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heartrobynn · 27 days
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So I found Aaron Bushnell's reddit and went through his comments/posts. That young man was well read and stable as they can be. Nothing in his writings pointed to someone who was "unstable" or "brainwashed".
He held leftist and anarchist ideals. He belong to the ACAB subreddit. He recognized the evil of the US Military even though he himself was apart of it. He hated TERFS and called out fatphobia. He understood the dangers of white supremecy and the evils of capitalism.
He had a cat. He liked the show fleabag and played elden ring.
Apparently in his will he wants to leave any money in his name to palestinian relief funds. He was trying to find a new owner for his cat.
Rest in power Aaron Bushnell. The world won't forget & we sure as fuck won't let the media paint you out to be some crazy conspiracy theorist who had no idea what he was doing.
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heartrobynn · 29 days
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‘I wish for death’ - Twelve-year-old Alma says. She fled bombing and shelling twice before the third place they sheltered was bombed, She was rescued from the rubble only to find out both her parents and all four of her siblings had been killed. She found her 18-month-old brother in an unimaginable state. Her little brother was beheaded from the rubble after the IOF massacred them.
Source: BBC
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heartrobynn · 29 days
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helpful links!
PALESTINE 🇵🇸
daily click (donate by clicking a button)
donate insulin and diabetic equipment
donation links masterlist
operation olive branch - their instagram
donate e-sims
donate feminine hygiene kits to the women of gaza
donate to support the medical professionals of palestine
BDS list and credible organisations
this will be added to the more I come across! if you have any more (for Palestine, Sudan and the Congo, as well as others) pls put them in the comments <3
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heartrobynn · 1 month
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Don't stop talking about Palestine
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heartrobynn · 1 month
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It kills me how everyday the posts and content about Palestine decrease because of how many people are getting killed everyday.
It also kills me how many stopped boycotting or has never even tried to boycott.
Somethings are so small to do and easy yet people don't even bother when it's a genocide that has been going and going and going not since October 7th but for decades.
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heartrobynn · 1 month
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"I’m personally a Holocaust survivor as an infant, I barely survived.
My grandparents were killed in Aushwitz and most of my extended family were killed.
I became a Zionist; this dream of the Jewish people resurrected in their historical homeland and the barbed wire of Aushwitz being replaced by the boundaries of a Jewish state with a powerful army…and then I found out that it wasn’t exactly like that, that in order to make this Jewish dream a reality we had to visit a nightmare on the local population.
There’s no way you could have ever created a Jewish state without oppressing and expelling the local population. Jewish Israeli historians have shown without a doubt that the expulsion of Palestinians was persistent, pervasive, cruel, murderous and with deliberate intent - that’s what’s called the 'Nakba' in Arabic; the 'disaster' or the 'catastrophe'.
There’s a law that you cannot deny the Holocaust, but in Israel you’re not allowed to mention the Nakba, even though it’s at the very basis of the foundation of Israel.
I visited the Occupied Territories (West Bank) during the first intifada. I cried every day for two weeks at what I saw; the brutality of the occupation, the petty harassment, the murderousness of it, the cutting down of Palestinian olive groves, the denial of water rights, the humiliations...and this went on, and now it’s much worse than it was then. It’s the longest ethnic cleansing operation in the 20th and 21st century.
I could land in Tel Aviv tomorrow and demand citizenship but my Palestinian friend in Vancouver, who was born in Jerusalem, can’t even visit! So then you have these miserable people packed into this, horrible…people call it an 'outdoor prison', which is what it is. You don’t have to support Hamas policies to stand up for Palestinian rights, that’s a complete falsity.
You think the worse thing you can say about Hamas, multiply it by a thousand times, and it still will not meet the Israeli repression and killing and dispossession of Palestinians.
And 'anybody who criticises Israel is an anti-Semite' is simply an egregious attempt to intimidate good non-Jews who are willing to stand up for what is true."
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heartrobynn · 1 month
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A woman reaches under a block from the apartheid wall trying to hold the hand of her mother on the other side. Many families have become segregated after the Israeli occupation regime completed the construction of the wall which runs through Palestinian lands. This is just one of thousands of cases. 
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heartrobynn · 1 month
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Don't forget about the Palestinians.
Don't forget about them now.
Don't forget about them tomorrow.
Don't forget about them in a week from now.
Don't forget about them in a month.
Don't forget them next year.
Don't forget them in 5 years.
When the history books start to update, don't let them put lies in there.
When documentaries come out, boycott the ones who call this a victory for Israel.
When books release talking about soldier's personal experiences with Palestine, remember the victims. Remember the truth.
Don't forget about what we've seen.
Don't forget about what we've heard.
Don't let them tell lies about Palestine.
Don't forget about the Palestinians when the world tries to make this go away.
