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space-husbands
#I HATE THIS GAMEEE i love th-#I cried the whole night.#mass effect#john shepard#kaidan alenko#mass effect 3#they say “I love you” seven times a minute change my mind#mshenko#I'm still devastated
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just a bunch of doodles from the past weeks
figuring out how to draw them again
#last time i did draw them like properly was uhhh seven years ago?#time to redesign#i feel like paget's illustrations have a major impact on my watson#and probably jeremy's performance on my holmes#my art#sherlock holmes#john watson#ft. holmes in old lady disguise because#victorian husbands#my dearest boys
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My boy Chicken Little brushing his crest alongside other of my favorites Disney protagonists Milo Tatch.
Im so glad to see this little buddy after all this years!
#once upon a studio#chicken little#atlantis the lost empire#beauty and the beast#snow white and the seven dwarfs#thomas o'malley#the aristocats#prince john#robin hood#milo atlantis
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There’s only a shadow of me; in a matter of speaking, I'm dead
#seven art#malevolent#malevolent fanart#john doe malevolent#arthur lester#arthur lester malevolent#I got into it JUST as episode 40 dropped#It was a lot of content to get through but by god I gobbled it up
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#just if you care eliza ghosting is a reference to a letter hamilton sent her#where he yaps about how he sent over twenty letters to her in seven weeks#meanwhile she sent three 😭😭😭#get a job leave her alone#hamilton musical#hamilton#hamilton tweets#alexander hamilton#marquis de lafayette#thomas jefferson#james madison#hercules mulligan#king george iii#samuel seabury#aaron burr#philip hamilton#elizabeth schuyler#amrev#amrev fandom#john laurens
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There are seven levels of McLennon Hell
Level 1: Denial - What's this "McLennon"? Oh of course there are people that think they are in love. Wishful thinking but wouldn't that be fun ha ha ha
Level 2: Curiosity - I mean ok they were definitely platonic soulmates, right?
Level 3: Queering John - Oh wow seems like there's legitimate evidence that John was bisexual, I guess it's not that much of a stretch to imagine he was in love with Paul, that really changes things
Level 4: What Happened in India??
Level 5: Disillusionment of Paul's Immovable Heterosexuality - Oh they really wrote a lot of songs about each other huh. "I'm in love with a friend of mine," what's that mean Paul? Paul? Why are you so obsessed with queerness Paul? You don't have to mention John, Paul, no one asked!
Level 6: Letting Go of All Sanity - Look at the way they look at each other, it's not normal! Is it...... so crazy to think that they did? Paul is so private and repressed, he would keep that secret. What else could "waiting on the other side for your friends to go" mean??
Level 7: Acceptance - THEY WERE FUCKING THE WHOLE TIME THERE'S NO OTHER EXPLANATION
#I just needed to examine how I got here#i'm sure it's different for everyone#but there are definitely seven levels#paul mccartney#john lennon#the beatles#mclennon
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“Be my dog, ser. The night’s alive with promise. We can howl together, and wake the very gods.”
prince daemon and ser duncan 🎻🌳
#my silly guys i love them sm#man who is head over heels and man whose brain is filled with static#daemon blackfyre ii#/#john the fiddler#duncan the tall#asoiaf#dunk and egg#my art#extra tags:#house blackfyre#a song of ice and fire#valyrianscrolls#fanart#the mystery knight#a knight of the seven kingdoms#not technically ship art but its daemon so
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-Tina Tran, Even If We Did Things Differently, I Still Would Have Chosen You
#sherlock holmes#john watson#rdj sherlock#the great ace attorney chronicles 2#herlock sholmes#yujin mikotoba#miss sherlock#sherlock futaba#wato tachibana#sherlock holmes in the 22nd century#elementary#joan watson#sherlock hound#queue takumi defense squad#what's that???? a gifset that's mostly live action!#heresey! burn her at the stake!#look i made a version of this gifset seven years ago but since then#wanted to honor all the adaptions i've grown to know and love#including gaac#so it belongs on my video game blog#because whether it's a steampunk alternative victorian era#or modern day tokyo#or a universe where they're all personified animals#it will always be Them#I don't even ship them romantically but I believe they are soulmates. don't ask me to explain how that's possible but it is.#i know firsthand people can share a bond that transcends simple friendship without becoming romantic#and that's what holmes and watson always are and always have and will be
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7 Minutes in Heaven {obx - jm}
Pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem Pogue!Reader (kinda some John B x reader if you squint)
Summary: pogue!reader gets selected for a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven with JJ—this should be no big deal, right?
