#joshua graham mentioned

[idle-skull]

“Pray with me”

Self indulgent homoerotic, unspoken OC x Canon with christian undertones

[brightfiction]

This has been my after work project for a week or so now. Wanted to make a tarot card for my favorite goody two shoes courier, Evie, and Joshua. Where my courier/joshua shippers at?!

[laniusbignaturals]

Honest Hearts is by and large not a funny DLC but I get a chuckle out of the part where Joshua goes “He (*a prominent member of a tribal culture completely alien to mine) has fashioned himself an abomination before the eyes of the Lord (*the Mormon god, which he, once again, does not recognize at all.) I'm happy to serve as an instrument of divine justice (*by reviving the mass rape and murder campaign that I spent the past three decades orchestrating which, incidentally, was exactly what forced cultures like his into decline in the first place.)”

[themosttenderestofbees]

hello white fallout new vegas fan. I want to play a game. in front of you is a native american. they are going to list their grievances with the honest hearts dlc. you have to listen without interrupting to justify the writing decisions made by the creators. fail to do this or mention the quality of joshua graham's character writing and the bomb collar around your neck will detonate, just like in the hit game fallout new vegas. live or die the choice is yours

[melonmortis]

Okay I meant to add a little essay under this but only remembered to do it now lmao:

Story wise, Joshua does come across as the more terrifying man. A refusal to die even when going through one of the most painful outcomes of a botched execution, surviving solely off of spite. His stats are also intimidating, 10 Endurance, a man that won’t go down easily and a 75-100 in Guns meaning he’s very skilled with a firearm.

Comparing that to Caesar, a guy who sits on his ass all day with his highest stat being a 6 in both Strength and Endurance (has 100 in Guns, Melee and Unarmed, but Guns is ultimately useless. Melee and Unarmed would be impressive were it not him needing an entire guard around him at all times for “safety reasons”.)

However, beyond the in game symbolism and story potential of Graham, I find Caesar in a real world sense to be a scarier as he’s, well…more realistic.

Taking a look at especially modern day dictators, you don’t see men like Lanius, giant blood thirsty monsters in the literal sense. No, you see slowly dying, hypocritical old men, that allow war and all atrocities that come with it to take place in their name.

When you look at “male influencer” types, you don’t see smooth and suave characters like Vulpes talking to impressionable young men. No, you see loud, irritating men who spout pseudo intellectual bullshit that they don’t even understand to have a following.

Joshua can/has, arguably, fallen into this category (this comes from brain dead Redditors and the like using Joshua as a sort of alpha male influencer and completely looking over why “killing when done righteously is a chore like any other” Graham and “a little r*pe here and there” Sallow were the perfect combination for each other. (also a problem with Honest Hearts being racist and how else are some supposed to read it but that’s a story for another time lol)).

At the end of the day, however, when Joshua was backed into a wall, did anybody seem to defend him? Stand up for him? No. Caesar wanted him gone, and everybody under Joshua just followed and listened to their god, owner, and father.

Something something I find Caesar to be a much scarier person than Joshua could ever really be send tweet

[monetscreature]

First batch of headcannon favs!

Okay so- I did a bit of a mix with these. A LOT of people headcannon arcade with a dad bod (so canon to me) + benny as well! As well as benny being Mexican ( of course canon to me) these were @buttercupbread06 , @falloutnewnobody and @nukacourier !! And @nukanom1con headcannons Joshua Graham to be slowly ghoul-ifying which I found to be such a fun headcannon : -) falloutnewnobody also mentioned a headcannon about arcade growing a moustache but always ending up shaving because he resembled his father which I really quite found interesting. Thank you all for sharing your headcannons with me!! Hopefully I got all the tags and details right!

There will be more to come!! I got lots of submissions which I am excited about. Just moving slow due to art block+ work.

[nevadancitizen]

-> CH. 3: OF TRUE AND FALSE MEMORIES

synopsis: you hitch a ride to the heartlands. hopefully your driver doesn't mind you leeching for just a while longer.

word count: 3.6k

ships: Arthur Morgan/Modern!Reader, Van der Linde Gang & Reader

notes: hey ummm merry christmas eve here's an early present. also zion as a concept of faith is mentioned but i am not a zionist trust it's just that joshua graham is unfortunately a mormon 🙏

TOSoA taglist: @one-green-frog , @photo1030 , @mavenhavenn , @fathermarama , @its-yummi (if you'd like to be added to the taglist, just ask <3!!)

THE OLD SOUL OF AMERICA MASTERLIST

You know the trail to Dead Horse Point well by now. Something is a bit different – but still, Joshua and Daniel and the Dead Horses and Sorrows welcome you and your mules, Rook and Bishop, all the same.