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heartrobynn · 1 month
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You know what hits me hard? When 5 to 6 year old children, all the way in Southeast Asia, knows about what's happening in Palestine right now. That children their age is getting bombed, that they're starving to death, that they're getting shot at, and sniped in the head. Because, just this past 2 or so months, I heard some of the little ones in the Kindergarten classes I'm TAing in as an Intern talk about it. Hell, one of the little boys downright said he didn't like Isreal, because Isreal is bad, because they do scary things. Another was questioning whether Palestine was bad too, because, "why else would they shooting at them?". A little girl in one of my classes doesn't want to finish her food at all, because she wants to save at least half her meat and rice for kids in Palestine, because she heard that, they don't have food. And that's just the ones I remember. Namely the inciting cases before their classmates slowly follow suit. The littles are fricking SCARED. We had to sit these kids down, and tell them that the topic is too mature for them at the moment, that they shouldn't even be concerned because they're KINDERGARTNERS, they're not even old enough to properly understand. The one teacher I was TAing for had to make a class announcement saying that. What gets me is, these are 5 to 6 year olds, the youngest I've worked with in this specific age group is 4. 5 years old on average, and they've already been exposed to the worst horrors genocide has to offer through the news and snippets of conversation among adults and hell, considering how many of them say they like to play games on Mama's phone, or their IPad, even from fricking social media. And the fact that, these literal babies, from all the way in Cambodia, has more empathy in their entire body and soul, than full grown fricking adults have in the nail of their pinky finger, gets me. FFS we as adults could LEARN from them I feel sometimes. I honestly don't know what to feel about it anymore. On the one hand, this is the next generation I'm working with. And if the next generation's default response to a tragedy such as Palestine, is what I've seen come up on occasion so far? Perhaps there's some bloody hope for this world after all. At least in this country. Especially since a majority of them already come from families who survived a genocide. These are the 3rd - 4th generation descendants of those who survived the Khmer Rouge. They've got grandparents at home, who no doubt are more than intimately familiar with what Palestine is going through right now. And it shows.
But on the other, it makes my heart sink because these are CHILDREN, these are LITTLE KIDS, they should be playing with their toys and watching cartoons and talking to their friends about everything from Spiderman to Speakerman to Kuromi and her friends, and be worried about whether or not they can go to playground that day, guranteed they're well behaved, or if Mama remembered to pack in their costume for swimming lessons that week. NOT JUST MY KIDS. But the little ones in Palestine too. They deserve better. They all deserve, so much better. Hell, it's come to the point that whenever I look at my kiddos right now, whether they'd be working in class, playing, doing something as mundane as eating lunch or getting ready for their nap. I think of the children their age in Palestine that didn't even get the chance to survive. I think of the ones whose memories from this age, is nothing but absolute horror and pain, rather than what has slowly become my normal, who never got to experience what my littles do on a daily basis right now.
Children shouldn't even be concerned about "War", about a Genocide. The last thing that should be on a 5 year old's mind, is pain, and suffering, and the worst horrors imaginable ever to be inflicted on a human being. ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S INFLICTED, ON OTHER CHILDREN THEIR AGE. And for that alone, the world has failed them. Especially the kids in Palestine who didn't ask for any of this. They just wanted to carry on with life as kids do, the same way as my littles do on a daily basis no doubt, learning, playing, chatting with friends over their favourite cartoons and characters, worrying about whether they'd get to go to the playground or not that day.
I apologize for talking about this on this blog. I know my blog tends to be lighter in feel, a lot more unhinged and light hearted typically. I mean, I'm just a fricking nerd who likes to draw and write, and lurk about her favourite fandoms to consume and support what is shared among other nerds who also like to draw and write. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. About contemplating it, especially since I'll be back on a roll tomorrow, working with my kiddos again after not seeing them for 5 days straight because of Holidays. And, I just had to talk about it. This is something I felt I couldn't keep to myself this time, I don't think my soul'd be able to carry it. I had to talk about it.
FREE PALESTINE. Our children deserve better.
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heartrobynn · 1 month
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As famine threatens more lives in North Gaza, a Palestinian father searched through garbage to collect spoiled potatoes to feed his children, while Israeli forces target any attempts to deliver food to the northern Gaza areas.
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heartrobynn · 1 month
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let us not forget that it is not only gaza that is suffering. please remember to pray for congo, sudan and the refugees of afghanistan whose struggles are not being shown to us. just because we cannot see, does not mean it isn't happening.
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heartrobynn · 1 month
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It seems cops worldwide lack basic morals. Beating up high schoolers for peacefully protesting???
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heartrobynn · 1 month
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DO NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT PALESTINE.
DO NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT PALESTINE.
DO NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT PALESTINE.
DO NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT PALESTINE.
DO NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT PALESTINE.
DO NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT PALESTINE.
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heartrobynn · 1 month
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western nights - cowgirl!ellie williams x reader
summary: you’ve come to know and love the mystery woman who rides into town every now and again (western!au).
pairing: cowgirl!ellie williams x reader
word count: ~5.6k
c/w: fluff, angst, violence, blood mention, harassment, period typical sexism, allusions to period typical homophobia, mutual pining, emotional constipation?? loser lesbians but make it a period piece.
a/n: “save a horse, ride a cowGIRL’ in other words this is the cowgirl!ellie au that literally no one asked for. but don’t worry part 3 of ‘thoroughfare’ will be out soon as well as another part of ‘the record’. also if you get the hairpin reference this is me giving you a big fat kiss on the forehead. as always I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! <3
masterlist.
