very very funny , the people who insist arthur is coldhearted and would be racist or homophobic or sexist back in the time period of the game . very very funny how they are basically just outing themselves as the same type , who also didn't really play the game at all , did not play through the side quests and did not pause to really contemplate his character . how are they going to infer these things about him when there are so many moments that arthur exhibits how angry he is at slavery , throwing jeremiah compton's ledger full of slaves right into the fire and pissing on jeremiah's so-called "legacy ," running into the triple k and mowing them all down and expressing his distaste verbally the multiple times he runs into them ; how he literally hops up on the wagon full of women and rides through rhodes in a ( albeit unplanned and a bit taken off guard ) show of support for women's suffrage and rights as a whole . how are they going to insist that he was nothing short of progressive for the time . man has "all white it's on sight" tattooed across his forehead . man has booty shorts with "women's rights" across his ass . man walks around draped in the rainbow flag . get away from me with that nonsense .
oh . that's a loaded question . it's also one that stops arthur in his tracks the moment he actually registers what it means . eliza … sweet girl with the striking eyes that had captured him way back when and the smooth temperament that had drawn him to her right after . it's strange , the way he still remembers her voice while the memories of her face have decayed , fragmented , faded until he can remember nothing more than the way her warm brown hair framed her face and kissed her jawline . a wonderful girl . the prettiest girl that foolish , young arthur had ever met .
gaze drops to curled digits , nails picking at the dirt lined beneath them . ❝ i wasn't the right man for her , ❞ he says , first and foremost , the guilt biting like stomach acid against the sides of his throat . ❝ 'n she knew . she knew what i was . i tried real hard not to bring no danger to her , kept away when i had to and visited her when i could . just … kept away a little too long . i should've … ❞ a pause . a sharp intake of air through partially parted teeth . ❝ but i do think about her sometimes . ❞ not nearly as often as he used to . not nearly as often as those every waking moments of his day back when he had first lost them . or maybe he's selfish , and he should be calling it their losses . their lives , snuffed out for a little bit of money .
he opens his mouth . shuts it again . ❝ sure . i miss her . ❞ there is no room for him to miss her every day , the way a good man would . but there is room for mourning , even after all these years , and there is room for a young waitress and a giggling son somewhere in his heart , somewhere he's packed away for so long . ❝ i miss her and i miss isaac . sweetest kid i ever met . not a thing like me , hah . he had a lotta his momma's heart in him . yeah . i miss 'em . i'll always miss her . ❞
it's the way arthur genuinely looks down on himself for me . the way he talks down to himself in the mirror , the way he calls himself a sour-faced idiot , an old , sad , ugly bastard . it's the way , when lenny asks him why he's never been married , he says "no one would have me" because mary turned him out since he wouldn't change his ways . the way he refuses to get too close to anyone outside the gang because he genuinely believes he wouldn't be worth the effort anyway , and knows it's true what he is is dangerous and would be no benefit to anyone who was looking for an actual , good partner to settle down with . the way he thinks he is neither good nor good enough through-and-through .
where should you be kissed ? palm . you give and give . you are a gentle heart , broken but still standing … always lending a hand for those who need it , expecting nothing in return . you deserve someone taking your hand and kissing your open palm , the hands which have selflessly helped so many others .
tagged by . saw it on the dash !
tagging . @ofsoul . @misroberts . @colecassiidy . @coyotlindo . @wildlcck .
what kind of tragedy are you ? self-inflicted . you were given the choice to live , a thousand times over , and yet you never choose it . not intentionally , oh no , you didn’t know it was a grave you were digging . but with every turn , you were twisting the knife deeper . every decision doomed you more . had it been anyone else , they would have made it . but you ? you are so perfectly you , there was no escaping it . the true tragedy of it all , is how preventable it was .
tagged by . i stole this because it looks tragic . and it was .
tagging . @ofsoul . @wcrstarter . @coyotlindo . @erebius .
to whom does your heart belong ? your heart belongs to the sun . you are a wildfire waiting to happen , one lit cigarette away from catastrophe . you are passion itself , full of rage and joy and love and pain . you are the driving force behind change , so why are you afraid of it ? not all that is new will hurt you . let others into your life . you will not burn them . you do not cause harm inherently , you are wounded . you will heal . i promise you will heal .
tagged by . i took from @wildlcck !
tagging . @ofsoul the soul expert for helping me with the soul question . x
you've heard of people drawing parallels of their muses to 'too sweet' - now get ready for its sibling : me drawing parallels of arthur ( primarily in regards to his relationship with john ) to 'empire now' … this song is so fantastic but overlooked .
see , because arthur tends to express his views in a generally pessimistic light , while remaining much more of a realist about the world and society as a whole . he's effectively grounded into the culture of his surroundings while remaining highly critical of civilisation as a whole , re : his unwillingness to be anywhere around big towns , and rapidly growing technology and cities like st denis . [ … ] but "the way that things are turning / if it falls / i would hold on for all it's worth / the future's so bright it's burning" fits him so well because , despite being relatively negative out of natural melancholia , there's a part of him even he's not aware of that hopes there's a sliver of the world that is as good as the pragmatists think .
and i really think that plays out once sister calderón gives him the talk and tells him that he should "take a gamble that love exists and do a loving act" … in the end , he does take that chance , when he tells john to run , and not look back . the future's so bright , it's burning . not for himself , sure , as his future won't be much longer . but he insists it will be for his loved ones , the few people he has left by the end .
