing in reply.

“Yes ma’am.”

When you returned to Valentine, you told him to stick around. ‘Repay him for the trouble’ you’d said. By the time he’d come outside his hotel the next morning, you’d appeared from around a corner and handed him a small satchel full of cash.

Apparently you’d conned some wealthy gentlemen who were passing through the Valentine saloon and they’d left drunk in the early morning completely unaware of their empty pockets. Not to mention you’d returned to the same farm Arthur had run away from to collect the bounty yourself, and had handed the horse thief into the sheriff an hour earlier. When you mounted your horse and said goodbye, he found himself staring a little too long as you left.

Arthur ended up returning back to camp at noon with a few hundred dollars to donate to the camp box (and that was after he’d split it all with you). But an unwarranted feeling of needing to go on another job with you was also present on his person. He chalked it up to nothing more than curiosity - rightly so. He didn’t believe himself to be the smartest man in any room, but he was smart enough to figure out that you didn’t put forth much effort at that homestead, not compared to what you could’ve. Especially after what you’d done to ‘make it up to him’.

He’d told you to sit and wait, so that’s what you did even though you didn’t want to. He’d expected you to come to his aid when he got into trouble, but you didn’t. You were being petty - because of him - at the cost of his safety. It was rather ballsy of you to have so much confidence that nothing would actually happen to him while you were proving your point, but then again you’d only met him a day prior. And very clearly it wasn’t because you weren’t capable of helping - considering you did it on your own.

Teaching him a lesson at his expense wasn’t something you were particularly worried about, after all you wouldn’t exactly have been weeping over his death if he had been shot anyway.

Arthur next met you by mere chance. He’d been sent into Saint Denis with a few others to grab some supplies, all incognito-like, and had some time to kill before they all had to head back. Sean dragged him off to one of the Saloons, and who else did he recognise taking up space at the bar but you.

It’s not like he committed your back to memory on purpose during the time you spent together. He just had a knack for putting names to faces, and finding people in crowds. That's all.

He tapped the counter, dropping sufficient payment for a shot of whisky on the polished wood, and slid in the bar stool beside yours. He quickly dropped his hat onto his knee, ran a hand back through his hair as if that would make him more presentable.

“Fancy seein’ you here.” he said, capturing your attention. Your face morphed from mildly irritated to recognition, and your lips quirked up in amusement.

“Arthur Morgan?” you breathed.

“It’s the only name I got darlin’.” he said, and you clapped him on the shoulder, hand firm and stronger than he would’ve guessed. He was more surprised at how friendly you were, but maybe that was just what alcohol did to you.

“As I live and breathe, here I was thinkin’ I’d only ever see you again on wanted posters.” you mused, a pretty and sly smirk creeping onto your lips, “Say, you’d fetch a nice bounty over in Strawberry last I checked. Made me think I shoulda brought you in when I had the chance.”

“Hey now, no need to be so forward, at least buy me a drink first,” You laughed at his dry delivery, and he took a sip from his drink to push aside the thought of how nice the noise sounded coming from you.

“What’re you doing in Saint Denis? You don’t strike me as a ‘big city’ kind of guy.”

“Well I ain’t. Needed a few things. Needed to socialise the younguns.” He said, gesturing at the latter part to the red headed Irishman across the room who was talking up a working girl. “They can go feral if they don’t get proper human interaction often enough.”

Your eyes drew to the same place he gestured, and you hummed into your glass.

“Wish I could say I knew what you meant, but I don’t.” you said, scratching your jaw. Arthur found himself mirroring the action, and stopped as inconspicuously as possible. “Ain’t got no youngins myself to wrangle.”

“You’re lucky then.” he said, turning back to the bar as you sat for a few moments without a word passing. He noticed your glass was empty, but you were making no effort to get it refilled. “What’re you doing in the city then?” He bated, hoping you took a bite and gave him some more time in your company.

“Catching the late train to Annesburg.” you sighed, face turning sour as if it wasn’t something you were looking forward to. “Some man I’m after is makin’ himself hard to catch and word says he’s hiding out in some abandoned brothel near there. It’ll be my third time tryna pin him. Guys getting on my nerves.”

“Do you, uh,” he coughed, “Would you like a hand?”

You looked over at him, and he left the hairs on the back of his neck prickle at how you were looking both at him and right through him all at once.

“Your ‘youngun’ will handle without you for a few days?”

“Oh yeah, Sean doesn’t really need me, he can find trouble all on his own, no problem.”

“That’s not what I meant.” you chuckled.

“I know.” he said, downing the rest of his drink and fixing his hat back on his head. “What time’s the train leaving?”

You’d both collected your horses from the train carriage, and the sun had just started to rise. Arthur was tossing up as to whether he should help you onto your horse, but you’d already flung yourself onto your saddle by the time he worked up the courage to turn around to offer.

As you started to ride, he said your name, trying to strike up a conversation.

“How far away is this place?” He asked.

“‘Bout an hour or so south.” you said, flicking the rim of your hat back to look at the sky. You sniffed, and tipped your hat back down. “Should be there before the rain sets in.”

Arthur frowned, and nudged Boadicea into a stride next to yours as you made your way out of town.

“Sky’s clear, it won't rain for a long time yet.”

“Yes it will.” you smiled, “Sunrise says so.” He grunted, not willing to pursue the matter further, and let you ride a few paces ahead of him. He’d find out soon enough if you were just talking nonsense or not.

The ride, again, was quiet with the alcohol in your system having worn off on the train overnight. And you were correct about the rain. ‘The place is just up this hill.’ You’d said, and then a crack of thunder rumbled behind him. By the time you’d both reached the old caravan, the clouds had made way to a misty rain.