Follows-Chalk, Drumming-Storm, and a few other Dead Horses crowd the mules, offloading everything you had on them: books, kettles, blankets, guns (and accompanying black powder), tobacco, and alcohol. They mostly crowd Rook, as she’s the heavyweight of the two and carries more – Bishop’s more of a riding mule. The Dead Horses wander off soon after, arms full, taking everything to its respective place. 

Joshua approaches you, adjusting the bandages near his eyes to see you better. “You’ve got on well.”

“Yes, sir,” you say. “Happy Trails treats me well. I’m their employee, but I’m also their friend.”

“Yes, but this?” Joshua gestures at the people putting up what you’ve brought. “All this product? They must have put a lot of trust in you.”

“They put more trust in my steeds,” you say. “Both got some burro in them. And they can kick as hard as them, too – especially Bishop.”

“That, I don’t doubt,” Joshua says. 

You watch as Rook shakes her coat out, causing her carrying gear to jingle. Bishop wanders closer to Joshua, nudging at his shoulder and nipping at the bandages that cover Joshua’s arm. Joshua lifts his arm (slowly – again, he’s bandaged all over) and pats the side of Bishop’s face.

“They like it here,” you say. “Maybe it’s something about the canyon. Or maybe they just like you.”

“Zion is a godly place,” Joshua says. His voice, though deep and abrasive, carries a heavy tone of affection. “Wherever man may be, he always dreams of Zion. These creatures may share our same dreams.”

“That’d be nice,” you hum softly. You reach out and place your hand under Rook’s jaw, and she leans forward into your touch. Her big, brown eyes blink slowly as she looks at you, then around the campsite, like she’s appreciating the sight.

“We should probably get going,” you say. You look over at Joshua. “I need to load up on daturana and datura hide. That’s what Happy Trails wants in exchange, anyway.”

“Go talk to Winding-Path,” Joshua says. “She knows what you’re owed.”

When you look to your right, Follows-Chalk is hurrying over, a hand raised and a smile on his face. The painted markings on his face crease and stretch with his smile – rather than spider legs creeping up his cheeks, they look like laugh lines.

“Hoye!” He greets. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Nice to see you, too,” you say. You reach out to grasp his hand, and as soon as you brush it – 

A bump in the road jolts you awake. You let out a small, confused sound, then settle. 

You’re in the back of a wagon, crammed between folded-up lodgings and kitchen supplies. Your knees are drawn to your chest, and your back is to the wooden side of the wagon. 

Before packing up and making yourself fit into the space left on the wagon, you weren’t really told much of anything. From what you’ve gathered, the men (“men” being the young-ish, able-bodied ones) robbed a train, and now you and the gang have to flee. It seems like you fit right in, because they have a penchant for pissing off the wrong people, just like you.

“Hey, you’re finally awake!” Hosea calls from the front, where he sits next to Arthur.

“Yeah.” You shift and take a quick, deep breath as you rub the sleep from your eyes. “Yeah, I’m up.”

“We’re nearly to the Heartlands,” Hosea says. He turns so that he’s facing you with his arm resting on the back of the seat. “You ever been there before?”

“No,” you say. You sway with the trail in the dirt road and the way Arthur drives. 

“We’re settling up in Horseshoe Overlook,” Hosea says. “It’s near a livestock town called Valentine – all mud and morons, if I remember right.”

“Huh,” you hum. You look away from Hosea and around you. 

It’s different from when you were up in Colter. It’s warmer, for one. The trees aren’t dredged in snow – instead, their branches are covered in leaves, each one green and upturned. Grasses and flowers sprout from the dirt ground, which is now soft and malleable instead of frozen and cold to the touch. Everything is just nicer. 

For a minute, you just listen to the sounds around you. It’s calm. Birdsong fills the air, and you can see animals bounding through the trees of the forest and grasses of the valleys (for the first time in a while, honestly – cities don’t lend themselves well to wildlife). 

What was that dream about? You wonder silently. I was… in the Dead Horses’ camp. But that place is completely fictional, even in this… timeline? Coma-fever-something dream? I don’t even know at this point.

You hear the sound of moving water and look to the front. Arthur is guiding the horses into a stream, which the rest of the caravan has cleared without a problem. 

In the middle of the water, you feel a shock and hear something break. You clutch to the side of the wagon and feel that the driving is a little… off.

“Get us out the stream,” Hosea says. “You gotta keep us moving, but calm.”

Did you just ask Arthur to be calm? You shout in your head. Arthur is the epitome of everything that isn’t calm! He barely feels things, and when he does, he’s meaner than a gas station tweaker – and he’s not even on anything!

