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moving lenny and hosea here @outlawr

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moving lenny and hosea here @outlawr

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hosea is dying around the time the game takes place. he has coughing fits at camp. a lot of what he does and says and how he interacts w ppl ( encouraging john to be a family man and leave w abigail and jack, taking arthur out hunting/some bonding time and telling him to start thinking for himself, teaching jack to read, telling lenny to leave crime ) are because of this. arthur later in the game really does seem to take on the ideals of hosea and become a similar figure. i’ve seen theories that he has tb too but that’s bullshit imo it was probably early symptoms of lung cancer. he was a heavy smoker

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BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN (2005) SENTENCE MEME. feel free to change details and pronouns as you see fit. some nsfw and triggering material.

beats working for my old man.

can’t please my old man, no way.

your folks run you off?

well, we got to do something about this food situation.

i wouldn’t mind sleeping out there.

that ain’t the point.

i warn you, i can’t cook worth a damn.

you can’t be no worse than me, then.

that’s more word than you’ve spoke in the last two weeks.

hell, that’s the most that i’ve spoke in a year.

you may be a sinner, but i ain’t yet had the opportunity.

you’ll freeze your ass off.

just quit your hammering and get in here.

fuck me!

see you for supper.

it’s a one shot thing we got going on here.

it’s nobody’s business but ours.

i don’t need your money.

i can’t believe i left my damn shirt up there.

you’re wasting your time here.

it’s not so lonely now, is it?

i’d like to buy ___ here a beer.

so where do you figure the most pussy’s at, las vegas or california?

hey, you might wanna keep it down.

___, just leave them alone. let’s just move.

you wanna lose about half your fucking teeth, huh?

wait, hold on. you don’t think i’m too fast, do you?

maybe we should put the brakes on?

fast or slow, i just like the direction you’re going.

you are in a hurry.

i’m supposed to be at home with the car by midnight.

i got a million things to do here before i can leave.

i’d rather be at my job, if i lose my job.

what about my job?

we’ll more likely just go out and get drunk.

___ fuckin’ ____!

we might not get back tonight, when we get to drinking and talking and all.

would you get me a pack of smokes?

didn’t think i’d hear from you again.

i figured you were sore from that punch.

i got out while i could still walk.

i swear to god, i didn’t know we was going to get into this again.

i couldn’t get here fast enough.

what are we gonna do now?

well, i doubt there’s nothing we can do.

i’m stuck with what i got here. and making a living is about all i got time for now.

i’m starving. wanna get something to eat?

i’m enjoying my peace and quiet.

you know it could be like this. just like this. always.

it’d be a sweet life.

we’re around each other and this thing grabs hold of us again in the wrong place, in the wrong time, and we’re dead.

we can get together, once in a while. 

if you can’t fix it, ___, you got to stand it.

i’m sure as hell sorry. you know i am.

i’ll see you next month then.

we don’t eat with our eyes.

now you sit down, you old son of a bitch.

now you sit down before i knock your ignorant ass into next week.

that don’t mean nothing, ___.

don’t try and fool me no more, ___. i know what that means.

shut up, listen to me, you don’t know nothing about it!

get out. get out! you hear me, ___? get out!

hey asshole! watch where you’re going!

that’s some high class entertainment, if you ask me.

you and ___, it’s normal and all?

you remember getting the feeling when you’re in town, and someone looks at you suspicious, like he knows?

maybe you ought to get out of there, you know?

go to hell, ___.

you want to live your miserable fucking life? then go right ahead.

i was just thinking out loud.

yeah, you’re a real thinker there.

he got it all figured out, ain’t he.

wanna dance?

my feet hurt.

i’m trying to get a foot rub, dummy.

thank you for asking to dance with me. i really appreciate that.

he wouldn’t listen to me even if he knew he was going deaf tomorrow.

you don’t think i’m the one for him?

you’re good enough.

you don’t say much, but you get your point across.

