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moving lenny and hosea here @outlawr

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moving lenny and hosea here @outlawr
hosea is dying around the time the game takes place. he has coughing fits at camp. a lot of what he does and says and how he interacts w ppl ( encouraging john to be a family man and leave w abigail and jack, taking arthur out hunting/some bonding time and telling him to start thinking for himself, teaching jack to read, telling lenny to leave crime ) are because of this. arthur later in the game really does seem to take on the ideals of hosea and become a similar figure. i’ve seen theories that he has tb too but that’s bullshit imo it was probably early symptoms of lung cancer. he was a heavy smoker
BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN (2005) SENTENCE MEME. feel free to change details and pronouns as you see fit. some nsfw and triggering material.
beats working for my old man.
can’t please my old man, no way.
your folks run you off?
well, we got to do something about this food situation.
i wouldn’t mind sleeping out there.
that ain’t the point.
i warn you, i can’t cook worth a damn.
you can’t be no worse than me, then.
that’s more word than you’ve spoke in the last two weeks.
hell, that’s the most that i’ve spoke in a year.
you may be a sinner, but i ain’t yet had the opportunity.
you’ll freeze your ass off.
just quit your hammering and get in here.
fuck me!
see you for supper.
it’s a one shot thing we got going on here.
it’s nobody’s business but ours.
i don’t need your money.
i can’t believe i left my damn shirt up there.
you’re wasting your time here.
it’s not so lonely now, is it?
i’d like to buy ___ here a beer.
so where do you figure the most pussy’s at, las vegas or california?
hey, you might wanna keep it down.
___, just leave them alone. let’s just move.
you wanna lose about half your fucking teeth, huh?
wait, hold on. you don’t think i’m too fast, do you?
maybe we should put the brakes on?
fast or slow, i just like the direction you’re going.
you are in a hurry.
i’m supposed to be at home with the car by midnight.
i got a million things to do here before i can leave.
i’d rather be at my job, if i lose my job.
what about my job?
we’ll more likely just go out and get drunk.
___ fuckin’ ____!
we might not get back tonight, when we get to drinking and talking and all.
would you get me a pack of smokes?
didn’t think i’d hear from you again.
i figured you were sore from that punch.
i got out while i could still walk.
i swear to god, i didn’t know we was going to get into this again.
i couldn’t get here fast enough.
what are we gonna do now?
well, i doubt there’s nothing we can do.
i’m stuck with what i got here. and making a living is about all i got time for now.
i’m starving. wanna get something to eat?
i’m enjoying my peace and quiet.
you know it could be like this. just like this. always.
it’d be a sweet life.
we’re around each other and this thing grabs hold of us again in the wrong place, in the wrong time, and we’re dead.
we can get together, once in a while.
if you can’t fix it, ___, you got to stand it.
i’m sure as hell sorry. you know i am.
i’ll see you next month then.
we don’t eat with our eyes.
now you sit down, you old son of a bitch.
now you sit down before i knock your ignorant ass into next week.
that don’t mean nothing, ___.
don’t try and fool me no more, ___. i know what that means.
shut up, listen to me, you don’t know nothing about it!
get out. get out! you hear me, ___? get out!
hey asshole! watch where you’re going!
that’s some high class entertainment, if you ask me.
you and ___, it’s normal and all?
you remember getting the feeling when you’re in town, and someone looks at you suspicious, like he knows?
maybe you ought to get out of there, you know?
go to hell, ___.
you want to live your miserable fucking life? then go right ahead.
i was just thinking out loud.
yeah, you’re a real thinker there.
he got it all figured out, ain’t he.
wanna dance?
my feet hurt.
i’m trying to get a foot rub, dummy.
thank you for asking to dance with me. i really appreciate that.
he wouldn’t listen to me even if he knew he was going deaf tomorrow.
you don’t think i’m the one for him?
you’re good enough.
you don’t say much, but you get your point across.
