#then i got a little off topic lmao

[aspiringcorvidae]

I really hope we get to see Alastor’s death at some point in the show. It has to be a very interesting scene, because there’s so much that’s fascinating about the way he died and his character. Because Alastor’s whole Thing is control, and power. He needs to feel in control of the situation at all times, and once he loses that control, it leads to some…interesting consequences, like the famous mental breakdown of episode 8. And my childhood serial killer obsession is about to start showing a little bit, because I love how his death ties into him being a serial killer. If you didn’t already know, control is a big reason, if not the main reason, that serial killers, y’know, kill. They get a thrill off of being able to enact their will and power onto someone else, and take control of someone else. It’s a pretty solid assumption that Alastor’s need to feel in control and his hunger for power were part of what pushed him to start killing. And for him to die by sheer chance? Dumb bad luck? It must’ve been earth shattering for him. Especially with the circumstances surrounding his death. As far as I know, it’s canon that when he died, he was in the process of disposing of a body. Can you imagine, he’s just committed another successful murder, he’s continued to evade the police, and he’s about to dispose of the body of his most recent victim, still riding the high from the kill? He must’ve felt like a god, untouchable. And then, suddenly, a careless hunter spots him, and Alastor is as good as dead by the time he hears the gun go off. And just like that, in the mere moment it took to pull the trigger, Alastor’s control and power is stripped away from him. By pure chance, and nothing else. He must’ve felt furious, or humiliated, when he got to hell. Especially when he realizes that his final form for all of eternity is a deer, the very thing he was mistaken for, that got him killed. And a perfect example of helpless prey. The whiplash he must’ve gone through had to have been crazy, and it makes me really want to see his death. Sorry but I wanna see the deer boy suffer

[fluffytheocelot]

honestly homophobic of netflix to remove the interactive with the julethief canon events in it

AND ON THE DAY CARMEN ESCAPES VILE NO LESS 😒

rip To Steal or Not To Steal. you had the entire fandom in a chokehold over that ending <3

[good-beanswrites]

john x fuuta ?👉👈 or 090309

I love the dynamic between them all, thank you for the request! I went with an earlier meeting for them (well, one of the first times Fuuta's aware of speaking with John, at least). As much as I joke about Fuuta being starstruck by his strength in the attack, I tried to take a more serious route for the "something to rely on" vibe.

John’s eyes flicked over Fuuta, sprawled out on his bedding and looking up expectantly.

“Man, you look like shit.”

Fuuta scowled deeper. “I asked for the reason you��re here in the middle of the fucking night, not your opinion.”

“That is the reason I came.”

Somehow, amid all the other things he had to worry about given the horror of the past few days and exile that followed, Mikoto had still found the time to lose sleep over Fuuta’s condition. John had always liked the guy, but he wasn’t in the business of watching over people he didn’t truly care about. He didn’t know what Mikoto saw in him to cause such an overreaction.

Though, with the futon dragged to the bars of the cell, and bathing him in the dim light of the guard’s tower, it was becoming clear that Mikoto’s concern was indeed warranted. Fuuta appeared deathly. The fresh injuries had been bandaged, but there were stains where blood was beginning to seep through. His eye – the one that had survived the ordeal – was bloodshot and rimmed with dark bags. His hair was as tangled as the rumpled hoodie it poked out of.

Fuuta was still staring in anticipation. It took John a moment to understand why. 

“You recognize me.”

“No shit. Mikoto came in here like a fumbling idiot earlier today. He wanted to make sure I was okay or whatever. Like I’d be okay after what happened!” He paused, a clanging from someone else’s cell briefly distracting him. “But you… the way you carry yourself… it’s different.”

“Not that different. I’m here for the same reason.”

The plan was simple. Once Fuuta slept, Mikoto would relax, and everyone would be happy. If it turned out to be his injuries keeping him awake, John didn’t mind crushing Fuuta’s pride and explaining his weakness to the doctor to get more painkillers. If it was noisy neighbors, he’d teach one of those girls a lesson the following day. If the problem was just plain insomnia, well, John’s swinging arm was still completely functional...

“I just want to make sure you’re sleeping.”

“Don’t tell me you’re as disgustingly sentimental as him.”

