#tlou musings

[insomniamamma]

I've seen a bunch of back and forth about whether or not Joel made the right decision in saving Ellie at the expense of a cure for cordyceps. He's wrong for saving her at the expense of the world. The cure would have worked. The cure couldn't work. The Fireflies are poorly organized militants who can't possibly make this cure work. Marlene is a power hungry psychopath. Ellie would have wanted to give her life if she had the option.

None of this matters because for Joel, in that moment, there was no decision to be made. He is not weighing the fate of the world against the life of one person. He is not thinking of Ellie's agency or lack thereof. There is no weighing of what is right or wrong, for the greater good.

His focus narrows to getting to Ellie and getting her the fuck out of there. That is all he cares about in that moment. There's no moral calculation there's just her. Joel is not rationalizing his actions. He is acting.

As a parent, I can tell you. If someone took my son from me and said we need him to save the world but we're going to cut into his brain and kill him to do it? Fuck the world. The world can burn. You'd have to kill me first.

#tlou thoughts #tlou musings #joel miller #the last of us #tlou spoilers #the last of us spoilers #people keep acting like how did joel rationalise this? #bitch he didn't #this fucking show

[joeloverture]

it's been on my mind since i've started reading tlou reader-insert, but i just want to let you all know: plus-sized people can exist in the apocalypse. there's a plethora of reasons why:

genetics. lack of eating can cause slower digestion. your body enters survival mode and slows down your metabolism. eating canned, processed foods that outlasted traditionally healthy foods.

people can be plus-sized and still athletic. people can be plus-sized and have 'healthy' lifestyles. people can be plus-sized and not fit your expectation of what being plus-sized is like.

i make this post because, with fatphobic rhetoric always floating around, it's hard to remember that you exist as you are, oftentimes regardless of circumstance.

#🫀 vetty’s musings #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #joel miller x f!reader #tlou hbo #tlou #ellie williams #joel miller #abby anderson #abby anderson smut #joel miller smut #ellie williams smut

[mellowumbra]

~Beautiful edges~

An alpha!Abbywerewolf! x afab!omega!reader

SMUT SMIT SMUT MDNI

will have smut, like prolly gon be nasty need holy water smut. plot! slowish burn. alpha, only female alpha you've ever met. Smut is not under the cut but will be expressed!

⚠️ warnings: porn with plot!! dom!sub dynamic, breeding(r!receiving), vulgar words, VULGARITY, descriptions of genitalia, breeding kink, werewolfheat/rut! overstimulation (r!receiving) power and strength kink

Shummary: meeting an alpha was easy. Trying not to fall in love with one? Harder than it looks.

Here is to ALL YALL freaky sob's that just want to see Abby as a werewolf,,,, I love y'all so much

Also I'm SO SORRY THIS TOOK MY MONTHS FORGIVE ME

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Relocating to the WLF had taken some time to feel somewhat normal and you owed your life to them. You were accepted as one of them, when you were first alone and near death. Omega's in the wilderness alone was a death sentence, but you managed to make your life here wonderfully enjoyable. As close as normal got, it all flew straight out the window when you met Abby Anderson.

Was it strange to meet a female alpha with unbridled power, skill, and rage? Absolutely. Did she scare the ever loving shit out of you? Absolutely. But that didn't stop you from perking your ears to listen every time her name was mentioned.

Abby was a force of nature, she commanded respect without needing to utter a single word. Six feet of muscle and piercing blue eyes that glowed gold and opulent when her wolf appeared. Everyone in the WLF knew about Abby, and were either terrified, infatuated, or a little bit of both. She worked for Isaac, as she was trained and worked like a dog in combat. She led the most dangerous of patrols under Isaac, the man who allowed the WLF to keep you safe, who sent her out to do his worst work.

Being an unmated alpha made it even more..interesting...

As soon as her name entered your airspace, words passed around about the alpha's skills during her rut. You could not stop the onslaught of other companions dishing tidbits during these conversations. Hell you couldn't go anywhere in the past two weeks and not hear about Abby Anderson, the most "skilled" alpha in the entire WLF. You were even more curious to why a female inherited an alpha title. You wondered why you hadn't heard her name sooner, and you soon figured out why. Abby had been in a relationship, and a serious one at that. But, that was over, from what the other omegas in your rounds gossiped about. You were surprised to hear that Abby had been dating a male, a one of almost equal rank as her. Her most recent "pursuits" were women.

