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notice how she tries to hold his hand like she did when he got stabbed. notice how she holds onto it even if he isn't caressing her hand to tell her he's okay. notice how-
just watched the first two episodes of tlou
watched the last of us awhile ago and absolutory loved it. it took me a wile to draw some fan art but here it is. Ellie <3
i wanted to draw joel but aparentaly i can't. like he never looks quite right. i've gotten close but it's still not quite right. it's kinda funny though because aparently Padro pascal was deemed one of the easiest people to draw according to my friend and i just can't draw him.
i want to play the game now that its on steam but i don't know if my computer will run it
something about joel being terrified now that ellie is someone he loves and bill saying he wasn't scared before frank came. something about love being both a driving force and a paralytic. something about having characters like bill and frank and henry and sam come around to show different kinds of love but still paralleling their stories to joel and ellie.
I love the way this show goes about explaining how the infected are all connected to each other, how the fungus can rally dozens of them at once and lead them to prey, how it's not just affecting the world above but also below - there's strands and threads that run for miles and... you just get this feeling that the Earth is being choked to death. And it makes for such tremendous and terrifying horror because how do you fight nature when it turns rotten and diseased? The scientists were right. The doctors were right - you can't.
I’m so fucking done with TLOU S2. Fuck Craig Mazin. Fuck Neil Druckmann.
Spoilers and a shit load of swears ahead.
What the fuck do you mean that Joel tried to fucking get up? The fuck do you mean that Abby STABBED HIM IN THE NECK WITH THAT FUCKING GOLF CLUB?
Ellie should have killed that motherfucker. I sobbed last night. SOBBED. MY EYES ARE SORE. YOU KNOW HOW MUCH CRYING THAT TAKES???
I don’t know if I can finish this season. I really don’t know. And I might take a detox off of tumblr for a couple days. I’m not sure. I’m genuinely mourning, and that might sound fucking dramatic, but Joel Miller was the first character I actually truly loved. Not because he’s handsome, in a “omg so cute haha silly” way. In a way that I loved his story, and his dynamic with Ellie. I loved actually playing as him. Seeing him die like that was so fucking messed up.
I AM NOT OKAY OH MY GOD???? she’s gonna be perfect in so happy for her!!!! AHHHHH ABBY CONFIRMED!!!!!
words cannot explain the many feelings that are happening in my heart and my brain rn, I was shocked, in awe, amazed and went through all 5 stages of grief during this 5th episode .
HBO U MF DID IT AGAIN.
this is cool and all, but i want to add my perspective on knowing why you SHOULDN'T stck stones like that, ending up in me yelling at the screen "NO PEDRO, DON'T STACK THE ROCKS YOU'LL RUIN THE ECOSYSTEM, THE MICROORGANISMS, PEDRO, THINK ABOUT THE MICROORGANISMSSS"
We thought it was important to show that Joel missed her. That he’s mourning her. In his very simple way, just making a small cairn of rocks to say quietly ”I’m sorry, I blew it. I lost you”. It was important for us to show that he cared. (Craig Mazin)
HBO’s The Last of Us Podcast, Episode 3
☆ Dont talk to me. Season 2 episode 2 just happened ☆
☆ Just watched season 2 episode 1 of TLOU, guys Im not ready for the rest of the season why am I already sad? GRANDMA NOOOOO ☆
They look so similar what the fuck
What a fumble not hiring Cailee Spaeny in this role
I have not played the Last of Us game, but I felt strongly that the series finale (episode 9) lacked OOMPF. It was very well written and preformed I thought, and I enjoyed the plot points that happened a lot as this was a competently put together story. I'm also not usually a fan of lengthening things without a good reason, and thought the pacing was good, but it did feel a little like it was skimming through the events.
Really, my biggest issue I think is the long sequence where Joel goes on a rampage against the fireflies. Or rather, I guess that it wasn't long enough? I felt like this sequence could've been improved a lot by taking a page out of a similar story, "Lisa: The Painful". Somewhat similar events happen in that game and what really puts a cherry on the ice cream of the whole game and gives it a great climax to it's story is this feeling of justified violence and power fantasy the main character feels in the final fight. This feeling is of course incorrect, and what's happening is just a broken man finding a way to take out his anger on the world, similar somewhat to the TLOU season 1 ending!
