#lsyr

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✨out of context✨

thank you for the tags ! @futuraa-free @schnarfer @gnpwdrnwhiskey @sin-djarin

the rules: if you're tagged, make a new post and share one or two sentences (or lines for artists) from your unposted WIP with zero context.

He isn’t even sure if you noticed that he stayed behind, but that stirring behind his chest, one that’s become more insistent when you’re around, froze up to a painful knot at the thought of leaving you alone like this. Like you were caught someplace where he could not find you.  If he were a different man, he would be capable of knowing how to bring you back.  So, straddling this widening gap he fears slipping off of, Joel lands on the only thing he knows where there is some common ground: “Don’t think I said anything before, but Ellie’s a pretty brave kid.”

i'm at 14k you guys lsyr part 2 is coming i swear

lets see what the moots are up to: @sp00kymulderr @mermaidgirl30 @jennaispunk @the-scandalorian @itsokbbygrl @endlessthxxghts @ezrasbirdie-main @boliv-jenta

#taylor tags #lsyr #wip sunday

[haechan]

countdown to haechan’s bday (d-1): 37.5% viewer rating haechan cam ☀️ pt.2

#nctinc #nct #nct dream #nct 127 #haechan #donghyuck #gifs #mine #hyuckweek

[j-h-ditchfield]

Tiny seahorse for @jodiebyramdavies 👍 #tattoo #tattoos #tattoosofinstagram #natureillustration #etsyshop #design #art #drawing #illustration #etsy #scientificillustration #tattooapprentice #2019 #British #etching #instaart #nature #tattooart #instanature #iblackwork #tattoodesign #blackflashwork #shelltattoo #flashsheet #shell #seashell #seahorse (at Wonderland Studio) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxmmyU-lSyR/?igshid=eqo5644r9yr5

#tattoo #tattoos #tattoosofinstagram #natureillustration #etsyshop #design #art #drawing #illustration #etsy #scientificillustration #tattooapprentice #2019 #british #etching #instaart #nature #tattooart #instanature #iblackwork #tattoodesign #blackflashwork #shelltattoo #flashsheet #shell #seashell #seahorse

[lou-tom-tram-collectibles-art]

Did this a Year ago. Just working with Paints and Software Art #lou_tom_tram_ART #LOUnacyArt #SupportART #FamilyFriendsArtAndComics #TheComicCollectorsGuild @thecomiccollectorsguild #truecollectorshelptruecollectors #HelpYourFellowCollector #KeepCalmAndCollectOn #truecollector #HelpYourFellowHumanBeing (at Nassau County, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_NT6l-lsYR/?igshid=phljm96hc6fd

#lou_tom_tram_art #lounacyart #supportart #familyfriendsartandcomics #thecomiccollectorsguild #truecollectorshelptruecollectors #helpyourfellowcollector #keepcalmandcollecton #truecollector #helpyourfellowhumanbeing

[oyvavoy]

GGGh im so tired i fkddp fallimh asleep ik gonns be lsyr

#log

[bromxclassifieds]

كاميرا كشف وفحص أسفل السيارة

https://www.bromx.com/classifieds/electronics/kmyr-kshf-wfhs-sfl-lsyr-40083.html?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

#إلكترونيات

[iounini]

默默的想靠近對方

第一次在此處與妳相見 很多很多沒想過的 此刻我們都在創造 時間很快感覺很深 不過一場夢罷了 0218 lsyr

[lelbaia]

متجر السيرة الذاتية انفوجرافيك

متجر السيرة الذاتية انفوجرافيك احصل على سيرة ذاتية احترافية بلمسة انفوجرافيك عصرية تختصر وقتك و جهدك و تمنحك فرص النجاح انفوجرافيك نظرة واحدة تختصر كل مهاراتك هل ترغب في امتلاك سيرة ذاتية احترافية هل مللت مختلف اشكال السيرة الذاتية التقليدية هل تمتلك رؤية…

https://lelbaia.com/okhra-ealanat-mobawaba-majanih/mtgr-lsyr-lth-ty-nfogr-fyk.html

#اعلانات مبوبة #lelbaia #للبيع #اعلانات مجانية #اعلان مجاني #الجميع - للبيع - موقع اعلانات مجانية مبوبة

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Taylor!! Congrats on 1k!!! You’re such a sparkling presence in our fandom 💕 sending this in a little early. Can we do 🦉 for Lover, Share Your Road? I’d love to hear your thoughts on how the fic came to be and what inspired you!

