I used a reference for this drawing 😋

Doing some chores

Yes I have something I’d like to get off my chest, if that’s okay? John Marston is the hottest man to have never existed and I would very much like to put his nonexistent dick in my mouth. 🤤 🤣🤣🤣

Of cause it’s okay! How can I blame you? I mean: look at this mountain 🏔👀👀👀

...these narrow hips👀👀👀

...a perfect jaw line and a sharply defined chin. And sexy scars 👀👀👀

...and as I said narrow hips 👀👀👀

Such a Handsome man he is 🖤

Real RDR Fact #35

John can’t swim out of spite. Arthur threw him in once and John decided he would never learn to swim because of it.

Thank you to @darlingsdevil for submitting today's fact!

Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper

help, i think i’m falling in love

a playlist of songs to scream whilst driving at night because you’ve found that person

an upgrade on this playlist here

view the full thing here: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4CWZrqI95xIyrAOyGipOVd?si=AyIY-7z0SRGDGF5-5QCawA

‘Baby I’m Yours’ by Arctic Monkeys

‘Someone New’ by Hozier 

‘My Type’ by Saint Motel

‘Spark’ by Amber Run

‘Adore You’ by Harry Styles

‘Sweet Tooth’ by Cavetown

‘Favourite Colour’ by Sea Girls

‘Share Your Address’ by Ben Platt

A word of advice: don't think about Tilly and Mary-Beth staying close friends for the rest of their lives. Don't think about Tilly asking Mary-Beth to be godmother to her child. Don't think about them walking through Saint Denis, perhaps doing a spot of window shopping, only to grip each other's hands the second they caught sight of a lawman, unable to shake the feeling that everything would go wrong again. Don't picture them crying together, missing Karen. Don't you dare imagine them visiting Susan's grave and sharing a flask of whiskey there, overlooking the water and the mountains. Don't think about their hair, now shimmering silver, catching the sunlight as they picnic at Horseshoe Overlook for old time's sake. I'm warning you, don't let yourself focus on Tilly arranging her copies of Mary-Beth's books on her mantlepiece, making sure a speck of dust never touches them. Don't think about them asking Tilly's grown up sons to take flowers to Hosea and Lenny's graves, because the journey is a bit much for them now. Please don't realise that Tilly would gently sing 'Lorena' by Mary-Beth's bedside when she got sick, when her memories began to fade and her mind betrayed her.

And don't think of Tilly placing sweet peas on the freshly laid soil in the cemetery in the summer, or a holly wreath in the winter. Don't think of the solitary walks every Sunday. Don't think of afternoon tea for one. Don't think of the empty armchair by the fire.

John goes to sandy knees

im trying v hard to get modern Sean out of my system but-

soak all of my clothes in holy water and drown them like a crying son, drown them like a crying daughter

anyway this was inspired by portrait of a lady on fire

got any designs for drawings/decorations in the sand? im decorating my beach area and i want some fun stuff to add near my sand castles and my beach chairs

yes!