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thedailybullshit · 2 years
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RDR2 Incorrect Quotes pt. 21
Susan: Are you a top or a bottom?
Dutch: I’m a threat.
Hosea, not looking up from the paper: He’s a bottom.
Young Dutch: And I want to find a blonde in a red scarf.
Young Dutch: . . .
Young Dutch: I mean, a specific one. I didn’t just wake up this morning with a craving.
Letters to Tacitus Kilgore:
Hosea: What state are you in?
Arthur: Constant anxiety.
John: Denial.
Dutch: Perfection.
Susan: Texas . . .
Dutch: Can you describe the man who tried to shoot you?
Josiah: Well he wasn’t very friendly, let me tell you -
Micah: They’re not allowed to do that. It’s against the rules.
Arthur: It’s also against the rules to let a snake join the Gang
Arthur: and yet here you stand.
Hosea: Get a life.
Dutch: Make one with me, you coward.
Hosea: Fine.
Dutch: Wait, really?
Getting Arrested While Getting To Know Each Other:
Dutch: Have you ever been handcuffed before?
Hosea: Sexually or by law enforcement?
Dutch:
Hosea: To be honest, I’ve been both.
John: How do I make a date more romantic?
Hosea: Try being mysterious.
John: Got it.
~Later On Said Date~
Abigail: So where are we going?
John: None of your fucking business.
Arthur: *gets shot in the leg*
Lenny: Are you okay?!
Arthur: I’m fine, just tired, haha.
Hosea: This is the land of your people.
Dutch: This is not THE LAND. This is Lemoyne.
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mango-harvest · 4 months
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99griffon · 2 years
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Pov you took shitpost requests and it got too real
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mamahex · 11 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hosea Matthews/Dutch van der Linde Characters: Hosea Matthews, Dutch van der Linde Additional Tags: Hope, Secret Crush, Secret love, vandermatthews, Young Hosea Matthews, Young Dutch van der Linde, Internalized Homophobia, Feelings Realization, Male Homosexuality, thoughts, Journal, Sad Hosea Matthews, Lust, In the Beginning Series: Part 2 of Hosea's Love Summary:
Just a little bit of Hosea's musings on admitting his secret love for Dutch. Set in the very early days, just a couple of weeks after having met. A journal entry by Hosea, letting his thoughts ramble about the hopelessness of secretly being in love.
It's mainly Hosea's thoughts, but there is a small bit of dialogue at the end. Kind of self indulgent really, not a proper story.
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fiosia · 2 years
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Young Dutch,,,,
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This photo is so silly to me because Dutch and Hosea really went "We should totally get a professional photo taken of us and our 16 year old adopted son who we found on the street" and Arthur agreed
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tiredcowboyy · 4 months
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I hate when people (usually men on reddit) are like “if you met arthur back then he would murder you for breathing in his existence!” Oh would he? When? Before or after he’s finished doodling bunnies and flowers?
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saiyan-druid-art · 3 months
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"Here To Help" | Hey Arthur! Comic Series
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Thinking of him (young, long-haired Dutch)
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countryfriedcatboy · 5 months
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the fact that jack marston as the final vestige of the van der linde gang and "the last gunslinger" is sososososo fucked up because its even in his outfit like. the stupid khaki jacket looks almost like the one arthur is wearing. he has his fathers hat, feather and all. he wears a red striped bandana just like dutch used too even though he hadn't seen him in at least 12 years like. agony ?? the fact that he is their successor ?
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thedailybullshit · 1 year
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RDR2 Incorrect Quotes pt. 34
Arthur: You’re acting like a child, John.
John: I AIN’T ACTING.
1886:
Dutch: I mean, small animals are way more vicious. It’s because their anger has less space to be contained.
Susan: That’s ridiculous. Give me one example of this.
Dutch: Wasps.
Bessie: Spiders.
Hosea: Terriers.
Arthur: John.
John:
After The Kiss:
Arthur: If you do that again, I will not hesitate to throw you out that windo- what are you doing?
Charles Chatenay: Checking how high the drop is to see if it’s worth it.
Sean: If tomatoes are fruits, isn’t ketchup just a tomato smoothie?
Lenny: It’s jam, I love you but I’m too tired for this shit, please go back to sleep.
Annabelle: All the haters being like, “Aren’t you wanted by the state?” It’s like, I’m wanted by a lot of people, okay? That’s the price of being pretty.
Annabelle: Anyways, I did commit a smidge of treason.
Abigail: *handing Arthur a coffee* Remember: more espresso, less depresso.
Arthur: *drinks it*
Arthur: I’m still depressed, but now I’m FAST.
Abigail: Are you ready to commit?
John: Like a crime or to a relationship?
Sean: I’m a hundred and forty-seven pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense!
Hosea: I’m Hosea Motherfucking Matthews, I fear nothing.
Dutch: I have a plan!
Hosea: I have one fear.
Bounty Hunter: I’ll put so many bullets in your head, God won’t even recognize you.
Arthur: I’m an atheist; fire at will.
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mango-harvest · 1 year
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Hosea Matthews, local gossip guy
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st-santana · 1 year
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mamahex · 10 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hosea Matthews/Dutch van der Linde Characters: Hosea Matthews, Dutch van der Linde, Bessie Matthews, Susan Grimshaw, Annabelle (Red Dead Redemption) Additional Tags: Power Bottom, Power Bottom Dutch, Anal Sex, Begging, Dom/sub, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Tears, Praise Kink, Homoeroticism, Self-Harm, Anger, Sad, Young Dutch van der Linde, Young Hosea Matthews, Emotional Manipulation Series: Part 11 of Hosea's Love Summary:
Hosea is set to leave The Life with Bessie, and knows he needs to speak to Dutch before they leave. Wracked with guilt and love and desperation, he goes to spend what he thinks is his last night with his lover.
