The Wonderful Thing About Bucky Is That You Can Ship Him With Anyone And It’s A Great Pairing.

Joel miller in a mafia run Austin, Texas. that’s it.

reblog with a spoiler for your wip with zero context. no context allowed.

Fanfiction isn’t enough I need my favorite much older and traumatized fictional man to literally break my pelvis

Ok but Pedro Pascal-

*internally screaming* according to my friends, *externally swinging my legs whenever I see a pic of him and smiling like a little kid.*

I’m really bored, so I’m going to write a crappy fanfic of Joel at some point soon. Dunno if itll have a title until I finish it but yeah.

Okay, so why is nobody talking about how perfect Haylofts 1 and 2 is for Joel and Ellie

dbf boyfriend! Joel (I need this man)

dbf boyfriend Joel because he’d hold you tight when you got nightmares. He’d whisper sweet nothings, saying “it’s okay, I’m here, there ain’t nothin’ tha’s gonna hurt you here.” In that soothing southern drawl, drowsiness from waking up becoming obvious through his gravelly voice

dbf boyfriend Joel because when you finally tell your parents about your relationship, he’d defend you, saying “obviously, we didn’t mean for this to happen, but we wouldn’t o’ done it if it wasn’t somethin’ real.”

dbf boyfriend Joel because when he comes home from a long day at his contracting gig, he’d find you in the kitchen and wrap his arms around your waist and kiss right behind your ear, asking you about your day when he’s bone tired and in need of a massage.

this is my first time doing something like this so pls if you have suggestions/requests/tips im all ears <333

I feel like retraumatizing myself today, so here’s a little blurb I wrote

TW: Joel’s death (offscreen)

summary: you’re all alone again.

you sat at your kitchen island, fiddling with the engagement ring Joel had found on a patrol in Cody. the small clock on the cream walls ticked, filling the quiet air. Joel was supposed to be back hours ago.

“shit,, you mumbled, and looked toward the door. standing up, you grabbed your travel bag, and opened the door, only freeing before you stepped out. in front of you stood Tommy, his hand raised to knock.

“goin’ somewhere?,, he asked quietly. his eyes were reddened, and he looked exhausted and emotionally drained. you tilted your head slowly.

“where’s Joel?,, you mumbled. Tommy sighed, his breath shaky, and looked down. he looked back up at you, and shook his head slowly.

“i’m so sorry,,

you knew what he meant. but that was impossible. Joel was always the most careful on patrols. like he did five years ago taking Ellie to those goddamn fireflies, he always took the highest precautions.

“that ain’t funny, Tommy.,, you breathed. Tommy opened his mouth to speak, but you put up a hand.

“get the hell off my property,, you hissed. Tommy started saying your name, but you cut him off, slamming the door in his face. Crumbling to the ground, you hid your face in your hands, sobs racking your body. For what seemed like forever, you sat against the door, holding yourself. Eventually, you moved to you and Joel’s shared bedroom, putting on his flannel and smelling the woodsy, cologne like scent that was left on it. Joel. Your Joel. Gone.

The next morning, you woke up, your eyes cracking open after being basically glued together by tears. You thought it was just a bad dream, and reached to the other side of the bed to hug your husband.

but he wasn’t there.

happy birthday to me /gen

CONGRATS TO MY BB FOR BEST MALE ACTOR IN A DRAMA SERIES 🥳

HIS ACCEPTANCE SPEECH HAD ME SHAKING SOBBING CRYING I LOVE HIM SM

PEDRO PASCAL 30th Annual Screen Actors Guild Awards (February 24, 2024)

holy shit this explanation made me see Abby in an entirely new light… and it’s so fucking real. good lord my hate for her just went from a devastating wildfire to a cataclysmic extinction event.

Abby is the worst person in TLOU HBO. She’s on par with David. I cannot and will not sympathize with her. I actually kind of regret how nice to her I was in Yearling now, glad she spent time with raiders, she deserved it.