don't even get me started on the two possible endings , like … "darling , i wouldn't sell the world / for all the gold or sterling" like in terms of arthur going back for the money ??? when he chooses not to . when he chooses to run and fight with john not out of cowardice , but out of determination that someone , at least , will make it out of this alive . a family who deserves it more than any other person in their entire goddamn gang . money is nothing to him now if it means the people he loves suffers for that .
fuck the old empire that the old guard had been building for the past twenty years . their rome has fallen , and long live this new empire . arthur will craft its foundations out of his own lifeblood just to make sure it will be steady for the marstons . and i just think that's really neat .
i'll tell you when you get your soft , italicized , "oh ."
the late-night talk . oh . you figure it out when you realize just how vulnerable they are willing to be with you . it isn't everybody who could or would stay up talking into the night with you , not with such affection or easy familiarity . it isn't everybody who is so understanding of you . it isn't everybody who could bare their soul to you in return . that kind of intimacy … it means deep foundations . it means comfort . it means trust . maybe it's a secret , maybe it's a story , maybe it's something you just never thought of before but they say something , late at night , and you realize all at once how remarkable they are , and how special it is to exist in the same time and space as them . "oh" indeed .
tagged by . @colecassiidy . ty this hurt my heart . x
tagging . @ofsoul . @shinemade . @untodeath ( john ) .
what if i told you all that even in spite of people calling arthur a good man , over and over and over again , he was still so used to seeing himself as a bad man through and through , ugly on the inside and out , that he carried his doubts to the very end .
which of my favourite specific character archetypes are you ?
the lionheart . the loyal one , the stubborn one , the one who fights for others . the guarder , the watcher , the brave , foolish , valiant person who is not the same person by the end of the story .
tagged by . @bllakcat ! ty this quiz ruined my life a second time !
tagging . @shinemade . @ofsoul . @crzrl . @draconisa . @blcsscdson .
hey i'm thinking about brokeback mountain today . nothing about the movie , just the line " you're sleeping on your feet like a horse . " and how arthur , too , would fall asleep standing up if he was tired enough . there are times when he is just that tired , usually after he's overworked himself , and which happens more often the worse condition he's in . how that line in particular would hit him harder than " you're falling asleep on your feet " because he has an affinity for horses and understands that it is a defense mechanism for them . of course , he doesn't sleep like that to defend from predators since he's human , but … well , with the law on their tails , there's more of a sentiment in that particular expression for him .
what chess piece represents you ? you are the black rook . as a piece that can move inwards and outwards , you're a master of self-reflection . being the black piece , you hide an inner beast within you . perhaps you're one to rush headfirst into trouble , was it for a friend's sake ? or your own ? are you the overprotective type ? did you know your grip was that tight around someone's neck ? for all your protectiveness and deliberate planning , you can't wash the blood off your hands that easily .
tagged by . @dispatched .
tagging . i do not know .... pls do this and snitch to me . x
i disabled the snipers again in new austin and went ahead and found all the rest of the dinosaur bones for this lady . the fact that this scene isn't technically supposed to be accessible as arthur , but they still have a scene fully acted out for him , makes me yearn for all the rest of the cut content .
this scene also makes me think about just what a curious man arthur is . how he harbours no judgement toward people who ask favours of him , no matter whether or not he believes them . he doesn't know if dinosaurs were real or not , but he seeks out the bones for her anyways with a little bit of hope in his chest . and when he finally gets to see the model , he's very full of awe and wonder about it all . his heart is full of childlike admiration for all those things he never studied because he never went to school , all those things he doesn't really care about but to which other people dedicate their lives . all humans live such distinct lives , and a great majority live with such different means and motivations than he does . it is fascinating to him , when he gets small moments like these to exist here , in someone else's life , even if for a brief moment .
╰ ゜out of character. * kat's blabbering about cowboys again.
╰ ゜save. * this is mine now ! get your own !
╰ ゜out of character. * starter call.
╰ ゜in character. * starter.
╰ ゜in character. * thread.
╰ ゜out of character. * answered.
╰ ゜in character. * answered.
╰ ゜out of character. * dash commentary.
╰ ゜study. * old iron bearing down like wind ; it's built by ruin.
╰ ゜musing. * they say i do it wrong runnin from the law.
╰ ゜mannerism. * ain't gonna be no jury ; no self-defense.
╰ ゜headcanon. * i'll fight forgiveness ; so suffer for my shame.
╰ ゜skills. * but where the fire died ; it burnt a hole in me.
╰ ゜aesthetic. * i can't quite remember just what guided me.
╰ ゜art. * my nights go on and on ; my days are dark and tarred.
╰ ゜music. * under the blazin sun ; my heart's forever charred.
╰ ゜self promo. * this train keeps rollin ; filled with sinners.
╰ ゜promo. * i've still my cross to bear ; will i be saved ?
╰ ゜meme. * tell me once again that old story ; cure the pride.
╰ ゜wishlist. * too tired to feel this old ; too late to start again.
╰ ゜edits. * no one to blame this time ; i'm forsaken in this land.
╰ ゜crack. * the pines often whisper what no tongue can tell.
╰ ゜queue.�� * i leave my life behind ; ruined by my hand.