John Marston Rdr2 - Tumblr Posts
"RIP Jeremy Gill, you won't be missed... swim high 🦈 (I couldn't find the 🕊 emoji) " -John Marston probably
I need Squirrel Marston as a stuffed animal (not taxidermy) its so ridiculous /pos. But I can't find anything or anyone that makes it as a stuffed toy 😔
Also love how Abigail doesn't like it.
This eats
what is his fucking problem
what is his fucking problem
queer ass fucking smirk
"Dear friends, 😊
In Gaza, people are living under immense challenges, yet day by day they prove that hope never dies. Families lose their homes, and children carry great dreams in their eyes despite the suffering. These heroes show us the true meaning of resilience and sacrifice. 💪❤️
Let us not forget that every image we receive from there carries a human story. They deserve our voice and support, and we must be part of changing their reality. Let us raise our voices for justice and peace, affirming that their unity and resilience are not alone, but part of a larger human struggle. 🌍✊
Let us stand with Gaza, making every message a message of hope and every action an expression of our solidarity. They are not alone, and we are here for them. 🙏
With regards,
Abdel Salam Al-Anqar."
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Various Marstons
IN SICKNESS – JOHN MARSTON
(I'm sick & this is how I cope, so it might suck I'm sorry 😭.)
The weather around you was something you admired as the leaves turned all shades orange and allowed themselves to fall with the gentle guidance of the autumn breeze and eventually meet the grass, contrasting their hues. Yet a much-hated characteristic of this season was how easily anyone could contract a sickness they'd have to suffer with for at least a few days.
The usual chatter around camp was nothing more than an annoying buzz in your ears as you lay in your bedroll, trying to ease your discomfort.
Your sickness started with subtle symptoms, and brushed it off–you had matters to attend to, and you had certainly faced worse than this. The donation box wasn't going to fill itself. Everyone had to do their part before starvation was another thing this gang would worry about.
It wasn't long before exhaustion caught up to you. Your body came down with a fever as it tried its best to heal itself, heat pulsing through your skin as you began feeling pain, finding its way into your bones, and making a home of them.
You weren't much of a use for the gang right now. Not while you couldn't move an inch without feeling like your legs would give out at any given moment. Not when everything outside of the blanket over you was freezing for your currently burning up body.
Yet, no member present in camp left you to rot; with everyone showing their concern about your well-being in their own way, as Pearson provided you with warm meals, Arthur and Sadie fetching medicine to ease your pain and the remaining people close to you made sure to contribute enough cash to the camp to cover this week's expenses to cover your part as well.
While the rest of the gang did their bit in different ways–John remained stubbornly sat by your side; watching over you every passing second, making sure you were okay as he tried his best to help you get comfortable. He knew he could easily contract whatever had you breaking down, but he simply didn't care as much as he cared about you getting through it.
Certainly, if not everything, then most things around you felt uncomfortable; the sounds that worsened the ringing in your ears, the way the light made its way through the tent flaps and landed right on your eyes, making your head hurt, or the way you felt completely weak. You just couldn't decide which was getting on your nerves more.
“Hey, I need you to sit up.” His rough voice snapped you out of your trance as you tried sitting up with his help despite your body's protests. “There ya go.” John sighed with relief when he saw you finding the courage to follow his instructions, a small smile tugged on his lips as he brushed your hair out of your face before he reached for the medicine he had lazily placed beside your bedroll.
John carefully popped off the lid and gently held the bottle against your lips, waiting for your breath to steady. “You got this, it's alright.” He mumbled softly in an attempt to ensure that the ringing in your ears wouldn't become unbearable because of him. Much unlike his usual coarse personality, this time around, there was something soft and kind with the way he was treating you with care as if you were something to be handled delicately and looked after.