Warnings: drinking, smoking, swearing, suggestive flirting, idk? Mild angst. Mostly fluff
Word count: 2,671
A/N: hiii this is my first time ever posting my own lil fanfic to tumblr. I’m sorry if there are any errors:(( I usually write original fiction but this was in my head and I couldn’t get it out. I hope someone gets some enjoyment from it <3 there is a John B alt ending written but idk if I’ll post. Let me know what you beauties thinnnnk:)
When a game of ‘Never Have I Ever’ didn’t sound juicy enough to the sexed up tourons, a blue-shirt wearing frat bro suggested everyone partake in a game of 7 Minutes In Heaven. The pogues were never one to back down from a challenge—least of all you, who’d kissed all of your friends at some point or another.
You took a sip of beer from the paper cup in your hand, but not even drowning yourself in drinks could save you as John B and a touron girl exited the closet, heralding your turn next. He wore a lazy, drunken smile, dancing to the beachy music thumping from a nearby amp.
“Tourons pick the lamest party games.” You hid your bundle of stress underneath a coy joke. “We could be playing flip cup instead.”
“You were laughing when it was Sarah and me.” Kie filed into the room next with a fresh beer in hand, brushing your cheek with the other hand as she passed. “Not so smug now, babes, huh?”
She plopped down on the arm of the chair Pope sat on with his feet kicked up, rolling a backwood.
“Of course it’s funny when it’s not me. That’s how it works,” you said.
John B’s laugh rang out as he orbited around your back, to your side, appearing in your peripheral. You turned slightly, cup pressed against your bottom lip.
“How about you finish off that liquid courage,” John B used his index finger to tip the bottom of the cup up to goad you into chugging. You tried not to laugh into the drink as you complied, drinking the remainder of its contents. “Atta girl. Now lighten up, buzz kill, ‘cause it’s your turn.”
You tossed the now-empty cup at his head with a laugh, watching as he swatted it away. “Like you need an excuse to makeout with someone in a closet.”
“Seven minutes of swapping bacteria.” Pope chimed in from his spot on the recliner as he sparked the lighter. “In the best way possible.”
Kie crossed her arms. “You don’t have to kiss anyone.”
JJ burst around the corner into the room, beer spilling from the bottle in his hand as he caught the last half of the conversation. “Hey, don’t say that! We all have to follow the rules.”
“What rules, JJ?” You rolled your eyes. “The ones you pull out of your ass?”
“Yeah, I can jot them down for you.” He feigned looking around the room, touching his chest for imaginary pencil pockets as the bottle sloshed in his hand. “Anyone got a pen? Maybe a marker? Crayon, perhaps?”
“Alright, alright, I get it!” You conceded with another laugh. “Pour me up a shot and let me make someone’s day!”
Kie hopped off the couch with a grin and began lining up shot glasses on the counter. JJ’s hand cradled the small of your back while John B approached your other side, watching as JJ poured a messy line of contents from the tap across all of the shot glasses.
Every pogue picked one up, preparing to throw them back, when John B took the one from your hand and raised a mischievous brow. “Open up, little loverrr.”
You gave a wide grin before obeying the command, opening up your mouth and sticking out your tongue to prepare for the waterfall of liquor.
John B tossed back his own shot in one fluid motion before pouring the second shot into your mouth. Once the contents were fully polished off you squeezed your eyes shut as an involuntary shiver ran through you, the warmth working its way down your throat and through your chest.
“You missed some.” John B grabbed your cheeks and yanked you closer, playfully slurping the backsplash from the skin around the corner of your mouth and cheek.
“HEYYY NOW!” JJ gave an energetic clap of his hands before pointing at you and John B. “Save it for the closet!”
