I Wish Dlc To Use Mutations..........

self care is turning on your console and starting rdr2 to ride your horsey around aimlessly while taking in the ambience and scenery

you’re laughing. they’re horrifically misinterpreting my favorite character’s personality and you’re laughing

kinda fucked how javier had to ride all the way to blackwater w trelawny talking his ear off and then they made him ride back with sean

the way I started writing fanfiction again after 2 entire years of not writing, and it was because of fucking mortal kombat.

what do you mean I'm hyperfixating on a bunch of bozos that I've only known about for like a month? what do you mean they're one of the only things I think about besides cowboys and zombie games? fuck you netherrealm studios

i'm so sorry

one thing that fucks me up about red dead is that every part of me believes that even if arthur knew how his sacrifice would ultimately end — that john (and abigail) will still die too young, that jack will become consumed by a revenge mission just like his father — he would still do it

like yes, he was sick, and yes, he knew his path was ending anyway, but he could’ve chosen to try and fight for what he had left — john was even telling him to keep pushing! he could’ve seen charles one more time, could’ve visited mary, could’ve watched more sunsets and gone fishing by the quiet lake at the veteran’s house. could’ve breathed in fresh air a few more times, made a few more drawings, taken advantage of final comforts on that “vacation” he needed and passed in peace with someone at his side, but none of it would matter more to him than the few years he could give john & his family —

it wouldn’t matter that john’s life will still end at the hands of the government, because at least he had some years of peace and got the chance to really grow into his own man, a family man. it wouldn’t matter that jack’s path will veer away from what they all dreamed for him, because at least he had some time reading books and writing stories and just growing up, not moving around all the time, not having to be scolded about the dangers just at the edge of camp.

arthur would look at all the pain and see, well, there’s uncle at family dinner with the marstons. there’s charles exploring a new life in canada. there’s sadie taking on her own identity, making her own way in this life, talking like she can have a future again. there’s john waking early to work on the ranch while abigail makes up the coffee in their new home. there’s jack getting a new storybook for his birthday. there’s their dog, rufus, as energetic as copper used to be.

idk man i just so firmly believe that arthur “face me to the west so i can remember all the fine times we had” morgan, by the end of his path, would give so much to give these small moments of peace and joy to those that could still have them and it kills me

FUCK THIS IS SO PRETTY IM WRITHING AROUND ON THE FLOOR

On that cowboy shit again (pls click for better resolution probably ♡)

^^^ some of my favorite pictures of the gang I've taken around camp recently :]

and then some landscapes I really like! ^^^

I'm obsessed with taking pictures in this game it's actually so bad. I swear I've spent near a hundred out of my 1000 hours in this game sitting in photo mode staring at pretty things