Anti Zionism / antisemitism in the last of us fandom
I was scrolling through the last of us tag here and I came across this A/N
What you’re doing here is using the term Zionist as a derogatory term to describe a Jewish person.
Look, the creator is Israeli-American. Israelis are allowed to create things and exist in the public domain. The game has nothing to do with the conflict. if you don’t like the fact that the creator of your favourite show and game is Israeli, don’t watch/play it. It’s as a simple as that.
The only connection is that he’s Jewish Israeli. If you assume his work has some ulterior motive or hidden war propaganda , based on that- surprise, that’s antisemitic
Unfortunately , this is not the first time I’ve encountered this phenomenon
There are so many misguided donation links, posts and misinformation regarding the conflict/ anti Israel/ posts with plain antisemitic rhetorics in this fandom. It’s honestly so frustrating to see how you’re promoting such misinformation.
The game has nothing to with Israel/ Palestine. Stop projecting your propaganda on everything made by Israelis or Jews
Literally do a quick google search- Neil Druckmann , the creator , said he was inspired by other zombie games and games he was working on …
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I am not going to tag any users or the user whose post I’ve added here as I don’t want to harass them.
What is important here is the message, not finger pointing at specific users.
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Somethin' About You ~ Joel Miller x reader
Word count: 1,297
Warnings: smut, loooove, size kink, unprotected p in v, creampie, ngl small breeding kink but only subtle, oral (not well described), rougher sex (also not too detailed)
Author's Note: God, I hate writing endings to stories because I suck at it. This came to me last night after genuinely thinking about Joel in bed saying 'it feels good for me too.' I need an exorcism. Wish I could write smut well.
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The first thing you noticed about him was his size. How large he was compared to you. There was something primal about it; the urge to curl up behind him and let him protect you the way he wanted to. You tried to fight it-you did- but when he approached you that night, slightly tipsy as an old country song drawled out into the lively bar, you knew you were gone.
He’d apologised instantly about how brash he was being, that he never usually approached women the way he approached you. ‘There’s just somethin’ ‘bout you’, he confessed, shrugging with a slight crease between his eyebrows. Half an hour later he fucked you in the bars’ bathroom- it was messy- but for weeks after it, all you could think about was the way he towered over you, his arms caging you to the sink as he forced you to take everything he had to offer.
You couldn’t help but go back for more. And he made no efforts to try and stop it, albeit, he did worry about you; how small and fragile you could be with him. He was afraid to hurt you. ‘Could never hurt me, Joel’ you whispered to him in the early hours of the morning, your legs tangled together under the sheets.
The long and frustrating day you had was apparent on your face as you walked up the stairs of Joel's porch. Whatever the two of you started with- a simple fuck every time one of you needed it- had transformed into something more, something deeper. This is why when Joel opened the door and saw your worn-out expression, he immediately pulled you into his chest, leading you inside his house.
"Here, baby." He softly spoke, handing you a glass of water. He watched you as you drank, nodding happily with himself after you finished it off. "What happened?" He asked gently after a few minutes of silence.
You shrug, "Just... Just a long day. Feel like I'm letting everyone around me down."
He sighed deeply, moving closer to you on the couch, "Not lettin' me down. Doubt you're lettin' anyone else down too. You worry t'much 'bout other people- worry 'bout what they think of ya." He stays silent for a beat before adding, "Ya shouldn't worry 'bout that."
"Well, I do." You say, shaking your head slightly as you lean back into him, dragging your hands across your weary eyes.
He breathes you in, his nose to your hair. "Just need a break, huh, baby? Need some lovin'." You nod tiredly, unable to do much else. "Can I get a verbal 'yes'?" He mutters.
You look up at him, "Want you, Joel. Want to feel you inside me." He breathes in deeply after your confession, pulling himself up off the couch, and slowly leading you to his bedroom.
He tasted you first, his head nestled in between your legs, licking and sucking relentlessly, desperate to bring you to your release. He moaned through it all, his hips rutting uselessly into the mattress below him, his hands clutching your hips, your stomach, and your thighs. He made you come in record time, your head flying back into the pillow, legs still shaking as he slowly pulled away and started moving up your body.
His heavy cock brushed against your thigh, sending a new wave of arousal up through your body; always ready for him. "Need it bad, don't ya?" He whispered to himself, circling your clit for a few seconds before moving his hand to his cock, jerking it a few times as you watched you pant up at him. "How?"
You knew what he was asking, how did you want it tonight? Always giving you an option, always so thoughtful. He looked angelic above you, legs and torso so long and wide, resting on either side of you. "Want you behind me." You say, looking once over at him before you shift around, resting your stomach and face on the mattress and your knees bent, laying easy and sensual for him.
He responded quickly, rubbing your pussy one last time before lining himself up behind you, grabbing onto your hips tightly. As he pushed inside of you, memories flashed behind your eyes- memories of the first time he'd fucked you in that bathroom. No matter how many times he'd make his way inside you, there was still some discomfort that came along with his size. 'Will it fit?" You'd asked him that night, looking at him with wide eyes. 'We'll make it fit, honey, gonna feel real good.' Was how he'd responded.
"Fuck." He hissed between his teeth, pushing all the way into you until he couldn't anymore. "God, always tight for me. Perfect pussy." He babbled, slowly pulling out before roughly pushing back in, his hips moving to create a steady rhythm.