You shoved John B away from you with laughter almost as if he were an over-zealous puppy before leaning over to smack JJ’s arm. “Oh please, I know you have your fingers crossed hoping it’s me and you.”
You didn’t interpret the playful action as John B making a move on you despite JJ’s joke. You were all particularly affectionate with each other—and for as affectionate as you were, you also gave each other just as much shit.
“Alright, it’s TIME!” said Kie, grabbing you by the shoulders and steering you in Pope’s direction. “Pull the name.”
Pope remained on the couch, but now had a ball cap flipped upside down in his hand with jumbled up scraps of paper inside. He grumbled. “I don’t know how I ended up relegated to this role.”
“Because you’re the most trustworthy,” said Kie. “And the least likely to fuck it up.”
“Can’t argue there.” Pope pulled a piece of paper from the cap. “You will be joined by…” he unfurled the paper. “JJ!”
As JJ looked over at you with that arrogant flirty ease, you couldn’t place why you suddenly felt a spike of nerves. Your feet almost felt as if they had forgotten how to work, with Sarah swooping in to usher you toward the closet, JJ not far behind.
Seven minutes in a closet should be nothing compared to all the drunken nights you’d cuddled up on the chateau’s pullout couch together. The party was in full swing, the perfect time to cut loose, and still, you couldn’t fight the soft apprehension prickling at your palms.
The closet in question was unlike anything you’d grown up with, but that was to be expected anytime you partied at a kook house. It was more akin to a closet like Sarah’s, though it wasn’t overflowing with near as much color or fun crop tops as hers.
You looked around at the designer labels and scrunched your nose. “God, why do kooks need such big closets?”
“Yeah, I’m not digging all the space between us.” Without warning, JJ slipped an index finger into the belt loop of your jeans and pulled you closer until you were only inches apart. “Much better, thanks for the cooperation, princess.”
“You’re getting way too much enjoyment out of this, it’s worrying.”
“Afraid I’ll bite?” He clacked his teeth in your face playfully, smirking when he couldn’t make you flinch.
“Biting doesn’t scare me.” You couldn’t help yourself as you pressed in closer to his face, daring him to retaliate. “You’ll have to try harder, Jay.”
He dropped his hold on the belt loop and pressed his hands into you stomach, shoving you against the wall until you back was flush with the surface, caught between the cold of the wall and the warmth of his body.
“How about now, cupcake? Scared?” He paused and lifted a brow, smirk sweeping up his mouth. He leaned closer. “That toe-curling thing you’re feeling is called sexual tension, my friend.”
Said tension between you was palpable, even after he slacked to give you the space back, satisfied with the effect he’d visibly had on you. Words died in your throat. For the first time ever, you were speechless. JJ, on the other hand, seemed perfectly at ease, content to chatter away.
“We had our first kiss in a closet just like this one.” JJ looked delighted by the memory. "You remember?”
”Don’t call it ‘our first kiss�� like we were ever a thing.” Your composure faltered, but it was a fond memory nonetheless. “Shame on me for choosing ‘dare’ over ‘truth’—I thought I’d get to do something cool like scale a flag pole, but no. Got stuck sucking face with you.”
"Okay, ouch,” he feigned offense, clutching his chest. “I've gotten a lot better at kissing since then.”
You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the heat that was creeping up your neck. "Well, we were like thirteen, so I’d really hope so."
JJ leaned in a little closer again. "I've been thinking about that kiss a lot lately, you know.”
Your walls went up, afraid of being vulnerable. He’d played with your feelings one too many times over the years out of boredom. You used to think when he was flirting he meant it, and that had led to too much confusion. Rather than pine over him forever, you’d grown comfortable with your role of best friend.
Anything more—girlfriend, fuck buddy, situationship—would spell nothing but trouble.
You deflected by teasing him. “You’ve been thinking about a bad kiss from middle school? Find better hobbies.”
“That’s the thing—I need to redeem myself,” he said. “You never wonder what it would be like to try it again now that we’re older? More… seasoned?”