“You grab the door, and I’ll cover you.” you instructed, dismounting your horse. “The guy’s as fast as a rat and quiet as a snake. Keep your guard up.” He watched as you told him what to do - seeing you pack on yourself two revolvers and a shotgun.

“Sure this guy ain’t Houdini?” You tilted your head, confused.

“Whose ‘Houdini’?”

Arthur then remembered you probably hadn’t seen that same sideshow magician act he did - if you did that sort of thing at all. He wondered if you would like to.

“Doesn’t matter.”

Arthur quietly made his way up the stairs, past the poor soul who’d been left to rot on the chair beside the door, ready to open it and catch whoever this man was. He’d barely cracked the door open before you were there with both your revolvers raised, baring your teeth at whoever was inside.

You said the bounty was fast, but how quickly you’d managed to pin him with the aim of your gun had him wondering. If you were that fast, how fast was the guy you’d been chasing?

“Sit down. I won’t hesitate to put a few ounces of lead through your bastard skull if you don’t.” Arthur was almost tempted to take a seat himself, with your tone turning as deadly as it did - the only thing that stopped him was the fact that ‘bastard’ was a bastard he knew.

“I can assure you, madam, that my parents were very much married and in love when I was born. But please, can we talk about this -”

“- I’m done talkin’! We’ve had plenty of time to talk!” You barked.

“Trelawney?” Arthur asked, stepping into the caravan to see the Englishman there on the bed.

“Mr. Morgan!”

“You broke my nose! Twice! That warrant’s zero sympathy from me!” You said, then - and Arthur watched as it happened - your face morphed from clear anger to confusion, your arms going lax as you did so. “You know this guy?”

“Know him? I’ve had to save his sorry ass about ten times from bounty hunters like you.” Arthur said. Josiah scoffed, hands at his sides with his palms to the ceiling - he was ready to start smoothly talking his way out of the situation (again, no doubt) - but neither you nor Arthur were really paying him any attention anymore anyway.

“Did you know it was him here?”

“Naw, I swear I didn’t.” he replied, “Wouldn’t have let you pay for the train if I knew it wasn’t gonna be worth your trouble.”

“Oh, that’s rich,” you scoffed, holstering your guns and then placing your hands on your hips - they’d cocked to one side, and he had to internally slap himself to meet your eyes again. “That man’s been a bother of mine for weeks - I coulda been earning hundreds if it weren’t for chasing him all over the five closest states!”

“I have to applaud you there ma’am, I have not had a peaceful night’s rest since you’d been after me. You’re like Death himself. But if it’s money you’d like I do know a place that can make it worth your while.” Josiah said, now much louder and closer. His hands found both yours and Arthur’s shoulders - which you shrugged off very quickly with a glare to match. “Not hundreds, but thousands. You’d make the best pair to pull it off.”

“Does it include breaking your nose? Twice?” Josiah let out an awkward noise, laughing off your serious comment.

“I’m sure we can re-negotiate that in the future, for now though, shall we?” He gestured to the door. You sent a final look of uncertainty towards Arthur before leaving the caravan in a huff. “Quite the lady you have there, my friend.” Josiah said quietly into Arthur’s ear.

“Shove off Trelawney.” Arthur said, making his way out to you and your horses with Josiah in tow. “Did you really break her nose?”

“Twice.” he nodded.

“Bastard.”

You’d had a sour look plastered to your face the moment Josiah pointed you in the direction of a dress boutique. Hands were still fixed firmly on your hips above your guns, and your feet likewise looked like they were moving just as slowly despite Josiah pushing on your shoulder.

“No.” your head shook, “I’ll play an actress all you like, but I ain’t gettin’ stuffed into no fancy-pants puffed sleeved ball gown.”

“It doesn’t have to be a puffy dress, it just has to be a dress.” Josiah said.

Arthur stood a ways off, deciding it was safest to give you a wide berth, smoking a cigarette. He’d already been conned into a new suit - vest and pocket watch included. Apparently Josiah knew it was going to be easier to get Arthur to bend to his will, hence why he was corralled into a tailor’s store first.

You were proving to be much more of a challenge.

“I have dresses, I wear dresses - I don’t need a new one! -”

“- A nice dress.” Josiah interrupted. Your mouth stopped wide open, and slowly closed as he continued. “One without stains, or notably mended stitches - and with a proper hem!” Apparently that seemed to shut you up.

You cast a glance at Arthur, eyeing him up and down - if he had to guess, you were gauging how dressed-up he was and translating it to what that could mean for you. Josiah lent over, whispering something in your ear. He saw you visibly bristle, before sighing with a roll of your eyes.

“Fine,” you said, mumbling as you pressed your hat firmly on your head, “But the corset better be a good one.”

Now Arthur was wondering what Josiah had said to get you to give in.

Arthur thought you looked very pretty. Not that he would tell you.

The dress Josiah wrangled you into was fancy - but had no frills or puffs (not to Arthur’s untrained eye anyway), or lace and jewels sewn in. It was as basic as a party dress could get, yet you wore it well. Very well. Something about you made it look like it was a fancy dress. Apparently blue was your colour.

“Corset good?” he found himself asking without thinking. He wasn’t thinking about you in a corset, or just a corset, or without a corset. He wasn’t a pervert, he was just trying to make conversation and it was the first thing that popped into mind. Arthur could tell his internal struggle was making him stand awkwardly, but you, bless you, didn’t even seem to notice.

“It ain’t digging in anywhere,” you started, slipping a hand into the crook of Arthur’s elbow as you lent down to adjust something with your shoe. “I have no idea how but this Trelawney of yours knows how to pick ‘em out.”

Arthur felt himself bristle. It had been a long time since he’s had a woman on his arm, let alone when he and they were both dressed up so. If anyone walked passed they’d think you were a couple. Lovers, courting, married - the last one made Arthur’s brain completely stop and reset for a moment. But he was getting ahead of himself.

