“john Marston Is Sooooo I Am Not A Violent Dog I Don’t Know Why I Bite” SHUT UP!!!!!!!! Shut The

please just let me go

they grow up so fast

“what’s your writing process” i put a pathetic guy in a blender and blend blend blend

first post kinda nervous

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.

I'm mad at my brother and my head hurts so naturally I had to draw them

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

the dutch -> john -> jack violence pipeline drives me insane. admire me, admire my home!! admire my son, he's my clone!!