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preparing for my first market ever, drawin merch
Damn Arthur it’s just a game of Blackjack
trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns
Don’t look back.
Just the background because I like how it looks:
rdr1+rdr2 outfits
Arthur steak with a side of me
John a grilled cheese sandwich after his custody hearing
Dutch half a cheese sandwich and a singular olive followed by lethal injection
Hosea a cheese platter with red wine and me
Sean twelve pints
Lenny pub food while he watches sean down twelve pints
Sadie a rack of ribs with a side of me
Bill a singular sausage with two meatballs
Javier fajitas with a side order of me
Swanson those donuts you get at an aa meeting
Mary-Beth cake and finger sandwiches
Trelawny tea and crumpets with a side of me
Kieran anything he wants and a kiss on the forehead
Charles me with a side order of me and more me
Micah the tail end of the human centipede
Evil rat and his magical horse from hell !!!
[me performing grounding ritual] okay name 1 person that would die to be you, 3 people that would die to fuck you, and 5 people that would die to kill you
It’s just something about John Marston being twenty-six. Little John needs saving again. Twenty-six and he thinks he’s going to bleed out on a snowy mountain top. Twenty-six and he’s watching his friends die all around him. Twenty-six and he’s got a kid and a wife to think about. Twenty-six and one of the only fathers he’s ever known gets shot in front of him. Twenty-six and the only father he’s got left stands idly by while he gets arrested. Twenty-six and the only father he’s got is disappointed to see him out of jail. Twenty-six and the only father he’s got leaves him to die on the side of a railroad track. Twenty-six and he’s on a snowy mountain again, this time saying goodbye to his only brother. Little John needs saving again. Take my hat this time, too. I know, I know. Twenty-six and starting a life. Twenty-six and utterly, completely, absolutely alone.