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There was a calmness in the routine you had created for yourself in this town you were just beginning to call home. Days were filled with patchy sew up jobs, mundane chores, and keeping to yourself. While nights were spent working at the bar and fitful sleeps. It was stable. Something you felt like you needed, but didn’t necessarily want. You knew that sometimes needs and wants coincide but you haven’t been able to find where they meet. 
You wanted to want it, wanted to belong. It just got lonely sometimes. The people were nice, waved to you in greeting and engaged in friendly conversation when appropriate, but you couldn’t help but feel as though if you were to disappear no one would notice. That if you didn’t show up to work or the general store for your weekly shop they’d find a replacement and carry on as normal. You didn’t know how to exist in a place where you’re not needed, not wanted - a place where your hands were just hands. You lace up your boots and head to work for the night, not bothering to lock your door. 
There was a change in atmosphere as you walked through town, something that had only started occurring within the last few months. It was as though everyone was collectively holding their breath and waiting for the moment whatever it was passed. So on nights like tonight when the crowd in the bar were usually more rowdy, you welcomed it. 
You kept an eye on the door as you served your patrons, immediately stopping what you were doing when it swung open and huffing through your nose when it was another man looking for a drink and some company. Because when the tension in the air was palpable and the men were less bold in their advances was when you’ve come to expect her. 
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heartrobynn · 2 months
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Me when I hit 50 fpllowes!!
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As I recently got the news that my country is in shambles due to mass jailbreak and violence…here are some links to help the country of Haiti…
Help Marc Henry and his family in Haiti
Please help this woman bury her mother in Haiti
Help Haitian refugee father return to home
Help this Haitian family of 3
Help rebuilt this home destroyed by the 2021 earthquake
Help this refugee Haitian family
Help repair this home in Haiti
Help this family escape Haiti
Help this separated family
Help repair this shelter for refugees
Help provide Haitian migrants food
Please help this family bring Anthony’s body to the US
Help rescue Rose’s brother
Help this family
Help this family escape
Help feed this school of children
Donate to Hope for Haiti
In the meantime, don't forget to also help the people of Palestine
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heartrobynn · 2 months
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Reflect
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Outline: When all the leads dried up, Ellie is forced to accept the heart wrenching reality that she’s never gonna see you again. Until two years and half later, the unexpected happens. People don’t come back from the dead so, How did you?
Word Count: 5.4k+
Warnings: Tlou au + Angst + Mentions of grief + Flashbacks (Ellie and the reader are both 19 in the flashback) + fluff + Established relationship between (r + e) + Self deprecation + Mention of canon game violence + Mention of PTSD + Brief mention of Anxiety + Slander of Ellie wearing jeans to sleep (bc who tf 😭) + Ellie slandering old people? + Mention of stalking + Description of fighting + Mention of weapons + death + Mention of blood + Depression + panic attack (I think that’s it, comment if I missed any!)
Chapter one -> Next Chapter
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Two years after…
The calamity…
“Happy birthday, baby.”
Ellie says softly as she places down the flower gently on a tombstone that has engraved “In loving memory of, Y/N Y/LN”. She’s kneeled beside your grave talking to you about her recent events as if you could still hear her. Ellie always tried to visit you as much as possible but since she worked up the courage to go out and try to live her life again. Maria helped her get a job working at the nursery, two months ago. So she couldn’t visit you often.
But today she had a day off so she decided to spend it with you. It had been two years since that dreadful day. Your parents don’t blame her for their daughter's death. She most certainly feels like she should be. She lives with the regret of not being able to save you.
Ellie promised Joel not to stay until closing hours anymore since last time she did, the poor girl got a cold. She looks up at the sun as it sets and realizes she had to be back by now. She stands up looking down at your grave, “I have to get going before Joel freaks out.” She lets out a shaky sigh,”I love you Y/n.” she says, stepping back, shedding a couple tears before walking out the cemetery.
Turning the corner and walking down the street, she recognizes the street she’s on. Reading the familiar sign ‘Mable’s Nursery’, that was the name of the establishment where she got her job, thanks to Maria. Looking down from the sign to the entrance, Ellie could see a blonde haired woman locking up the shop whom she could immediately recognize. It was Jessica, her coworker that always flirted with her when she had the chance but Ellie always denied her advances by changing the subject quickly. Jessica never seemed to take a hint.
Ellie never saw anyone after your death, she couldn’t, she wouldn’t. Even after all these years, you were her everything. You had her heart and even now six feet under, you still had her heart. Wait why was Jesscia calling out to her, “Ellie! Hey!” Jessica says, walking over to her with a big smile. Ellie snaps out of her thoughts and looks at Jessica “hey.” Ellie says. “You walking home? Can I walk with you?” Jessica asks. “Yeah, sure.” simply says Ellie.
