I’m just a trans-masc guy that had a Tumblr in highschool and recently came back! (It’s my Time Capsule and I refuse to remove anything previously written, digital footprint be damned)
Hyperfixations run my life for the most part these days and I do as I’m told lol Currently on a RDR2 bender so there’s fanfic of that and other yappings throughout.
Other than that…I’m a dumb lil dude, I’m twenty-five, I’m a Leftist (not just in an American way, like a real way), I’m running around America’s PNW doing increasingly dumb things, I read into everything and write essays about it, I have a secret smut blog that I haven’t written for in months, I think I’m funny, and god most likely doesn’t exist but if he does I am currently going through trials only known by Job. MDNI, p3dos should d!e, misogynistic racist ableist and most other bigotry-ists are definitely not welcome.
Once used to being taken care of by an owner, horses struggle to survive in the wild. Their hooves grow fast, their hair gets dirty, their joints are frail against rough terrain. If injured, they will suffer without the controlled care of a human. A weakened horse in the wild lives in constant pain, unable to trim its overgrown hooves that make it impossible to run, unable to heal the break that sends them limping on three legs incapable of supporting the horse’s full weight. Once stabled, a horse cannot live free and wild without risking its life. So instead it stays home. It follows its owner. And it remains stabled there for loyalty and love, yes. But also to survive.
Silly little detail, but when I played RDR1 I remember being like, “man, John can’t hold his liquor. He gets drunk quick.” And it was something that stood out to me playing RDR2 because Arthur can have ~10 shots before he gets real drunk. On playthrough, I took John to drink in blackwater and…yep! ~5 shots and he’s drunk. By ~10, he’s blacking out lol