sorry. i didn’t mean to be rude.

you’re standing on your feet, cowboy.

i was thinking, maybe i could come stay with you.

you probably deserve it.

the truth is, sometimes i miss you so much i can hardly stand it.

there’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you, bud.

you know, you had a fucking week to say some little word about this.

why is we’re always in the friggin’ cold?

you know me. about all the travelling i’ve ever done is around a coffee pot looking for the handle.

there ain’t never enough time. never enough.

this is a goddamn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation.

you forget what it’s like being broke all the time.

you got a better idea?

i did once.

is that a fucking problem?

we could have had a good life together. a fucking real good life.

but you didn’t want it, ___.

everything’s built on that. that’s all we got.

so i hope you know that, if you don’t never know the rest.

you tell me you’ll kill me for needing something that i don’t hardly never get!

you have no idea how bad it gets!

i can’t make it on a couple of high-altitude fucks, once or twice a year.

you are too much for me, ___.

i wish i knew how to quit you.

why don’t you? why don’t you just let me be, huh?

it’s because of you, ___, that i’m like this.

i’m nothing. and i’m nowhere.

get the fuck off of me.

it’s all right.

you’re sleeping on your feet like a horse.

i don’t get you, ___.

i was probably no fun anyways, was i?

he drank a lot.

we was good friends.

want a cup of coffee, don’t you? piece of cherry cake?

i’ll have a cup of coffee.

i feel awful bad about ___.

i can’t begin to tell you how bad i feel.

like the car?

___, you need more furniture.

if you got nothing, you don’t need nothing.

we’re getting married.

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so what if i just @outslaw

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a common speculation i see that i don’t necessarily agree with is that dutch’s behavior wouldn’t have gone completely off the rails if hosea hadn’t died. personally, i think it would have been just as bad, maybe even a little worse – the only improvement i can see is how the others might rally and pick their sides more carefully.

dutch? hosea knew that dutch has been gone since the start. literally, in colter, hosea can have a conversation with arthur where he expresses that he’s trying to keep dutch from getting everyone killed. even that far back, he was sizing up their lot. his arguments with dutch continue into horseshoe outlook and all the way to shady belle, and the thing is? 

he rarely (if ever) actually manages to stop dutch from pulling his schemes. hosea is touted as this heavy counterweight to dutch’s stupidity right up til the end, but as often as he does throw his lot in against dutch, it never actually stops the man from doing whatever the hell he feels like. i don’t doubt that he used to be a stronger influence, but i feel like that changed once micah “echo chamber” bell came along, and we…. never actually got to see a time when he had a better handle on dutch’s impulses.

in fact, it’s pretty easy to see that hosea rapidly switches gears from “heel, dutch” to “ok well screw dutch”. as early as horseshoe outlook he’s consistently putting most of his energy into planting thoughts in the others’ heads: lenny, abigail, john, arthur, he is constantly dropping unsubtle hints left and right that blind loyalty to the gang is no longer a viable philosophy. and that is ballsy, essentially telling people to gtfo of dodge right under dutch’s nose, considering how paranoid the man already is by the time they’re in shady belle. hosea does all of this while still getting into the occasional row with dutch because this man does not give a single shit, and just because he’s accepted dutch as a lost cause doesn’t mean he isn’t going to give him an earful about it whenever the opportunity presents itself.

this is why i think a universe where hosea had survived the bank would have an even messier climax, albeit in perhaps a good way: because he died before the splits in the gang got truly ugly, hosea was never forced to choose sides. and there were going to be sides whether he lived or not; hosea recognized this, or he wouldn’t have spent the entire game trying to prepare the others for it. i have zero doubt in my mind that hosea would have been the first to denounce dutch, and frankly? i’m pretty sure that would have hit dutch a lot damn harder than hosea’s death did. hosea died to dutch as a loyal friend, but if he had lived and chosen a side, he would have been dead to dutch as the ultimate traitor. and we all know how well dutch takes traitors – imagine what it would to do him to see hosea, of all people, truly standing against him.