“Don’t be dumb.” Your heart skipped a beat, but you tried not to let it show. "This is just a fun party game, not an opportunity for you to get lucky.”
“What does that cute little tattoo on your ass say again?” He snapped his fingers and feigned as if recalling. “Lucky you.”
You made a sputtering noise, floored by the comeback. You’d been in a bikini around the pogues enough times that they’d likely all seen the edge of said tattoo, but he would have had to pay attention to read it.
“God, you are such a shameless flirt!” You picked up a sandal from the closet floor and began smacking him with it. “What is with you tonight? You’re gonna start humping the keg stand before the party is over—“
“I wouldn’t be the man you know and love unless I flirted without remorse.” JJ flinched away from the sandal, laughing at your reaction. "Come on, you have to admit there's chemistry between us."
You felt a jolt of electricity shoot through your body at his words. He was right, but you didn't know what to do about it—so again, you deflected. “You have chemistry with anything that has tits and legs.”
“Nah, it’s different with us,” he insisted. “And I’ll prove it.”
Before you could respond, JJ took a daring step forward, his hand cupping your cheek as his lips met yours in a searing kiss. It was gentle initially, testing the waters to see what you were okay with. As the kiss lingered, JJ took it as a sign to deepen things, the pace growing hungrier between you.
Your initial surprise gave way to something more passionate and explorative. Warmth pooled in your thighs as he tangled him hands in your hair, tongue making sensuous circles with your own. It was a moment suspended in time as your friendship burned away, scorching the earth until it became something uncharted. He awoke dormant feelings in you—emotions for him that you thought you’d long buried came rising to the surface at full force like a geyser.
“Seven minutes is up!” John B’s voice rang out.
You barely had time to fall apart from each other as the door pried open. A gasp tore through your mouth, accompanied by a jolt of surprise. For a brief moment it had only been you and JJ - the party on the other side of the door had completely disappeared to you.
John B leaned against the doorframe, gazing down at the wild blush staining your cheeks. Something like understanding registered in his gaze at the look on your face, but he quickly recovered the cool-guy charm.
“Either you crazy kids come out, or I’m gonna get serious FOMO and have to join.”
“Squeeze in, man, you’ll love it.” JJ leaned his head against your shoulder and smiled, looking completely unaffected by what had happened. “Plenty of room. Too much, honestly.”
You rolled your eyes, not understanding how he could be so jovial and collected as your heart threatened to pump out of your chest.
“No threesomes in this living room, alright, this ain’t a Hugh Hefner party.” said Pope. “Come smoke this blunt and stop being weird.”
As you exited the confines of the closet, which had felt like it’s own world, you couldn't help but wonder what might have happened if you had been in the closet for even a minute longer. Would hands have roamed further? Would JJ have had time to confess he was just fucking around with you, only he took it a bit farther than usual? You didn’t even know what you’d want him to say.
There wasn’t enough time to process what was happening or the repercussions of it—only that in the moment it had felt really, really good being with JJ. Whatever the absolute fuck that was about.
The unspoken tension had found its voice in that kiss, marking the beginning of the end. You didn’t know how you could look him in the eyes again after feeling his hands knotting through your hair. How could a moment change everything?
You avoided JJ for the next several hours, wrapping your mind around what had happened. If the other pogues noticed, they didn’t call you out on it. Not openly, anyway. Kie and John B were not subtle as they gossiped in hushed whispers, glancing between you and JJ at your two different places across the party.
Eventually, the drinks caught up to you. Coping with your alien feelings by attempting to numb them with alcohol hadn’t worked, of course, so now not only were you mentally spiraling but had also come down with a bad case of the spins.
To anchor yourself back to the moment, you slipped away from the party, which was just now starting to teeter off from its full swing, and exited out of the back door of the mansion onto a vacant area of porch.
Salty sea and crisp nighttime air instantly offered reprieve to your racing mind as you walked over to the wooden railing of the porch and leaned against it, reveling in the quiet.
A few minutes later, your quiet was disturbed by the sound of the sliding glass door opening up behind you. You turned to look at who’d followed, heart nearly leaping from your chest at the sight of JJ.