You rolled your eyes at Arya's gossip and finished suturing a deep abdomen wound from your most recent patient. The man smiled at you, thanking you for the dressings and ointment. "Hey y/n," Arya says, your other medical assistant and friend catches your attention.

"Yeah? Whatcha need," you ask, wiping down your med tray and discarding a dirty needle.

Arya then asks you if you need to stay longer or if you need to head out. You reply no, you've got nowhere to be. Arya quickly discards her medical garb and ducks out, the sun already set. You sigh and work on seeing if anyone other WLF member needs to be attended to.

Something overpowering and strange enters your sense just after. It makes you stop, startled by the sudden thick air. A strong scent, almost hypnotizing. Abby Anderson is sitting on the bed across from you, blue eyes fixed on your figure. You start, now taken aback at how she appeared almost soundlessly.

"Jesus Anderson you scared the shit out of me," you swore, walking over to inspect a large shoulder wound running from her shoulder to mid bicep. Her muscles glisten with sweat, a now failing stitch job visible against her skin. Her honey hair in a signature loose braid, freckles dotting her neck and shoulders, clad in a gray tank top that exposes her skin to the blistering sun. "Sorry, is' just a habit," she breathes, "I didn't mean to startle you."

Her smile is dizzying but wanton, skin too white. She's in pain.

"It's alright, what are we looking at huh? A mighty alpha needing some help?" You tease, lifting her arm to assess her shitty patch job. Abby hissing at the pain or the figurative jab, you weren't sure.

You smile quietly, adding in a few words of "Alright gimme a second, I can fix you up."

"Thank you y/n, if I tell Manny that his stitch job was shit he'd take it personally," she chuckles dryly to avoid the grimace of you cleaning her wound with alcohol.

The stench almost clears your nostrils of her overpowering scent, almost. With a steady hand, you begin to swiftly move a needle through her flesh. The skin gave way easy to the needle, signalling she must've avoided coming here for a few hours, at least.

"You avoided coming in here, at least since before dinner," you say brazenly.

Abby puffs a quick breath through her nose, unhappy with the answer you've settled on.

"Maybe I did."

You can feel her eyes on you, this whole time. She follows the movements of your fingers, you can hear her nose purposefully inhale quickly at least once, and your cheeks heat at the sudden interest she's taken in you. Her scent is making your mind do flips, alphaalphaalphaalpha repeating in your head by your unhelpful wolf. Your hands almost shaky by the end, Abby rolls her shoulder with the new bandage applied.

"Keep that one for at least the next 2 days, or until you've noticed its leaked through your bandage. Keep it as dry and clean as possible," you instruct.

Abby just flashes you a blinding smile. "You do a good job, I feel better already. Thanks doll," she flashes a wink at you, smirk in her eyes.

That wink makes your ears turn red, palms suddenly sweaty. You roll your eyes to act nonchalant, placing a narcotic in her hand.

"Take these no less than 12 hours apart with food, and I mean it Anderson, with food," you say, fingers brushing one another's as you close her fingers around the pills. A resounding shock zaps through your fingers as fast as lightning, snapping her head up at you. Her eyes flash red just as fast, replaced by their usual blue.

Your eyes are wide, hand zinging from some unseen energy. Abby thanks you silently with a nod, hands stuffed in her pockets, and rushes off.

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Ever since that day in the infirmary, Abby is never out of your sight. During inventory rounds with your other med students, led my Abby's surgeon father, Dr. Anderson. She's always just looming. Your friends start to ask questions when the blonde walks into the infirmary one day, looking as healthy as ever.

You stare curiously as catch her eye, when she throws another wink at you. All your other friends blush and try to look busy.

"You don't look in pain Anderson?" You question, raising an eyebrow.

"No," she chuckles, "but I do want to ask if you had any extra isopropyl alcohol on you? One of my buddies managed to get blood all over a cell, and we need a cleanup," she says, so casually.

You start, but manage to stutter out a response.

