I like the rdr2 epilogue, and I'm tired of pretending I don't. (I literally have never pretended. I have always made my love clear.) Is John's model questionable? Mhm. Does he look a bit too much like Arthur? Yep. Could R* have put a bit more work into it? For sure. Do I still love it, tho? Very much so. The family moments between John, Abigail, and Jack? His friendship with Sadie, Charles, and Uncle? The whispers of Arthur and Dutch in everything John is/does? R* actually showing John's struggle to leave the outlaw life behind and be there for his family instead of just pretending he became a perfect family man overnight, (like a lot of other games would have done)? John's adorably sweet and emo journal entries? It all makes up for it for me. I love the epilogue.
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can I just say how much the qsmp has made me love and appreciate foolish? my only exposure to foolish was through that server and i'm so glad that quackity saw that rp potential in foolish and has given him an opportunity to shine bc that man can really do rp. people see him as a silly guy and don't always take him seriously, but foolish can do some really heartbreaking stuff and I think the ability to perfectly balance that serious moving stuff with the goofiest shit ever is pure talent. I seriously consider him one of the best roleplayers on the server bc he really does have a strong character with generally good continuity and such a rich backstory
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idk why it surprised me that kihyun is constantly updating us on fancafe while being enlisted o.o but not a complaint bc his updates are always so sweet & comforting 💞
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this weekend has turned me into a max verstappen fan
now hes beaten sebs record im like what can u do, really?
also his face on the podium was adorable like that smile convinced me to like redbull again icl 🙏🙏
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Good night to Lee Sanghyuk & Lee Sanghyuk only
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this daddy!gyu agenda drives me insane please😭😭😭 i love how ur stories gimme so much new vocabs LIKE LOL I LITERALLY LEARN ENGLISH MORE EFFECTIVE FROM UR WRITINGS COMPARED TO DUOLINGO😭😭😭
SHENDJNDDB STOP THIS IS LITERALLY THE BIGGEST COMPLIMENT EVER OMFGGGG 😭🤍
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JOHN PRICE I'm so in love. I saw a post with the headcanon how he gets a boner in situations that aren't sexual but sweet. Like whenever they talk about marriage or moving in together or something like that. I just thought that such a cute thought.
awww i blush me + that old man 4ever 💋
YOU AND JOHN Price were standing in the middle of some bustling department store. Walls lined with home decor, faint promises to the future that swelled around you.
John was pressed right to your backside, eyes roaming the bath section curiously, and your mouth parted as you realized a part of him swelled, too.
“John,” you cough out. “Are you hard looking at towels?”
He blinks down at you, head shaking in an accusatory way. “No. Why’d you ask that?”
“I can feel it.”
A taut grin splits his face before he can stop it. “Maybe a bit.”
You go to step away from him, chide him a bit, but his palms find your hips, and he tightens a vice at the fat there. “Don’t move,” he grits. “Please.”
“Fine,” you huff, a snort of insolence passing your lips as you bent down, grabbed a set of black towels, and rocked on your feet to push back into his hips. It sounded like he barked, and he smooths it away with a cough.
“Give you an inch and you take a mile, don’t you, lovie?”
You smile, a juvenile sort of thing painting your face as you toss him the stack of cloth to cover himself while the two of you strolled the aisles.
“Why’d you get hard anyway?” you question. Your gaze zeros in on the candle section before you dart off in that direction.
John’s shoulders shrug as you bring a butterscotch and brandy three wick to his nose. It crinkles. “Too much butter. And I’m not sure.” His tongue should’ve burned in dishonesty.
“You’re a horrible liar, John.” You try a Tahitian coconut next. He hums, so you tuck it between your arms, and glance down each of the end caps of the aisles. The coast was beautifully clear.
Your hand glides down to the underneath of his buckle before you smile. “Jesus, honey, you been popping viagra every time I turn around?”
He chuckles at you, hips pushing into your palm. “No, I just enjoy this. These things—“ he clears his throat. “I want to marry you.”
The palm that teased him changes its course, pinches his cheek instead. “You should. We’d make beautiful, fat babies.”
You hear him sputter on air behind you.
a / n the aftermath
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