What I think they really could've done here is lean into Joel's power fantasy a lot more, and really make it a bombastic epic sequence with tension as he blasts through the various hordes of really just regular people, grand music playing throughout to really put the viewer in his headspace. Make us feel conflicted like we're in his perspective by making this a grand epic sequence where he himself feels like a hero, to really contrast somewhat to the events, and how morally gray this decision is. Make the viewers feel really invested in this sequence, and make the sequence feel somewhat off and wrong. I think this would've greatly strengthened the episode and contributed to a good series finale.
Sub!abby? maybe something like making her squirt?🫢
As requested 🤭 Sub Abby (Making her squirt)
Abby’s breath hitches as her eyes lock onto her girlfriend across the room. The noise around her fades into a dull hum. Every movement her girlfriend makes pulls Abby in—soft, fluid, effortless. Her lips curve into a smile, and it’s all Abby can do not to groan aloud.
“God, I want to taste that smile. I want to feel her lips under mine.” Abby pleas in her head.
The tension in her body coils tighter with every second. The soldier in her is still—trained to wait, to assess, to hold back. But all she can do now is stand there, barely able to contain herself. Her fingers, restless and twitching at her sides, ache to reach out, to touch her, to pull her close and make this maddening yearning stop. Just one step. Just one movement toward her...
But Abby’s mind doesn’t want to listen. They couldn’t do this here, all their friends were around and if she only knew how fucking desperate Abby was- No. She decided again. Not here. Not now.
She watches the way her girlfriend shifts, the subtle way her body moves with the grace of someone who doesn’t even know how badly she’s driving Abby wild. The way her hips sway when she talks to someone else. The way her throat moves when she laughs. Abby’s pulse quickens, a heat pooling low in her stomach, and the longer she stands there, the tighter the coil of desire becomes, winding through her chest.
“Fuck, I need her.” Argues her more impulsive thoughts.
Her thoughts start to blur together, raw, desperate flashes of the way her fingers would feel sliding over her girlfriend’s skin, the way she’d kiss her neck, her jawline, the curve of her back, slowly, desperately—every inch, memorising it, marking it as her own.
“She feels so good against me. Her body pressed to mine… I can already taste her. I can already hear her breath catch when I touch her. Jesus. What is wrong with me?” Abby wondered.
Abby’s body is screaming for release, and every second spent not crossing that room feels like torture. Her hands ball into fists, nails digging into her palm, grounding herself, but it’s not enough to keep the ache from spreading. Her breath comes in shallow, uneven gasps, the need for her girlfriend starting to overwhelm the edges of her control.
The thought of pulling her into a corner, of locking lips, of feeling the soft heat of her body beneath Abby’s own is consuming. Her legs feel weak, the tension in her core unbearable, but she stays still, even as her body betrays her.
“Do you need something?” Questions the other female soldier, Abby’s burning gaze on her body finally becoming too intense to go unnoticed.
“Yes I…” She lowers her head to reach her girlfriends height, whispering into her ear. “I need you. Please can we…” Surprise overtakes the smaller woman for a moment, but she flashes a confident smile and grabs her hand, leading her into an empty tent on the grounds. She let’s go of her, looking Abby up and down, clearly amused.
“You’re looking at me like how our dogs look before they’re fed in the morning. Want to talk about that?” Abby shakes her head.
“Fuck, the last thing I want to do is talk.” She exclaims, grabbing her softly by the back of the neck and bringing her into a deep, passionate kiss, tongue exploring every inch of the inner walls of her cheek. To Abby’s surprise and devastation, the woman steps back, her eyes sparkly and mischievous.
“What are you-“
“Get on your knees.” She commands in a way that causes blood to flow through Abby’s body to a point she’s sure the other woman can hear it.
“This is not how it goes.” Abby tries to say, despite the woman's tone already driving her crazy in all the right ways. “I tell you what to do, you don’t-“
“You must want me real bad.” She interrupts, taking a step closer.