John’s expression twitched. He didn’t appreciate the condescension. That was Mikoto’s most admirable trait, after all – offering help to others even when he was falling apart himself. He was so selfless, so self-sacrificial. It was no wonder John felt compelled to do the same for him. But Fuuta…

“Ugh, he’s always trying to be buddy-buddy with everyone around here, it makes me sick. Nice words don’t do shit. Look where his friendship with Kotoko got him, eh? That’s what these fools still don’t understand – you need to face these things head-on.”

“Oi, don’t be hard on me just for caring.” He didn’t say it as any sort of gentle encouragement; it was a command, and Fuuta understood. He snapped his attention away from where he’d been peering around the bars. “The world needs more people with that kindness. That optimistic view of life, of others, no matter what – it’s why I’ll do everything I can to save me.”

Silence stretched after the intense comment. Fuuta was looking away again, and John couldn’t read him. When he did speak, his voice came out more defeated than expected.

“Tch. Well. Not all of us have that luxury.”

“Of what?”

“Of you.”

His eyebrows raised.

Cheeks reddening, Fuuta hurried to add, “I mean someone to have your back like that. I wish I could be half as relaxed as that, but I can’t afford to let my guard down. I need to be strong myself, I don’t have anyone else to take care of my problems for me.”

It hit him suddenly, that everything came down to that. Relief washed over him, now that a clear, easy, (and nonviolent) solution had presented itself.

“What if you did? I could take over your little sentry duty for the night.”

“W-what do you –?”

He gestured to where Fuuta was laying. “No need to play dumb. You’ve been keeping an eye on everything, even the other side of the guard’s tower. The sounds from around cell eight have caught your attention. You’re positioned so you can see cell six, but haven’t moved all the way over, because cell ten has easiest access from the right.”

“The others would say it’s pointless, or that they’re handling it. I’m not buying it, though. I don’t care if they say it’s crazy of me to do.”

“I think…” John’s posture softened. “I think it’s very selfless of you.”

He was constantly amazed at Fuuta’s tendency to react to everything as if it were some world-shattering statement just told to him.

“So?” He prodded before Fuuta’s expression could grow any more wide-eyed. “How about it?”

 “I mean… they told me about the attacks… what you did…”

John set his jaw. No matter how many times it had happened in the past few days, it still stung to see how quickly people turned against him because of the fight. He thought they all had come to terms with each other’s capabilities for violence, but as usual, the moment he showed his true face, the world turned against him.

Of course Fuuta could never relax knowing such a violent and unpredictable person was sitting right beside him through the night. It was a miracle he hadn’t panicked immediately at the sight of yet another cold, towering figure appearing at his door in the middle of the night.

John stretched his right arm across his chest. It looked like his original solution still stood. Fuuta said problems should be faced head-on. Surely he’d understand this was for his own good.

“…Yeah, okay.” Fuuta gave a decisive nod. He beckoned with a jerk of his head. “I trust you.”

“I –” John blinked. “What?”

“You understand me. You understand what it takes to be in a place like this.” His gaze flit away momentarily. “You’re incredibly strong. You’re prepared, and have good instincts, and your confidence is –" Noticing how intently John was listening, he interrupted himself to bark, “but don’t think I couldn’t handle this on my own! It’s only because you offered, and it’s a smart move. I’ll just sleep for a bit, we can take shifts. Wake me in three hours, okay?”

“Fine by me.” A little lying was definitely better than what else he’d had in mind.

Fuuta moved his futon over a few feet so John could settle into his carefully chosen spot on the ground. Everything was all set to begin keeping watch, until a new sound rose up to drown out the other noises in the panopticon – soft snoring from beside him.

He glanced over in disbelief at the instantaneous security Fuuta had sunk into. All the tension had melted away from his face and shoulders. He lay completely at peace.

John had achieved his goal. He should be celebrating. Instead, he couldn’t help heaving a heavy sigh.

How did he end up with two self-destructive idiots to watch over?

[bramblesnbones]

this is a vi-centered ramble, but at this point I’m just throwing words out into the wind so pls correct me if I missed anything, or feel free to comment if you feel differently! I’m always down to think from a different angle

I haven’t fully processed the season as a whole yet so I don’t have a lot of concrete feelings about it, but I do think overall this season should have been spread out into two. Like I see what they were trying to do from a narrative perspective, but they sacrificed the actual build-up to those points due to the sheer quantity of what they were trying to fit within a 9 episode time frame.