Beginning the walk down the street, Jessica strikes up a conversation, “You know I saw you the other day, drawing in that journal of yours.” she says. Ellie can’t help but to smile, “yeah, I do a little drawing here and there.” she says. “That’s cute, maybe you should draw me?” Jessica suggests with a sweet tone of voice. “I could be your muse.” She begins to giggle but Ellie doesn’t hear it.
Because suddenly everything feels like it’s going in slow motion. The sound of Jessica’s voice fades out, only able to hear the sound of her heart pounding out of her chest.
Simply because of one word;
Muse
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Two years ago..
A week before the calamity…
Ellie is laying on her stomach with her sketchbook in hand, scrutinizing you while she draws your sleeping figure beside her. The soft string lights in Ellie's room illuminate and hit your body faultlessly. She always loved drawing you, in your most serene moments. You were her muse, and she your artist. Contently sketching the curves of your waist to your hips when she hears you stirring and groaning lightly indicating you were in your stages of waking up. She shuts her sketchbook sitting up and placing it on her nightstand as you open your eyes.
“Hey” you say lightly as Ellie returns to her laying down position on her side now, facing you. A small smile appears on Ellie's face as she looks at you with nothing but adoration in her eyes. “Hi” she says softly, moving a strand of hair behind your ear that had fallen out of place and in front of your face. A smile appears on your face before asking Ellie, “What were you drawing?” Ellie felt her face heat up in embarrassment and just stared at your face taking a second to respond.
“well..uhm— you..” she says flustered, she watches as you smile with a little chuckle leaving your lips. “No way, show me!” you say, sitting up. Ellie doing the same while extending one arm over, grabbing her sketchbook from the nightstand once again. “Alright then.” she says, switching her position now laying on her stomach once more. Flipping through the pages, you see doodles after doodles, until she stops at the last page. it’s you sleeping, Ellie looking up at you nervous of your reaction. She knew you didn’t care that she drew you in such nonchalant positions.
Even so when showing these said drawings, she always felt a giddy feeling. She couldn’t help but to feel confident when you had the biggest flushed smile on your face. “Wow…” you trail off, admiring the work in front of you. “This is beautiful, Ellie.” you say, looking at Ellie with a tint of rosy red in your cheeks. Ellie nervously laughs, grabbing the book from your grasp and settling it to the side.
“Thank the beautiful model who helped create the piece” she says, sitting up and giving you a light kiss on the lips. Watching your face heat up, you kiss her back smiling nervously. “You’re so cheesy, babe.” you banter, causing Ellie to chuckle as looking down at her palm then at you with a smirk. “You love it.” she says.
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Ellie couldn’t stand to be around Jessica for another minute so she made some bullshit excuse and practically ran home. In the abyss of Ellie’s room, she stares at that same artwork. The moonlight illuminates through Ellie’s sheer curtains and down on the drawing. She doesn’t realize she’s crying until she sees a teardrop fall beside the drawing. What she'd do just to have another moment with you.
Staring at the details of it, she wishes she’d captured more details on your face. Her fingers lightly graze over the surface, smiling to herself. Sighing as she flips the page to another drawing of you. It's a full body length drawing. She stares at the nonchalant pose you were in then your outfit. She smiles, flipping to another page. Then that’s where her smile faltered.
Staring at the drawing, she realizes that’s the same outfit you were wearing the day before you died. Tears are blurring her vision as she pushes the sketchbook aside immediately. Trying to stop herself from thinking about your body when you found. Charred and unrecognizable.
They barely confirm it was you with what little technology Jackson had. When they asked your parents to try and confirm it was you. They knew it was you.
That was the day that changed Ellie’s life around forever. First, she felt anger towards herself then the people who ambushed you guys. She felt immense resentment towards them, hell she even wanted to track down those motherfuckers who killed you and do worse to them. But she couldn’t, her injuries didn’t allow her to.
She thinks about that day a lot even now, what she could’ve done. Her thoughts were consuming her; Should’ve been more aware…Should’ve immediately felt something was off from the get-go…Why weren't you fast enough? Why were you so stupid? and yet she felt like she deserved it. She didn’t save you. So why even bother trying to defend herself.
She doesn’t even remember how her room turned the way it did. Books and little knick knacks she picked up over the years now on the floor. Her lamp now shattered on the floor beside her. She’s now laying in the middle of it all on the floor curled into a ball, sobbing loudly. If she could time travel back in time, she would’ve never signed the both of you up for that job.
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Two years ago…
The day before the calamity…
Ellie remembers that day vividly, how could she not?
Ellie’s eyes snap open at the sound of her alarm clock going off. With a groan, she extends her arm over, turning off the alarm and looking at the time reading ‘6:00’. “Too early for this shit man..” she mumbles out. She feels movement beside her and an arm slinking around her waist and body heat pressed lightly against her back. “Morning, babe.” you say lightly against the crook of her neck, resting your head. A smile forms on Ellie’s face. “Morning, sleepyhead.” she responds back.