“I do…but-“
“Show me how much.” Abby ponders the words a moment. The weight of all the armour she’s carried around—the pride, the walls, the constant need to be strong, to protect—is suddenly exhausting. Abby starts to feel a strange surrender stirring in her chest, something she’s never let herself explore. And just like that she’s kneeling.
“Good girl.” She coo’s. Abby blushes, kissing the inside of her thighs. “Can I take them off?” She asks softly. The woman shakes her head.
“We’re doing it my way today. You’re gonna ride my face and you’re not going to touch me until I have you whimpering and begging for it, does that sound fun love?” She questions, her voice laced in pretty power. Abby sighs. What the hell was she doing?
“Yes.” She agrees. “Yes that sounds good.”
The woman lies down flat beside her. “Sit.”
Abby stands up, removing her pants quickly, the sound of her belt unbuckling proving to be her girlfriends favourite noise. She takes off her underwear too, adding them to the pile. She positions herself carefully upon her girlfriends face, hovering just slightly above. The girl rolls her eyes.
“Really Abby? You were just looking at me like I was the first fruit on a barren wasteland but you won’t sit like a fucking good girl?” She demands, genuinely slightly annoyed. Abby blushes.
“I just don’t want to crush you, I’m quite a lot of woman-“
“Sit on my fucking face or I swear I’ll walk o-mmm…” She hums into Abby’s cunt that had now found itself in her mouth. Abby rocked her hips slowly at first, but at her girlfriends sucking and licking, had begun increasing its pace, becoming messier, more desperate.
Her moans were ethereal noises, as if she were singing the very chorus of their world. They got louder and less cohesive, the shouts of her girlfriends name transforming into whimpers and almost shrieks.
She could feel herself nearing orgasm, her stomach dancing in waves that drove her head mad, but something else stirred within her as well. Something foreign that made Abby a little nervous. Something that crashed through her and squirted onto her girlfriends face. Abby panicked, quickly rolling off of her and apologising.
“Oh my g…I don’t even know what just…I am SO sorry…” Her girlfriend just laughs, wiping her face a little.
“You squirted Abby. Holy fucking shit, as much as I love when you tie me up and pound the shit out of me if I had known your body could do this I would beg to fuck you more often.” Abby, still embarrassed, finally managed to speak.
“You do beg me, often.”
“And only now you agree. Perhaps we have to do this every day now to make up for it.”
“Will you just shut up and let me touch you now?” She asks, desperately wanting to change the subject. The woman just watches her expectingly and Abby sighs.
“…Please?”
“Good girl.”
AN: [guys I'm SOOOOO excited about the showwwwwwww]
PROMISE I'M POSTING AGAIN SOON 🙏
I've just been rlly busy w exams and ofc mental health cause why limit urself to just physical issues am I right?
Anyways where are my TLOU and/or Abby Anderson stans? Do ya'll want more Abby? Joel? Something different? I'm all ears.
Did a drawing at school, featuring the clickers and zombies in the game/series. The Last Of Us. Very proud of myself!
I’ve been reading all the good fics saved on my ao3 from my 1st wave of obsession for the game from years ago 😂
Just finding ways to stay alive between episodes of The Last of Us Season 2 (HBO). Suggestions welcome.
Oh no, I haven’t watched the ep yet, they better not ruin our precious Ellie
Still not a fan of the whole “Violent heart” narrative they’re pushing with Ellie.
It started after David (source: The Last Of Us official podcast) and now it seems they’re continuing it (the opening wrestling scene where Ellie wouldn’t stop)
Joel died with guilt. Not for what he did to save Ellie. He died with guilt because he thought Ellie and Dina were next. He died with guilt because he didn’t know Tommy made it out of the disaster in Jackson alive and well. Joel died thinking he failed again like he did with Sarah.