"Um y-yeah we have some but it's not here yet, I can bring it to you in an hour or so?" You question, to which she just nods and winks at you.

"Find me in the FOB on the first floor sugar!" She calls out, leaving you a blushing mess.

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Some time later, alcohol in hand, you make your way to the FOB, when a sharp pain in your abdomen makes you lean against a wall in a back hallway. You shake your head, trying to clear your head as your wolf has taken over, screaming for help. Panic ensues. You know any willing male werewolf will hear you, and you sink into a corner.

Someone rounds the corner, and you can't see who it is as your vision is blurry with tears. You turn your head away to ease the embarrassment. The same overpowering scent you remember from two weeks ago invades your mind, and your wolf goes nuts. It's Abby, and she knows exactly what's happening.

SMUT I REPEAT SMUT

"I'm so sorry please don't come closer pleaseAbby," you beg through near tears, your heat blinding and painful. Quick breaths through your nose accompanied with full body shakes makes Abby growl lowly. She knew you needed to be claimed, the pain unbearable for her future mate to endure. A rumble in her throat makes you tilt your head towards the ceiling, breaths coming in faster. That growl is pure power, pure dominance. The fear in your heart of her power comes through your eyes and Abby realizes your fear, and it hurts. Your intoxicating scent fills her nose like a fog, your fight against a need to be taken care of slowly failing. Your heat and scent flies down to Abby's pelvis, unable to stop the whirlwind of arousal she feels.

"Hey, hey look at me," she commands, power still in her voice. She's knelt to your eye level. Don't be sorry baby. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise y/n, I promise. Please, let me take you somewhere safer," Abby begs. Alphas don't beg, they command. Her beg, plea has you staring in her eyes, desperate to believe her.

You pant, fear still swirling in your eyes. Abby just offers her hands, warm and calloused. After not saying anything, she slowly lifts you into her arms. Eyes lidded, mouth slightly parted, your heat addled brain screams at the feeling of power and protection. You can't help but inhale deeply at her scent, your core aching for more. Abby slips you into her room.

"Y/n, please," Abby begs. "I want to help you." Her eyes are a tinge of gold, showing her alpha side. She puts her forehead gently to yours. "I know you have feelings for me," she breathes. "But I won't do a thing unless you say it's okay."

Tears streaming down your cheeks, your eyes widen in surprise. You're lucid for just a second. "Oh god Abby, I-I don't know what to say," you groan, embarrassed. Your heat is blinding, a near total body and mind need to just be taken care of.

"I won't do anything you don't want baby," she cooes, her pet name undoing your resolve.

You take a deep breath and swallow, knowing that all you've wanted is for Abby to make you hers. And only hers.

"I want to be yours. I want to be only yours," you admit, cheeks darkening. "Please tell me you feel this as strongly as I do," you rush out, fully vulnerable.

Abby's turn to be wide eyed is short lived before she lands her lips on yours, desperate and hungry. "I want nothing more then to make you my mate. I- want- nothing more -than to fuck you into -this bed- for hours," she groans as you moan into her mouth. Her lips are warm, your arms reaching out to tangle in her blond hair. Your heat is begging, burning like a fire under your skin. You whine pitifully, Abby now fully aware of your need.

"I know darling, I know," she whispers. Abby lays you down on her bed, kissing you with a new ferocity that made you tug at her clothes. Feeling her strong abs run over your now bare chest made you bite her lip, a low growl coming from Abby's throat. Her mouth kisses down your neck and reaches the softness of your chest. With lips and tongue, she sucks your nipple between her teeth, licking it as it grows in need. Moaning at this was music to your alpha's ears. Your breasts are damp with spit and raised pink nipples fall in her mouth as she attends to one after the other.

She pulls your pants off, letting your heat racked body shiver at the sudden coolness. Her eyes flash a deep gold now, looking you over, a wanting moan leaving her lips.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to see you like this, how long I've been wanting to do this with you," she groans, the obvious bulge in her cargo pants making your mouth water and brain go fuzzy at her words. Her hands sink into your skin, pulling the flesh as she drags her hands down your stomach and over your thighs. Your cunt is wet, glazed over with slick and need. Pink lips swollen at the want of satiation. She kisses you, hand reaching down to palm you, gathering your wetness along her fingers. Your pants have turned into whimpers, into breathy moans.