Aside from knowing you were a fantastic gunslinger, had a cool attitude, a fierce angry face, and the prettiest set of eyes he’d ever seen (lord above, he spent recent nights dreaming about your eyes), he barely knew you. The way you made him feel like he was twenty-something and untouched by heartbreak had to be coincidence - like he said it had been a while, and you were pretty, but you both had a job to do. He had no time to act all sweet on you.

Not when he had to pretend to be your husband.

“I have my ways of knowing,” Josiah said, appearing on your other side as you began walking down the street (he offered his arm for you to take also, but Arthur felt your hand grip his bicep tighter as you stuck your nose in the air - the grudge had not been let go yet), “I just plead you don’t ask how I do know.”

Arthur felt his head tilt, eye twitching in curiosity. “Are we still talking about corsets Trelawney?” he asked.

“Of course.” Josiah replied, unthinking, and you scoffed a laugh.

“Well then I think I know how you know.” you said, smiling slyly, “Because you can’t know how comfortable they’re supposed to be without trying one on.”

“They’re more comfortable than I thought.” Josiah said, adjusting his hat as his arms started flailing about in a flustered explanation. “They make a waistcoat sit very nicely under a jacket, and it was only once -”

“Trelawney,” you said, stopping the man’s babbling with one word, “Unless Arthur over here is completely enthralled by your tales of trying on women’s clothing, you don’t have to explain. I couldn’t care less what you’ve worn.”

“Alright, we shall go back to not knowing.” Trelawney said. He took a few steps ahead before stopping just before a corner. “The place is just up around the corner, you both know the plan?”

“We’re not stupid,” you mumbled, smoothing a hand down the front of your skirt.

“I know you aren’t dear, our friend here though -”

“- Hey, he’s saved your life once already today, be grateful and not make it twice.” you hissed. Josiah’s hand raised in surrender before he let out a hushed voice of agreement. Arthur looked down at you from the corner of his eye, a thread-bare smile on his face.

He wouldn’t have disagreed with Josiah, but it was nice to have someone say otherwise. Especially coming from you.

You began relaying the plan back to Josiah, the conman nodded along to every word. Arthur was just far enough along the path to be able to see around the corner, and his eyes laid on the location of your current job.

“And I’ll meet you both at this location.” Josiah said, handing over a folder piece of paper. Arthur turned back and looked over your shoulder to see there was an address written.

“This is a hotel.” you said. Arthur felt his heart skip a beat.

“Yes.” Josiah nodded, “I’ll have all your old clothes there waiting, and you can act all inconspicuous, and part ways in the morning.”

Before Arthur could protest, you were turned back toward the direction of the party you were going to be gate crashing, mumbling under your breath about how if this didn’t work out you were going to kill Josiah and forget the money all together. He couldn’t particularly blame you.

Arthur Morgan was not a social person. His idea of a home was a two room farmhouse in a valley that got cut off from civilization every winter.

This though? A mansion on one of Saint Denis most upper class streets, filled to the brim with the richest and most dolled-up of high society? This was basically a nightmare. The only thing that made it bearable was the never-ending flow of free drinks - and you.

Putting on a façade of Mr and Mrs Callahan wasn’t as bad as Arthur thought it was going to be. You sipped on champagne and kept your arm linked with his. Your warmth was comforting, grounding - and you seemed to know exactly what to do and how to talk. You introduced yourself like you belonged there, held small talk and smiled. If it weren’t for the death vice you kept on his forearm, he wouldn’t have pegged you as nervous at all. In fact having you around almost made him forget he was there to rob the place.

Apparently the homeowner had a safe full of stocks and bonds somewhere upstairs - bonds that could be fenced for thousands of dollars. The plan was to get in, mingle, sneak away and steal the bonds, return for the rest of the party, and then leave for the hotel. You seemed confident that it would work.

Arthur couldn’t help but feel like something somewhere was going to go wrong - as per the curse that seemed to befall your jobs.

Very slowly you socialized your way from the front door toward the back of the house, and then back toward the front entrance where the stairs were, tugging Arthur along the whole way. It could’ve been the alcohol, but he felt like he was in a daze. Following where you lead felt like the easiest thing ever, even in a place like this.

“How are we going to get upstairs?” he asked quietly, scanning the room. There was a lull in your socializing, and frankly there was a lull in the party too - like quiet before a storm. If there was ever a chance to rob the place, now would be it.

“What do people sneak away from parties for?” you whispered.

There was a sparkle in your eye when you looked up at him. Maybe it was the lighting. It made you look quite delicious. He wasn’t going to get distracted by your eyes though, as much as he wished he had the time to commit them to memory right that moment.

“Arthur?” The soft yet stern call of his name brought him back down to earth. What was your question again? Oh, that’s right. Why would a married man and woman sneak away somewhere private at a party?

The sudden thought of what you were implying to do with him - or more correctly, what you intended to be perceived to be doing with him - made him feel the need to loosen his collar.

When your hand slid down his arm to lock your fingers between his, he swore his very soul almost floated away. Tethered down by the warmth of your hand in his. It was embarrassing, how even pretending to sneak off with you for sex made him act like a lost puppy.

If only his wanted posters could see him now.

Somehow, no one paid you any mind as you led Arthur upstairs. For the sake of consistency, you pulled him into the nearest door - a bedroom. Just his luck. As if he needed to add any more fuel to his imaginings.

“What luck,” you said. His thoughts exactly. “Arthur, look.” He turned towards where you’d wandered. You were standing by a door, beyond it was what looked like an office.

“That’s probably where the safe is.” he mused, coming up behind you and thoughtlessly touching your waist to quietly guide you into the office.

