John Marston Has Never Seen Snow Without Blood

“The greatest pleasures are only narrowly separated from disgust.”

— Cicero, De Oratore

i saw this john screenshot on pinterest and was possessed.

Every country road holds the memories of those who are no longer with us

john + dutch + snow = the holy trinity

i know it’s a dumb cheat code but i’m not listening lalala it’s actually god (the strange man) speaking to john because he’s running around like a maniac killing folk for being a little snarky and building an even higher price on his head and hunting bounty hunters for sport because ranch life makes him feel miserable and useless and too fucking still, and it wasn’t enough to see micah’s brain matter scattered over the snow, it wasn’t enough to see dutch’s last act of care and kindness towards him because he still looked at him with disappointment in his eyes and he left him again, alone on top of a mountain with nothing but bleeding friends and gold that sits heavily in his pockets like the grief in his throat.

my john and hosanna (the only acceptable horse for john)

oh my god get the fucking chatgpt shit out of my john marston tags i’m just here for sad dog art and cowboy kisses