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 💕💖💘💝💞
As vezes a forma como você pensa sobre uma pessoa não é a maneira como eles realmente são.
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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
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
"my toxic trait is this", "my toxic trait is that". amateurs. all my traits are toxic.