You sigh, once you see Ellie laying down once again inviting you into her arms. You gracefully accept, resting your head on her chest, blinking slowly. “You ready for today?” you ask, feeling Ellie playing with your hair. “Yeah, you?” You take a second to respond, admiring the beauty of the winter morning before saying, “Yeah, just nervous.” Ellie looks down at you, “Yeah I am too but whatever happens we’re a team, we got this.”
Now why were you nervous? I’ll tell you. Today was the day you, Ellie, and two other members were gonna set out to clear a power plant since the old one finally had broken down. Jackson had lost power for weeks and was being backed up being generators but that can’t hold forever causing maria to be in a frenzy to fix this as soon as possible.
So that’s where your crew came in, A patrol group recently found a power plant and told Maria about it. It was northwest of Jackson, a few miles out. The problem was that infected had found its way inside, taking over the area. So she set out an announcement asking if anyone would volunteer to help clear out the area. And Ellie had heard word about this, signed the two of you up with of course with your acknowledgement and consent. A couple infected, no biggie, Ellie thought. Nothing you both couldn’t handle. You both have done multiple jobs before.
It took weeks for Maria to get a stable group of people. Since some decided to back out or were needed somewhere in the community. But she eventually did get a set stone group, a group of four people including you and Ellie. Maria had a meeting with you all about setting the date when you’d be all leaving.
And that day was today, that’s why you were so nervous. Maybe you’d be alive if Ellie took account of that emotion more seriously.
Getting out of bed, especially with you in her bed, was so hard but you were persistent about getting to “not be late”.
Maybe Ellie should’ve asked for a kiss or 5 more minutes before you both set out. The last time she’d have you in her bed.
Ellie watches you get up, feeling sad without your warmth beside her. “Cmon Ellie, get up we need to get ready.” Ellie sighs, getting up as well. “Fine, fine I'm up.” she says. Walking over to her desk, grabbing and putting her jacket on then grabbing her pistol checking the bullets. She can hear a chuckle behind her. “Seriously can’t believe you slept in jeans” you banter, causing Ellie to huff. “What? They were comfortable.” she protests, looking at you as you grab your pistol and also checking the ammo.
Her protest makes you laugh, “Right.” you joke lightheartedly. Ellie shakes her head softly, “You just don’t get it.” she says, sounding defensive in a playful manner. “Alright then, you can tell me about that when we get back but right we have to get going.” you say with a smile while putting your gear in your backpack. Ellie rolls her eyes,”Alright let’s get going then.” she says, walking towards the door while adjusting the straps of her backpack onto her shoulder. Holding the door for you and following behind once you’re out.
The serene scenery of Jackson, soft reserved voices huddled around a small bonfire to keep warm from the winter breeze. Walking into the main street of Jackson, people are selling or trading for goods. Seeing children playing and laughing while shedding down a small mound of snow, some smaller ones walking into school with their parents, The ending of the street forces you two to turn left and you both walk the pathway to the entrance of the stables.
Once at the entrance the stableman, Frederick greets the two of you. “Morning girls, your horses are ready for you” he says, giving Ellie the leash to her horse, Shimmer. Petting her gently while you grab your horse, Sal. “Alright, thanks Fred.” you say, walking out of the stable ahead to the entrance of Jackson. Waiting there are the two other members of your group, Natalie and Travis. Along with them is Jesse, “Ahh! look who finally decided to show up.” Jesse jokes lightheartedly.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Ellie says as she grabs her rifle given to her by Jesse, sliding the compartment, checking the amount of ammo she has before sliding back. You smile while doing the same. Jesse laughs before telling the guards to open the large gate. “All right, you’ll be safe and if you run into anything you can’t handle, you come back.” Jesse says, looking at you all. Getting the message, you all get on your horse, setting off to your long trip.
The sun was setting and You, Ellie, Travis, and Natalie are stopped by a tree. You guys decided to give the horses a break and also check the map. Totally not because you were lost. Holding out the map, Ellie and Travis argue over what your current position is. “Dude we’re right here.” she argues, pointing to an area on the map. Travis rolls his eyes, shaking his head, “No we’re right here.” Travis protests. While they were fighting like little kids over candy, you and Natalie were finishing tying up the horses.
Natalie looks back at Ellie and Travis bickering at each other and laughs. Causing you to look at her smiling and nudging her, “Stop, they might hear you.” you say, holding back laughter of your own. Natalie smiles at you, shaking her head. “I swear, they've been at it for five minutes now, I'm positive both of them are wrong.” Natalie says, looking back at them once again. “Ima go see if i can help them.” She begins to walk away and you decide to join.