“You start left, I’ll go right. We’ll meet in the middle, and check the desk last.” you instructed.

Arthur nodded, and quietly got to prodding around bookshelves. He looked in cupboards, and behind paintings. He got past the first wall and found nothing. The second wall though was where he found the safe - tucked snugly behind a collection of encyclopedias.

“Here.” he said over his shoulder, ushering you over. “Give me a few minutes, I’ll crack it open.” He felt you stand behind him as he played with the lock, keeping your ear out for signs of someone coming. God, you were so smart.

He felt the hem of your dress brush against his heel. Behind that hem was your ankles, your legs. You were so close. Arthur wondered what -

He let out a shaky breath, and the lock clicked open. He had to focus. Your competency couldn’t be that big of a distraction, but it was. You were smart, and so pretty, and you were leaning over his shoulder and grabbing the bonds, you smelt so nice.

“Here, you take these, put them in your boots. I’ve got the rest.” You pressed two thin wads of paper into his palms, then grabbed the rest of the bonds before pushing the safe closed.

Arthur stood after putting the bonds neatly into his boots, careful to have fixed his pant leg. When his eyes found his way up from the floor, he was met with the sight of your hands halfway down the front of your corset.

He swallowed, thickly, and looked towards the heavens. He was not going to think about how it would feel to have his hands there instead, pressed between taught fabric and the softness of your chest. He wasn’t!

He might later though.

Just then, there were the unmistakable sounds of people coming up the stairs. Arthur saw your eyes widen, and before he knew it you’d dragged him out of the office and back into the bedroom. The footsteps got louder. Closer.

They were definitely getting closer to the bedroom door.

He heard you close the office door behind you, and he looked across at you. There was something about your eyes now, something nervous. Were you nervous about getting caught? Nothing like that seemed to bother you before now, something else was wrong. You beat him to the punch before he could get the words out.

“Kiss me?” He’d never heard you sound so unsure before. Kissing him, Arthur Morgan, shouldn’t make you nervous. He wasn’t someone worth being nervous over, not unless he pointed a gun your way.

The footsteps came toward the door, and the next few moments seemed to slow right down.

You grabbed his arms, leant back against the door, and pulled him to you. ‘Kiss me,’ you said again, an order more than an ask. When your fingers brushed against his jaw on the way to settle in the hair at the back of his jacket collar, he found himself melting.

He kissed you, and you kissed back.

Arthur wasn’t unknown to the actions that befell men and women in the night, he’d partook often enough to be no stranger, but right then kissing you felt like the first time. He wasn’t a man in his late-thirties with ears of experience under his belt - this felt like back when he was young. Before Mary, and Eliza, and countless working women. His hands shook until they held tight to your waist, his heart felt like it was in his throat, and his cheeks and neck flushed faster than he had in years.

When your mouth opened to deepen the kiss, he had to refrain from groaning - however behind his eyelids his eyes did roll into the back of his skull. One of his hands took your cheek in his palm, cradling your head closer at a divine angle. His other arm wrapped around your lower back, holding you even closer with the entirety of his forearm.

By the time whoever it was outside opened the door, Arthur had completely forgotten they were the reason you both were kissing in the first place. It probably made the look of surprise on his face look more real.

When he pulled away from you, and you took his hand to sheepishly bypass the intruder - intruder would be the wrong work, the poor man probably owned the house - no one was any wiser to why you were really there.

Even Arthur had forgotten the reason his boots were uncomfortable was because there were hundreds of dollars worth of stocks and bonds stuffed in them. Your hold on his hand was firm, if he flattered himself he’d think you weren’t intending to let go. For a moment, as you both went back down the stairs, you threw a smile back over your shoulder at him.

The feeling that shot through his heart only meant one thing. He was in trouble now.

If someone asked him years from now when the last time he fell in love was, he’d say right then. Seeing you with that smile, eyes shining just for him, with your hair done nice, and dressed in a pretty blue dress - he fell in love.

Arthur Morgan fell in love hard.

The problem with you was that you never stayed in one place long.

That night after the party robbery, you’d made it back to the hotel - but you only stuck around long enough to change clothes. Arthur Morgan learnt very quickly that you were a wanderer. He supposed that was why you worked so well as a bounty hunter.

Once Arthur returned to camp after that night, he handed the bonds over to Hosea with a sour grunt, and retreated into his tent. He wasn’t upset about not getting to spend more time with you, nor was he pouting about not knowing when he’d see you again.

He did though spend the rest of the evening with his nose in his journal, sketching out your silhouette, and your eyes. How your dress looked. The smile you’d sent his way.

Arthur threw the book closed on his cot, sighing at how you’d consumed his mind.

He couldn’t tell if you’d be better or worse than Mary.

The next few weeks passed so slowly. The days dragged on. He took most chances he could to get out of camp, to make stops in town saloons and general stores - even sheriff offices - in hopes of catching a glimpse of you. He should be embarrassed, but he couldn’t get you out of his head. The feeling you gave him, the feeling that kiss gave him, he wanted to feel it again.

He felt like he was close to praying to god for the chance to run into you again. He felt that desperate. Then he felt like it was useless.

You were, from Arthur’s experience, the most memorable person he’d met. Everything about you he was able to recall so vividly. From the way you threatened Josiah, to how you’d almost fallen asleep on him on the train. You haunted him, and he was addicted to how you did it. Your attitude, and your beauty, it floored him. Arthur was none of those things.

Besides, he was a wanderer too. Neither of you were fixed in one place long, it wouldn’t work. You moved, and so did he. There was nothing he could do about it - just like how there was nothing he could do about how he felt about you.

Arthur could remember vividly each time he was on a job with you - because he could vividly remember you.

[yuespropagandablog]

Hello esteemed mutual. If you are reading this, then that means my propaganda is working. But you might still have questions, so I am here to answer them.