Take the sex scene for example. In isolation, it’s an amazing scene that was beautifully done— I honestly do love it and it makes me incredibly happy that it exists. It’s the one thing I keep rewatching that doesn’t make me break down. But in the context of the show, the point they were trying to make by having Cait “break her out” again and then having Vi “reclaim” the cell space falls short, because there was no actual acknowledgement or development around Vi’s time in Stillwater, nor the conflict between them with the enforcer arc/Cait as commander. (She hits her with the butt of her gun and we’re just gonna move on?? okay)

We don’t see Vi pushing back against Cait for her choices before that final ep3 fight either, which is out of character to begin with—like, I can see Vi deferring to Caitlyn because of her own guilt, but not without SOME pushback when it comes to gassing the undercity. And that’s the build-up that’s missing to make those choices feel real. We don’t see any of Vi’s internal conflict with her actions—with Cait’s actions—so it really just seems like her character has been disregarded at best, and at worst butchered.

(On another note, the “breakup” scene at the end of ep3 is a clear parallel to the end of s1 act1, right? With, assumably(correct me if I’m wrong), the purpose of showing that Vi is now in the place of act1 Powder. Where now she is being left behind and now “knows how powder feels”. But it was already her greatest regret? She’d already been stuck in Stillwater for 7 years?? She doesn’t need to see it from Powder’s perspective to suddenly understand it, she’s been carrying the weight of that guilt since it happened. So why frame it like that at all??)

As a diehard Vi fan, it really did feel like they were just punishing her this season. Like of course I’m biased, but she just kept taking hit after hit after hit and there was no actual acknowledgment or progression in regards to her trauma? the most we got was the 2-minute pit fighter spiral and her breakdown in ep9, and even then there’s not actually much time given to it? And it’s clear that they CAN handle showing trauma beautifully because Jinx’s PTSD was very clear and well explored in s1.

But Vi hasn’t actually developed as a character this season.

She’s still in the same mental place she was before—she’s still self-destructive, self-sacrificing, and she’s still drinking to cope at the end???? She hasn’t learned to live for herself at all and she’s still very clearly blaming herself— “I choose wrong every time. And because of it, I've lost everyone”.

And Jinx forcibly cutting Vi loose from her isn’t my least favorite narrative choice—I actually think it is a fitting choice for them, as heartbroken as I am—but in the end, not only is autonomy being taken away from Vi AGAIN, we don’t actually get to see any development from that choice.

She’s with Caitlyn, so she’s got more support than she did the last time she lost everyone, but who’s to say she won’t fall right back to her old cycle? To throwing her whole self into Caitlyn, making her her whole point of worth? Because VI isn’t the one who made the choice to separate, Jinx is. And we’ve already seen what Vi does to herself when she’s suddenly & forcibly left without anyone to tend to/protect.

There’s more I could say but my brain is still scrambled and I wanted to keep this as short as possible lol. But TLDR— I feel like the biggest fault of the season (and Vi’s writing by extension) is the missing build-up & the amount of time they had compared to how much they wanted to fit into the series.

There’s just SO MUCH missing development in this season and I think it really hurt the final product. A lot of scenes and moments would’ve benefitted from more focus/introspection & the overall narrative would’ve hit harder and landed a lot better.

@blog-i-hate-friday

[joshuaalbert]

kai winn’s relationship to religion really is just so interesting to me in a way I come back to sometimes like. she’s the leader of a faith and her gods will not speak to her. they will speak to other people in front of her and they will make a human from a society that did not interfere with her planet’s suffering their emissary but they will not speak to her. and I’m sure she can do a lot to justify it in her mind because she would have to be able to in order to keep any faith, and she has to keep her faith because she says herself that’s all she had in the camps, but that’s still a terrible thing to experience. and I’m sure a lot of people would argue that it’s not real faith, it’s ambition, but I think it’s some of both, and most importantly I think on the most immediate levels she believes it’s faith.

and like I think she and a lot of other bajorans have a reason to have a really complicated relationship with the prophets because the more demonstrably real and powerful they are, the more they’re willing to interfere in things like the dominion war, the harder it would be for a lot of people to justify to themselves why the prophets didn’t do anything to stop the genocide of their chosen people. I think the pah wraiths plotline ultimately fell kind of flat when it kind of boiled down to “dukat’s weird cult” and it was also a victim of the season’s pacing issues, but it has some interesting implications regarding this divide in the bajoran people, particularly when their religious leader’s faith is being so seriously called into question.

