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Celine Dion 🤣🤣

Playing rdr2 and reading fanfiction can be so funny cause y'all be giving Arthur's horse poetic names and everything, meanwhile right now mine is called Toyota Corolla and is the rightful descendant of my first play through horses; Travis the Horse, Celine Dion and Avocado

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i don’t really get most sports but wrestling is fucking great. just a bunch of jacked theater kids beating the shit out of each other in cunty little outfits. i don’t care if it’s fake. all sports should be fake if this is what fake gets you

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a fine night of debauchery

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fucking insane to me that people can be mean to kids. this thing is four to five shoe boxes tall and youre shouting at it ?? ? what is your damage the mf just got here.

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“Charles is the level headed one.” MY Charles. The one who threw a chair in a random direction as soon as the bar fight started? My dude who didn’t hesitate to shoot a poacher and was pissed if you didn’t kill the other one? Mr. stomped a bounty hunter to get him to talk? THE CHARLES THAT THREW MICAH LIKE A RAG DOLL?! My guy, Charles is just quiet. Sure he’s not the one to just fight random people, but he sure as hell is ready to throw hands when the situation arises. His full name is Charles “catch these hands” Smith and we respect it here.

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"I am so normal about this character" I say while visibly shaking in excitment.

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Starting a collection

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BE MAD BE SAD BUT DONT U DARE GIVE UP

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sorry for being weird and evasive. i was raised to believe that having wants and needs was a moral failing

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no matter how hard i try i will always be that little girl wondering why everyone is better friends with eachother than her and begging to be loved

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Rdr2 hc that Dutch van der Linde is girldad coded.

Like he’s the best dressed guy in the gang by FAR, you just KNOW he’d spoil the hell out of a little girl!!! His little weakness! I also feel like as she gets older he would feel the urge to be overprotective but also know she can take care of herself (he personally taught her how to shoot when she was 12 years old) and there’s a lot of internal conflict every time she leaves camp.

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yes i'm just now considering that when you grow arthur's hair out it stays tucked behind his ears .which means he has to physically style it that way. imagine that .imagine arthur morgan tucking his hair behind his ears. or those loose strands bouncing back in front of his face before he frustratingly flicks them back again.oh mygod

big fan of arthur and his fuck ass bob

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Up until now I didn't think much about the smashed donation box in chapter 6, however I have realised how fucking vile the person who smashed it was.

The donation box is not the saving for Tahiti, this is the money that goes towards food, medicine and ammo for the whole camp, and while some characters like Arthur or Bill, who are able to go out and make there own money, there are also characters like Pearson or Abigail who are fully reliant on this box for them to live. They live on the generosity of the others, they literally live on the money that other people are willing to spare, and while that is vile, what is even more vile was that the person who smashed the box knew this and did it anyway.

Let me rephrase, when the box was destroyed, whoever destroyed it also ruined other characters food, health and safety security, because should characters like Charles or Arthur stop donating food, then others like Susan or Abigail will not get any food.

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Perfectly timed wedding photo

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something that haunts me about charles smith is the fact that he says that he believes he was made to hurt.

this man, who is over six feet tall and built like a brick wall, who’s seen as just as intimidating as arthur in other’s eyes (and even more so for the color of his skin), has been through hell on earth. he clings to his people’s culture as the only form of familial comfort he can get, because his father was a mean drunk and he can hardly remember his mother. he ran away at thirteen and has been alone for over a decade. he falls into a gang that works, but only for a bit.

and in that gang, he finds a man who believes he’s meant to hurt, too, and shows him that he can be better. he trusts his culture, his life, his very being in this man’s hands, and learns to open up for the first time in years.

and then that man is snatched from him. the world takes from him again, and leaves him a rotting body on a mountain as his only consolation. he buries the man he opened up to on the side of the mountain. he braids a feather into his hair as a sign of grief. he leans into the persona of being big and bad, of being hardened and uncaring towards everyone except for the few people he still knows, because what else is there? the world does not care for him, or for his people.

after all, what has the world given charles besides hurt?