🥹 AND you are a delight! thank you for sending this in!

so lsyr actually came out of another follower celebration 😅 i opened up a choose your own adventure fic and the followers picked Joel Miller.

now i've read a lot of joel miller fic in my time and a lot of it has been truly spectacular! so, to be totally honest, i was kinda nervous about attempting to write joel for the first time. i waffled for a long time about how to approach it -- mostly crying long and loud to @ravensmadreads about it until she suggested an au -- more specifically a different time period. from there, i think it was a matter of figuring out what story i wanted to tell, what aspect of joel i wanted to explore. the idea of isolation and what it does to people is interesting to me. can we survive on one person alone? is that enough? why do we self-isolate when the thing we need the most is connection? the lone wolf side of the lone wolf and cub trope often comes from exile or rejection, but what if it's intentional?

i also had fun creating narrative foils for Joel and Sarah, in Ellie and reader!

these are the things i wanted to poke around with in my fic -- plus the image of joel covered in dust and grime with a bandana around his neck made me think Unwell Thoughts . . .

so here we are. i hope that was a good enough answer for you! i love talking about the psychology of joel miller so please feel free to stop by any time! Here's the snippet of part 2 as promised:

Joel never rushes unless he means to. He holds everything in before he speaks, each word as deliberate as the sway of his shoulders, the crunch of his knuckles. But this – how he talks now as if the words he says are chosen at the very last second – it feels like he’s hiding something. In the failing light, you face him, eyebrows tugged down.  “Joel? What is it?”  At the table, he’s no longer digging around in the pack. With one hand on his hip, fingers lightly pressing into the wood surface, he braces for impact. He works his jaw back and forth, eating letter after letter, word after word, until – “Come here.” 

we're parting the veil between worlds - come celebrate with me and my 1k followers!

#1k celebration #lsyr #come gather round while i wax poetic about themes and narrative foils #seriously yall are gonna have to 'stage hook' me down from this #joel miller

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History of the American Dust Bowl

The series of intense dust storms, starting in 1930 and affecting the southern plains of the United States, has been called the greatest ecological disaster ever to happen on American soil. Over the next decade, tens-of-thousands of people were forced to leave their homes under apocalyptic conditions: rolling storms that blocked out the sun, wind laced with particles sharp enough to blind, dust filling up and choking the lungs of the young and old. 

Starting with the trade embargo on Russia during World War I, the value of wheat in America and around the world sky-rocketed. The US Government made offers, real estate agents made promises, and an unusual wet season strengthened conviction: come to the prairie, grow wheat for our soldiers – there’s money to be made. 

As large-scale farming expanded on the Prairies, inexperienced farmers or “sodbusters” replaced indigenous grasses with wheat crops. In less than ten years, over one hundred million acres of prairie land – overused by mechanized equipment and exacerbated by a severe drought – lost its topsoil and became an instant target for wind erosion. The country’s financial bedrock had been bled dry and now the land had been wrung out too. 

In April 1945, on a day that became known as Black Sunday, around 4PM, a rapidly moving “black blizzard” hit Kansas. High winds at 100 miles an hour reportedly displaced 300,000 tons of topsoil. The rolling cloud was over 1,000 miles long, and covered 800 miles by the time it dissipated. Drivers were forced to take refuge in their cars, while other residents hunkered down in basements, barns, fire stations and tornado shelters, as well as under beds. 

Folksinger Woody Guthrie, then 22, who sat out the storm at his Pampa, Texas home, recalled that “you couldn’t see your hand before your face.” Inspired by proclamations from some of his companions that the end of the world was at hand, he composed a song titled “So Long, It’s Been Good to Know Yuh.” Guthrie would also write other tunes about Black Sunday, including “Dust Storm Disaster.”