[crazylittlejester]

Wait wait hold on... taking into account the comics Jojo posted in the official Discord, we know how Legend and Hyrule met, how Sky and Four met, and we also know how Twilight and Wild's meeting basically goes down... which just leaves Time, Warriors, and Wind, right? The War of Eras Trio? Do you think that they met up with each other before finding the others?

- hero-of-the-wolf

maybe!! i know them all knowing each other before LU in the War isnt canon (💔), but i still think it’d be really cool if those three met up first before seeing the others!

I can just imagine Wars and Time, two grown adult men, plus a young teenager running into each other and being extremely confused at first (i think wind and wars might immediately jump to throw hands before introductions even happen lmao, wind just seems like he would jump the gun and attack, and i feel like he’d go for Wars just because)

I think Warriors would probably definitely be the most chill with the concept of traveling to other eras, in fact I wonder if he tells the others about that part of his journey just to explain that he has some familiarity with traveling through time? (because time is definitely keeping his mouth shut about HIS time travel)

[whatudottu]

Concept: Ben 10 Alien Force AU where everything is the same except Kevin is just insanely passive-aggressive towards Ben for the entire duration of the series

“No worries Tennyson, I buried the hatchet ages ago! That bad blood between us? Water under the bridge! I mean, it’s not like you got me stranded in a prison dimension for five years and never bothered to try and rescue me or even check up on me or anything like that! Of course I’ll help you save your grandpa! After all, what kind of hero just leaves someone for dead in the hands of vicious aliens that proceed to inflict them with severe psychological damage that will take decades to fully heal?”

I feel as though that would be a whole lot more realistic of a thing to happen, especially as the Tennysons realistically react to Kevin's passive-aggression with their own Tennyson brand passive-aggressiveness, though it might not be the most enjoyable trio to watch, which would be basically the complete opposite of the previous trio of Ben, Gwen, and Grandpa Max-

Ben and Kevin would have more personal beef (something about stealing a way too high security unreleased but already boxed game vs making two trains crash into each other for free money), but Gwen never particularly liked Kevin in the first place way back when, so even if Ben and Kevin settle their differences with admitting what they had actually done wrong (probably fighting over the more petty shit or arguing about the worse shit they did), Gwen doesn't have much basis to forgive Kevin because ultimately she did not get involved. Which I mean I don't think would be that great to watch nor that great to create a team around, especially in the earlier more mystery focused side of AF-

And this is the obligatory mention of @kariachi for introducing the idea of the Ben, Gwen, and Argit trio- you can have passive-aggressive Kevin (and the Tennyson's appropriate responses to him) all you like if Kevin takes Argit's role and Argit fills in that missing main trio slot in his stead. Depending on where and how he's introduced you could totally have a fake-out trio of the Tennysons and Magister Labrid, you know, with the assumption that someone's filling out Max's 'experienced plumber' slot. Not sure how convincing that might be but oops, I did a little ramble lmao-

[aquateenpatrolsomethingshowshow]

master shake real?! (NOT CLICKBAIT) [110% REAL]

[chipistrate]

do you see dr rabbit/ggy as just the effect of the mindcontrol on Gregory, or as a completely separate person?

Personally I see Vanny and Dr. Rabbit as separate people/viruses that use Vanessa and Gregory as hosts, but still get affected by their thoughts and emotions at times.

They can be affected by/have parts of Vanessa and Gregorys personalities shine through at times, but they're both their own people regardless

Like- if Vanny gets transferred to Cassie, they'd act and speak a bit differently because their host has different thoughts and emotions affecting them, but at their core they are still Vanny and act like Vanny because Vanny is their own being

Does that make sense?

used Vanny as an example cause I just see Rab and Vanny working very similarly

They're both viruses implanted into their hosts minds by the chip in the security mask, they're both their own people who are both affected by the different emotions and thoughts of their hosts- but they are still their own people/viruses with their own personalities, thoughts, motives, etc etc regardless

That is to say; with them being separate entities, I think Gregory and Dr. Rabbit would have MAJOR beef if they ever somehow met each other in the VR world<3 (mostly one sided(Gregory is pissed))

[hailsatanacab]

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 (jk U can only do one 😂)

If he were to see the monstrosity that is the Fentonworks building in Gotham, there wouldn’t be a doubt in his mind that that right there is a villain’s lair.

From the Mistaken Jason wip!

send me a🌹for a random sentence in a random wip!