sorry. i didn’t mean to be rude.
you’re standing on your feet, cowboy.
i was thinking, maybe i could come stay with you.
you probably deserve it.
the truth is, sometimes i miss you so much i can hardly stand it.
there’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you, bud.
you know, you had a fucking week to say some little word about this.
why is we’re always in the friggin’ cold?
you know me. about all the travelling i’ve ever done is around a coffee pot looking for the handle.
there ain’t never enough time. never enough.
this is a goddamn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation.
you forget what it’s like being broke all the time.
you got a better idea?
i did once.
is that a fucking problem?
we could have had a good life together. a fucking real good life.
but you didn’t want it, ___.
everything’s built on that. that’s all we got.
so i hope you know that, if you don’t never know the rest.
you tell me you’ll kill me for needing something that i don’t hardly never get!
you have no idea how bad it gets!
i can’t make it on a couple of high-altitude fucks, once or twice a year.
you are too much for me, ___.
i wish i knew how to quit you.
why don’t you? why don’t you just let me be, huh?
it’s because of you, ___, that i’m like this.
i’m nothing. and i’m nowhere.
get the fuck off of me.
it’s all right.
you’re sleeping on your feet like a horse.
i don’t get you, ___.
i was probably no fun anyways, was i?
he drank a lot.
we was good friends.
want a cup of coffee, don’t you? piece of cherry cake?
i’ll have a cup of coffee.
i feel awful bad about ___.
i can’t begin to tell you how bad i feel.
like the car?
___, you need more furniture.
if you got nothing, you don’t need nothing.
we’re getting married.
so what if i just @outslaw

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a common speculation i see that i don’t necessarily agree with is that dutch’s behavior wouldn’t have gone completely off the rails if hosea hadn’t died. personally, i think it would have been just as bad, maybe even a little worse – the only improvement i can see is how the others might rally and pick their sides more carefully.
dutch? hosea knew that dutch has been gone since the start. literally, in colter, hosea can have a conversation with arthur where he expresses that he’s trying to keep dutch from getting everyone killed. even that far back, he was sizing up their lot. his arguments with dutch continue into horseshoe outlook and all the way to shady belle, and the thing is?
he rarely (if ever) actually manages to stop dutch from pulling his schemes. hosea is touted as this heavy counterweight to dutch’s stupidity right up til the end, but as often as he does throw his lot in against dutch, it never actually stops the man from doing whatever the hell he feels like. i don’t doubt that he used to be a stronger influence, but i feel like that changed once micah “echo chamber” bell came along, and we…. never actually got to see a time when he had a better handle on dutch’s impulses.
in fact, it’s pretty easy to see that hosea rapidly switches gears from “heel, dutch” to “ok well screw dutch”. as early as horseshoe outlook he’s consistently putting most of his energy into planting thoughts in the others’ heads: lenny, abigail, john, arthur, he is constantly dropping unsubtle hints left and right that blind loyalty to the gang is no longer a viable philosophy. and that is ballsy, essentially telling people to gtfo of dodge right under dutch’s nose, considering how paranoid the man already is by the time they’re in shady belle. hosea does all of this while still getting into the occasional row with dutch because this man does not give a single shit, and just because he’s accepted dutch as a lost cause doesn’t mean he isn’t going to give him an earful about it whenever the opportunity presents itself.
this is why i think a universe where hosea had survived the bank would have an even messier climax, albeit in perhaps a good way: because he died before the splits in the gang got truly ugly, hosea was never forced to choose sides. and there were going to be sides whether he lived or not; hosea recognized this, or he wouldn’t have spent the entire game trying to prepare the others for it. i have zero doubt in my mind that hosea would have been the first to denounce dutch, and frankly? i’m pretty sure that would have hit dutch a lot damn harder than hosea’s death did. hosea died to dutch as a loyal friend, but if he had lived and chosen a side, he would have been dead to dutch as the ultimate traitor. and we all know how well dutch takes traitors – imagine what it would to do him to see hosea, of all people, truly standing against him.