Walking over to Ellie and Travis, they’re still bickering over where your position is before Natalie interrupts, “Ladies, ladies, calm down what seems to be the problem.” she holds back a smile as Ellie and Travis stop, looking back at her both with unamused looks. You can’t help but to chuckle slightly, as Ellie huffs, “Well Travis here thinks we’re here when I know that’s not where we’re at. We’re not near a damn waterfall.” Travis rolls his eyes, “I know what i’m talking abo—“ “No you do—“ Ellie interrupts.
“Alright, alright, god such a headache” Natalie interrupts, walking over to the map that’s laid out on a tree stump. She is quiet and focused, her finger slowly retracting from where the last position marked to now. “There.” she points to a location a few off from Ellie said position. “Ah I told you” Ellie starts with a smirk growing on her face and Travis is about to start before you stop them. “Enough, both of you were wrong and Natalie wasn't, so stop arguing” you say.
Ellie huffs and mumbled something under her breath as you all get back on your horses to trek off. Now why did Travis and Ellie argue over the position you guys were in? Maria mentioned a mansion a few miles off the main route to take shelter. Since this trip in particular was gonna be a three day trip. On the way to the mansion, Travis puts his hand aligning to the sun causing Ellie to turn and watch with curiosity.
“What are you doing?” Ellie asks, watching him mouthed something under his breath. When he’s done, he glances at Ellie. “Checking the amount of sunlight, we have left.” he says. Ellie’s face morphs from a curious expression to an intrigued one, “Holy shit, really?” Travis nods, “Yeah, my father taught me how to do it.” “I can teach you if you want.” Ellie smiles, nodding, “Fuck yeah, that would be cool.”
The whole way to the mansion, Travis taught her the same method his father taught. Turning into a path reveals the mansion ahead. You all are more than relieved to have arrived. Tying up the horses in the garage, you all rush up upstairs to scoop out the area to make sure it's clear. Once confirming it is, everything begins settling in. “Alright, who’s hungry?” Travis starts, looking at everything, settling down their bags on the couch. “Fucking starving.” Ellie starts, causing Travis to chuckle. “Alright come help in the kitchen and you two can relax.”
Ellie looks back at you with a smile before walking away with Travis, disappearing in the kitchen. When she walks in, Travis is already preparing the pan. “So what are we making?” Ellie asks, rolling up her sleeves. “Whatever we got from the pantry packed by Mrs. Green.” He says, walking to the bag of goods. Ellie smiles, “Yeah let’s hope she didn’t just pack old people food like raisins or oatmeal.” she quips. Travis chuckles, brings cans of food.
“You’re an asshole, you know that?” he banters, setting the can goods down onto the counter. Ellie chuckles, shrugging, “Not my fault she’s like eighty years old.” “Dude she’s fifty-seven.” he laughs. “Whatever man, let’s get started on this.” Ellie says, smiling. They begin to make the meal and half way done, they hear footsteps coming into the kitchen. It’s you and Natalie, Ellie turns around to look at you, creating a big grin on her. “Hey, what do you have in your hand?” Ellie asks, pointing at the box in your hands.
You walk into the kitchen with a big smile on your face along with Natalie. “Monopoly” you answer, placing the board game on the counter. It catches Travis’s attention, “No way, you actually found one?” He wipes his hands clean, picking up the box. “Yup.” Natalie responds, walking over to the stove asking Travis what he’s making. As Ellie examines , “Remember when I had one, babe?” Ellie recollects, looking at you. You immediately smile at the reminder, “Yeah I do remember, only got to play a few times before you lost it.” you giggle causing Ellie to chuckle and shake her head. “Yeah, I do remember,” she says softly.
“Alright.” Travis says slightly loudly interrupting your little moment with Ellie. The interruption caused Ellie to turn her head to travis. “How long until the food is ready?” Travis glances back, “In five minutes” he responds before turning his head to the stove. Ellie simply hums in response, “We should play this game afterwards” “Yeah we should” “Yes!” “I’m down.” Everyone agrees. Ellie smiles, walking with the board game in hand and placing it on the coffee table.
Once she walks back in, Travis announces dinner is ready and everyone begins to take their portion and begins walking towards the dining table. Sitting at dinner, everyone is talking and joking around and having a great time. Once done the games finally, a few rounds into the board game, Ellie sits out aim one of the games, grabbing her sketchbook.
She felt inspired to draw, draw her muse of course. You sat focused on the game as she would occasionally look up from her sketch to glance at your features. Sketching you in her mind space. Once she was done, she put her sketchbook. When she did, Travis spoke, “Alright, this was fun but we get some rest.” he suggests, “Yeah we do have to get up pretty early tomorrow.” Natalie says. With that you all begin to settle down for bedtime.
While Ellie just set her sleeping bag down on the floor by the fireplace since you all decided it’d be best to stick together then apart. Shutting off the lights, everyone gets into their respective sleeping bags. Laying down, Ellie looks at you with a small smile on her face. You back at her, the moonlight illuminates her face beautifully. “Night, baby.” Ellie says quietly. “Night, els” you say.