What is Falsettos?

A damn good musical.

But time to get serious. It's a sung-through musical written by William Finn and James Lapine, with Lapine also writing the music and lyrics. Falsettos is a two-act musical, like many, but it's important here because Falsettos is actually two musicals in one. The first act is March of the Falsettos, and the second act is Falsettoland. These are the last two installments of the Marvin Trilogy. The first part, In Trousers, flopped on off-Broadway and is also not part of Falsettos. Are you following?

The first acts centers on a Jewish man named Marvin (the main character of the Marvin Trilogy, who would've thought) and his homosexual relation with Whizzer, and how that impacts the family. He's left his wife Trina and son Jason to be with Whizzer, but Marvin is also Marvin, and loves to have a tight-knit family that includes all of them, but fails to see how his wish impacts the others. The second act takes place two years after the first and it's all about Jason's bar mitzvah, but oh, oh no, it's a homosexual story set in the 80s. Yeah folks, I am going to be upfront: this musical does not have a happy ending. Spoiler. I know. But I just want people to know what they're getting themselves into.

The show has a lot to say about gay life in the 70s and 80s, gender roles and masculinity, traditional family, illness, and Judaism. Yes, you cannot separate the Judaism from this show, no matter how hard a Spanish production tries.

Where can I watch it?

The original Falsettos debuted in 1992 on Broadway. I know it from its 2016 Broadway revival. There are, uh, slime tutorials for both (and also for In Trousers if you're interested), and the 2016 version also got a proshot that was aired on PBS, so they did have to censor some language. RIP "You save lives and I save chicken fat, I can't fucking deal with that", you will forever be missed. This link totally definitely does not lead to a YouTube upload of that proshot, what do you mean?

There are also a bunch of other productions, sometimes with footage, sometimes not. I actually saw the Dutch version in 2021 in Amsterdam (probably while I had COVID, but in my defense, I tested negative before I boarded my train!)

Is there a trailer or something?

Yes, here's a trailer for the proshot.

Here is their Tony performance, which is also my favourite song of the show:

(They did take out the "Lighbulb up the ass" and "I can't fucking deal with that", because America is America. But at least we got Andrew Rannell's boner in return?)

And for funsies, here's the Tony Awards performance of the OBC:

(They did censor the words "homosexuals" and "lesbians", unless that was the original lyrics. I dunno. I am not very familiar with the original one.)

You implied AIDS. Are there other content warnings?

Yes. AIDS will be the main theme of the second act. You can ignore it by just turning off the show after the song What More Can I Say, but that is obviously not the full show. There's also some period-typical homophobia, as in in act one, Jason is afraid that his father's homosexuality is a fatal hereditary disease. There are also a lot of dysfunctional relationship dynamics in act one, including one instance of physical abuse. Act two has the AIDS of it all and because of that, the major character death warning.

But is there also fun to be had?

Yes, definitely! One thing that makes Falsettos a good show is the tonal whipslash. Both act one and act two start out as the funniest shit you've ever seen and then BAM, drama. It is kind of impressive how the show does that. It has stellar comedic songs like Four Jews in a Room Bitching, My Father's A Homo/Everyone Tells Jason to See a Psychiatrist, I'm Breaking Down, Jason's Therapy, Year of the Child, Miracle of Judaism, The Baseball Game, A Day in Falsettoland, Everybody Hates His Parents and whatever the fuck March of the Falsettos (the song) is.

The first half of both acts you can't stop laughing and the second half of both acts you can't stop crying. That's Falsettos, baby!

Does the music slap?

Oh yeah. It is a fully sung-through musical. If that's not your jam, then you're better off skipping it. It also has a more "traditional" musical theatre sound, whatever that might mean. As you saw in the previous section, it has a lot of great comedic songs, with stellar lyrics like "Look, look, look, look, look, it's a lesbian from next door!/Followed by her lover who's a lesbian from next door too!", "Hepa-hepa-hepatitis-hepatitis?", "We're watching Jewish boys who cannot play baseball play baseball", "You have paintings of dicks!/Don't talk to me about taste!", "Lightbulbs in the ass!", the entire "You are going to kill your mother" section, "Homosexuals!!!!!" and of course the opening line of the entire show "Four Jews in a room bitching". And many more. But don't be fooled, because this song also has some emotional bangers (mostly in the second part of the acts due to the aforementioned tonal shift).

Are there German characters in this musical?

Mendel's last name Weisenbachfeld sounds German. Is that close enough?

[vinyl-artwork]

Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell – Ain't No Mountain High Enough - Give A Little Love (Dutch release - 1967)

Artiste pochette non crédité.

[paradlselost]

⠀ ⠀ ˙ . ꒷ 𝓕ANDOMS . 𖦹˙

TASK FORCE 141 — john price , simon ‘ghost’ riley , john ‘soap’ mactavish , gary ‘roach’ sanderson , kyle ‘gaz’ garrack , nikolai , ++ alex keller , farah karin , alejandro vargas , rodolfo ‘rudy’ parra .

KORTAC — könig , nikto , kim ‘horangi’ hong-jin , sebastian kruger ++ valeria garza , philip graves + the shadows , vladimir makarov .

TWO — arthur morgan , john marston , dutch van der linde , hosea matthews ( platonic only ) , abigail marston , mary beth gaskill , karen jones , tilly jackson , javier escuella , sean mcguire , charles smith , lenny summers , josiah trewlany , sadie adler , molly o’shea , kieran duffy , albert mason , charles châtenay , eagle flies , proetus + acrisius .

ONE + REVOLVER — jack marston ( teen + adult only ) ++ red harlow .