“Hey, you okay out here?” He stuck his head out of the door, quiet concern on his face. You nodded without verbal response. “Is it cool if we talk for a minute?”
You nodded again, feeling a nervous knot forming in your stomach. You didn’t want to imagine what he would say next. Still, you were both here now, and there was no use in prolonging the inevitable. “What's up?”
He closed the door behind himself. Here it comes, you thought. He’s going to confess that he was just teasing you—it meant nothing to him. All one big, meaningless flirt brought on by his name being pulled from a random lottery. If it’d been John B’s name called over JJ’s, JJ may have never looked at you twice otherwise. Not any differently than usual, anyway. Why did that possibility hurt so much?
“About the game…” He approached your side at the porch railing, looking less sure of himself than normal. “I know you’ve been avoiding me.”
Your reply was short. “Astute observation.”
“Don’t do that—don’t shut down.” His eyes cut right through you. “Look, I - I have something to admit.”
You steeled yourself for him to say something that would break you, but you wouldn’t show it. “Don’t leave me in suspense, Jay.”
“I’m sorry if I crossed a line by kissing you before…” There was a pause too long in the air as he contemplated whether or not to say the next words. “I bribed Pope to make sure he called my name for your turn.”
“You… what?”
“Don’t be mad.” He squeezed his eyes shut as if an admission of guilt physically pained him. After all, his motto had always been ‘deny, deny, deny.’ “It may or may not have been John B’s name on the paper that Pope actually pulled, but I’d slid him a $20 beforehand to make sure no one else got you.”
The uneasiness in your stomach slowly transformed into butterflies, tickling all the way up your throat until it evolved into belly-aching laughter. He wasn’t toying with you because he was bored or because it was convenient. He orchestrated this.
The laughter confused him. “Is that – wait – why are you laughing?”
“Shut the fuck up and kiss me again.”
His features brightened, eyes glowing with a new, consuming adoration. He swept you in closer and brought his mouth down to yours, talking against your lips. “God, I’m so glad you said that. Playing it cool has never been my style.”
#jj x reader#jj maybank imagine#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank#john b routledge#john b x reader x jj#obx fanfiction#obx reader#obx#obx fic#pogue x reader#fluff#light angst#angst with a happy ending#outer banks#seven minutes in heaven#outerbanks#fanfic#mine
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By John Alvin
#John Alvin#concept art#snow white and the seven dwarfs#cinderella#cinderella 1950#The Emperor's New Groove#The Emperors New Groove#Emperors New Groove#Emperor's New Groove#mulan#mulan 1997#disney#disneyedit#disney edit#capturingdisney#*
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Buck: You better have a good reason for doing that Bucky: Oh I have several Bucky: Pettiness Bucky: ... anger Buck: That's it? Bucky: I also have a deep-seated need for attention. Yours, preferably
#buck : but you always have my attention?#seven dead twelve wounded (all bucky)#clegan#buck x bucky#buck cleven#gale cleven#john egan#bucky egan#mota#masters of the air#mota incorrect quotes
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KATE LASWELL AND CO BOARDGAME NIGHT. POSSIBLY DRINKING. MAYBE MARIJUANNA.
I'm saying Kate, her wife, John and Nik because Kate and John would never let the lads see them high.
Sarah insists that they play Game of Life because no one is getting through Monopoly if her stash is involved. They don't go your typical route and share a joint. No, Sarah likes baking so they have brownies.
It starts off fine, they're still a bit stiff around the shoulders. A little too professional for a board game. Nikolai and Sarah use their critical thinking skills and bring out a selection of various snacks before ordering pizza.
And then Kate starts smiling when she's reading out a card, she's flashing her pearly white teeth and Nikolai is half sure she doesn't know she's doing it. "Your pet goat wins a ribbon. Collect 120K from the bank."
It's a ridiculously unfunny card but the way John snickers makes Nikolai laugh and in the back of his mind Nikolai quickly realises that the brownies are kicking in. Sarah is still content and happy, no change in her.
"Pet goat?" John asks with far too much glee for something so simple.
"What kind of lesbian doesn't have a pet goat?" Sarah remarks, feigning offence.
