#vandershea

the slides from a stupid vandershea thing I did off an instagram audio 🍓🇮🇪

When Dutch seduced Molly, sneaking into her boudoir window at night, he got creeped out by all the dolls on display above her bed.

The room had been unchanged since her girlhood, as the age treated women like children. Giggling, she helped him turn the dolls around, because he hated their staring eyes in particular. 

She understood why he hated them after a couple more nights, sick of turning them back around, symbols of him leaving. Within his gaze, she was a free woman, and within theirs, a foolish girl. But she also hated their hollow gazes because they reminded her of Dutch's when he thought she wasn't looking.

The night he whisked her away, she had plucked the doll eyes out and put them in a small pile on the bed.

"…I suppose I like them a little mad," Dutch whispered to her, grinning and extending his palm from outside the window.

Molly: I can fix him.

Tilly: I can chase him with a knife to humble him.

Dutch: We should really appreciate the smaller things in life.

Arthur: *patting Hosea on the head* I appreciate you.

Hosea:

Hosea: You best be sleeping with one eye open tonight, Morgan.

Dutch: *banging on the door* John! Open up!

John: Well, it all started when I was a kid . . .

Arthur: No, he meant open the do-

Hosea: Shh, let him finish.

~Later~

Dutch: Please come out!

John: *still behind the door* I’m bisexual!

Hosea: Still not what he meant, but we fully support you.

Mary-Beth: You have a drinkin’ problem?

Karen: No, I’ve pretty much got it figured out!

Tilly: . . . What’s your favorite beer?

Karen: An open one!

Hosea: You hit John!

Arthur: Then I hugged him. It’s okay now.

Hosea: You can’t just hug your way out of trouble.

Arthur: *hugs Hosea*

Javier: Esto es tu culpa!

John, sighing: Yeah, I know.

Arthur: You speak Spanish?

John: No, I just know the phrase “This is all your fault!”

Javier: Voy a matarte, Marston.

John, turned on: I have no idea what you just said, but I agree.

Arthur: Name one mean thing I’ve ever done.

John: When I was a kid, you convinced me eggs weren’t real.

Arthur: They’re not.

John: Ha ha, very funny.

Arthur: I’m serious. Didn’t you hear?

John: No? What happened?

Arthur: Honestly, why would you fall for this again?

John:

Agent Milton: I will ruin your happiness, no matter the cost!

Arthur: My happiness?

Arthur: *turns to the Gang* I’m happy?

A Gunfight:

Agent Milton: Win this one for justice!

Pinkertons: FOR JUSTICE!

Dutch: Win this one because I told you to.