"You're so wet for me, my precious mate," she cooes, dominance leaking through her words. "I wonder how wet you'll be when I sink my cock into your wanting pussy," you moan at her words, pulling off her pants. A small gasp leaves your lips as her member springs out of her boxers.

"That is a dick of an alpha for sure," you breathe out, hearing Abby chuckle darkly at your surprise. Its shaft covered in small veins, her pink head leaking precum at the sight of your naked body. Abby leans forward on her elbows, soaking up more of your slick on her cockhead, her kisses to your lips bruising. Your scent is making her drunk, the end goal of this mating lost. Ignoring her own desperation, Abby sinks below your waist and licks a long slow strip up your center, capturing your clit in her mouth to softly suck.

"I'm not fucking you stupid until your come all over my face, my pretty mate" Abby groans.

Her name leaves your lips in a yelp, unfettered moans follow. Her tongue is masterful, her lips covered in your shiny arousal. Up and down she moves her tongue, taking time to let herself tongue fuck you, dipping into your wetness. Latching onto your clit, she sucks soft pressure and swirls her tongue. With nothing to grab onto, you resign to tugging at your alpha's long blonde locks, legs high above your head, resting on her shoulders. The muscles in her back flex and stretch as she fucks you.

"Abby, o-o-oh fuck Abby baby pleaseplease alpha please," you moan and moan, dragging your hands through her hair.

At the mention of her title, Abby growls and picks up her pace. You feel the band in your belly tighten and snap within seconds as your orgasm washes over you in a blissful wave. Your toes curl and back arches off the bed, head thrown back in a long and loud moan. Abby continues to fuck your aching cunt into overstimulation, your legs shaking and breath uneven.

"Baby, baby I can't-can't take it anymore," you whine and moan. Abby doesn't stop but unlatches herself and slaps your pussy lightly with her palm.

"You're going to take what i give you angel, and you're gonna say thank you alpha," she hums and holds your jaw with her hand. "Okay baby?" She asks.

"Yes baby," you say softly, lips puffy as Abby captures them in a deep kiss.

"Thank you alpha," you admit shyly, peeking at her reaction through your lashes. Her breathing is ragged, hair undone and messy. Her eyes are a fierce gold, desire evident.

It didn't even take a minute before she slowly sinks herself into you, squelching sounds accompanied. Snapping up her head to you, she examines your features for any sign of pain. Your eyes are half open, lips parted in an O.

"Are you hurt?" She questions, stilling inside. You slowly shake your head, gripping her shoulders and wrapping your legs around her waist. With that, Abby slowly moves through your now sopping cunt. Her breath is short, focusing on not coming too early. You wrap around her like a vice.

"Fuck-fuck fuck baby you're so wet, so tight so warm you're so perfectfuck you are soperfect," Abby moans.

You moan at her praise, tangling your fingers in her hair, reveling in the closeness of your skin. Held up by her strong arms, the muscles in her biceps flex by your head.

"Hold on tight princes," Abby whispers into your ear, nipping at the skin.

Her thrusts start slow and languid, drawing out loud moans at each bury inside you. Your moans only get louder as her Hips snap back into yours at a near brutal pace, relishing in the wet sound of skin on skin. Abby examines your fucked out state of bouncing breasts, loud breathy moans and profanity.

"Fuck Abby fuck ABBY fuckfuckfuck my alpha fuck my alpha," you moan out, whining at the feeling of her cock stretching your walls to a beautiful feeling.

"Markmemarkmeplease baby breed me please baby please," you whine out, surprising Abby at your vulgar confession.

"Yeah baby? Fuck you'resofuckingwet, you take my cock so good baby you want my pups baby? Want me to breed you like a good puppy?" Abby moans, as the slap of wet skin fills the room.

"I bet you'd like me to breed you, huh baby?" Your fucked out smile gives her the answer she needs. "Yes abby please baby breed me please don't stop," you whine.

"Dirty girl, I knew you'd like that," Abby seethes as she bites your neck, sweat on her brow.

"You wanna be all round and fuckin full for me?"