Name || Write my name like a poem
Pairing || Jackson!Joel Miller x NB!Reader
Summary || Thanks to your favourite student, you might just find out the one whose heart you've been guarding
Word Count || 3k
Tags/Warnings || Idiots in love, Fluff, Joel is probably a bit OOC, Feelings!, Joel is a pookie, Ellie was adopted by Joel, Acquaintances to Lovers, Flustered Joel, Hinting at Sub!Joel, Age Gap, Insecurities, Unestablished Relationship, Joel struggles with confessions, No Beta We Die Like Men
English is not my first language
If you find any grammar or spelling mistakes, let me know so that I can fix them
Masterlist
Advent Calendar 2024 Masterlist
“Have a good day; and Merry Christmas!” called back at you the children as well as their parents as they left your class. It filled your heart with joy to see them so excited for Christmas. You already got used to it after the past three years you had spent in Jackson. Nonetheless, it still somehow felt unreal.
You saw the world fall, being just a child back then. Despite your young age at the time, you remembered it all. How life had been before the Infected took over. After surviving for years and years on end, dreaming about a dead future of your childhood self, living a somehow normal life in Jackson seemed almost laughable.
These kids, they weren't of how much they had missed simply by being born too late. They would never dream of the world you and the other people from the world before knew. Even though you acknowledged it every single day, you tried. You tried to teach them, showing them the wonders you remembered. You wanted them to see. To let them know there was a future once and that there might be one again, even if slightly different.
Being a school teacher in Jackson made it easier. Otherwise, you would probably be the talk of the town. The lunatic who couldn't stop thinking about the past. Of course you could. Letting go was simply…. hard from time to time.
Teaching on the other hand gave you the space to express yourself. To shift the kids’ minds towards something bigger. Greater than they realised. It was a power which shouldn't be held by one person alone and you knew it. However, you never acted upon it. Those children were the world's future. Your legacy. You couldn't ruin it for selfish wants, no matter how justified they might be.
Because of your kindness, the kids loved you. Adored you. Their favourite teacher? You, without debate. Their English, history and arts teacher. Unlike their other teachers, you were much more understanding. Or maybe you had that parental instinct your colleagues lacked, you weren't sure. Either way, you were their number one.
Honestly, even Ellie liked you a bit more. Ellie. Ellie Miller. Your newest student. She was a bit older but learning never hurt anyone. Especially since they hadn't been taught everything they should. You had to admit, she could be hard to deal with at times. She wasn't stupid or anything, quite the opposite. She was highly intelligent, skilled and competent, too. She was simply her own person. Then again, so was her father.
Her father, Joel, wasn't as familiar to you. Yes, you knew each other and talked when given the chance but had you actually properly hung out with him. You were both busy, mostly seeing each other at parent-teacher meetings. After all, you had students to look after while he gathered supplies for the settlement.
Honestly, when you first met him when he and Ellie arrived a few months ago, you assumed he would be, to put it lightly, an asshole. Surprisingly, he wasn't. He was actually kind of charming. Sweet, caring personality hidden underneath a rugged, reserved persona.
You had seen through it though; on many occasions. The way he talked to Ellie, how he helped out with the kids when you were losing control and he was around. How he knew exactly what to do when it came to the smallest of your pupils. Truth to be told, it made your heart flutter a tiny bit.
You heard enough rumours to know a few pieces of information about him. It was fairly obvious Ellie wasn't his, at least not biologically. You had assumed he took care of children of some of his friends, back in Boston QZ. When rumors of him losing his daughter rolled around, it suddenly made sense. Of course, no-one ever voiced it, but a few people still knew, maybe 10 people at best. Those were the closest to the family anyway and knew they shouldn't spread such things around. You didn't either.
You pitied him but at least he had Ellie now. The girl was truly something and she matched him perfectly. The change from once they had arrived and after those few months of staying in Jackson was palpable. At first slightly detached, they now couldn't handle being gone, away from each other. They were each other's way to heal from the scars and pain of their lives prior to living in Jackson.
As you cleaned your desk, vibrating with excitement at the thought of settling in front of your fireplace with cocoa in your lap, a soft knock came to your door. Turning around to see the newcomer, there stood Ellie. You swore the kid was getting bigger every day. She most likely was; now almost as tall as you. She gave you a smile as she came closer, seemingly beaming.