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Morning of calamity…
She doesn’t know what woke her up but she does, rubbing her eyes. She sits and looks around the room, all her crew members are asleep peacefully in their sleeping bags but you’re nowhere in sight. She gets out of her sleeping bag and carefully steps over everyone. She walks upstairs thinking you’re just in the bathroom. She wanted to make sure that’s where you were so once at the top of the stairs, stopping when something caught her eye.
One of the bedroom doors were open when last night Ellie and Travis made sure everything was secured. She specifically remembers checking every bedroom then shutting the door behind her. So why was it open? She cautiously walked towards the door, opening and peering inside before inside. The room was excruciatingly cold and the suspect of why it was, the window was open. She didn’t leave it open.
She became immediately aware of her surroundings, glancing around the room before shutting the window. What she didn’t check was the closet. As Ellie was walking towards the open window, the closet door opened. She closed the window before immediately freezing in place when she felt a gun pressed against her head. She felt her heart rate through the roof as she heard a low, menacing feminine voice behind her speak, “Don’t make a sound or everyone including that little girlfriend of yours will die.”
Ellie felt her heart drop, Girlfriend? They were watching us? Ellie’s thoughts are racing but she can’t do anything stupid or it’ll for sure end in death. No, she had to be smart about this. “Alright, Alright, let’s not do anything stupid, okay?” Ellie says in a low tone of voice. She could hear the woman behind her look out a raspy chuckle, “That’s more like it—“ but she interrupted when she heard a scream. “Shit.” The woman hisses out, becoming distracted but Ellie takes the chance and quickly turns around grabbing her wrist, pointing it up.
Shots are fired but the bullets hit the ceiling, Ellie and the woman wrestle for the gun. Grabbing the barrel of the gun and twisting the gun, hearing the woman’s fingers crack as she yells out in pain. Ellie immediately rips the weapon from the attacker's hand, kicking her to the ground before pointing the gun in her direction. With the woman on the floor disarmed, she begs Ellie not to shoot, holding her hands out in front of her.
Without a hesitation, she fires two bullets into the woman’s skull watching fall lifeless on the ground. She huffs, looking down at the woman before looking up, hearing more screams. Ellie wastes no time running out to see a man stabbing you in the shoulder as you scream out in pain. Ellie sees the scene and is enraged, running towards the man, pulling him off of you and onto the ground. Wasting no time and shooting a bullet into his skull.
Ellie stares at the man before hearing your whimpers of pain. Turning to you, she kneels down immediately. “Shit baby, Just add pressure to it.” she says, looking at you. “Go hide in the bathroom, okay. I'll come back for you.” You nod as Ellie helps you stand up. “Who the fuck are these people?” you say startled. Ellie leads you to the bathroom. “I don’t know, okay just stay in here. I have to check on Travis and Natalie, okay?” Ellie says, opening the door for you. “Okay.” you say, holding your shoulder, wincing in pain. Ellie shuts the door.
Running toward the railing, she sees an injured Travis on the floor, holding his abdomen while crawling backwards weakly. While Natalie is getting hit in the face with the butt of a baseball bat. This causes her to fall down onto a drawer then on the ground, knocking a lantern over. It shatters on impact, starting a fire when the man towers over Natalie ready to strike once more until Bang, Bang, Click, Click.
The sound of Ellie’s gun last shot being fired into the man’s back. Causing him to fall in front of Natalie, throwing the empty gun. Running downstairs, she immediately rushes towards everyone’s gear. “Natalie, get Travis outta here and to the horses, okay?” Ellie says, giving Natalie her and Travis’s bag. “I found y/n but she’s injured, I’ll have to help her.” Natalie nods, “Okay, just be quick.”
Ellie watches Natalie putting her bag on, holding Travis’s in her hand and walking over to Travis. Ellie stands up, “Lemme help you.” she says, walking to the kitchen where the basement door is adjacent to. “Okay.” Natalie says, helping Travis up and supporting his weight. Natalie and Travis are close behind and as Ellie is just about to open, the door bursts open, making Ellie tumble back. Ellie catches her via the counter behind her, immediately dodging an attack from the man.
She falls to the ground yelling at Natalie “Go! I’ll deal with this asshole!” getting up immediately and dodging another strike from the man. Natalie complies, rushing downstairs with Travis while Ellie grabs her gun, but the man disarms her. Hitting her with the gun, Ellie falls back but gets up, panting. She makes her way upstairs.
The fire has already spread to the upper floor, destroying the house. It’s causing her to cough like crazy, the air is suffocating her. Her lungs becoming irritated, it doesn't stop Ellie. At the top of the stairs, she grabs the empty pistol from earlier, throwing it at the man. The man grunts in pain, stunned for a little while. But Ellie doesn’t wait around, rushing the bathroom, calling out for you. “Y/n, open the door!” She yells, banging on the door. When it opens, you’re met with Ellie's agitated face as she's coughing. “We have to go, the house is burning down.” With a nod from you, Ellie grabs your hand and rushes you into a bedroom and locks the door once she’s in.