"please Abby please baby yes yes yes!" you exhale a loud moan from your chest, as she leans forward to kiss you hungrily.

In a fast motion, she flips you on your belly, arching your back and pressing your cheek into the soft mattress. Your ass on display as she spreads you to see the slick drip down your thighs. You shake your ass slowly, all shame gone, wanting to be bred like a bitch in heat.

Her hands find your hips again, fucking into your cunt immediately like the world was ending. Muffled moans and screams come from your lips, Abby moaning at your soaking pussy sucking her in and milking her cock for all it was worth. Listening to your moans go up in pitch and your cunt get tighter and tighter told Abby you were so close to coming.

"You'gon come for me baby? Come all over my cock baby, c'mon you can do it. Cream all over my cock my good puppy," she rushes out, hands pulling you back to bounce on her dick.

"Fuck-ff-fuckfuck Abby I'm gon come 'my god I'm gonna come," your legs shake and let your orgasm push Abby into hers. Abby grabs your stretched out hand and squeezes it, to ground you. White hot pleasure consumes you and the heartbeat between your legs races.

You yell her name and moan a loud FUCK, drool sticking to the side of your cheek.

But abby wasn't done yet, your pleasure just comes first.

Abby's groans grow higher and higher, as your pussy pulses around her. As she feels you completely tighten around her, Abby's orgasm explodes. She feels her cock swell and a euphoric feeling washes over at the feeling of her breeding you completely full.

"Fuck baby, fuck baby ohgod," Abby moans as she collapses against your sweat drenched skin. You moan back weakly, shivering at her slow kisses up your back.

"You're so beautiful baby, gonna be so beautiful for me," Abby whispers, pulling out slowly to your disappointment.

"Fuck princess look at you," the alpha groaned, skilled fingers pulling your puffy pink lips apart to watch her cum drip out of your overstimulated pussy. You whine again, sensitive to her touch.

She coos, kissing the swell of your ass cheek.

"Come here princess let me hold you," Abby coaxes, slowing moving your body to lay between her legs. She softly kneads your back as you lay, breathing in her scent. Soft kisses to your forehead manage to lull you into a dreamlike state.

"Rest my precious mate, I've got you baby," Abby breathes, wrapping her strong arms around your figure.

Maybe falling in love with an alpha isn't hard after all.

#the last of us #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #mel's musings #abby anderson #abby anderson x female reader #tlou abby #abby x reader #abbyasawerewolf #this woman #makes me question my life #I want a werewolf girlfriend

[jacketpotatoo]

Tlou spoilers

can we talk about how joel gives ellie a choice in deciding who to follow, and how that’s changed from the game where he simply shows up and asks her to get on the horse? how that’s so important because the line “you deserve a choice” will echo when he takes that choice away from her later? joel offers ellie agency here and she follows him without question. brilliant change that adds a whole layer of depth to the decision joel makes at the end

#THIS SHOW GETS IT #this Joel is far more outwardly insecure and less confided about his Dad-abilities and Pedro pascal is killing it #*confident #the last of us #tlou #tlou hbo #joel miller #ellie williams #jp musings #tlou spoilers

[deadsprout]

it's not a narrative accident that David the Preacher exists in the same episode as Joel finally accepting Ellie as his new daughter.

David wants to treat Ellie like an ""adult"", he wants to make her some kind of child bride because he sees how smart and worldly she is. David is the kind of guy who thrived during the apocalypse because he was a monster to begin with, and these circumstances allowed him to do what he wanted to do without consequences. He is selfish, self centered, and does not care about people at all. He was a teacher before probably not because he wanted to help students, but so he could have power over them.

Joel is the antithesis of that. Joel did not thrive, Joel lost his purpose, he became aimless. He did evil things and became a type of monster not because he wanted to, but because he had to. In this episode we saw the Joel that made Tommy afraid of him, and he didn't do it for himself, he did it for Ellie. When Joel sees what Ellie had to do to survive he comforts her, he soothes her, he treats her like the child she is.

When Joel and David look at Ellie they both see the same strength and resellience that they have. The main difference is that David thinks Ellie is like that because they both thrive in this environment. Joel sees the truth in it: that they're both like this because the world made them this way, and they didn't have a choice.

