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4 am and I felt the need to spread some love💞 anyway hope everyone reading this have a wonderful day and fucking nail all the shit u gotta do today! I love u all 💕💖💘💝💞

Basta lembrar:

As vezes a forma como você pensa sobre uma pessoa não é a maneira como eles realmente são.

r a v e n n a

my search for a 6′2″ masc lesbian continues....

Putting stickers on ur partner is a form of affection

I love my friends so much I’m afraid to talk to them lol

Thatsa me

It’s been a crazy past two years in the LOONA fandom though.... I went from lipseul to yveseul to chuuseul........

not to get sad about cowboys on main again, but i can’t stop thinking about the possibility of sadie finding jack marston again after the events of rdr and how she’d react knowing he hunted down and killed ross.

in a lot of ways i think sadie would be utterly sympathetic to jack and his motivations. taking from those who took from you is a language she knows. she understands better than most how the loss of people you love (especially good people) to things you can’t control eats at you, changes you. she knows how the parts of you that were good because of them die too.

but equally, sadie is under no illusions of how damaging it all is. arthur calls sadie and himself more ghosts than people, and she agrees with him. she says the o’driscolls made her a monster when she kills the last of them at hanging dog ranch. she’s a character that isn’t blind to her trauma - she knows exactly why she does what she does and where her explosive anger comes from.

and yet, as nihilistic as she can be, she goes on this journey over the course of the game taking her from suicidal depression to getting shot and continuing regardless to help john and his family. i would be remiss to not mention abigail here. she is one of sadie’s closest friends, arguably the one who gave her help when she needed it most after sadie joined the gang. i mean hell, sadie mounts a goddamn jailbreak to free john when dutch won’t just so abigail doesn’t become a widow like her.

the game wants you to believe that sadie’s character arc in rdr2 is driven by her need for revenge for her husband’s death, but i don’t think it is. her growth is driven by three things:

abigail’s friendship and kindness towards a traumatised widow who others think is just another drain on camp resources

her friendship and loyalty to arthur

her desire to fulfill her promise to arthur and help john and abigail escape the outlaw life

so spinning back to the question of jack, this leaves a really interesting conundrum. because on one hand, sadie would understand why jack has chosen the gunslinger path. hell, she has too. but then she also knows what his parents had wanted for him, and what they did to offer him a better life. she knows the loneliness of her own life, the sacrifice. and she remembers the little boy he was - not a rough and tumble child, but quiet and thoughtful, with a head of imagination and good stories.

we all love sadie for being this fierce, ballsy woman who takes no shit and gives as good as she gets. but i just wonder, when faced with a young man looking down the tracks of a life so similar to her own, if she wouldn’t try to help john and abigail one last time and dissuade him from following in her footsteps. 

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞   𝐭𝐨   𝐲𝐨𝐮.   /   𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐

@trshmouth   whispered   ::   [   HUG   ]   our   muses   hug   each   other   /   ok   but   richie   does   the   sweep   u   up   off   ur   feet   bear   hug   bc   he's   annoying   and   loves   des

      𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤   𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧   𝐡𝐚𝐝   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐟𝐨𝐫   𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬   &   𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧   𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬   𝐚𝐭   𝐚   𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞   for   investigations   ;   this   one   landed   her   in   the   middle   of   nowhere   in   weston   ,   west   virginia   :   a   quaint   ,   quiet   little   town   with   a   notoriously   haunted   asylum.   by   the   time   she   finished   the   investigation   and   was   on   the   plane   back   home   ,   she   was   exhausted   both   physically   and   mentally.   she   missed   her   apartment   ,   missed   her   bed   ,   and   oddly   enough   —   she   missed   richie   tozier   !

      she's   sure   the   poor   elderly   woman   sitting   next   to   her   on   the   flight   home   is   growing   tired   watching   desdemona's   incessant   wiggling   in   her   seat   that   only   grows   worse   as   the   plane   taxies   into   the   gate.   her   tiny   feet   carry   her   to   the   baggage   claim   at   the   speed   of   light.   the   moment   her   eyes   land   on   her   friend   ,   it   is   practically   like   nothing   else   exists   or   matters   in   that   very   moment.   all   of   the   sudden   she   dons   the   brightest   grin   she's   ever   worn   in   her   entire   life   ,   prancing   over   and   immediately   throwing   her   arms   around   him.   

(   you   would   think   the   two   haven't   seen   each   other   in   ten   years.   )

      giggles   spill   past   her   lips   in   endless   amounts   as   she   feels   her   feet   leave   the   ground.   she   can   feel   eyes   on   them.   the   sheer   feeling   alone   brings   a   teensie   bit   of   embarrassment   with   it   ,   made   evident   by   the   blush   creeping   'pon   her   cheeks.

      ❝   richie   ,   people   are   watching.   ❞   she   quietly   chastises   ,   but   makes   no   attempt   to   wiggle   out   of   his   grasp.   her   grip   on   him   tightens   for   a   second   ,   giving   him   a   silent   squeeze   that   says   ,   '   i   missed   you.   '   her   hand   ruffles   his   hair.   instead   of   choosing   to   say   those   words   out   loud   ,   she   teases   him   ,   ❝   you   act   like   i've   been   gone   for   ages.   it's   been   two   weeks   —   were   you   going   through   dessy   withdrawals   ?   ❞

Enough said! Educate and let’s not keep repeating the same cycles!

Reed makes fun of me for my basic taste in smoothies (listen, strawberry banana is just the superior smoothie) so I’m gonna wait until he’s back from camp, go to Smoothie King, order strawberry banana, and tag him in an instagram story with said smoothie

people leave, but Love always stay within you

_naiad

"my toxic trait is this", "my toxic trait is that". amateurs. all my traits are toxic.