This was by far the worst storm suffered by those in the southern plains (an area reaching from the north of Texas, up the Dakotas and out to Kansas and Oklahoma), and as a result 17 people died, and three suffocated from the dirty wind. As a direct result of American greed and disregard for the natural world, the very skin of the Earth had been ripped up, leaving behind loose, dry soil – abandoned with no concern for conservation and regrowth. All of this, on top of a financial downturn that left over three millions of Americans without jobs, a home, or income. 

For many, the Dust Bowl was the closest they ever got to the end of the world, nature’s apocalypse. Much of the Red Cross relief and FDR’s conservation efforts were focused on regrowing that topsoil and putting thousands of out-of-work farmers back on the land. By working in harmony with the land, the southern prairie was rebuilt, the dust storms died down, and the economy righted itself in the face of a new world war. 

Apocalypse averted.

In 2023, global weather conditions are changing again due to man-made intervention and ecological carelessness. Year after year, heat records are broken and droughts last longer and longer. The earth is adapting to fit rising temperatures and expanding greenhouse gasses. It is evolving, much like a fungus, to meet its needs in a new climate. 

Hopefully, this fic feels as foreign as an AU can, but as familiar as the show’s concern for global warming. There are no blind, clicking zombies in this fic, but there are monsters. 

There are always monsters at the end of the world.

#lsyr #lover share your road

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augury 🦉 - a powerful omen of things to come. send me this and i’ll share a paragraph from one of my wips and talk a bit about it (feel free to pick a specific wip/on-going series if you'd like)

YEAH, I WANNA KNOW HOW MY DUST BOWL DADDY BF JOEL MILLER IS DOING THANKS

dust bowl daddy mr. miller, with his daughter and new boarders are doing just fine. it's late summer now, harvest coming soon. so everyone's great, even. everyone is getting along totally platonically and normally.

His dirty thumb smears brown over the lip of the jar. He thinks of delicate skin, raw pink, a painful pink, and the thing he has in his hands would soothe that ache. He thinks this might form the words I thought of you when his own fucking mouth can’t. The muscle between his shoulder blades twinges painfully as he takes off his pack and slips the jar inside.

no one is characteristically not thinking about the thing person they cant stop thinking about - everything is totally totally fine

(we're about half way through and now that my schedule has slowed down i really want to get back to our favorite dusty apocalypse people)

we're parting the veil between worlds - come celebrate with me and my 1k followers!

#1k celebration #lsyr #lover share your road

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could we have a sneak peak of lsyr pt. 2? 🤭🤭🤭

Only because you asked so nicely!

That anxious churn in his gut skyrockets at the sight of that guitar, the guitar that’s been hidden away for months, because he couldn’t keep vacillating between trying to write his own songs alone or smashing it up against the side of the house. 

“Yes, but don’t touch it.”

Ellie gets a few strums out, her eyes wide in fascination, before Joel’s big hand wraps around the neck, but she squeezes the body. 

“Wait, you’re saying you can play this thing? Far out!”

Joel huffs, that righteous anger that usually accompanies the sight of this guitar worryingly absent and instead replaced by a longing that thickens the longer he watches someone else hold his guitar, the same one he first picked up at her age. 

He thinks of the radio and her question, how do you make them afraid, coming from the girl with big brown eyes looking up at him now. Eyes that remind him that an entire world exists outside of this farm and his land. 

He lets go. 

Ellie strums some more, the body far too big for her, the notes cracking and the strings creaking. 

“Don’t take this the wrong way, man, but you do not seem like the type.” With her tongue out, she tries pinching down on the strings with her pinkie finger but she can barely reach it. 

“Y-you know any chords?” His throat is dry.

“Pfft, like hell, dude. I’ve always wanted to learn to play, like Hank Williams.” 

The surprise jolts Joel out of his stiffness. “You listen to a lot of Hank Williams?” He arches an eyebrow at her. 

“My neighbor loved Hank Williams. Little starchy for me, but she’d let me watch TV with her after school. He’s okay, I guess.”