tbh the whole reason this gets me so tilted is because essentially?? hosea was fucking FRIDGED for dutch’s manpain when i’m 100% sure that things were going to go sideways whether he lived or not. hosea deserved so much better honestly and like…. r* was super not subtle about killing off pretty much everyone who would have sided with arthur, but why

i would have loved to see it. i feel like dutch’s and especially hosea’s character arcs were cheated out of this potential: of their differences finally coming to a head, of hosea making the choice to save his family and dutch not having the excuse of grief pushing him over that edge. 

hosea spent so long trying to prepare his family for the fallout he saw coming. all he wanted was to see people safe before he passed, but he recognized that he may not even have the chance for that, and that the best he could do was teach his boys that it was okay for them to take a stand for themselves. he deserved to see that he succeeded.

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hosea: you ain’t a fool until you start pretending to be one. ain’t that so, arthur?

arthur: seems to me he ( john ) does a good job of playing the fool.

john: thank you. both of you.

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he was going to die here. there was no question about it. not anymore. milton’s gun pushed hard into his back —- hosea standing between enemies and allies. from inside the bank, he could hear dutch prattle on about something, trying to fix an unfixable situation. hosea wasn’t listening anymore. he felt the high sun on his face, the rough ground below his feet. he caught a face peeking from the bank’s windows — arthur’s maybe. milton was talking now, a little droning sound by his ear. then he felt himself rush forward, shoved ahead to the center of the street. like a cow to slaughter. he should be frightened. he should be angry. he should be .. something. only hosea turned away, and there was a gunshot, loud and lasting forever. he was hit with a great punch to his chest, knocking him down to the cobblestone. someone screamed. the sounds meant nothing now, but the pain came quick and fast, fading as one. and as those final moments ticked by, hosea was sure, from the corner of his vision, he saw bessie in the forming crowd — a flash of blonde hair and a pretty smile. he missed that smile.

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REQUIEM  ASKS  /  WRITING  EXERCISES

introit - if your muse could revive one person from the dead, who would it be and why?

kyrie - what are your muse’s thoughts on the afterlife?

offertorium - what piece of art describes your muse?

domine jesu christe - write about the last time your muse was tempted. 

sanctus - when they wake up screaming from a nightmare, who is it that your muse calls for?

dies irae - how does your muse handle rejection?

lacrimosa - what does your muse smell like?

pie jesu - imagine someone asks your muse “what have you become?” write how they respond to that question.

tuba mirum - what does your muse look forward to most about growing old/er?

rex tremendae - what does your muse fear most about growing old/er?

benedictus - someone is selling jewelry on the side of the road. what piece catches your muse’s eye?

recordare - what is your muse’s least favourite house chore? which is their favourite?

agnus dei - does your muse attend church regularly? if so, describe the church / religion. if not, why?

lux aeterna - does your muse have any mental illnesses? if so, what are they?

libera me - write a small drabble about why your muse is awake at 2 am.

confutatis - what does your muse think about their childhood home / home life? is it a safe place? how did it impact the way they grew up? regardless of whether it is or isn’t, does your muse think it is a good place?

in paradisum - when your muse dies, how would they like to be buried?

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so what if i just @outslaw

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martyrdawn‌

         YEARS HAVE GONE AND PASSED,     so  much  more  time  than  the  yesterday  it  still  felt.   A  weight  upon  his  shoulders  of  profound  proportions,   nestled  into  the  crevices  of  aching  bones.   He’d  been  made  with  it,    Arthur  was  near  certain,   a  burden  for  the  sins  he’d  been  destined  to  commit  throughout  his  life.     Some  people  were  just  born  bad,     he  wasn’t  blind  to  the  fact  he  was  one  of  them.    But  the  encumberment  had  only  grown  in  the  ticking  clock  of  life,   heavier  and  more  tiresome  in  collection  of  debt  that  he  owed.    Some  losses  were  worse  than  others,   some  blessings  in  disguise.   He’d  hardly  known  his  mother  enough  to  cry  for  long  after  all;    his  fathers  death  had  been   good  riddance.    And  the  heft  of  those  who’d  left  him  because  he  couldn’t  be  half  the  man  he’d  promised.

