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TLOU horsegirl crossover here.

I'm so excited to see what horses they pair up with the rest of the actors as you can tell a lot about someone from the horse they're paired with.

Riding is fucking hard to learn as an adult or as someone who doesn't have a lot of time each week to dedicate to it. I commend any actor who takes the time to learn and get to a camera ready level for it.

As a former equine stunt performer I'll let you in on a TV tidbit -

Friesians (long haired, black coat, thick necks and feathered feet) are given to less experienced actors a lot of the time because the horse is very good at learning its job and keeping their rider onboard. (There are exceptions of course.)

Mozark is going to keep Gabriel nice and safe and make him look like such a fucking badass!

#tlou #the last of us #tommy miller #horse #i have too much information about stunt horses and nowhere to put it so here take this info before i infodump everywhere about horses in tv #please someone talk to me about the horses in tlou

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Y'all ever yearn for something so hard it makes you feel like a dog starving out on the streets? Like bro, if I'm not fed some scraps soon I will be gnawing at my own limbs.

#therapy < metaphors #this applicable to many things #but mostly men lmao #aoibh's thoughts

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Sunbeam Baby (Joel Miller x reader)

Summary - Little drabble about coming home to Joel at golden hour. Reader is gender neutral and not described in any way.

W/C - 650ish

Warnings - None

A/N - My first time posting on here. I hope this drabble gives you daydream fuel. I thought about it months ago and decided it was time I immortalised this idea through text.

A bright, blue sky was once your ideal thing to look for during your day. Now, it was whichever sky allowed for the richest orange and brown tones to filter through the window in your bedroom. The bedroom you shared with a man who seemed to glow in the golden hour of an evening. Blue had never felt cold until you saw the sun reflected in his walnut brown irises. Blue to you is now simply the absence of brown. Had you asked your younger self what the best colour is, brown would certainly not be the first choice. It might have even been the last choice.

Your sunset shadow follows you up the stairs as you make your way to where you know you will find Joel. He likes to bask in the last dregs of sunlight before you come home. You find it endearing; he is a house cat in many ways (a sentiment he was less than thrilled to hear). You can’t help the thought from popping into your head every time his forehead is bumped against your shoulder moments of quiet affection, the way he stretches when he wakes up, the way he will call your name around the house until he finds you and most importantly the way you feel immensely guilty when you have to get up after he has fallen asleep with you on the couch.

Walking into the bedroom you see Joel lazing on the bed, a book on astronomy propped up loosely on his chest between his large hands.

You greet him softly but cannot resist the urge to pounce onto the bed next to him. Practically throwing yourself onto the soft duvet, left arm landing around Joel’s middle.

The poor man shoots upright with a grunt and the space book takes flight across the room. His panicked eyes wildly search his surroundings before meeting yours. They soften on realisation that he’s not under attack and its just you in the room. You can see the bleary-eyed tiredness in his face. Poor guy was having a nap which was ended by you basically sucker punching him to consciousness.

“Baby, I thought you were awake!” You quickly rub his chest in ways of an apology, feeling terrible for spooking him. He lets out a long groan as he settles back against his pillows.

He steadies your movement and looks down at you with a quirked brow.

“Baby?” He questions your choice of words.

You shrink under his gaze. Being the asshole he is, he lets you stew in discomfort for a few seconds before bringing your hand to his mouth. He places a gentle kiss on your palm. You hadn’t meant for the term of endearment to slip out. It wasn’t your usual style. You preferred to simply use his name or ‘Handsome’ if you were in a particularly good mood.

“Too damn old an stiff to be ‘Baby’.” He grumbles softly into your hand, lowering it back to his chest.

A wicked grin spreads across your face. His eyebrow quirks again. He knows that a smart-ass comment is coming his way.

“Okay Peepaw.” You coo and press a kiss to his whiskery cheek.

“On second thoughts, Baby will do just fine.” His voice rumbles, still holding some sleepiness in it.

Strong arms wrap around you and pull you into his embrace. Propped up by your forearms on his chest, your hands find their way to his jawline. Absentminded fingers caress the patchy beard they find there. Your eyes find his half-lidded ones. The last of the sun’s golden rays linger there still in the rich brown tones you’re so fond of. You lean into him to give a couple of easy kisses against his lips. When you lean back his eyes are closed once more. The sun warms his resting face and bathes him in all her golden glory until she has no more left to offer.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller drabble #joel miller fluff

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me and the mutuals discussing themes and motifs

#me and the girls discussing Saltburn

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me: I'm going to write a fic to my own entertainment

also me, writing said fic:

#and then i will never finish it #and if i do i will be too scared to share it with anyone

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“pretty boy :3” i say. to my screen. on which there is a middle aged man deep in despair

#9/10 its joel miller

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#mood

#me getting in my car after the mechanic has altered the drivers seat