I Had A Dream We Fly On Golden Wings

the way john whines out dutch’s name in american venom has me in a fucking chokehold like i actually start tweaking the fuck out every time i hear that little break in his voice, throat heavy and itching “dutch… dutch, come on, now!” aauauhhauuhhh im throwing myself off a bridge

john marston has never seen snow without blood

The giant of Illinois

Natalie Díaz, from “Wolf OR-7”, Postcolonial Love Poem

i like to think that it was snowing on the day that dutch saved john from the noose. we gotta stop meeting like this. surrounded by snow and unforgiving cold. the red in their cheeks heightened. red rope burn circling john’s throat. pale death all around them.

please just let me go

everything eats and is eaten, time is fed

you have got to keep faith

first post kinda nervous