The bedroom hasn’t been touched by the fire yet. Ellie looks around the room. Her sight lands on a window, narrow but enough to fit the both of you. Ellie takes you to the entrance of the window, letting go of your hand to pull the window up but it’s welded. “Fuck, fuck, hold on lemme find something to break this shit.” she says, frantically looking for something to break the window with. Until you stop her, “Use the lamp!” Ellie watches your hand point at the lamp. She nods, grabbing the lamp before walking back to the window. Banging can be heard from the door. Ellie is running out of time.
With one swift, fatal blow the window shattered, Ellie immediately drops the lamp on the ground. Looking at you, “Okay baby, lemme go first so i can help you get out quicker, okay?” Ellie says and with a nod of approval, she immediately crawls out with ease. Once outside on the roof, she balances herself by grabbing the windowsill calling out for you, “Cmon baby, I got you.” she says, looking at the door, it’s almost broken through. Ellie’s heart is racing, she has to get you outta of here.
“Okay!” you say frantically, rushing to the window and grabbing Ellie's hand as you try crawling through the window but with an injured shoulder, it’s proving difficult. You groan out in pain, but Ellie doesn’t give you a break. “Cmon baby, you’re almost there.” she encourages. You’re almost out of the window, Ellie has a smile on her face until she sees a hand grabbing your injured shoulder as you yell in pain.
Her smile immediately falters, fear is coursing through veins as she’s playing a cruel game of tug o’ war to save you. She’s pulling, screaming, “I’ve got you, don’t let go!” The man behind has a significant advantage over you while Ellie grips is sliding. She leans her weight back pulling you, desperately trying to save you. It’s not enough, the man grabs your other shoulder before successfully pulling you back in the house.
When this happens, Ellie tumbles back and falls off the roof. The last thing Ellie ever sees of you again is you screaming for her while pulled into the burning mansion before she hits her head, going unconscious.
The sounds of familiar voices slowly faded in but weren’t helping the pain in her head. With a groan, she lifts her hand to her head, rubbing her forehead gently as if she could soothe the pain. Opening her eyes, she winces to the sight of the lamp lighting hitting her sensitive eyes. She looks around the room, confused about where she is. Until she sees Joel sleeping on a leather chair in the corner of the room.
“Joel?” She says weakly. Joel’s eyes immediately shoot open and before Ellie can blink, Joel is by her side, stroking her head gently. “Hey kiddo.” he says, he looks tired. “Relax, you’re back in Jackson.” Ellie gulps, her throat feeling drying, “Where, why am this bed? Where—” She trails off, her mind is fuzzy. She’s trying to recollect what happened but one thing or rather one person came to ease her mind, you. She felt her body run cold and Joel could see it, “—Where's y/n?” she finished her response, sounding more frantic.
Joel’s expression morphs into a uncomforting one for Ellie. “You’ve been in a two day coma and for y/n—“ he trails off sighing, before responding, “—Ellie i’m sorry but they found her remains in the aftermath.” “What, no, no!” Ellie immediately sits up, not believing it. “No you have to—“ she trails off because suddenly she can’t breathe. Her heart is pounding out of her chest. Every breath she tries to take, she feels her windpipe is tightening.
“Breathe Ellie, breathe” Joel encourages, “It’s okay.” It wasn’t okay, god knows it wasn't. Ellie spent the next months in blur, all her days felt one long one. When she was discharged from the infirmary of Jackson, she wanted to go out and track down those people who killed you. But she could, the nurse said her body still needed healing for another few weeks. So when she did get better, she knew there was no point in trying to look for your killers. She had to accept the fact that she’d never see your beautiful face again.
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Present…
Months laters…
Ellie was finally living her life again, most days she felt guilty for even doing that. With the support of others around her, she pulled through those moments of guilt. It didn’t mean she didn’t love you any less or found the shared memories you two had any invaluable, no. But she couldn’t live in darkness forever. Life went on so she tried to as well.
In the passing months, Ellie took better care of herself. She still had her job at the nursery but after a while of working there, she quit. She eventually moved back into going on patrols. Natalie and Travis had been her main courage to actually go through with this decision. It took trials and errors to get the hang of patrol after not doing it for so long.
One day, she’s coming back from patrol with Natalie. Settling off of her horse, Natalie says her goodbyes before walking off to meet up with Travis. When Ellie hears commotion behind her as she’s grabbing her gear off of Shimmer. Turning around to see what was happening. She sees another patrol rushing in on their horses with new arrivals on the back of their horses.
Ellie immediately rushes over to get a better view on what’s happening when she freezes, her face trying pale like she saw a ghost, because she did. When the horses came to a stop, people came rushing in to help the new arrivals off the horses. They all looked famished and some were wounded. But one of them stuck out from the rest of them.
Ellie stares at this woman as they’re helping her off the horse. She’s skinny and frail looking, her hair looked like it’d been cut off into a fucked up pixie cut. but Ellie recognized that face. Her throat felt suddenly dry, her heart was racing and pounding out of her chest.
“Y/n?” She finally grasped out.
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