#tlou #the last of us #tlou spoilers #the last of us spoilers #musings #ellie williams #joel miller #naughty dog #hbo

[victoriacbooks]

I’m sure things to this effect have been said much more eloquently already by others but I just. A Long Long Time, man. It hit me so hard in so many ways.

And what I’ve really been thinking about since I watched it is, yeah, it’s true that Bill was surviving, not really living, before he met Frank. But I think it’s more than that. Bill cared about life. He cared about good quality food, and wine, and looking after himself. What I think the difference is, is after he met Frank, he cared about a legacy.

Think about it. Frank’s art. His insistence upon making friends, hosting them, fixing up the town even if no one but him and Bill and Joel and Tess ever saw it. Maybe no one would care, but he wanted to make things beautiful. He cared about art, about leaving something behind.

When I was watching, I was struck with the realisation that there is no way that story could’ve been the same if it were a hetero couple. Other people have already pointed out how much more powerfully the line “older means we’re still here” hits when you realise the context of Bill and Frank being older gay men who lived through the AIDS crisis. There’s also an absolutely stunning post that compared Frank’s last art work to that of Keith Haring, and I’m probably reiterating some of the writer of that post’s thoughts here, but hear me out.

Like so many have pointed out, Frank and Bill never saw gay marriage legalised; the fungus pandemic hit long before that could have occurred. They were finally able to live as their full selves after a fungus wiped out so many people. They could’ve lived quietly, made no waves, changed nothing, and died happy and together. They died happy and together, yes, but they also made a mark.

That’s what’s been affecting me so much since I watched it. Yes, the TLOU world is fictional, but there are so many parallels that can be drawn to the real world, to a world that wants queer people to be small, quiet, unassuming, fade out without a trace. In my mind, Frank is a hero for refusing to do that. He wanted to love things. He wanted to leave a mark. He saw beauty even in the apocalypse, and he wanted to make things beautiful with the flowers, the paintings, the strawberries. He left a mark. Even after he and Bill are gone, his paintings are there. Joel knew they must be gone because the flowers were wilted, but even though the flowers died, the mark Bill and Frank left on the town wasn’t erased.

I don’t know. I just think there’s a lesson there. Or maybe not a lesson, but something to live up to. A reminder not to be afraid to take up space, to leave our marks, even when the world is on fire and it seems like no one will ever notice, it matters. The beauty you see in the world, what you create, it matters. The entire story of Bill and Frank, I think, boils down to choosing to create the world you want, no matter how small of a bubble it is. There may always be horrible, scary things pressing in on you, but you can find beauty. You can create beauty. You can leave a mark, a legacy, on the things and the people you love.

And, really, what more can any of us ask for than to love and be loved and someday leave behind a message that says I was here. I was here, and I was loved, and there is nothing anyone can do to take away the fact that I matter.

#frank and bill #the last of us #tlou #the last of us episode 3 #random musings I guess #back to your regularly scheduled shitposting #Victoria tries to be philosophical

[incorrectsmashbrosquotes]

How to Fix "The Last of Us Part 2" with one easy trick

So, I'm just gonna say it. The Last Of Us Part 2 is extremely below average. It's not the world's worst game like some have claimed and its not some 10/10 untouchable masterpiece like others have claimed, but it is not good either.

So how do we fix this game? Well, allow me to give you my proposition.

The heart of the first Last of Us, what made it so great, what enraptured people, was the relationship between Joel and Ellie. The evolving dynamic between them. And it worked! It was great! It's what got people invested in the plot and story.

Now, killing Joel at the beginning of TLoU2 is a ballsy move, but the problem is that the game didn't replace that dynamic with anything else nearly as interesting. It had some interesting characters, but we didn't stay with them long enough for the relationships to be nearly as interesting or engaging. Dina is great, but the game doesn't do enough with her to make her an adequate replacement for the Joel and Ellie dynamic.

So, what dynamic could replace Joel and Ellie? What dynamic could have saved TLoU2?

Easy. Ellie and Abby.

Like, think about it! These two girls, caught up in the cycle of vengeance, forced by circumstances to become allies against some greater threat! Ellie is the surrogate daughter of the man who murdered Abby's father and Abby is the woman who killed Joel.