Dutch is determined to get what he needs, and gives Hosea a night he won't forget.
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moss-on-a-pebble · 7 months
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Really stupid shitpost while I’m recovering from whatever the fuck kinda sickness I just picked up
This must’ve happened at LEAST once
Edit: I think I fixed the horrid quality lol
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simonsomeriley · 3 months
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dutch van der linde with a
younger reader
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1k words | female reader
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@bisca-connell445 for you lovely <3
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cw: (legal) age gap (r is in her mid-late 20s, dutch is in his early 40s), infidelity & unfaithfulness, dutch is a tad bit insecure, maybe ooc (?)
my apologies i accidentally ended it off in a cliff hanger 🥲 enjoy this blurb
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You've had your eye on him for a while. An older, territorial, & handsome grown man with confidence in his step. Who wouldn't want him?
Of course you haven't said anything about it, much too shy to do so.
You don't know what pulls your attention to him. Is it the experience, how a man like him has experience under his belt, not afraid to take the lead in unnerving circumstances.
He's the epitome of tall, dark and handsome, you think. At least for you. You'd never say it to his face, mostly unsure of what he thinks of you.
Little do you know, Dutch sits in his bed at night, replaying your conversations in his head, overanalysing every word he says, did he come off to strong? Too distant? Too cold?
Sometimes you think he's cold with you. You're unsure if it's on purpose, but it throws you off. Usually his bubbling and sarcastic personality had never been hindered by you.
In his head, you're too good for him. He already fancies someone, after all. In an attempt not to come off too friendly, he'll accidentally come off as distant. He doesn't mean to, but he knows Molly would have the shock of her life if she found out how he looks at you.
The way the cigar hangs off his lips, the pride in his walk.
You're a proper lady, in his words. Even though you don't think that's true, you'll take his word for it.
You're a young thing, a healthy and attractive woman. Though something about you stands out to him. You're different.
He makes it less and less obvious how he looks at you, and you're sure Molly notices. You try to avoid eye contact with him, for your own good.
You think about him when you're laying under your sheets, head on the pillow, thinking about him. His voice, his confident expression, you want him. And you want him bad. This isn't good, right?
Surely if you slip up at any time Molly would notice. You're not even sure Dutch appreciates you wanting him in that aspect.
You don't see the love in their relationship. Like there's no spark. Molly defends him with her life, but to you it seems like she wants something he can't give her.
Like she's in denial.
Dutch is nonchalant, per usual he's seemingly upon his high horse, he takes pride in himself. Doesn't get dramatic.
You appreciate that in him. You see the good in him even if no one else does. You understand. At least Dutch thinks so, he'd never ever let you know. He's not risking losing the relationship you already have trying to get closer.
I could treat him better, you think. I could give him everything he wants and more, if only he'd take me. I'd say yes to him any day. Your thoughts are shaken off though,
You shake them off. You think about what he'd called you, a proper lady, you wonder what makes him think so of you. You enjoy dressing up, making your hair all pretty, laced up in corsets and bodices, wearing flowy dresses and hair pieces. You'd catch anyone's eye from a mile away, he thinks every time he sees you.
Dutch is sitting outside with Molly, eating whatever dinner there was available, pretty quietly it seems. Not a word is exchanged between them. You wonder where the tension started, why Dutch is so avoidant of her.
You come closer after spectating from a distance, you sit down at a picnic blanket a bit further away from them. Everyone seems to be out and about, minding their own business, you sit under a tree, enjoying the shadow it's supplying you.
Dutch meets your eye again, seemingly unaware of Molly's burning gaze at him. You try not to pay attention.
I wish I could read his mind, you thought. His signals are mixed all of the time.
Molly is clearly upset with him, for whatever reason, it isn't anything new to anyone.
He does his best to look proper. He freshens up his hair and his beard, he dresses in his finest suits around you and takes care of himself. His feelings were eating at him, practically eyeing you down like a hawk whenever he got the chance.
You're still standing outside now, it's night time, the stars are up and bright in the sky. He walks over to you, and your heart rate skyrockets. "How are you holdin' up, young lady?" you feel like you could die.
Usually he talks to you with confidence in his speech, fast-paced and never slurred. Right now, he looks like a flustered and smiling mess in front of you. "Dutch, have you been drinking? You seem awfully joyous this night,"
Not usually him. Just talking to him makes the butterflies in your stomach erupt. The cigar hanging off of his lips, he looks you up and down. "Well, there ain't much else to do at night, eh? You've been awfully quiet as well. Anything you thinkin' about?" he talks slurred, like he's zoned out or out of focus.
You assume he'd had a bit much. You stand and talk with him throughout the night, happy for his company and being able to see his face for however long. Eventually, the conversation gets deeper. More passionate. More... intimate. He's standing closer as well, he smells of whiskey, cigarettes and floral perfume. That must be Molly's, you presume.
He's looking you in the eye as he speaks about the things he's passionate about, like he can see right through you. You put your hand on his shoulder, a way of grounding you. Or him as well, as it takes him by shock, his eyes widen and he looks at you like you're crazy.
Is this too much? It can't be, if he had had enough of you, he wouldn't have been sticking around for so long. No doubt. He reciprocates after a while though, sneaking his arm around your waist. You smile at that, he isn't so distant after all.
Now it was only to figure out how to make him yours forever.
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