          There  is  a  boulder  between  shoulder  blades  far  leaden  amongst  the  rest,   pressed  so  heavy  he  can  feel  it  through  his  chest.   If  there  were  to  be  one  thing  Arthur  felt  need  be  punished  for,   it  would  be  this  transgression  that  surely  sent  him  south.      /      The  hand  pressed  comfortingly  to  his  shoulder  breaks  him  from  his  rock  slick  thoughts,    just  at  the  edge  of  tumbling  down.    His  face  is  hot,   a  tension  in  his  skull  spinning  tighter  around  the  cogs.   Hosea’s  request  is  more  difficult  to  fulfill  than  he’d  like  to  admit,   storm  cast  eyes  meeting  his  rimmed  rose  pink.   There’s  no  tears  but  the  threat  lingers  in  the  air.

                                                                                                      He’d  rather  bite  his  own  tongue    -

          A  scoff  of  indigence  marks  the  start  of  his  response,    unable  to  keep  ill  humor  at  ease.    Of  course  Arthur  appreciated  the  sentiment  passed  on  by  the  man  he  looked  to  as  a  better  father  than  he’d  ever  had  but  he  knew  him  too  well  by  now.    Hosea  was  kind  to  those  he  cared  about,   attempted  to  lift  the  burdens  of  life.    Even  if  he  meant  what  he  said,   the  younger  man  was  hard  pressed  to  believe  it.

          ❛  I  don’t  know  about  that,   Hosea.  ❜    He  averts  his  gaze  once  more,   towards  the  dirt  beneath  their  boots,   the  dirt  he’d  had  to  bury  far  too  many  people  under  already.   Arthur  takes  a  heavy  breath  before  speaking  further.    ❛  I  should’a      -     I  should’a   been  there  for  ‘em,   to  protect  ‘em…   and  I  wasn’t.   I  can’t  pretend  that  it  wasn’t  my  responsibility  to  be  there  for  ‘em…   that  their  blood  ain’t  on  my  hands.  ❜  

for     as     long     as     hosea     had     known     him     ,     arthur     had     always     been     a     little     full     of      heartache     ,     like     a     second     skin     beneath     .     and     for     the     MANY     YEARS     since     hosea     and     dutch     had     taken     in     that     troubled     orphan     living     off     only     scraps     ,     the     older     man     had     given     his     best     effort     to     act     as     stern     but     benevolent     mentor     ----     as    he     would     later     for     john     marston     ,     and     the     dozen     other     lost     souls     they     scooped     up     along     the     way     .    

(     nobody     chooses     this     life     ,     kid     ,     but     the     hangman     ain’t     gonna     hear     it     ,     so     you     act     smart     ,     stay     sharp     .     we     may     be     bad     people     ,     but     we’re     not     beasts      )          we’re     like     family

“     i     understand     .     ”          he     nods     ,     a     slow     turn     of     the     head     ,     lips     pressing     to     a     firm     line     .          “     try     not     to     let     it     consume     you     .     ”          if     the     topic     were     lighter     ,     he     may     have     called     arthur     stubborn     ,     but     there     was     no     need     for     that     here     .     conversations     like     these     were     akin     to     digging     out     an     enemy’s     bullet     ----     painful     ,     but     occasionally     necessary     .     lately     ,     the     world     always     seemed     to     bring     about     these     moments     ,     the     haunting     structure     of     SHADY     BELLE     only     furthering     that     misery     .          “     i’ve     seen     what     happens     to     men     who     do     and     ...     i’d     like     to     never     see     it     again     .     ”

