i like to think that it was snowing on the day that dutch saved john from the noose. we gotta stop meeting like this. surrounded by snow and unforgiving cold. the red in their cheeks heightened. red rope burn circling john’s throat. pale death all around them.
clocking in at the torturing john marston factory
i’m sorry i don’t want morston fix-it’s or hurt/comfort or fluff or domesticity morston is just better if arthur is dead and john is wholly consumed by grief and guilt and shame and longing
u guys have got it all wrong morston songs (and just john marston songs in general) are every townes van zandt song and that’s it nothing else ever shut up
top 3 places to bleed out:
1. the snow
2. your lover/best friend/homoerotic comrade’s arms
3. bathroom floor
crying while listening to ethel cain or townes van zandt is just a rite of passage for john marston fans i think
john marston has never seen snow without blood
need more “guish” words. anguish. extinguish. languish. great for when a character is bleeding out on the floor
the dutch -> john -> jack violence pipeline drives me insane. admire me, admire my home!! admire my son, he's my clone!!
I was not satisfied with this drawing so I repainted it!
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At my funerals play the entire perverts album of ethel cain or ill make a big ass storm and become an evil entity
23, writer 𓄒 john marston loyalist & morston + vandermarston intellectual 🪦
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