Arthur (yes, carefully, you’ll admit) pulls the wagon out of the stream. Just as he does, you feel another shock and a shift. You scramble to hold onto a canister as it nearly falls out of the back of the wagon. 

“Ah, shit!” Arthur curses. He draws the wagon to a stop.

“Okay, let’s take a look,” Hosea says. 

You move and shift the items so that they’re pushed further up the wagon, where you were sitting just before. You hop off the back of the wagon. Sure enough, the wheel has just popped itself right off. 

“You alright back there?” Bill calls from up ahead. 

“Does everything look alright?” Arthur snaps as he hops off the driver’s seat. 

You can see Javier shift in his seat in the wagon ahead of yours, trying to get a better look. “Well, what’s going on?”

Arthur walks closer to you, accessing the damage. He throws a hand up in the air and groans. “I broke the goddamn wheel!”

“Alright!” Hosea chimes. “Let’s get it fixed.” 

“You need help?” Javier calls. 

Hosea waves him off with a hand. “I reckon we can handle it.”

You quickly step back as he and Charles make their way to the back of the wagon. Arthur hoists up the wheel so he can roll it towards the wagon. Hosea and Charles pick up the back, and Arthur forces the wheel back into place. 

You hurry over and pick up a crate, putting it in the wagon. You hop up into the bed of the wagon and take a small chest from Charles, placing it where it belongs.

“Hey, look at you.” Arthur says as he checks the back of the wagon. “You ain’t so useless after all.”

“O-oh,” you say after a second. “You’re talking to me?”

“I am.” He looks up at you. The brim of his hat casts a harsh shadow that partly obscures his eyes. “Did I… offend you, somehow?”

“No, no!” You laugh nervously and take another crate from Charles. “I just wasn’t sure. Sorry.”

“Uh-huh,” Arthur hums. 

“Hold on,” Hosea almost hisses. 

You look over at him, and he’s looking to the side. You follow his eyes and see three figures on the ridge of a cliff, each perched on a horse. You can barely make out their facial features, but they look like Native Americans.

“What you think?” Arthur says lowly. 

“If they wanted trouble, we wouldn’t have seen them,” Charles says. 

“Poor bastards…” Hosea raises his arm and waves, but doesn’t call out to them. “We really screwed them over down here.”

Yeah… You think to yourself, still looking at the figures on horseback. It’s not much better in the future, either. I’d tell you all the details, but then I’d be put in an asylum.

“Come on,” Hosea says. “Let’s not push our luck.”

You take your eyes away from the figures. Instead, you help Charles pack up the last of what’s meant to go in the back of the wagon. 

As Arthur and Hosea hop on the front of the wagon, you make yourself comfortable on top of a trunk. Charles sits across from you on a rectangular crate. 

“Not too far now. Stay on this trail,” Hosea instructs Arthur. “We’ll follow the river, then cut left inland.”

You look around as Hosea starts telling Arthur about how the poor the natives were treated in this area. “Stolen clean away from them it was, every blade of grass,” he says. Even though it’s wrong (reprehensible, even), you understand why white men wanted this country. It’s breathtakingly beautiful – or maybe it just looks that way because it’s not what you’re used to. It’s not asphalt and smog and a concrete jungle in place of real land that lives and breathes.

“I heard some of the army out here was particularly, uh…” Hosea thinks for a second. “Unpleasant about it.”

“Unpleasant?” Charles echoes. “How do you rob and kill people pleasantly?”

“You… say please?” You try to joke. “And thank you?”

“Something like that!” Hosea laughs. “That’s the perfect way to simplify something more complicated for the benefit of our blockheaded driver here.” 

You cringe a little. You don’t really want to be roped in while Hosea’s insulting Arthur so freely and carelessly. 

“Hey, don’t blame nothin’ on me,” Arthur says. “Never forget, y’all – this here’s a conman, born and bred. Just ‘cause it sounds fancy don’t mean he knows a damn thing ‘bout what he’s talkin’ ‘bout.”

A nice pseudo-quiet settles over all four of you. (Pseudo because while it’s true that none of you are talking, the noise of the forest around you fills that silence well.)

“So…” Arthur starts. “Charles. What happened to your tribe?”

“I don’t even know if I have one. Least, not that I can remember,” Charles says. “My father was a colored man. They told me he lived with our people for a while – a number of free men did – but… when we were forced to move from our lands, the three of us fled. I was too young to really remember much.” 

His expression hardens a little. “All my life I’ve been on the run.”

You feel your face twist a bit and a pang of empathy. Empathy – not sympathy. You don’t feel pity for Charles. You know a feeling familiar to his. Maybe you weren’t literally pushed from your land, but you sure as hell know how it feels – skipping from shelter to warming center to temporary housing to shelter.

