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heatwave!

For anyone living in Europe: the first heatwave of the season is forecast for tomorrow, and will likely stretch until Friday. Please stay safe.

Open your windows at night BUT close everything, including blinds and curtains, during the day

If you need it, buy a fan, a cold blanket or a cooler

Drink a lot

Also drink mostly water, without ice

If you can, avoid getting out in the sun between 11am and 6pm

If you need to go outside, wear sunscreen and a hat

Also loose clothes and natural, breathable fabrics

Think of your pets! 

Make sure they have access to water and shade, bring them inside the house if possible, don’t leave them in a car alone

Check on your grandma and other elderly relatives! 

Old people are at risk during hot weather, so remind them to drink and stay inside with their blinds closed

If you or people you know are experiencing the following symptoms

breathlessness

chest pain

confusion

intense thirst

weakness

dizziness

cramps that get worse or don’t go away

call an ambulance. 

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Just experimenting on some night light effect, i don’t think i nailed it right yet 

anyways, Javier,Kieran and Sadie on the campfire

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Sadie’s lost Jake and so according to a lot of people in fandom, she’s now literally incapable of feeling anything for anyone ever again in her life and apparently doesn’t deserve happiness or anything but lonely misery for the rest of her life. If Sadie was “Sam”, we wouldn’t treat him like that, because you need to only look at Arthur to prove it.  He’s massively messed up from Eliza’s murder to the point he’s canonically detached from love and desire and pretty much admits he feels he doesn’t deserve anything of the kind, but fandom’s still busy having him fucking and/or romancing people left and right without a hitch.   This isn’t about Sadithur, so don’t come at me with that.  This is a pro-Sadie “whoever you ship her with, any female char Goddamn well deserves better than a blatant sexual double standard when it comes to grief so please GTFO with that” post.  

#my blog just rose from the dead to reblog this #fucking yes yes yes #100x yes #thank you squid for this

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Since it's father's day, do you have any Dad Jake hcs? I can see Sadie being hesitant about kids but I feel like Jake would want to be a dad.

While Sadie was a lil more hesitant about having kids I think the both of them agreed that it was something that would have to wait until they were more financially stable

He’s fun and goofy, always down to play with the kids, even dropping chores at the drop of a hat cause he just cant resist those puppy eyes (its worth the telling off he gets from sadie)

He’s takin naps when the kids are takin naps. Tries to tempt sadie to join them so they’re all crammed onto the bed

Jake is, of course, a soft dad,,, he be cryin about all sorts of stuff watchin his kids growin up

He knows when to put his foot down and has used that classic “im not angry, just disappointed” line a fair amount

papa jakey knows bear hugs cure practically anything

#they deserved to have kids

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self care is eating mangos

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Arthur talking about Eliza: they were robbed and murdered for ten dollars

Arthur talking about Thomas: beat a man to death for a few bucks

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Would you write a prompt for Old Arthur and Sadie? I need it.

Short but we all needed this!  Some Soft!Domestic!Old!Sadithur, prompted by @gentle-outlaw​‘s Grandpa Arthur edits and post from yesterday.

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April 1936

(Location TBD)

They’d left the windows open after the afternoon shower, the smell of spring coming in with the evening breeze–petrichor, flowers, and green growing things, all fresh and light and wild.  Still something of a marvel to Sadie, even forty years after she’d first left the sands of New Austin for the Ambarino mountains, and how many places she’d been since then.  

It had been a good Sunday, the kids and grandkids all gone home for the night now.  The sound of the radio drifting in from the living room still, where they’d sat and listened to Buck Jones’ weekly adventure with the little ones, excited to hear Jack Marston’s latest tale.

“Still think you ought to be getting co-author credit from Jack,” she said jokingly, hearing Arthur’s footsteps come into the kitchen behind her as she watched the car go down the drive, waving in case any of the little ones looked back, smiling as Matt must have seen it, because he gave a quick double tap on the horn as acknowledgment.  “Given Buck’s pretty much some version of you, and Jack’s using some of your stories.”