tbh the whole reason this gets me so tilted is because essentially?? hosea was fucking FRIDGED for dutch’s manpain when i’m 100% sure that things were going to go sideways whether he lived or not. hosea deserved so much better honestly and like…. r* was super not subtle about killing off pretty much everyone who would have sided with arthur, but why
i would have loved to see it. i feel like dutch’s and especially hosea’s character arcs were cheated out of this potential: of their differences finally coming to a head, of hosea making the choice to save his family and dutch not having the excuse of grief pushing him over that edge.
hosea spent so long trying to prepare his family for the fallout he saw coming. all he wanted was to see people safe before he passed, but he recognized that he may not even have the chance for that, and that the best he could do was teach his boys that it was okay for them to take a stand for themselves. he deserved to see that he succeeded.
hosea: you ain’t a fool until you start pretending to be one. ain’t that so, arthur?
arthur: seems to me he ( john ) does a good job of playing the fool.
john: thank you. both of you.
he was going to die here. there was no question about it. not anymore. milton’s gun pushed hard into his back —- hosea standing between enemies and allies. from inside the bank, he could hear dutch prattle on about something, trying to fix an unfixable situation. hosea wasn’t listening anymore. he felt the high sun on his face, the rough ground below his feet. he caught a face peeking from the bank’s windows — arthur’s maybe. milton was talking now, a little droning sound by his ear. then he felt himself rush forward, shoved ahead to the center of the street. like a cow to slaughter. he should be frightened. he should be angry. he should be .. something. only hosea turned away, and there was a gunshot, loud and lasting forever. he was hit with a great punch to his chest, knocking him down to the cobblestone. someone screamed. the sounds meant nothing now, but the pain came quick and fast, fading as one. and as those final moments ticked by, hosea was sure, from the corner of his vision, he saw bessie in the forming crowd — a flash of blonde hair and a pretty smile. he missed that smile.
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martyrdawn
YEARS HAVE GONE AND PASSED, so much more time than the yesterday it still felt. A weight upon his shoulders of profound proportions, nestled into the crevices of aching bones. He’d been made with it, Arthur was near certain, a burden for the sins he’d been destined to commit throughout his life. Some people were just born bad, he wasn’t blind to the fact he was one of them. But the encumberment had only grown in the ticking clock of life, heavier and more tiresome in collection of debt that he owed. Some losses were worse than others, some blessings in disguise. He’d hardly known his mother enough to cry for long after all; his fathers death had been good riddance. And the heft of those who’d left him because he couldn’t be half the man he’d promised.
There is a boulder between shoulder blades far leaden amongst the rest, pressed so heavy he can feel it through his chest. If there were to be one thing Arthur felt need be punished for, it would be this transgression that surely sent him south. / The hand pressed comfortingly to his shoulder breaks him from his rock slick thoughts, just at the edge of tumbling down. His face is hot, a tension in his skull spinning tighter around the cogs. Hosea’s request is more difficult to fulfill than he’d like to admit, storm cast eyes meeting his rimmed rose pink. There’s no tears but the threat lingers in the air.
He’d rather bite his own tongue -
A scoff of indigence marks the start of his response, unable to keep ill humor at ease. Of course Arthur appreciated the sentiment passed on by the man he looked to as a better father than he’d ever had but he knew him too well by now. Hosea was kind to those he cared about, attempted to lift the burdens of life. Even if he meant what he said, the younger man was hard pressed to believe it.