Nikolai rolls his eyes and points to the board on the table. "She isn't a lesbian, she started off as a blue figure."
John had immediately claimed the blue car, Nik had taken the pink while no one was looking and it'd left the women to fight over who got the green car. Kate had won and coincidentally, Nikolai had pretended not to see how Sarah had offered her chest a feel.
"Lesbians can be blue, John. You English bigot." Kate retorts, barely biting back a laugh. The relaxed, almost giggly aura looks good on her. Nikolai has seen her during the hardest days of her career and he thinks she deserves as much happiness as she's feeling now. John might be his partner but Kate is one of his closest friends and he'd be lying if he said it didn't warm his heart to see the both of them so happy. Even if they're high as shit.
John only lets out a loud bark of laughter in response, sinking back into the couch cushions.
He watches as Sarah leans over and snatches a pack of Chips Ahoy from the table, tearing it open carelessly and shoving one in her mouth with a quite frankly pornographic moan that is hysterically funny to him. He briefly considers stealing one but John is slumped against his side and there's no way in Hell he can escape out from under him.
Kate looks back to her wife and then at the arrangement of snacks on the table before looking back to Sarah. "Hand me the Doritos."
Sarah does not have the grace to swallow the cookie before answering and it makes Nikolai chuckle. "Get them yourself."
"Give me the Doritos or I'll pinch you."
Sarah grabs the bag with a dramatic look of irritation. "Only because you'd pinch my tit."
Nikolai thinks John is half asleep with how quiet the other man is until someone knocks on the Laswell's front door, the undeniable joy on John's face is something he wishes he could photograph if he could remember where he sat his fucking phone.
The other man drags himself off of the couch and towards the front door with a pep in his step that Nikolai swears he's never seen before.
"Even walks like a gayboy." He hears Sarah mutter between cookies.
Kate breaks into a fit of giggles in response, pointing at John with a Dorito in hand as she tries to form words that just can't quite break through her laughter.
Nikolai would laugh if he wasn't too busy trying to kick off his boots without having to reach down and untie them.
The pizza boxes hit the table with a loud thud and before any of the three have a chance to react, John has already pinched the top one. "Dig in, arseholes."
#kate laswell#laswells wife#kate laswells wife#captain john price#john price#cod nikolai#nikprice#sorry but you can rip giggling high kate laswell out of my cold dead hands#nikolai gets weirdly sappy about john and his friends when hes high#if you let john fall asleep while high then he'll take a seven hour nap
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*In the Sector 2814 group chat*
Hal: ugggghh if I have to put up with Spooky’s grumpy ass for another minute I’m gonna snap. Someone please switch with me?
Guy: lmao no
John: I know Justice League duty can be a chore sometimes but we all have to do our fair share
Hal: Kyle please I’ll buy you a new sketchbook
Kyle: nice try I know you’re as broke as I am
Hal: Damnit. Baz, Cruz, if I said you two could go together…
Simon: Nope
Jessica: We’re not the newbies anymore, you can’t make us do anything
Jo: Don’t even think about it
Hal: …
Hal: new idea, we make our own Justice League. We have enough people for one
#incorrect green lantern quotes#green lantern#green lantern corps#hal jordan#guy gardner#john stewart#kyle rayner#simon baz#jessica cruz#jo mullein#dc comics#justice league#there’s seven GLs from Earth in main DC continuity#ten if you count Alan Jade and Keli#hell might as well include Carol too
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The Mercury Seven Astronauts
Wally Schirra
Alan Shepard
John Glenn
Scott Carpenter
Deke Slayton
Gordon Cooper
Gus Grissom
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The Baddest Gang in the West™ 💪
You do not mess with these Outlaws.
#Noshir looks like he's about to kick seven kinds of ass and no names will be spared#roger clark#arthur morgan#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#rob wiethoff#john marston#noshir dalal#Charles Smith#benjamin byron davis#dutch van der linde#Alex mckenma#Sadie Adler#Kaili Vernoff#susan grimshaw#Curzon dobell#hosea matthews#peter blomquist#micah bell
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