NEW VEGAS — arcade gannon ( mlm only ) , benny gecko , craig boone , fantastic , jason bright , joshua graham ‘ the burned man ’ , robert house , sunny smiles , viktor , yes - man .

FOUR — nate / nora , ada , cait , curie , paladin danse , deacon , desdemona , glory , john hancock , nick valentine , piper wright , porter gage , preston garvey , robert maccready , x6 - 88 .

SHOW — lucy maclean , norm maclean , the ghoul - cooper howard , maximus , lee moldaver , thaddeus .

VOUGHT — homelander , a-train , black noir , black noir II , queen maeve , lamplighter , translucent , firecracker , sister sage , the deep , ashley barrett , soldier boy , crimson countess , stan edgar .

THE BOYS — billy butcher , hughie campbell , annie january , sergei ‘frenchie’ , kimiko , marvin milk .

OTHERS — victoria nueman , luke riordan , andre anderson , cate dunlap , marie moreau , jordan li , emma meyer , sam riordan , maverick , popclaw , webweaver .

SLASHERS — jason vorhees : friday the thirteenth , michael myers : halloween og + rz , billy loomis : scream , stu macher : scream , brahms heelshire : the boy , harry warden : my bloody valentine , billy lenz : black christmas , bo sinclair , vincent sinclair , lester sinclair : house of wax , bubba sawyer : texas chainsaw massacre , thomas hewitt : texas chainsaw massacre reboot + beginning .

FAR CRY — john seed , joseph seed , jacob seed , faith seed , sharky boshaw , jess black , hurk drubman jr , adelaide drubman , grace armstrong , jerome jeffries , eli palmer , joey hudson , staci pratt , earl whitehorse . pagan min , ajay ghale . vaas montenegro , jason brody .

BALDURS GATE 3 — orgin dark urge , gale dekarios , astarion ancunín , shadowheart , lae’zel , wyll ravengard , karlach , halsin , jaheira , minsc , minthara , dame aylin , isobel thorm , omeluum , the emperor , rolan , dammon , ketherick thorm , enver gortash , orin , kar’niss , nym , sorn , raphael .

SUPERNATURAL — dean winchester , sam winchester , castiel , gabriel , adam winchester , lucifer , michael , anna milton , charlie bradbury ( wlw only ) .

OTHER — connor : detroit become human , joe goldberg : you , eddie gluskin : outlast whistleblower , father paul hill / john pruitt : midnight mass , riley flynn : midnight mass , sheriff hassan shabazz : midnight mass , kurt wagner : x - men , remy lebeau : x - men , peter maximoff : x - men , adrian chase : peacemaker , abner krill : suicide squad , edward nashton : batman .

[jasonfender]

Empty

Anyway here’s me with Dutch Marvin Falsettos

[randomvarious]

Today's compilation:

Lazy Afternoon 2001 Soul / R&B / Jazz / Adult Contemporary

I'll have you know that I really love it when brands release these stupid-as-hell, ephemeral promo comps that try to offer you a glimpse into their product's "personality." Over the years I've gotten to know that the Czech version of Sprite loves lots of trip hop and big beat tunes, Pottery Barn's into classic soul, Levi's has something of a country-rock streak, and Mercedes-Benz digs themselves some chill European lounge grooves. And I've also been on the hunt for a while now to learn what the windshield wiper company Rain X listens to, but their promo has proven to be elusive to me thus far 😔. But we love to treat our brands like people though, don't we folks?

So, here's one of those promos from a Dutch beer company called Brand Bier that sells in the US as Royal Brand. Currently owned by Heineken, they've been brewing since the *14th century*, and have been known as Brand since the 1870s. And given that deep history, you might think that their taste in music goes way back too, but what this 2001 CD seems to suggest is that this particular beer's love for tunes actually only begins in the early 50s 🤔. And their genres of choice? Why, soul, R&B, and a little bit of jazz, of course, and almost all of it from North America too!

And unlike a bunch of other brand promo comps that I've sifted through, this one's actually pretty well-put-together. It's a bit of a cheat code since it has a bunch of enormous hits on it, like Bill Withers' "Ain't No Sunshine," The Isley Brothers' "That Lady," Blood, Sweat & Tears' "Spinning Wheel," and Marvin Gaye's "Sexual Healing," but you'd probably never expect an Aretha Franklin deep cut, like her jazz-pop rendition of George & Ira Gershwin's "It Ain't Necessarily So," which appeared on her 1960 debut album, to be on a CD like this one. That song was never released as a single and it predates her rise to superstardom by about six or seven years.

So, sometimes I find that CDs like these serve better as coasters than they do as soundtracks for which to drink your beer by, but the photo used for this album's cover seems to nail the vibe pretty perfectly here. This is just a pleasant hour's-plus worth of classic tunes to sit on a floor and sip a beverage to; but stay away from the small handful of more modern adult contemporary 90s selections, though, because those tunes don't seem to have aged nearly as well as any of the ones that were recorded before them.

Highlights:

Bill Withers - "Who Is He (And What Is He to You?)" The Isley Brothers - "Who's That Lady" Earth, Wind & Fire - "Reasons" Blood, Sweat & Tears - "Spinning Wheel" Marvin Gaye - "Sexual Healing" The Manhattans - "Kiss and Say Goodbye" Billy Paul - "Me and Mrs. Jones" Aretha Franklin - "It Ain't Necessarily So" Louis Armstrong - "Mack the Knife" Bill Withers - "Ain't No Sunshine"

[heavenboy09]

Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 To You

The Iconic Legendary Actor, Filmmaker, Director, Husband, Father, Of 1 Of Most Iconic Hit Family Sitcom Of The 70's In TV 📺 History

Ron Howard was born on March 1, 1954, in Duncan, Oklahoma, the elder son of Jean Speegle, an actress, and Rance Howard, a director, writer, and actor. He is of German, English, Scottish, Irish, and Dutch ancestry. His father was born with the surname "Beckenholdt" and took the stage name "Howard" in 1948 for his acting career. Rance Howard was serving three years in the United States Air Force at the time of Ron's birth.