"Want it harder." You beg, pushing up slightly from the mattress to steal a look at him. His brows furrowed and teeth snared as he looked down at his length disappearing into you over and over again. He looked at you and nodded, hands squeezing you tighter as he pulled you back into his thrusts. He fucks you how you need, his hips banging into yours, pushing you further up the bed. You moaned loudly, matching the volume of the headboard banging into the wall in front of you.
A particularly hard thrust sent your knees tumbling into the mattress, your body laying flat now. It didn't stop him, it only spurred him more, his arms shooting out to the sides of your head, his thighs hitting the back of yours. You were cock-drunk, unable to think about anything other than him. God, he was so fucking big. You could feel him behind you, he was everywhere. Your hands reached out and grabbed his wrists, stabling yourself against his rough pace.
"Feels so- ah, fuck- so good." You cry out, your face smushed against the soft material of the bed, your hair falling down from your shoulders into your face.
"Yeah, I know it does, baby. Feels good to me too." He growled, nuzzling his head to the crook of your neck, every breath he took causing your hair to move. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum. You want it deep? Like when I fuck you deep like this?" He groaned, his rhythm slightly faltering.
"Yes, I love it. Want you to fill me up, Joel. Love feeling you like this." You moaned, your orgasm close to tattering off the edge. "So good." You whisper, your legs quivering as you come, your hands squeezing his wrists tightly. He stilled behind you, spurts of his own release pushing inside you. You could feel him twitching, his breath coming in hot as he all but collapsed on top of you.
"Perfect." He whispered, "S'good to me." He lay on top of you for a moment, catching his breath as he muttered into your hair, his cock softening inside you. "Lemme have a look, baby." He asked, slowly pulling out of you as he moved back, groaning at the sight of his come seeping out of you.
You lay still, moaning softly when he pushed his fingers back inside you gently, pushing his come back where he wanted it. "Fuckin' full of me." He groaned, leaning down to kiss your shoulder.
"Can I stay here? Tired..." You mumble, peering at him as he falls back onto his bed next to you. His hair lay messily across his forehead, a stray curl falling into his eye. You move it away gently.
He smiled softly, pushing your hair behind your ear in return before moving slightly to pull the covers up over your bodies, "Can stay however long you want. Want ya here."
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rewatching s1 of broadchurch even tho im halfway through my first watch of s3 because i have an obsession with rewatching things and DAMN there are way more hints at who ended up being the killer than i originally thought, and a bunch of moments that are really ironic in hindsight
spoilers under the cut (yes it came out like 10 years ago but im still putting a spoiler warning)
ep1 - joe and ellie talk in the kitchen after hardy makes the statement to the media
joe: do you know what happened? i mean should we be worried for other kids?
on first watch, his tone of voice and body language here just seem like confused and worried parent, but on second, there's definitely a hint of panic in his voice
ep2 - joe, tom and fred in the cafe
joe: this is a terrible, unspeakable thing thats happened. but nothing like it will ever happen again here
tom: you cant know that though can you? you cant be sure
then after this joe's facial expression looks SO guilty like he can't think how to respond
ep3 - hardy questioning tom with joe in the room
hardy: can you think of anyone who would want to hurt danny?
THEN THE CAMERA IMMEDIATELY CUTS TO JOE. ik near the end joe swears he never wanted to hurt him but this is still a rly clever piece of editing, i love when shows do this. also the fact that in every scene where he's questioning tom, joe's in the room and occasionally talks but he's never in the frame of the camera hardys using to record it. he was literally right under their noses the entire time and they never suspected because they were focused on other people too much
ep4 hardy goes to the millers" for dinner
this scene hits so much different on second viewing holy shit. at one point they're talking about marriage and work and how hardy's divorce was partially work-related and:
hardy: this job, it does it to you
ellie: well, not to us
ellie actually makes me sob she loves her life so much then it all just comes crashing down on her
joe: do you think you're gonna solve this case?
hardy: certain.
joe: good :)
joe's reply itself here makes sense but there's a few seconds before he says it where his face is just blank and mildly panicked. he's genuinely worrying about being caught at this point.
now this one isn't a direct hint or anything but just if you think about the dialogue in a different context...yeah it fits
hardy: you bloody liar
joe: ive said nothing
hardy: and yet-
joe said nothing to the police or ellie and yet was lying the WHOLE time.
ep5 - brian asks ellie out
ellie: sorry, im married
brian: and thats an issue is it?
ellie: happily married, brian
brian: oh. okay, fair enough. only lots of people aren't though, are they?
ellie: i am.
THE IRONY OH ELLIE LET ME GIVE YOU A HUG PLEASE
ep6 - jack's wake
ellie spends the whole scene looking around to see if anyone looks worried, at one point she looks into a room (seemingly at nige but joe is stood nearby having a different conversation) and she makes eye contact with joe RIGHT as the camera cuts away
ep 6 - joe takes tom to the skate park and ellie arrives
ellie: i was just looking round that bar at the wake thinking "its someone here, why cant i see it?" the longer this goes on, im starting to suspect everyone
joe: when you say everyone...
ellie: well, nearly everyone
this is probably the most obvious hint that i can't believe i didn't catch on to. of COURSE they're gonna make a point for the killer to be the ONE person ellie LITERALLY SAYS she isn't suspicious of.
ep7 - ellie lets susan leave the police station
ellie (about susan's past with her husband and daughters): in your own house, how could you not know?
just ow. the irony of it all. fucking ow.
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