if     there     was     one     thing     he     can      take     solace     in     bessie’s     departure     from     this     life     ,     it’s     that     she     did     not     go     in     senseless     violence     ,     nor     did     she     die     at     the     hands     of     some     sinister     other     .     and     maybe     that     fact     kept     him     from     drinking     to     death     all     those     years     ago     ,     spending     countless     hours      with     a     bottle     of     booze     by     his     side     ,     like     a     less     jolly     version     of     uncle     .          “     they     didn’t     deserve     it     ,     and     neither     did     you     .     it’s     a    damn     cruel     world     we     live     in     ,     that     much     i     know     .     ”          DYING     NOT     FROM     GUNSHOT     (     or     worse     in     his     eyes     ,     the     noose     )     was     a     luxury     few     of     them     will     receive     .     eliza     and     issac     ...     they     weren’t     a     part     of     that     life     .     they     were     innocent     .          “     but     you’ve     got     us     ,     arthur     .     you’re     not     alone     .     that’s     an     awful     thing      ----     to     be     alone     .     ”          

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remember hosea planning to rob a man and then walking into his house in the middle of said man’s funeral so he pretends to be his long lost friend and mourns w this random grieving family he’s never met before in his life

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westran‌

❝ i’m  -  sorry to have caused y’all all this trouble ,  mr .  matthews . ❞  𝙰𝙻𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚈 𝚂𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙻 ,  𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙼𝚂 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝙰𝙳𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝙰 𝙲𝚄𝙿 𝙾𝙵 𝙲𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙴 .  jenny’s sure she must look a sight .  not nearly as  bloody  and half - dead as she’s sure she looked when they’d carried her in just days ago ,  but the left side of her face is still swollen to an uncomfortable degree .  the split in her lip stings .  even breathin’ still hurt  ( she’d heard someone say something about a bruised or broken rib ) .  but at least she was  alive ,  and that was all thanks to them .  her smile is weak ,  not least of which because it’s difficult to move her lips .    ❝ i don’t think mr .  williamson’s quite forgiven me yet .  i don’t  .  .  .  i don’t usually claw at people like that ,  i swear . ❞ 

“     that’s     quite     alright     ,     miss     jenny     .     you’re     the     least     of     our     troubles     .     ”          although     she     was     another     mouth     to     feed     in     their      growing      numbers     ,    hosea     did     not     mind     it     .     in     fact     ,     she     was     a     welcomed     addition     ,     given     her     current     plight     .     he     wasn’t     the     type     to     not     aid     ,     much     less     ,     ABANDON     someone     in     need     .     especially     so     young     .     and     thus     far     ,     the     rest     of     the     gang     had     taken     a     liking     to     her     ----     at     least     ,     those      who’s     judgement     mattered     .          “     and     don’t     you     worry     about     bill     .     ”          he     waves     off      the     concern     ,          “     he’s     an     idiot     .     a     drunk    idiot     .     he’ll     be     fine      .         ”           

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on a lighter note during sean’s party there was an interaction where arthur was like “so are you happy to have your irish friend back?” to molly lol

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for me, molly’s the saddest character in the game. no one seems to care much about her, she doesn’t get a proper burial, and the last months of her life were awful

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@martyrdawn

all the guys down at the fishing club were making fun of me because i reeled in my line and there was a big tattered boot on the hook

[wisecrime]

‘ what if, after you die, part of you goes to heaven, part of you stays here, just to see how things turn out? ’ ( from jenny )          /          @westran

“     doubt     i’ll     ever     know     ..     ”          spoken     between     dying     cigarette     ,     with     a     sentence     left      unsaid     :      heaven     just     ain’t     the     place     for     outlaws     .     “     i     may     look     like     a     halfway     decent     man     now     but     back     in     the     day     ,     i     was     your     average     degenerate     .     didn’t     care     for     no     one     .     but     maybe     god’s     more     forgiving     than     they     let     on     .     ”