“Don’t need to ask for trouble by getting credit for any of it.  Arthur Morgan’s been dead a real long time, right?  Besides, I was never a sheriff,” he said dryly, rolling up his sleeves and heading to the sink.  “Or courting a cattle baron’s daughter.”

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at that, reaching for the dishtowel to dry, waiting for him to hand her the first plate, scrubbed clean.  “Sure.  Cause that’s the important difference.  Mr. ‘Oliver Twist of the Old West, gone to the side of good’.”  She teased him with the tagline from the radioplay, looking over to see him smiling a little to himself.

“Maybe.  Did have a fair maiden save my life like him, though,” he said, gaze on hers as he handed her that plate, that smile broadening into something light and boyish, eyes alight.

Something caught in her chest at that, even after all these years, a tug at her heart.  She’d looked at him at Beaver Hollow, sick and fading and dying, knowing in her heart chances were he wouldn’t see thirty-seven.  Then at Las Hermanas, after getting through the first six months, watching him in his exhaustion slowly rebuilding his strength day by laborious day, she’d hoped he’d make it to thirty-eight.  Chuparosa–their wedding day, seeing him hold Bea for the first time, she’d begun to believe that maybe she could stop holding her breath and praying for the span of another year, and hope for more.  Always imagined the TB might well clip some years off his life still, but here he was, stubborn as anything.  

She took the plate from him, drying it carefully, putting it on the counter.  He didn’t turn back to the sink, standing there, watching her.  “I’ll take the ‘fair’, but don’t think I was much of a blushing maiden,” she said teasingly.  “Though Miss Adelaide ain’t either, I suppose.”

“Expect they’ll be real happy together, whenever Buck finally gets his head out of his ass,” Arthur replied.  “You and me figured it out.”  He handed her another plate, his fingers brushing against hers.      

Finishing the dishes a few minutes later, he turned to her, saying, “So, could a fella ask a fine gal to the movies next Saturday?”

May 1st coming up–their anniversary.  She couldn’t help but smile.  “What’s playing?”

“Some kind of nonsense with a singing cowboy.  Should be good fun.”

She stepped in, wrapping her arms around him, content to hold him tight and be held in turn in those still-strong arms of his, swaying lightly together to the bright, brassy big band music playing out in the living room. That summer and fall of 1899 was half a lifetime ago now.  Some things had changed in all those years.  Living a life that included electric lights, indoor plumbing, the radio that brought plays and all sorts of music right into their house, the movie theater in town that played cartoons and talkies, medicine and art and technology that had changed so much in ways she’d never even imagined as a girl.

They’d changed plenty too.  Made a life together, raised kids together, let the pain of the past scar over and recede, year by year, growing into different versions of themselves from those two people who’d met one frightful night so many years ago.  

Now she’d seen Arthur at forty, then fifty, sixty, seventy, as a father, as a grandfather.  Watched those first bits of silver in his hair slowly taking over all of the dark gold, year by year.  Spotted all the creases and lines and spots and wrinkles of age coming on over the years.  And truth be told, she cherished every bit of it, and he was as fine to her now as he’d ever been.  She kissed him, touching his cheek with her hand.  “That sounds real fine.”

#im emotional #sadithur

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highres cover art

#omgomg WHAT

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#feeling attacked

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NPC in Video Game: *Gossips about another NPC* Me:

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the gang during the bank robbery in saint denis

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oops.

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“he had the story of whiskey on his breath and death in his eyes.“

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abigail: you know, arthur gets sadie flowers like everyday. i wish you’d do that

john: ummm okay?

[the next day]

john: [gives sadie flowers]

sadie: what

john: yeah i don’t get it either

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*unbuttons my shirt to the mid-chest*

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you know something I love about this fandom is that we all fell in love with arthur and then roger came out of the woodwork after the game was released and we all just fell in love with him too

That’s because Roger is a soft, friend shaped sweetheart and we love a big wholesome boy around here

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When you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (Non-negotiable, positivity is cool!)

Thank you!

5 things I like about myself:

1. My eyes

2. My love for RDR :)

3. My obsession with dogs lol

4. My hair

5. My music taste? hah