He is an American director, producer, screenwriter, and actor. Howard started his career as a child actor before transitioning to directing films. Over his six decade career, Howard has received two Academy Awards, four Emmy Awards, two Golden Globe Awards, and a Grammy Award. He was awarded the National Medal of Arts in 2003 and was inducted into the Television Hall of Fame in 2013. Howard has two stars on the Hollywood Walk of Fame for his contributions in film and television.

Howard first came to prominence as a child actor, guest-starring in several television series, including an episode of The Twilight Zone. He gained national attention for playing young Opie Taylor, the son of Sheriff Andy Taylor (played by Andy Griffith) in the sitcom The Andy Griffith Show from 1960 through 1968. During this time, he also appeared in the musical film The Music Man (1962), a critical and commercial success. He was credited as Ronny Howard in his film and television appearances from 1959 to 1973. Howard was cast in one of the lead roles in the influential coming-of-age film American Graffiti (1973), and became a household name for playing Richie Cunningham in the sitcom Happy Days (1974–1980). He starred alongside Lee Marvin in 1974 in “The Spikes Gang” and played the second lead in John Wayne's final film, The Shootist (1976).

PLEASE WISH THIS AMERICAN LEGEND OF ACTING, DIRECTING, PRODUCING, & SCREENWRITING , A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊

YOU ALL FROM BACK IN THE EARLY DAYS SHOULD KNOW HIM & HIS WORK AS A CHILD ACTOR

YOU SEEN HIM MAKE US HAPPY 😊 WHEN DAYS WHERE WE GET SAD 😥

& HE HAS PROBABLY DIRECTED A ICONIC MOVIE OR SEVERAL THAT YOU ALL KNOW & LOVE VERY MUCH 😉

THE 1 & ONLY

MR. RONALD WILLIAM HOWARD AKA RON HOWARD

HAPPY 70TH BIRTHDAY 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 TO YOU MR. HOWARD & HERE'S TO MANY MORE YEARS TO COME

#RonHoward #TheAndyGriffithShow #HappyDays #AmericanGraffiti

[elmasinthetree]

this is such a whizzvin song

[nadineselfships-archived]

“Remiel Sinclaire

Leader of the Project at Eden’s Gate. She believes a great “COLLAPSE” is coming and thinks of herself as a modern day messiah.

Says God speaks to her - told her to SAVE AS MANY SOULS AS SHE CAN. Her followers, who she calls HER CHILDREN, are willing to die for her.

She’s had three massive BUNKERS built, as to protect them all when her “PROPHECY” comes true. She’s insane.”

[beingjellybeans]

Make Way for the Golden Moment: The NEW Magnolia Gold Label Ice Cream Is Here

Not all ice creams are created equal. The creamier, the better! While some are simply lackluster in taste and creaminess, we’ve found the one that hits the spot — one that can make moments golden in every scoop. The good news? This velvety smooth and naturally rich ice cream is now within your reach. Celebrating its arrival, the country’s exceptional talents came together to celebrate The Golden…

[undr]

Top 10 2021 2/2

1. Inge Morath. Ein Lama am Times Square, USA, New York City, 1957. 2. Unknown photographer / Fox Photos. Misty Thames. London. 1931. 3 Elliott Erwitt. Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. New York City, 1988. 4. Menno Huizinga. Faces of unbridled joy. Dutch Boys ride the freedom train After Liberation From Nazi Germany. 1945 5. Marvin Koner. Miles Davis. Jazz club Cafe Bohemia. New York City. 1956

[bagelboys-withcreamcheese]

Modern Things I Would Introduce To Each VDL Gang Member

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I had to take some people off because I couldn’t think of anything (I’m sorry please don’t come after me)

*anything you guys come up with, I’ll add to the list in red*

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Dutch Van Der Linde

-Science (Mister ‘I don’t believe in evolution’)

-Actual Philosophy

-Mangos

-Curling iron

-Classes in gender studies and critical race theory and he is to take them over and over again until they stick

-Probably the grippy sock hospital at one point

-Animal Farm by George Orwell

-The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger

Hosea Matthews

-Rocky Horror Picture Show

-Dead Poets Society

-Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

-ABBA

-Bullet proof vests

-Medication for whatever is wrong with his lungs

-Hugs from me specifically

-Planners

-Brokeback Mountain

-Gang of Youths

-That dad thing where they reach back from the front seat to ask for snacks

-Coffee shops

-Used book stores

-Mr. Rogers

-My beat up dragontology book I got for Christmas when I was 10

-Sherlock Holmes (the books, but I’d tell him there’s a show and movies)

-True Crime Podcasts

Arthur Morgan

-Affection and praise without any strings attached

-Art classes

-Digital drawing/art

-Stuffed animals (the toy kind not actual stuffed animals)

-BCG vaccine

-The candle section at any store but Target specifically

-Closed terrariums to keep his flower in

-The Beatles (I feel like they would confuse him but he’d still like it)

-Bob Ross

-Zelda: Breath of the Wild

-Paleontology

-Late night car rides

-Hozier

-Doc Martens

John Marston

-Shampoo

-Monster Energy Drinks

-My Chemical Romance

-Swim Lessons

-Dr Pepper

-Converse

Charles Smith

-Minecraft bees

-Reservation Dogs

-Wood carving and glass blowing art

-Blankets with tiger stock photos on them

Javier Escuella

-Guitar Hero

-Spotify

-Electric Guitars

-Modern clothing styles

-Music career opportunities

-Pepperoni pizza flavoured Combos

-Pineapple Fanta

Lenny Summers

-Marvin Gaye

-Buzzfeed Unsolved

-Just dance

-Mario cart

-Marvel

-Root beer

-Bullet proof vests

-Those really old, cheesy western movies to laugh at

Sean Macguire

-Buzzfeed Unsolved

-Just dance

-Mountain dew

-Mario cart

-Koolaid/capri-suns

-Helmets

-LetterKenny

Jack Marston

-Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron

-The How To Train Your Dragon trilogy

-The Owl House

-Crayons

-Stickers (especially scratch and sniff)