Addicts, even child addicts and children of addicts, are liabilities. You were a liability.

Charles’ voice brings you from your thoughts. “A couple years later, some soldiers captured my mother. Took her somewhere. We never saw her again. We drifted around. My father was a very sad man, and the drink had a mean hold on him. Around thirteen… I just took off on my own.”

His eyes flit over to meet yours. “What’s that look for?”

“Sorry.” You duck your head and look off to the side. “It’s just… I understand.”

You leave it hanging at that. Then, you look at Charles out of the corner of your eye. He’s waiting for you to continue. You glance at Hosea and Arthur. Neither have turned around to look at you, but you can tell they’re waiting, too. 

“My dad wasn’t around. Like, at all,” you say. “And my mom liked to go to trap houses to get stoned out of her goddamn mind.”

“Trap houses?” Hosea echoes. “What d’you mean by that?”

A cold shock shoots down your spine as you remember that, yeah – this is 1899! And you’re from the future! And you can’t let slip that you’re from the 21st century!

“A trap house is a house where people go to buy and sell drugs,” you say as you think of a lie. “Sorry – it’s slang from the Frontier, I guess. Hasn’t made its way eastward yet.”

“Huh,” Hosea hums. “And what did you do before you found yourself here? If you don’t mind my asking.”

The dream! The dream! Your mind screams at you. Remember the dream!

“I worked for a company called Happy Trails Caravan,” you lie. “Had two mules – Rook and Bishop. I spent most of my time travelling alone, and delivering to the tribes in the Mojave.”

“And how was that?” Hosea asks. “I can’t imagine travelling all the time leaving a lot of room for friends.”

“Oh, yeah. It was nice, but still a little lonely,” you say. “I started doing more local runs across the north of the Mojave around six or seven years ago. Made friends with some of the tribes in Zion Canyon. I started working that job when I was maybe… fourteen? And spent around a decade going cross-country before I did more local deliveries.”

“That was about the age we found young Arthur here – maybe a little older,” Hosea says. “A wilder delinquent you never did see! But he learned fast.”

Arthur scoffs. “Not as fast as Marston, apparently.”

You and Charles exchange a look and he speaks up. “I don’t understand. What’s the problem between you two?”

“Eh…” Arthur shrugs. “It’s a long story.”

You cup a hand by your mouth and half-whisper to Charles. “Marston’s the wolf guy, right?”

He just nods in response. You drop your hand and lean back, looking around at the scenery again. Arthur leads the wagon right by the wall of a sheer cliff drop. You look up at the ridge and the trees silhouetted there. 

“We still headed the right way?” Arthur says. 

“That depends,” Hosea says. “Are we still heading west, in search of fortune and repose in virgin forests, as we planned? No. Are we heading in the correct direction on our desperate escape from the law, eastwards down the mountains? Yes, I believe so.”

You smile to yourself a little. You don’t really know him all that well, but so far, Hosea’s shaping up to be one of the people you can trust. If not, he’s a nice storyteller, at least. You guess that counts for something.

“You know this area?” Charles asks. 

“A little. I’ve been through a couple of times. There’s a livestock town not too far from here, called Valentine.” Hosea hooks his thumb over his shoulder at you. “Was telling them and Arthur about it earlier. Cowboys, outlaws, working girls. Our kinda place.”

“O’Driscolls?” Arthur asks. 

“Probably them too,” Hosea says.

“Pinkertons?”

“Let’s hope not.” 

“And this place we’re going…” Arthur shifts, giving the reins a light snap. “Wait, what’s it called again?”

You turn and watch the riverbed pass by as they continue to talk. The place is called Horseshoe Overlook, like Hosea told you earlier. They talk about the Blackwater job and about Dutch doing things that weren’t like him. (That confuses you a bit. He’s a nice guy, as far as you can tell. But everyone has their limit, and from what you can infer, the ferry was Dutch’s limit.) A few more sentences later, you get the distinct feeling you shouldn’t be listening in on this conversation. Instead, you turn to Charles. 

“Are you doing okay?” You ask. 

“I’m fine,” Charles says. “Do I… not look okay?”

You laugh awkwardly and scratch your cheek. “No, no. I’m just… asking to be polite.”

His eyebrows draw together a little and he frowns a bit. “Okay.”

You inhale deeply and draw your lips into a thin line, then nod, then look away. 1899 is such a weird year to be alive. Or… to be in a coma in? Like, you’re in a coma and your coma dream is set in 1899. This is so confusing.

Javier’s voice from up ahead breaks your thoughts (and keeps you from going into a spiral, really). 