“Hey, sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to give you something,” she spoke quickly, barely giving you time to greet her back. She opened her backpack, it being filled with all sorts of stuff, before taking out a card. She handed you the blue holiday card, a shrug following her words.
“Sorry if it's wet. Those assholes from lower years thought it would be funny to throw snowballs at me.” she scoffed. You on the other hand shot her a quick look to remind her to mind her language. That is if she even noticed it. Then again, the holidays were officially on and that meant you weren't their teacher anymore. You were simply another anonymous part of the community. If kids had foul language, their parents had to deal with it. You were having a break after all. Maybe the lack of reprimands considering Ellie's language outside of class were why she liked you so much. You were never quite sure.
“Thank you Ellie, it means a lot,” you dipped your head as a thanks, a genuine smile placed upon your face. You weren't lying, it did mean a lot. Even though many kids and their families adored you, there were just a few who actually ever gave you something outside of the end of the school year. It was nice knowing that some of them thought about her during the holidays. It meant a bit more now, since Ellie was the only one who actually gave her something other than wishes of health and joy.
“You're welcome. I gotta go, we're supposed to pick a tree today and Joel's gonna be grouchy if I come late. Merry Christmas!” she said quickly, giving you a small wave. With that, she disappeared out of the door. Once again, you didn't even have time to wish her a merry Christmas. She was so uncatchable at times.
Turning your attention back to the cleaning, you finished as soon as possible. Your mind was all over as you walked home. The town was already feeling festive but you had better plans. Your absence would probably not be noticed anyway. Coming to your lonely home at the edge of the commune, you cleaned up a bit more. Even if you didn't have many festive things around at your disposal, you could at least try to make your home pretty.
Later into the day, the sun slowly nearing the horizon, you finally sat in your armchair by the fireplace. Sipping on your hot cocoa with a marshmallow or two swimming at its surface, you simply relaxed underneath a blanket. You were reading one of the books you had borrowed from the town’s library, it being written by Erich Maria Remarque, as your mind shifted to the card Ellie gave you earlier. Honestly, your eyes only ran over it back then and now you were getting curious.
Putting the things in your hands aside at a nearby coffee table, you move towards your bag. Searching through it for a bit, your hands came into contact with materials, pens, important documents and whatever you actually had in there, some of those things long since forgotten. Finally, your finger flickered against the card. You took it out without any further delay, immediately starting to read.
It was the typical mindless text which had always been on cards such as this. Still, it was the thought that counted. Gaze flickering over the names of Ellie, Joel, Tommy and Maria, your attention was brought back upon Joel's name. That handwriting. You saw it somewhere before. Not on any documents, no, it was familiar from somewhere else. A sudden thought to you, making you freeze for a second in your spot. Next thing you knew, you were running up the stairs to your bedroom.
You immediately headed for your desk, opening its drawer without hesitation. Searching through its contents, you quickly found the thing you had been looking for amongst the amounts of paper and office supplies. There, in your hands, was a thick envelope, filled to the brim with letters. Taking one of them out, your eyes widened.
For weeks, you had been getting letters. Not threats though. Poems, it almost seemed. Declarations of love and devotion, the sender never signing their name. Now, seeing the letters right next to the holiday card, you were left speechless. It was Joel's handwriting. To be completely honest, the letters sometimes sounded corny enough to be from no-one but him. Still, you appreciated the gesture. Who could say they got love letters in the first place?
“Focus, focus right now,” you told yourself. Shaking your head to at least somehow clear it, you tried to gather your thoughts. Joel Miller. Joel, the guy you had never even hung out with without it being a social event had been sending you love letters for weeks. Would you ever find out if Ellie didn't give you that card? Did she know? Was it on purpose? Was she playing matchmaker? Was it all just a joke? You weren't sure. However, you definitely knew you needed to speak to Joel.
You were ready to go when it suddenly started seeming like a bad idea. Would he start ignoring you? Would he deny it? What if you were wrong and they weren't from him? What if what if… All sorts of thoughts were running through your head as you paced around your living room, flames in the hearth making your shadow dance on the walls. Eventually, you decided what to do. You would wait until the tree in the town's square was lit before making a move.