Think about how interesting that fucked up dynamic could have been! Forcing these two people to work together, to put their lives and trust in each other against some terrible threat, finding common ground and even starting to like each other even amidst the vitriol and hatred.

There's a bit of that in the second half of the game, but as it is now, not nearly enough to really make a relationship that engages the audience.

The Last of Us Part 2 should have been Ellie and Abby, forced together by circumstance against some horrible threat for the entire game. That would have made things interesting and engaged the audience.

#incorrect super smash bros #not a quote #not smash bros #thought #idea #musing #game #gaming #writing #writing thoughts #The Last of Us #TLoU #Part 2 #Ellie #Joel #Abbey #character dynamics

[thetriumphantpanda]

and what if I'd just written 1.2k of pure Joel Miller filth? and what if he spits in your mouth? what then, huh?

#panda muses #I'm rewatching tlou and I cannot be tamed

[sinfulneverlcnd]

One of my favourite things about Joel Miller is that he's your every-day hero. Despite being incredibly competent. He doesn't try to prove himself, has no ego, no hubris. He's a badass because is is inherently a bad ass, not because he tells you he is. He doesn't know everything, he doesn't act like he knows everything. He's flawed and he's vulnerable, and when you get past that stoic façade, he is soft and warm. He's relatable. Not to mention devilishly handsome. I love a well built character and Joel Miller is 10/10 for me.

#Joel Miller #Pedro Pascal #tlou #the last of us #the last of us hbo #this man I swear to god #musings

[stormlit]

would you still love me if i added jo h.arvelle spn (revised edition*) bc cyn added spn muses and i can't stop thinking about Her

*i refuse to rewatch the show so she'd be based off vibes, the few clips i've watched on yt, and whatever i remember of writing her back when the show was actually airing

#i also plan to shift her forwards into the present day. change her fc #i don't think much would change for her if she was in her early 20s now but i just don't wanna be like 'yeah this muse is set in 2007' #it's not a cool historical era to play around in like the '80s or w/e I WAS THERE IT SUCKED #or i could lean more towards main verse tlou she'd work real well in that world #also want to make the roadhouse a real centre for hunters and have hunter social media be a bigger thing #since lmao jo's blog was on 'myspace for hunters' #also uhh we can do without the passive aggressive little girl can't do real hunting stuff she got in her early eps #overprotective mum is fine but cmon #little known fact abt me since this was all on forums but i was a BIG spn rper. jo was my big one but i wrote a bunch of side charas #don't think i watched the show past...i wanna say s8? maybe? #OOC.

[sapphire-of-midgard]

twink death

#the last of us #joel miller #im on my third playthrough of tlou rn and am currently obsessing over this man #he’s my muse and he runs the cult that im in #joel defender until i die

[mellowumbra]

anyone wanna read my smutty ass werewolf abby story?

She's almost doneeeeeeee

also hi ive been lurkin and workin,,,, writers block is a bitch

#abby anderson x reader #the last of us #abby anderson smut #mel's musings #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson #tlou abby #werewolf

[jacketpotatoo]

Tlou ep7 spoilers

something commented on so subtly that I really enjoyed was how the functioning systemic operations (fedra, the fireflies) indoctrinate their children and make them Other the opposing party to justify their violence against them. These are kids and they’re traumatised, vulnerable, and malleable. So what do they do? They feed them grand hopes of becoming a Leader, in charge of the delinquents that wronged them, allowing them to abuse their power and get sweet, sweet payback. They train them to shoot and kill the Other because they’re simply bad people and not at all like Us, the good ones maintaining order. They’re fed hopes of being wanted, of feeling a sense of belonging to a grand cause. And then made to make bombs to kill in order to prove that they really do. Through Ellie and Riley, the rest of the members of Fedra and the Fireflies are that much more horribly sad

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[deadsprout]

Just in case anyone was wondering if the Fireflies would have found a cure: absolutely NOT.

Ignoring the game canon (where they mention that they have tried and failed and murdered dozens of immune kids), and only using text from the show we know for a fact that medicine has NOT advanced since 2003.