“There you are, brother!” He points further down the trail. “Head in there and follow the track for a bit.”

“Thanks,” Arthur says. 

“Hey, slow up,” Javier calls. “I’ll jump on.”

Javier catches up as Arthur slows down. He hops up onto the tailgate step, holding onto the side of the wagon for extra support. You give him a smile and he nods in return. 

“Any trouble getting in here, Javier?” Hosea asks from up front. 

“No, it went well,” Javier says. “This is a good spot.”

“Excellent!” Hosea says. “I think this’ll work for us. For now, anyway.”

You lean to the side and watch as Horseshoe Overlook comes into view. It’s a nice spot, like Javier said. Some of the grass has already been worn down from all the recent moving around the people and the horses have been doing. A few tents have already been set up, but not all of them.

“Here we are, folks,” Hosea says. “Home, sweet home.”

“You weren’t wrong, Hosea!” Dutch calls from inside the camp. “This place… is perfect.”

Hosea climbs off, and you take that as a hint to get off and start unloading. Charles looks inside the trunk you were sitting on before and tells you that it’s bedding. You take it from him and head over to the tents. 

Most of the rest of the day passes like that. Everything needs to be unpacked and worked on. There was a small interruption when Dutch got up on his soapbox and gave a quick speech about everyone pitching in. He told the gang their fake backstory – that you and the rest of them are a group of itinerant workers whose factory got shut down up north. 

Evening comes quietly and quickly, and night follows it. The sheer drop on the outskirts of camp serves as a nice place to sit and think. 

The stars are so much more bright than they are back in your time. (Your time? Or is it real life? Waking life? Who knows? And, at this point, who cares?) They twinkle and blink and almost seem to dance. They group together and look like they’re spilling from one center source. The moon is nice and full on the horizon. You can see the craters and indents in her surface. It’s like you’re looking up at millions of silver nails driven into dark blue velvet, with the white head of a spike serving as the moon. It’s beautiful, for lack of better words. 

“Hey.”

You gasp and tense, glancing over your shoulder. It’s Arthur. 

You return to looking up at the sky. “Jesus… What do you want?”

“Charles told me to ask you if you’ve eaten,” Arthur says. “Well? Have you?”

“Uh, yeah,” you say. “I’m good.”

Even though you think the conversation is over, you can still feel Arthur behind you. It seems that these people either don’t know how to end a conversation or it’s just different in 1899. 

“The stars.” You glance over your shoulder at Arthur, then away again. “I’m… I’m looking at the stars. If you were curious.”

“Uh huh?” Arthur hums. “And what’s so fascinating about them stars?”

“It’s just that, uh… I couldn’t see them as well out west,” you say. “Where I’m from. Here, I can see them so clearly. They look so real.”

Like I could just reach out and touch them… I mean, this is a coma or something like that. Maybe I could. Maybe I can. 

“I mean, I know they’re real,” you say, your voice laced with laughter. “I’m not – I’m not stupid. They’re just pretty. That’s all.”

“Whatever you say,” Arthur says. 

He steps forward into your peripheral vision. You glance at him, then away, like a child after they’ve been scolded for staring. You push down the instinct to shrink away and look at him.

He takes out a hand-rolled cigarette and puts it between his lips. He strikes a match with the bottom of his boot and lights it. The cherry of the cigarette lights up his face, casting warm light and soft shadows. 

“You want one?” Arthur asks. 

“Huh?” You blink, then look away. “No. No, thank you. I don’t smoke.”

“If you say so,” he says. 

You can see Arthur look up at the stars out of the corner of your eye. He takes a deep drag from his cigarette, then exhales the smoke through his nose. The cherry of the cigarette flickers, then resumes glowing softly. 

You join him in looking up. Sure enough, the stars are still there, and the stars are still real. All seem to spill from a single source. The moon is a little higher above the horizon – no longer touching it, but hovering in the sky. 

 Usually, you’d never get moments like this. You’d usually work from sunrise until sunset and pick up extra shifts and overtime where you could. It’s nice to see the world like this. Natural. Raw. Even if you have to ignore Arthur’s presence extra-hard, you still manage to enjoy the moment. 

Everything’s just so slow back… then? Back now? Back now. Everything’s so slow back now. It’s like a break. A break from the jackrabbit-style, too-quick, so-fast-it’ll-give-you-a-heart-attack type of living you’re used to. A forced break, but a break nonetheless.

Breaks are nice. You watch a star flicker, twinkle, then blink into darkness. 

Maybe you should take breaks more often. 