[dandyshucks]

okay last post before i decide on what im going to do for the next couple hours but old lady crafting club is tomorrow and i don't have a crochet project decided on yet still fsdjkl

my options for continuing on WIPs are: dragonscale dice bag, isopod amigurumi, or a little stuffed pokeball

or if i want to start a new project instead of completing a WIP: strawberry hat i'm going to make for a friend, hand warmers/fingerless gloves, polar bear amigurumi, and idk if i have yarn for these (definitely not enough for a the second) but i also would like to make a junebug beetle amigurumi and a hood/scarf/hat combo garment thing

[jvzebel-x]

🦋

[cindysnuts]

Justice for Outlaws

Justice for Outlaws

“We can’t talk our way outta being outlaws, Lee.”

Two cowboys sit next to a smoldering fire, crowded for warmth beside their sleeping horse. A limitless night of stars shine outside the cave entrance they find themselves sheltering in.

“You don’t know that for sure, Jacob! Forgiveness ain’t as foreign of a concept to everyone else as it may be to you.” The smaller man replies with a twinge of accusation, but with eyes full of understanding.

“But you’ve seen the way they look at us; we were nothin’ but outlaws to ‘em way before we ever stole anything.” Jacob readjusts his weight. “I just don’t understand, Lee; they took everything from you too, ain’t they?”

“I–” he breaks away for a beat, letting himself take a shaky breath. “Yeah, they did. But I can’t help but feel like… We’re all human, ain’t we? Surely if they could understand us then they’d forgive us too!”

“They don’t wanna understand or forgive us. That’s the problem.”

“Well I’m tired of living on the fringes! I’m tired of only having each other, tired of being at risk, and just so tired of being scared of every stray whip crack or door slam! I’m just–” his thought is cut off by another shaky breath that accidentally morphs into a yawn.

Jacob chuckles, “Well if you’re so tired then maybe you outta go to bed?”

“Fuck you” he replies, resisting a smile. Exhaustion, however, does lead him to rest his head against the comforting groundcloth.

“I know getting shot at is scary, Lee. It’s a bit odd, but the most comforting bit of advice I ever heard was about a gunfight.” He moves to smother the last embers holding out. “Y’know, they make guns shoot so fast these days that you’ll feel a bullet before you hear one.

“By the time you’ve heard a bullet, it’s already missed you.”

…

Dawn is pouring into the hideaway as Jacob wakes up to short, curly hair tickling his nose. He can’t remember falling asleep, though he does remember agreeing to make a trip “as amiably as possible” to the general store they spotted in a nearby town. In his tired state, Lee had even worn him down to leave his sixgun behind, since “We won’t need it if we’re just two gents shoppin’.”

Jacob gently squeezes his arms, awakening the idealist whose waist they cradled.

“G’mornin, handsome. Time to get movin’ on your outreach campaign.”

Lee grumbles and gets up, knowing the much stronger man would simply hoist him out of their sleepsack if he didn’t. Sliding on his least-dirty clothes, he prepares the second-to-last portion of their beans and a few warm biscuits for breakfast. Glad we’re going shopping, I suppose, he thinks to himself, while he watches his partner use his massive shoulder muscles to throw the saddle over their horse, getting them ready to leave as soon as they fill their stomachs for the mission ahead.

…

To Jacob’s immense surprise, the market trip was not going so bad. They had people look away anytime they met their gaze, they always do. The majority of people, however, were being rather friendly to Jacob. He watches Lee, the little social butterfly that he is, start beaming as he ravenously chats with the weary smiling lady behind the counter.

Jacob chuckles, loading his arms up with the food they’d need, not minding that Lee had seemingly forgotten the purpose of their grocery trip. After all, it was the first chance they’d had in a long time to have any kind of a pleasant conversation with anyone, outside each other, of course. Maybe coming this far out West was a good thing after all.

His thoughts are interrupted when he notices a well-dressed woman, fit head to toe in white (save for her matching golden jewel sets), who was the first one not to avert her gaze nor offer him a polite smile. No, she was staring right at them, an all too familiar scowl spread dark across her face.

When she realizes the object of her disgust is staring back at her, her eyebrows raise and crinkle again before leaves in a silent hurry.

“Damn it.” He rushes over to Lee and pours the groceries on the counter. “We gotta go.”

Lee’s smile falls, being replaced by a fear instilled deep in his eyes. “Why, what’s happened?”

Jacob pulls out their cash as the lady quickly counts their total, seemingly startled out of her smile as well. “She was staring right at us, like she thought she knew what we were. She must’ve been some goddamned preacher’s wife, or sheriff's wife, or somethin, from what she was wearing. And I’d bet she’s going to get her husband.”