❛ I don’t know about that, Hosea. ❜ He averts his gaze once more, towards the dirt beneath their boots, the dirt he’d had to bury far too many people under already. Arthur takes a heavy breath before speaking further. ❛ I should’a - I should’a been there for ‘em, to protect ‘em… and I wasn’t. I can’t pretend that it wasn’t my responsibility to be there for ‘em… that their blood ain’t on my hands. ❜
for as long as hosea had known him , arthur had always been a little full of heartache , like a second skin beneath . and for the MANY YEARS since hosea and dutch had taken in that troubled orphan living off only scraps , the older man had given his best effort to act as stern but benevolent mentor ---- as he would later for john marston , and the dozen other lost souls they scooped up along the way .
( nobody chooses this life , kid , but the hangman ain’t gonna hear it , so you act smart , stay sharp . we may be bad people , but we’re not beasts ) we’re like family
“ i understand . ” he nods , a slow turn of the head , lips pressing to a firm line . “ try not to let it consume you . ” if the topic were lighter , he may have called arthur stubborn , but there was no need for that here . conversations like these were akin to digging out an enemy’s bullet ---- painful , but occasionally necessary . lately , the world always seemed to bring about these moments , the haunting structure of SHADY BELLE only furthering that misery . “ i’ve seen what happens to men who do and ... i’d like to never see it again . ”
if there was one thing he can take solace in bessie’s departure from this life , it’s that she did not go in senseless violence , nor did she die at the hands of some sinister other . and maybe that fact kept him from drinking to death all those years ago , spending countless hours with a bottle of booze by his side , like a less jolly version of uncle . “ they didn’t deserve it , and neither did you . it’s a damn cruel world we live in , that much i know . ” DYING NOT FROM GUNSHOT ( or worse in his eyes , the noose ) was a luxury few of them will receive . eliza and issac ... they weren’t a part of that life . they were innocent . “ but you’ve got us , arthur . you’re not alone . that’s an awful thing ---- to be alone . ”
remember hosea planning to rob a man and then walking into his house in the middle of said man’s funeral so he pretends to be his long lost friend and mourns w this random grieving family he’s never met before in his life
westran
❝ i’m - sorry to have caused y’all all this trouble , mr . matthews . ❞ 𝙰𝙻𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚈 𝚂𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙻 , 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙼𝚂 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝙰𝙳𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝙰 𝙲𝚄𝙿 𝙾𝙵 𝙲𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙴 . jenny’s sure she must look a sight . not nearly as bloody and half - dead as she’s sure she looked when they’d carried her in just days ago , but the left side of her face is still swollen to an uncomfortable degree . the split in her lip stings . even breathin’ still hurt ( she’d heard someone say something about a bruised or broken rib ) . but at least she was alive , and that was all thanks to them . her smile is weak , not least of which because it’s difficult to move her lips . ❝ i don’t think mr . williamson’s quite forgiven me yet . i don’t . . . i don’t usually claw at people like that , i swear . ❞
“ that’s quite alright , miss jenny . you’re the least of our troubles . ” although she was another mouth to feed in their growing numbers , hosea did not mind it . in fact , she was a welcomed addition , given her current plight . he wasn’t the type to not aid , much less , ABANDON someone in need . especially so young . and thus far , the rest of the gang had taken a liking to her ---- at least , those who’s judgement mattered . “ and don’t you worry about bill . ” he waves off the concern , “ he’s an idiot . a drunk idiot . he’ll be fine . ”
on a lighter note during sean’s party there was an interaction where arthur was like “so are you happy to have your irish friend back?” to molly lol
for me, molly’s the saddest character in the game. no one seems to care much about her, she doesn’t get a proper burial, and the last months of her life were awful

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all the guys down at the fishing club were making fun of me because i reeled in my line and there was a big tattered boot on the hook
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‘ what if, after you die, part of you goes to heaven, part of you stays here, just to see how things turn out? ’ ( from jenny ) / @westran
“ doubt i’ll ever know .. ” spoken between dying cigarette , with a sentence left unsaid : heaven just ain’t the place for outlaws . “ i may look like a halfway decent man now but back in the day , i was your average degenerate . didn’t care for no one . but maybe god’s more forgiving than they let on . ”