[lak3sinstilln3ss]

Okay but if The burned man is guy Fawkes then I think a reasonable argument could be made that an Independent Courier could be V

My bizarre Ceaser’s Legion headcanon thing:

JOSHUA GRAHAM IS GUY FAWKES FOR THE LEGION

‘Remember remember the fifth of November

Burning, failure and plot

I see no reason why the Burned Man’s treason

Should ever be forgot’

^ that is what the soldiers mean when they say the slaves are talking about the burned man again.

(Context- Okay so he’s a guy who tried to blow up the Houses of Parliament in 1605. He was in a group of 13 but he was the one tasked with blowing it up. He failed, and was hung drawn and quartered (standard way to kill traitors to the crown back then) And we celebrate ‘Bonfire Night’ (5th November) where we burn a ‘Guy’ a thing made to resemble a human to sorta represent that)

They have a big event on the day of the 1st battle of Hoover damn annually to celebrate, like how we do (for Mr Fawkes on 5th November)

Basically Guy Fawkes is a weirdly good way to think of Joshua: Joshua when a legion/ex legion courier approaches him and is like “omg!” And recites that rhyme at him and is like “we burn your body every year to celebrate”

Joshua’s life becoming a legacy/myth that the Legion burn efficacies of him to celebrate his death and the slaves whisper about how he will save them each year

I have more thoughts on this also but they’re for a later date

[nukacourier]

Hate that you can't even mention how Honest Hearts and especially Joshua Graham being idolized and posted about uncritically by the fandom basically opened a door for racist Christian nutjobs to start feeling more accepted in the fandom when they used to be less of an issue due to NV being seen as the "queer fallout game" till Joshua became a fan favorite without hearing "let people enjoy things!!"

[idle-skull]

Gently holds his cold hands…

[themisinformer]

Man Who Pays $8 a Month for Twitter Checkmark Somehow Thinks He’s the Smart One

SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA - Considering himself to be a part of some sort of elite intellectual class, area man Joshua Carmichael has expressed to reporters this week that he feels superior to other people as he has a verified checkmark on his Twitter profile, a status that he willingly pays $8 a month for.

“Not to brag, but I’m like verified on Twitter,” the unemployed 29 year old who still lives with his parents told reporters. “That means people actually care what I have to say. My tweets actually hold value, unlike those unverified plebeians.”

According to friends and family members close to Joshua, whenever he gets into an argument with someone whether it be online or in person, his favorite comeback is to mention that he’s verified and they’re not.

“It was exhausting,” Joshua’s ex girlfriend Megan Graham said. “Whenever we would get into a disagreement, even if it was as mild as what we should order for takeout, he would always say that since he was verified, he clearly knew what he was talking about, unlike me, who has a private Twitter account.”

Megan eventually broke up with Joshua due to what she called his “arrogant ways,” something that Joshua took to Twitter to refute. “Don’t believe the unverifiable narratives people,” Joshua told his 30 Twitter followers. “If you see an unverified Twitter account spreading negative information about me, then just ignore them. They’re clearly just jealous that I’m verified and they’re not.”

At press time, Joshua was seen reportedly blocking anyone who pointed out to him that a premium Twitter subscription doesn’t actually boost your credibility or even your tweets in general, just Elon Musk’s account.

[new-vegas-radio]

No no but on the very thin chance they have a Joshua Graham cameo in Fallout Prime season 2 I would lose my ever living MIND. I would be frothing at the MOUTH. I would die RIGHT THEN AND THERE.

Even if they just casually mention that Some Guy is making trouble for some leftover legionaries while the gang is in New Vegas I will pause the show and proceed to make dying creature noises, ya’ll don’t even KNOW

[finely-arts]

Cannon Fallout Facts That are Wild:

Tw// Mention of Sucide

▪︎ Charon knows or is aware of the Beatles

▪︎ Charon is almost as tall as Legate Lanius

▪︎ Danse Loves it if you convince Virgil he should die, but only Dislikes Cannibalism

▪︎ Arcade Gannon's father's name was supposed to be Mark, and Arcade's middle name is Isreal

▪︎ The Lone Wanderer's Cannon birthday is July 13, making them a cancer

▪︎ You were supposed to kill your father in the og plot of bethesda's Fallout 3.

▪︎ There were supposed to be 12 neighborhoods in D.C. before being cut down.

▪︎ Joshua Graham was originally the Hanged Man in Fallout Van Burean, and you were supposed to find him tied up, hung by the neck.

▪︎ The sla'anter are a cut race of raccoon people.

▪︎ The Courier can be unaware of what fish are.