The weight of your plan was getting more suffocating with every passing minute. The insecurities and uncertainty swirled in your chest like snowflakes in the air, pressing down on you. You shouldn't had slept until 3 PM. Yes, you had less time to stress but it suddenly seemed so near. The dark came quickly and the gathering happened even quicker.
You stood in the back of the crowd, not too far from where Joel along with Ellie and his brother with his wife stood. The lump in your throat wouldn't go away, no matter how many times you swallowed. What was happening to you? You were an adult, a teacher, an apocalypse survivor, and you were still terrified to talk to a guy about some letters that he most likely already knew about? It was almost shameful.
Your eyes didn't stray far even after from him even as the biggest tree in town had been lit, it somehow grounding you with its light. It was a beacon of hope for many in the community and yet, you could only focus on how it made Joel's eyes sparkle. You had noticed it before, his eyes. You refused to acknowledge how easily you could get lost in them. How he selfishly stole every single thought from your head, words from your tongue and breath from your lungs with no more than one look.
For just a second, you let yourself get lost. It had been so long since your mind went silent, simply swimming along your heart's surface. You should had been more careful but as your heartbeat got less and less steady, the soft hum in your ears soothed any worries you had. You didn't even register Joel's eyes meeting yours. Neither did you really pay attention when he completely disappeared from your view, only to appear by your side.
“You okay? You looked as if you were putting a curse on me,” he jested, dark eyes fixed on the tree in front of the two of you. His gaze flickered to you for a second from the corner of his eye, watching your reaction. You had already looked away, joining the other townsfolk in watching the beauty of the tree. Joel's mind was elsewhere however.
Joel wouldn't admit out loud but he somewhat wished you hadn't looked away. He wished to see the way you looked at him when you talked to him. It was the way you looked at most of your friends and yet, it was somehow different. Or maybe, his mind was just making him too hopeful.
“Oh, sorry. I got lost in thought,” your attention flickered to the cup of tea in your gloves-clad hands. You felt Joel's eyes on you, gaze intense as he watched you. You didn't know why he was so fascinated by you at that moment and it made you shift in your spot.
“What, do I have something on my face?” a tilt of your head and you were staring at him again. Why did you look like that? That look in your eyes, how the air made your cheeks and nose rosy, a snowflake on two stuck on your eyelashes. You looked so cozy despite the weather, snuggled up in your warm winter coat.
“No, of course not,” answered Joel, casting his gaze elsewhere. He prayed the cold was enough to make you believe he was redder from that and not you. After all, he was capable of unwitnessed violence but you were the line of what he could handle? Even he had a hard time believing it.
“Alright then,” you hummed before blowing onto your drink. Taking a small sip, the two of you settled into a comfortable silence. Everyone else around you was unaware of the tension brewing between you. To them, it came across as two acquaintances sharing a quiet moment.
“Thank you for the card,” you mumbled suddenly, catching him off guard, “I appreciate it.”
The smile you sent him mirrored in his own expression as he recalled the holiday card Ellie forced him to sign the morning before. He hadn't been aware it was for you but, seeing your smile, he didn't consider anyone a better receiver than you.
“Don't mention it. Besides, it was Ellie's idea,” Joel shrugged, pulling his jacket a bit more over himself to get warmer. Everything else was freezing compared to the heat in his face. The need to escape, to swim up and get out of the ocean of unsaid emotions you posed was a bit too much. And yet, he would drown if you asked him to.
A smile tugged on your lips, a tiny flickered of amusement flickering through your expression. Glancing down to his jaw, you watched the way he thickly swallowed. Were you making him uncomfortable? Maybe he knew about the topic you needed to discuss. Taking a shaky breath, you took in your shoes, covered in a white blanket.
“The letters weren't written by Ellie though, were they?” the sound of your voice, your words, they made Joel tense up. The man stood there like an icicle, mind slowly processing what you just told him. You knew. He had hoped you wouldn't find out, not until he was ready to come forward himself. What coward hid behind unsigned letters? Joel Miller, apparently.
