Joel + The Face

(through gritted teeth) sometimes what's good for your mental health isn't another do nothing day or a little treat sometimes what's good for you is putting in some of the work. Not all of it at once but sometimes you have to finish that essay or at least take the next step or you have to clean your room or at least dust the shelves or you gotta do the laundry or at least put it all in the hamper and it's not fun and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks but you have to because i read a post on the internet that told me that's what being nice to yourself is sometimes

@tlounetwork​ | The Last of Us week 2023 

day #7: free choice

           -> tlou + art

1. Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan, 1883-1885 | Ilya Repin

2. Judith Beheading Holofernes, 1614-8 | Artemisia Gentileschi

3. Sappho and Erinna in a Garden at Mytilene, 1864 | Simeon Solomon

4. Pieta, 1627 | Daniele Crespi

5. At Eternity’s Gate, 1890 | Vincent Van Gogh 

why would you say it AGAIN

it is well with my soul. my stomach, however

i know that life isn't a race and that everyone does things on their own schedule and that i shouldn't compare myself to other people who haven't lived the same life that i have and overcome the same obstacles i have. BUT

this is my formal request for a fic where ellie actually has to have a feeding tube instead of barely dodging it. as much as i like the idea of sparing her the pain, i have never seen a character with a tube literally anywhere and she keeps getting *so close*

🌊

being my friend must be so confusing. bc i just spent 2 years killing remus and everyone he’s ever loved for fun (in both reading and writing). i filter MCD in. my favorite past time is putting my comfort characters in the hospital. every fic rec i give is devastating.

but then joel miller, a 60 year old man who lowkey deserves worse, is killed and i (man hating lesbian) am inconsolable for weeks. i can’t handle it.

and my lovely long suffering best friends are trying to find the rule here but they just. cannot. and every time they try to clarify i start crying again

when people mentions r’s name in the same sentence as barty or evan and imply that he would ever spend time with them willingly and he sees these terrible posts and i go and check on him in the jar and find him curled up into a little ball amongst the twigs and the moss with his tiny spindly arms wrapped around his tiny spindly knees and i rap on the jar gently with my knuckle and i say buddy? hey little guy are you alright? because he is hiding his face but then he turns and he is all trembly and his lower lip is wobbling and there are tears brimming in his big brown baby cow eyes and the tip of his big wonky nose is all pink from crying and he hiccups and shakes his head no and i go oh princess. is it because people are telling those lies about you in tumblr? and he nods his little head and his shoulders are shaking and i have to give him a little thimble of warm apple juice to cheer him up. so next time just think about that maybe

faggot

pope francis?!?!?!?!?