“Well, even Hank started with the basic chords. C’mere.” 

thanks for reading! 🤍

#lsyr #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #the last of us hbo

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lsyr pt. 2 when? 😍🤭😣

love your work! x

hi nonnie!

so, apparently, turning 30, trying to plan a wedding, and helping your sister in law host a baby shower all in the same month is NOT conducive to fic writing...

it's coming! i'm about halfway through :)

#thanks for asking! #if anyone wants a snippet lemme know! :) #lsyr #lover share your road

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Sources

The conditions and situations of these Americans, both economic and ecological, are reflected in this fic. Some dates are fudged and locations suffer from minor historical inaccuracies for the sake of plot, but for research, I read several first hand accounts of the Dust Bowl, Black Sunday, and the Great Depression – all of which are reflected somewhere here. I used Timothy Egan’s The Worst Hard Times and the Ken Burns documentary The Dust Bowl as main sources, but for more please consider these additional sources that I used to create this world:

Babb, S. (2013). Whose names are unknown: A novel. University of Oklahoma Press. 

Henderson, C. (1935a, June 30). Letter from the Dust Bowl. The Atlantic. Retrieved from https://www.loa.org/. 

Nathaniel Scharping, N., Goldfarb, B., Goldfarb, B., Pearce, F., Pearce, F., Clayton, ​Jenipher Changwanda and Freddie, & Clayton, ​Jenipher Changwanda and Freddie. (n.d.). As the climate warms, could the U.S. face another Dust Bowl?. Yale E360. https://e360.yale.edu/features/as-the-climate-warms-could-the-u.s.-face-another-dust-bowl 

McLeman, R. A., Dupre, J., Berrang Ford, L., Ford, J., Gajewski, K., & Marchildon, G. (2014). What we learned from the Dust Bowl: Lessons in science, Policy, and adaptation. Population and environment. https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4015056/ 

Ashley. (2015, December 18). 25 rare photos in Oklahoma taken during the Great Depression. OnlyInYourState®. https://www.onlyinyourstate.com/oklahoma/ok-great-depression/ 

#lsyr #lover share your road

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Just wondering if Lover share your road is still on your list to be updated? It kind of hooked me.😉

hi there friendo! it absolutely is! we've gone through some of the 1K celebration requests, so now i'm gonna spend some time working on getting part two out! thank you for asking!

#lsyr #taylor talks

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WIP wednesday

thanks for the tag @noxturnalpascal @burntheedges @wannab-urs! @nerdieforpedro *cracks open WIP folder and a puff of dust and an Old Man Groan leaks out*

Step one: post snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet)

Step two: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on

Step three: every vote is one minute you put on a timer to work on that fic (ex. 15 votes = 15 minutes of writing)

feel free to send me asks about any of these!

snippets and poll under the cut!

i know these folks are gonna have more interesting wips than me! @ezrasbirdie @morallyinept @sp00kymulderr @schnarfer @haylzcyon

lsyr part ii - joel miller:

It’ll be small. Just a latch. Your fingers brush his wrist, eyes downcast, lashes soft against the curve of your cheek. There’s a smear of something green on the sleeve of your dress. Fresh grass, maybe? Herbs from your garden? The light behind you illuminates the thin skin of your ear, the supple drop of your earlobe. He knows he should be listening, you’ve worked hard to make this supply run as quick and easy as possible for him and yet – 

le petite mort - dirtbag!dieter:

It’s arousing. It’s elicit. You swallow, drink in hand entirely forgotten.  All this time, for all these years, your mother had proudly displayed artistic pornography for everyone to see. Two people fucking, right under your nose.

riders of the purple sapir - din djarin

For as long as he lived, he’d never forget the look on your face the morning after, when he walked back into the shack and found you curled up under stiff blankets, a blade in your hand and panic in your eyes. Bloody, tear-stained, and trembling, you were going to use the last of your strength to kill him, had he been a stranger. But the instant your eyes recognized him, you dropped the blade and fresh tears ran down your face.

summary: twelfth night with dieter bravo bc i want to play with my favorite screaming bisexual

#taylor tags #feels weird leaving it open for a week but guess who is not on the same time as most of the mutuuuals!