“No, they weren't,” shaking his head, he once again surveyed your face, searching for at least something to catch on to assess your opinion. For the first time since he started talking to you, your eyes met. His brown ones stared into yours while a lump formed in his throat. You gave him a look you hadn't given anyone else and it was reserved for him and him only. He was hooked.
“Should I... stop? Sending them, I mean,” the sound of his voice made you chuckle. He seemed embarrassed, desperate to assess your mood. It made you smile to know how easily such a ruthless man could get flustered. The uncertainty was basically flowing out of him. With a smile, you shook your head.
“No, it's okay. I actually kinda like it,” at your words, Joel's expression softened to the point where he reminded you of a puppy. Those huge brown orbs, staring at you as if you were an otherworldly being. He nodded, immediately listening to your words. He would send as many letters as you wished if that's what it took.
“Can I get you a coffee?” he blurted out without hesitation. A sudden fear penetrated his mind; what if he was too rash? Was he trying too hard? He was worried, quite a lot. Joel wanted anything but to blow it. However, a tiny voice inside told him you would accept. And, indeed, you gave him a nod, your smile somehow even widening.
“Sure, I'd like that,” you nodded, a warm feeling running through you. You weren't of that but you both felt butterflies fluttering inside you. How could they not? You liked him and Joel, well, Joel voiced his thoughts in his letters. He let out a sigh of relief, a lopsided grin spreading on his face. For just a moment, he let himself enjoy the feeling of your acceptance. Composing himself once more, Joel cleared his throat.
“Alright. I'll uh, pick you up tomorrow at 8?” a call from Tommy slightly interrupted the moment of vulnerability between the two of you, but Joel didn't seem to even notice. He glanced Tommy's way but his attention remained on you nonetheless. His mind was filled with you for the time being, the only person he truly cared about outside of his little family.
You managed to agree to his proposal before he was pulled away from you by Ellie, the girl forcing him to come along with her back to their original spot. Waving him goodbye, your smile still lingering. Maybe those holidays wouldn't be so lonely after all?
Screaming, shacking, crying, gun loaded and ready
tlou epsiode 3 tonight... im scared!!
Omfg I need to fucking vent it’s been 2weeks since season 2 premiered.
It’s morning for me rn and I’ve been scrolling on Snap for a bit AND THE AMOUNT OF VIDEOS IVE SEEN SHIT TALKING BELLA FOR NOT LOOKING LIKE ELLIE DOWN TO THE LAST MOLECULAR ATOM FOR ELLIS DNA IS FUCKING INSANE
You shouldn’t be basing your opinion of Bella and the show just because Bella doesn’t look EXACTLY like Ellie. You should be looking at Bella’s acting instead.
Bella’s acting is soooooo fucking good. And especially at the end of ep2(iykyk).
AND I FUCKING SWEAR THAT IF IG GO BACK TO SNAP OR YOUTUBW OR WHATEVER AND SEE A BIDOE SHIT TALKING NOT JUST BELLA BUT KAITLYN TOO!?
IM GOING TO FUCKING RIOT. YES HATE ABBY ALL YOU WANT IDGAF BUT HATING KAITLYN BECAUSE SHE DOESNT LOOK LIKE ABYY DOWN TL THE LAST MOLECULAR ATOM OS FUCKING INSANE. SAME HIES FOR BELLA.
thank you for coming to my NedTalk😁
Friendly reminder that as devastating as THAT scene is, y'all better leave Kaitlyn Dever THE FUCK alone. Hate Abby all you want, but Kaitlyn is an actress and a real human. Do NOT repeat what happened to Laura Bailey. Okay thx bye
TLOU SPOILERS ‼️ T L O U ‼️ S P O I L E R S ‼️
me @ myself, who hasn’t started tlou2: there’s only two episodes of tlou out, i can’t have missed much, right?
WRONG
how is he already dead?
LMAO I THOUGHT I HAD MORE TIME HOW IS HE ALREADY DEAD
and i find out from a tiktok? oh, this day is so screwed
— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢
someone needs to take phoebe bridgers away from people that make edits to the last of us.