#pinethinks

Whenever I'm at a low and I have to force myself to clean up or do chores sometimes I pretend I am a Modern Arthur Morgan in a one-bed one-bath apartment living off tv dinners and beer and prozac and just trying to hold my life together

Charthur's the type of couple to have their first kiss already believing they've kissed a hundred times before and they only realize afterwards that it was their first. Physical intimacy was the very last milestone cause theyve already been makin out with their eyes and words.

I love the Charthur where Arthur's still grappling with his weird thing with gender roles and despite both of them being providers and generally fitting into a traditionally masculine/husbandly archetype Charles just puts up with it anyways as if he were cheering on his husband's little hobby. Arthur "I Love My Wife" Morgan and the Wife in question is a burly stubbled man in his 30s like Very Nice Honey

Arthur's devastating first impression to St. Denis because What do you mean he JUST got here and he's already slipped and fell onto his ass in front of an entire market of people. I actually tear up every time. I can't handle it. And the scene where he walks into the Bastille Saloon and every skngle person in the fucking building stares at him in silence for three seconds like ohmyg od😭😭😭h mygodt.