-Diary of a Wimpy Kid

-Star constellations

-Dinosaurs

-Slushies

Mary-Beth Gaskill

-Fanfiction

-Cottagecore

-True crime podcasts

-Animal Crossing

-Cardigans

-Harry Styles

-Hozier

-Titanic

Tilly Jackson

-The Jackson 5

-Fuzzy socks/socks with patterns

-Oversized hoodies

-Lemonade

Karen Jones

-Wine

-Men that’ll last longer than 5 seconds

-Reality TV

Molly O’Shea

-Mitski

-Independence

-Healthy relationship dynamics

-Soft, comfy pajamas

-Bullet proof vests

Miss Grimshaw

-Bullet proof vests

Bill Williamson

-Basic hygiene and deodorant

-A class in gender studies and critical race theory

Kieran Duffy

-Petting zoos

-Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit

-Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron

-Those cheesy horse girl movies

-My Little Pony

Reverend Swanson

-An addiction support group

-Addiction treatment and recovery

-Risen by IcarusFeathers on AO3

Leopold Strauss

-Empathy

-Turtleneck sweaters

-Shark Tank

Simon Pearson

-Pirates of The Caribbean

-British Baking Show

-Hell’s Kitchen

-Betty Crocker

-Moby Dick (if he hasn’t already read it)

Josiah Trewlany

-2am Waffle House

-Harry Houdini

-Martinis

Micah Bell

-Karma :)

Everyone collectively

-Dental/basic hygiene

-Family Therapy

-Those videos they would play in school about what smoking does to your lungs

-Halloween

-RuPaul Drag Race

[theroyalmisfitmess]

Some thoughts about the newest iCarly Revival ep, i'M a USA Bae

Alright, first of all I wanna say that I liked this episode a little bit better than the last one. I think it was able to serve its feminist purpose subtlety without taking away the fun and entertainment in it. With that, let's get into it deeper.

Main plot first. I think it's nice how we see Carly get opportunities related to her work. It helps show how she earns money and what problems she has as a full-time content creator. The spoof on the American Girl dolls was spot and reminiscent to spoofs from the original series. Then you have Carly's conflict about wanting to be a good role model—it's a very good topic to dive into because iCarly was one of the blueprints of utilizing the internet for entertainment (on and off-screen) and we all know now how unnecessarily brutal online communities are now. Side note, Miranda and Josh's dynamic is really fresh but also familiar and I like how it ties in with the show; it's also a good way to show a completely platonic male friendship of Carly's and I can't help but think if Paul would get along with Spencer. I'm really loving Paul in the show and I hope he becomes a recurring character.

Side plot A. I'm kinda hating how we don't get a lot of good Harper plots. I feel like we've brushed off Dutch way too easily and I want to see her be a human being that feels feelings. So far she's been more of a gag but hopefully the remaining episodes explore her more. There's really a lot about Harper that I wish to know given she's not an OG series character.

Side plot B. Surprisingly enough, Freddie's subplot was handled pretty well, in my opinion. It still felt like a subplot but at least it was essential to his growth as a character. As much as I'd like to see adult Creddie get together, Pearl and Freddie don't seem so bad. I'm seeing that the difficult parts of their relationship is starting but it's interesting to point out that—at this point—they are taking it slow. I think it is absolutely important for Freddie to take it slow, not only because of his two divorces, but also because Freddie has a lot on his plate right now. I did notice something important, but we'll talk about it on my next point... But before I do, Spencer knowing how to talk to a monkey makes so much sense it was very Ross Gellar of him + what happened to Jericho the falcon and Marvin the ostrich?

Now, Creddie hints. Not a lot on this episode aside from two important things I've noticed: 1) how they sit next to each other and 2) Freddie's comment about taking things slow. I might dedicate a whole analysis about their sitting next to each other some other time, so for now all I can say is that it's interesting to see that despite being comfortable with each other there is a respect for boundaries. I don't find it sad that Carly doesn't sit or stand as close to Freddie like before he started dating Pearl because it shows how much she respects and wants him to be happy. Now, Freddie's comment about taking things slow... To keep it simple, it's funny how Freddie says he never takes things slow when it's quite possible that he's already playing the long game with Carly. On second thought, maybe I should create a separate analysis for this too?

Overall, the episode was alright. It was definitely better than last week but I hope we get out of the mid-season slump very soon. I'm absolutely excited for the few eps we have left!

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#5

HELP I GOT CALLED A FEMBOY MORMON

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#4

Anime Hamilton

Ah yes

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#3

THEY BOTH HAVE ONLY ONE WRISTBAND AND ITS ON THE OPOSITE SIDES AND WHIZZERS ALSO MATCHES MARVINS OUTFIT AND MARVINS MATCHES WITH WHIZZERS OUTFIT

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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#2

Marvin: Well, it rained today, but as a whole it's been warmer than it was last week. Cordelia: Why does it seem like every time you talk to us, you end up talking about the weather? Is your life so unimaginably dull that you can't think of any events in your life to describe that might be more interesting than the weather? Let's think of something for you to talk about other than the weather. I mean, we barely even know anything about you, other than where you live. Cordelia: Let's start there. What do you do for a living? Marvin: I'm a meteorologist.

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