“Fuck.”

They rush to gather their paid goods in bags as they hear a commotion gathering somewhere outside. They burst out the doors, and quickly Jacob begins untying their horse while his partner loads everything they spent their last nickel and dime on into its saddlebags. Grabbing the reins and saddling up, Jacob waits for the all too familiar feeling of small, calloused hands around his waist before he gives the command to the horse to run.

It comes just a moment too late.

As they rush away, the two outlaws are stopped by a posse of men on horses, swarming out from around a corner, all in matching white uniforms, and led by a man Jacob must assume is that damned woman’s husband.

“Now y’all hold on!” Jacob hears a voice from behind him shout, “We ain’t done nothing wrong to y’all! Why don’t we all–”

But the voice is drowned out by a deafening bang, and the unmistakable sound of a bullet passing right by his head.

“YAH!” Jacob turns the horse around, galloping them away through an alternate route through an alley he’d planned out upon arriving, just in case they might need it.

BANG! Dust pours into his face as they peel away. BANG! He feels the wetness of tears stain his back as Lee’s face presses into his back. BANG! Another bullet whizzes by. This isn’t something he hasn’t done before, though. They just need to make it back to their safehouse in the cave. BANG! Jacob thinks to chastise him, but he couldn’t hear him over the galloping of what must be dozens of horses anyway, not to mention the thundering of guns booming at them like a September storm. BANG! The sun beats down on his face, and he realizes he must’ve long lost his hat in the hunt. BANG! The rocky hills are fast approaching, if only he can–

BANG!

“AAGH!” That one hit him in the leg, and it hurts like all hell. As long as he gets them, and more importantly, Lee to safety, that’s all that matters right now. He pulls a tricky maneuver, pulling hard behind a rocky pillar, before double backing and arriving at the mouth of their hideaway, not a white uniform in sight.

Taking a huge sigh of relief, Jacob finally lessens his white knuckle grip on the reins and sits up, causing the form precariously laid into his back to topple over, and fall off the horse.

“LEE!” Jacob cries out his lover’s name like he’s trying to shake the earth with his throat. He jumps down to his side, not minding the pain shooting through this thigh, seeing for the first time all of the blood staining the back of his shirt.

Lee isn’t responding to him. “LEE! STAY WITH ME DAMN IT!!” Blood covers his face and stains the solid rock below them, pooling into a stream that reaches out towards the one dripping off of the saddle. “LEE, LISTEN TO ME, PLEASE!”

Lee hadn’t even heard the first shot.

“Lee, God, what have they done?” He can barely manage to speak, his thoughts are running at a pace rivaling thunder. For the first time since meeting the only love of his life, Jacob weeps.

His thoughts drift back to his sixgun, and about the men who did this. Sadness leaves his body as rage pumps its way through his veins. He moves to grab his hidden rucksack, but stumbles as he puts weight on his thigh, only catching himself inches above Lee’s face.

All at once, his anger dissipates. Everything that Lee ever wanted was to be understood. His final wish runs through Jacob’s mind: one for justice in the face of all they had gone through, but that only comes with community, and he knows forgiveness ain’t a one way street.

Maybe it was divine, maybe it was that Holy Ghost that Jacob had long since thought abandoned him, but suddenly he was filled with a forgiveness he could hardly comprehend. One that could transcend everything his transgressors had ever leveled at him.

Turning around to see what noise was coming in the front of the cave, Jacob sees the face of the man dressed in white, high atop a horse. All at once, he sees the face of his father, of his hometown preacher, of the woman who first cursed him, and of the sheriff who first labeled him an outlaw.

Reaching out to the man, the cowboy releases his heart, letting the words he’s been feeling from the core of his being fly out his mouth.

“I forgive–” but the man doesn’t hear it, as the cave walls echo the BANG that rings out from the gun smoking in his hands.

A bang that Jacob never hears.

…

The rest of the men in white shuffle in, raiding the hideout of the few supposedly stolen possessions left scattered around, gazing upon the bodies of the two men they had silenced.

“Finally,” one says, “some damn justice comes for these fuckin’ outlaws.”

[gu6chan]

i fucking hate american """left-wingers""" man

[lusalemaart]

uwu

[roaringheat]

Try not to make my DND character Arthur Morgan challenge. Difficulty: impossible