I'm Also In Need Of Au Of Harry Castillo X Reader Where He's A Rich Duke Or Something And Reader Is A

how the fuck am I supposed to be on tumblr and not get tlou s2 spoilers???? like help I don’t want to see Abby get a fucking Joel in one

happy birthday to me /gen

He's too cute

brain dump rq

I’m sorry can we all take a moment of silence to appreciate Pedro’s outfit at the SAG awards like last year. LIKE OH MY LAWD HE IS SUCH A FINE SPECIMEN

help pls (fictional men need writing)

soooo i lowk wanna post a fanfic that’s been sitting in my notes for about a year and a half, but it’s not done, and it has nothing to do w Pedro or Joel (it’s mark watney from the Martian). Should I post it? There’s ten chapters btw.

Reed Richards by Leonardo Romero

Me seeing Pedro’s outfit for the last of us premiere

I’m sorry I hate it sm I can’t even look at it for that long💀

had a dream last night that pixel Joel (part ||) was my dad (surrogate father) almost like Ellie and his relationship and I went to go hunt down Abby bc she almost killed him (he survived) and as I was leaving I said “love you, da- Joel.” And he just smiled and said “love you too, kiddo.”

fucking kill me now

-pixel Joel is dad and Pedro Joel is daddy-

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)

REVENGE // CHAPTER ONE

This fanfiction is technically a Ellie x fem! Reader, so just.. idk.. yeah keep that in mind. I actually wrote the original version a couple years ago, due to my hate for Abby, so here’s the warnings for chapter one:

WARNINGS: angst, Ellie being depressed, Ellie having PTSD, implied suicidal ideation (Ellie), reader DESPISING Abby

tags: use of y/n one time, pretty angsty, yk the deal

Lmk if I missed anything, and feel free to give constructive criticism!

REVENGE- CH.1 of ?

The wind blew gently through the oak trees that surrounded the beige ranch, like a shield. You sat, quiet, and contemplating. After Ellie had come back from Santa Barbara, she hadn’t been the same. Emotionally, and physically. With two fingers bitten off, and the already fading glint in her eyes gone, you didn’t know what to do. You knew why she hadn’t killed Abby on that beach. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less. You looked down at your hands, and sighed. 

For weeks, you had been taking care of Ellie, comforting her through every panic attack, every violent nightmare that had her screaming when she woke up. Pushing down your anger and grief, you put her first. While it wasn’t the healthiest thing in the world, it at least tamed the storm for a bit. But the thunder was starting to grow louder and quicker. You looked back at the front door, and stood up, closing your eyes for a moment. Walking in, you walked up to Ellie, who was drinking a glass of water. Wrapping your arms around her waist, you restsd your head on your shoulder. 

Hey, baby. You murmured, breathing in her citrusy scent. Ellie let out a sound of acknowlegdment in response. You took a breath, before gently turning her around to face you. 

Ells.. I.. I’m going to kill her. You said. Ellie looked at you blankly, the energy in her watercolor eyes gone. When it sank in, she shook her head. 

No. Ellie’s eyes narrowed. You looked at her pleadingly. 

Baby, I can’t just let her roam free after what she did-

Then I’m coming, too. You scoffed.

Like hell you are. Have you seen yourself? You don’t sleep. You barely eat. I need you here. Safe. You looked at her, your hand on her cheek. Ellie pushed your hand away, the warmth of her skin gone. 

You won’t be able to find her. She’s probably halfway across the world by now. Ellie said, taking a step back. You shook your head. 

Tommy has contacts. Maybe he knows-

Jesus Christ, Y/N. You know what? Fine. Get yourself killed. I could care less. Ellie snapped, and you took a step back. She’d never been like this to you. She’d never claimed that she didn’t care. But you brushed it off, a feeling of hurt settling in your gut. You took a step back, and walked into your shared bedroom. Quickly, you packed your bag, hesitating before reaching up onto the dresser retrieving Joel’s old revolver. It’d been a while since the gun saw the light of day, as you didn’t trust yourself to leave it out in the open around Ellie alone. You put the gun in your holster, and put your shotgun in the sleeve on your bag. Ellie was still standing at the counter, looking down at the ground. You sighed, kissing her cheek gently.

I’ll be back, baby. You mumbled, and left.

shoutouts:

@likesomeoneinlovee @pedgito @mssalo

@mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler-pascal @a-misfortune