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#hi rdr fandom...
ghost-qwq · 5 months
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something something they're all bisexual or whatver
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burdock-root · 1 month
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i can’t stop thinking about this reddit post
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lemmeurs · 9 months
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quick arthur study !! tell me how can a man be this babygirl
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strawberrinoz · 11 months
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he is the himbo ever
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ranna-alga · 5 months
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Idk about you guys but I am an absolute sucker for stoic, strong, providing/protective, "macho-macho" male characters absolutely just breaking down when the going gets a bit too tough. Willing to shoulder any burden or battle scars if it means granting their loved ones' safety, but cracking when it gets too much, getting disheveled when things go wrong, when things are out of their control, when they've lost so much that they cannot hold it in anymore. They cannot continue being strong, at least just for now when they just need to decompress.
With that said, Arthur Morgan absolutely deserved to have a good cry. I'm upset he hasn't in the game, at least from what we have seen. Despite how strong and hardened this 36-year-old seasoned outlaw is, he is still a man - a good man at heart (at least in my canon as a High Honour truther).
There is no way he couldn’t have cried on the ship after watching his own father and mentee/lowkey-son-figure die right before his eyes. There is no way he couldn’t have cried when he failed his chance of running away with the love of his life whilst he still had the chance, and having to come to terms with the fact that the last memory she will hold of him will be him making another promise he couldn't keep + that the last piece of her he has left is her essentially writing him out of her life with no time or opportunity to explain. There is no way he couldn’t have cried when the fear of death/the fate that awaited him and his loved ones got too overwhelming for him. There is no way he couldn’t have cried when he started seeing both life and death differently after Sister Calderón's inspiring words in that train station.
He deserved to have a good cry. Arthur, a man living in the American 1890s where there was a certain expectation for men (outlaw or otherwise) to surpress any 'weak' emotion, finally admitting "I'm afraid" was one of the 'manliest' and most human moments we ever see him have, and it was so simple yet so beautiful. The man has been through so much pain as much as he has inflicted it - he deserves a hearty moment of release. To cry, to sob, to wail, whatever. He just needed that after everything.
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itsallgoodmann · 2 months
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arthur knows love exists because he is love <3
hope this helps :)
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asshork · 1 year
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JACK MARSTON FANS RISE WITH ME
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runwhileyoucan · 3 months
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My boy
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I just know his breath smells rancid.
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whoyacallinyellow · 6 months
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The foreshadowing, the dread, the inevitable, the false security.. this series sure does have it all!
Little detail I forgot to post after replaying rdr1, that I don’t hear being talked about!
Uncle will sometimes idle on the porch. Same posture, same pose, same spot as his death.
Just wanted to remind y’all.
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I refuse to believe this is a meaningless coincidence btw
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cardueliis · 1 month
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got the chance to draw whatever we wanted as part of a uni project so ofc i chose arthur
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cowgremlin11 · 7 months
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ow his head
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burdock-root · 4 months
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John Marston, 1899 / 1911
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ripjimmilton · 4 months
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Little John out collecting his little flowers
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sixgunluvr · 5 months
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Wrapped in his arms...
His strong masculine arms embrace me, pulling me close into the warmth of his hard chiseled chest. I lean in, my head finding its familiar resting spot, as the steady rhythm of his heartbeat resonates against my ear, grounding and soothing.
The subtle scent of him, a mix of tobacco and earth, envelops me, enhancing the sense of security his presence always brings.
His breath, gentle on the top of my head, stirs strands of my hair, each exhale whispering reassurance.
Wrapped in his arms, the chaos of the world fades away, leaving behind only the comfort of being held and cherished.
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eclaire-went-bam · 5 months
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npd + rdr culture is seeing people call dutch a narcissist and going "YEAA KING he's just like me ong" and then promptly realise they're actually insulting him with the word 'narcissist' & i proceed to backpedal ...
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