▪︎ Fallout 2 was the first game to include gay marriage (getting married in the game actually sucks though)

▪︎ There is a cut perk in Fallout 2 that indicates that you start the game as a virgin

[onlydylanobrien]

James Sweeney on Friends With Low Self-Esteem in Twinless

James Sweeney’s Twinless poses the question: What happens when you lose the person who made you whole?

The film, now screening at Sundance, follows Dennis (Sweeney) and Roman (Dylan O’Brien), two young men who meet in a twin-bereavement support group and form a complex friendship while searching for solace. The film also stars Gilmore Girls veteran Lauren Graham.

We talked with Sweeney about his best friend and cinematographer Greg Cotten, Brian De Palma’s influence on Twinless, and lying.

Joshua Encinias: Does Lauren Graham know you referenced Gilmore Girls in your first movie Straight Up?

James Sweeney: I’ve mentioned it. I don’t know if she’s seen the film, which may be for the best. [Laughs.]

Joshua Encinias: Dylan is an executive producer of Twinless. What was his role?

James Sweeney: Executive producer can be an amorphous title, but Dylan’s been attached to this since 2020. I let him in as much as he wanted to be involved. He was really looking out for me on set, gave notes during post-production — he’s never watched a movie he’s in this much — and even helped us secure a HAIM song, “Leaning on You,” for the soundtrack. Whenever we could lean on him we did.

Joshua Encinias: Tell me about your long working relationship with Greg Cotten, who also shot your films Straight Up and Brooklyn Love Stories.

James Sweeney: Greg is my best friend — we met in freshman year of film school, and he’s shot everything I’ve ever done. It’s sometimes hard to imagine shooting without him because we’ve developed a shorthand over the years, and there’s a lot of innate trust between us. He knows the way I like to shoot. One thing about Greg is how adaptable he is, and he’s great with crew and talent, which is invaluable in a cinematographer.

Joshua Encinias: You film a kiss between Dylan’s character and his love interest in a spit diopter, and it’s not the only old-school cinematic technique you use in the movie. Why are you drawn to older methods?

James Sweeney: Brian De Palma was an influence on our visual style. We also used a split diopter in my first film Straight Up. I think it lends itself to the visual grammar of this film as we’re dealing with duality and balance in both composition and narrative.

James Sweeney on Images and Duality in Twinless

Joshua Encinias: Why did you shoot parts of Twinless on 35mm film?

James Sweeney: We shot on 35mm and digitally. When we switch perspectives, the image switches from 35mm to digital as the story deals with authenticity versus artifice. But I want to leave it to the audience to decide if the shift in visuals is decipherable or not.

Joshua Encinias: There’s a scene where your character Dennis records his voicemail while the camera zooms out and repeatedly lands on a surprising image.

James Sweeney: That was a tricky shot because we didn’t have a VFX supervisor, which in retrospect we should have, but we were trying to save money. Spatially what we did wasn’t physically possible, so we had to come up with some visual compromises for the composite. Still, we achieved the intended effect of using mirror images as a visual montage.

Joshua Encinias: Lying is central to the movie and there are some very big lies told.

James Sweeney: An audience member actually came up to me [after a Sundance screening] and related to the experience of how we use lying in the movie. I hope that’s why people empathize with him because people aren’t good or evil in a binary way.

Joshua Encinias: The idea that forgiveness is not earned or deserved is another idea the movie explores.

James Sweeney: I think forgiveness is something so uniquely human. It’s one of the most complex but also profound acts that we can give to each other, but also to ourselves. It’s something I deeply believe. You never want a line that goes, “And that’s the theme of the movie!” I’m not a filmmaker who’s trying to proselytize, but it touches on something I believe. I think the reason Roman and Dennis are drawn to each other as friends is that they both have low self-esteem. They build each other up and I think they both try to bring out the best in each other. That’s why their friendship is so beautiful before conflict comes in.

Joshua Encinias: What was the most difficult part of making Twinless?

James Sweeney: Producing and directing can very much be at war with each other. As a director, you just want to achieve your vision, but a producer deals with the constraints of the budget. Coming from directing my first film Straight Up, I didn’t know I could ask for things that would make the process better. As a producer, Dylan helped advocate for taking time for the things necessary to help make the best version of the movie.

Joshua Encinias: Are you comfortable watching your movies with an audience?

James Sweeney: I don’t love watching myself, I don’t think anyone does. I did watch it at our premiere at the Eccles Theatre. It was interesting to watch it through their eyes, but even that was uncomfortable because there are some very vulnerable scenes.

Joshua Encinias: I read there were audio glitches during the premiere screening. How did that go over?

James Sweeney: You never know how long glitches will last but it only happened for a second each time. It was nice to see how engaged the audience was — and to see their visceral reaction of disappointment — it showed me how tuned in they were to the story. If anything, it was nice.