To begin with, when Frank is dying of cancer and wants to do euthenasia, Bill says they "might find a cure." Frank jokingly says that there was no cure before the fall, and he doubts there are any new doctors walking around with functional MRIs. This tells us we did not develop any new cures for incural diseases. In 2003 we did NOT have a cure for this fungal infection, and we don't even have one now in our 2023, let alone THEIR 2023.

In Kansas City Karen is holding a doctor hostage in exchange for information about Henry. He tries leveraging the fact that he's a doctor in an attempt to keep himself alive. It doesn't work. Doctors are NOT valued in this world.

Marlene mentions that when crossing the country they lost half their men, while Joel stayed alive the whole time. The Fireflies are barely equiped to travel, let alone distribute a life saving medicine. They are terrorists willing to experiment on children. Even if they found a cure, they would not give it away for free. It would become leverage in a power struggle, and Joel knows this.

That's just what I can think of off the top of my head. The Fireflies would have murdered Ellie and it would have been for nothing.

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She stares at the water, thinking about the bridge and that day. Daryl must’ve been thinking about it too. His gravelly voice was soft and gentle as he spoke his voice into the sound of the river running quietly, 

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Faith stares at the river until she processes what her uncle says. She looks at him with confused and grieving eyes. “What do you mean..?” She asks quietly, her voice already broken down from all that yelling and screaming at the bridge and arguing just after that. Daryl looks down at his boots as he tries to explain it to her. 

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[insomniamamma]

Ok, some thoughts on episode one of The Last of Us under the cut:

I’m going to preface this by saying i know next to nothing about the game. I’ve seen gifs of it here, but that’s where my knowledge ends. Once Pedro’s casting was announced I decided that I was not going to watch any playthroughs. I wanted to go in with fresh eyes as much as possible. OK. Disclamer done. Here are some thoughts I had in no particular order.

I loved that they showed outbreak day through Sarah’s eyes. She’s just going to school and doing ordinary things. There’s hints around the edges that something is happening, but nothing direct, and I thought this served to crank the tension up to eleven. Sarah is our window into this world, and I love that we only know what she knows.

Also, the sweetness of the relationship between Joel and Sarah and Tommy. They only give us a little but it’s enough to see how much these three care about each other. I love Tommy mooching leftovers out of Joel’s fridge. That’s such a baby brother thing to do.

I love that the focus stays narrow as things inevitably go to shit. The world is coming apart and we see it happening through the windows of Joel’s truck while they’re trying to get out of town.

Even when they abandon the truck the camera is right on Joel and Sarah. IDK I was white knuckled through the first 30 minutes.

As soon as that FEDRA lady started promising that little kid all the toys he wanted to play with I was just like oh no.

The QZ. Yikes.

OK. I’m just gonna take a minute to scream about Pedro Pascal. The difference between how Joel carries himself pre and post breakout is so fucking stark.  I’ve seen several gifsets that show pre and post breakout Joel side by side and the difference in body language is incredible. Pedro can do so much with so little. There’s no need to explain Joel’s grief and withdrawal, it’s etched into every movement and facial expression. The shot of him cradling the dead child the same way he held Sarah and throwing him onto the fire, the absolute lack of emotion. Holy fucking shit. Pedro needs to get all the awards for this show and we’re only one ep in.

Ellie. I’ve had Ellie for one episode and if anything happens to her I will kill everyone in the room and then myself. Seriously though. I love this scrappy little girl. What’s the Troubled Bird meme about being 5oz’s of whoop-ass? She is twenty pounds of murder in a ten pound bag and I love her for it. I’m sorry, but when she pops out of that door and tries to stab Joel and he just launches her into the wall? I’ve got to imagine that his first thought was what the actual fuck?

I love her ok? I love her foul mouth, and snark and the fact that she’s the willing to fuck with Joel after knowing him for tens of minutes. I can’t wait to see these two bounce off each other some more.

And Tess. As I said before I know nothing about the games. But I’ll tell you right now that I love this lady. I have a feeling this is going to hurt me later on though. I love the relationship between her and Joel, there’s no I love you type histrionics, it’s all implied.

Anyway, that’s all I’ve got for now. I’ll probably post more nonsense as it occurs to me.

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