Source: moviemaker.com

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Joshua Graham Character AI likes to mention his “piercing blue eyes” all the time. Made me think of this.

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Dude. Sex in the Graham household. Miners (⛏️🧨) make yourselves scarce neow!!

Claudia is not much of a freakzoid but she was Strange with a capital S. For most of her life she had practiced casual sex as a means to release stress. Her partners often belonged to the military division. She expected herself to avoid getting involved with anyone she might encounter in bureaucratic nonsense. In this way, she might have slept with one or two of her own subordinates, but that was it. She would never sleep with a superior or someone she thought would climb ranks easily. As much as she liked being on top, using handcuffs on her partners, and other such displays of power, she enjoyed the idea of actually really being her partner’s superior the most, even though she wouldn’t usually be their commanding officer or something like that.

Her sexual preferences reflected her lack of fulfilment in her career. Though she flourished and ended up doing a lot of shit that the Enclave found useful, she never really felt rewarded for it. However, she couldn’t exactly leave (until she did), or allow her emotions to weigh in on her performance. She chose to explore these feelings through sex. And as much as she liked riding and handcuffing and other such displays of power, nothing felt as alluring to her as the idea of actually being her partner’s superior. Even if her own rules were designed to prevent her from sleeping with the people she would actually have to oversee. She liked outranking her partners.

And I also think that environments like vaults and bunkers and remote societies should evolve in some ways comically, and one of these things would be matters concerning sex. This is like briefly mentioned here and there in Fallout Prime, and I’m so glad cause it’s really funny. Lol. Aside your job, what the fuck else is there to do in a place like that? Sex would be on top of that list, and Claudia would have had plenty of opportunities to explore herself in this aspect. Which is why she has some niche and strong boundaries like not wanting to be fingered and not wanting to give and receive head.

Now here’s the matter with Joshua, or specifically, his experience. He believes in the sanctity of sex. Even as Malpais Legate he wanted to believe in it but had played himself into a position where that was challenged and the idea grew more and more distant each day. I think he is a raging bull and has something to prove. It’s tragic that this thing does not involve being able to please his partner. Heavily inspired by what @sweetsandpink17 had said about Malpais Legate. Being in a position of raw unadulterated power but closely tethered to each and every way his upbringing made or encouraged his neuroticisms… he might have seemed so pathetic and amateurish if he weren’t such a horrible man who happened to be in power in a place where power would mean survival.

Cumming was humiliating but this only applied to him. Being the one to give head was also servile in the most demeaning way and so he wouldn’t be beyond brandishing this as an extension of power. This would extend to later in his life, though more subdued and willingly brushed aside. Even with Claudia, or anyone else, really. Whereas I think a guy like Vulpes Inculta sees this ‘frenzied state of lust’ as the purest form of pleasure, so have that in comparison.

The only acceptable indulgence he could offer a partner—though he would ideally operate solely off of the whole Legion ‘if you are not killing, then fuck and father more soldiers’ thing and thus had no reason to display such a vulnerable state of being!—is his breathing and trying so hard not to make a single sound against their neck. A true Missionary 💔 so to speak.

But envision it with me, will you: he keeps one hand on the person’s chin or jaw—whatever allows him to control where they are looking and he will also keep his head buried into their neck because he cannot hold eye contact and even hates it. He cannot exactly make his partner turn around or bend them over or do it against a wall because that is what animals do. And when he’s spent he likes to linger in that filthy idyllic state for a bit, gently rocking himself until he’s kinda numb oh boy he has issues you can see it in his eyes.

I wanted to take a break and announce that I kept referring to the partner as they and that I am a true and proud patriot of the bisexual Joshua Graham agenda that man WANTED Edward Sallow at some point. Anyway.

So Mr. and Mrs. Graham fuck. Sometimes. If they even have the energy to and if Joshua’s feeling especially horny or a little less tormented by his wounds that day. Claudia likes to mess with him when he’s being especially bitchy by offering to jerk him off. And wouldn’t you know, sometimes he really is just being irritable and bitchy because he’s horny. That’s how the good times usually start and then they need to get a room. She kind of never really moved on from viewing sex as merely a pressure releasing tool, but now dirty talk is permitted and it’s so crazy that it reverts back to earnestness. And she allows herself to ask, do you adore me? Claudia asks to be kissed a lot and Joshua turns into someone who is huge into giving words of affirmation. He thinks it’s hot that she still wrestles for dominance but for once sex isn’t something to resent because he is adoring his wife in that way. And now it isn’t such a loveless task that they just randomly decide to do on a boring Tuesday evening.

I need to be put in a padded cell? Whatchu think?