#[1200 x 1200]

[selmasdaydreams]

In this era of self discovery and acceptance, we make pinterest boards and spotify playlists for that which we love

[ivymarquis]

“Alejandro and Valeria must have had a terrible falling out”

“Maybe Alejandro and Valeria used to date”

What if Valeria stole Alejandro’s girl, huh? Y’all ever think about THAT?? Because I do. A lot. And yes Im writing something about it.

[sen-ya]

A fun fact about me is I keep very diligent track of the things I draw and when I wanna post em but when I write stuff I will fully forget I ever did it anyway here’s a few bits of random lawlu I wrote and forgot about

[vizuart]

Claude Monet - Tulip Field in Holland (1886) [1554 x 1200]

[kirstydreaming]

[thapunqueen]

he will learn to love the shirt dammit !!!!

[rosepolaris]

we’ve come so far...

february 2021:

december 2022:

i am so proud of us all

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Strong Enough To Stand

1200 words for 1200 followers #5

A/N: Hi friends! Welcome to the 12-A-Palooza! This event is my way of saying thank you for sticking with me. Your support and kindness toward me and my writing is out of this world and I’m grateful for every last one of you! This one sort of follows one of the other requests that I got for Joel for this event called It Pours From Your Eyes, but it can also be read as stand alone. 

Warnings: loss, mention of character death, Joel Miller’s big sad eyes

Requested by: @senorabond​ Song: Heavy In Your Arms Character Choice: Joel Miller - thank you so much for sending this in! This song is such a good choice for Joel, and I hope you like the direction that I took it in! 

Summary: It’s a difficult day for Joel, and though you don’t know the details of why, you try to be there for him the best way that you can. Joel realizes that he doesn’t have to repeat his regrets - so he doesn’t. 

Joel cleared the gravel from his throat as soon as the stream came into view. 

He hadn’t spoken since that morning, the two of you wordlessly breaking down your camp. For most of the day there had been nothing but your horses’ hooves on the hard ground to break the silence. It was nearing sundown when he finally spoke your name, voice creaking with disuse. 

That’s not all it is. 

You’d known to expect this when you woke up that morning - even though you’d done so with his arms around you, holding you against his chest. You’d known to expect it because you’d seen him like this before. 

Today means something. 

It was an annual occurrence, one of those horrible anniversaries that everyone had. A ritual of remembrance that did nothing to lessen the load he carried, but that he needed to do anyway. 

You’d been assigned to a patrol with him shortly after he and Ellie showed up when you witnessed it the first time. He’d asked you to wait with the horses while he filled the canteens at the stream. You hardly knew him then, but the look in his eyes was all you needed to know that he was really asking for a moment to himself. Your canteen was still full, but you handed it to him with a nod, turning to give him privacy. You hadn’t meant to, but when you turned back around at the sound of his footsteps approaching again, you’d noticed a small stack of rocks near the water’s edge. 

Joel was a stranger to you then. You knew next to nothing about him, only that he was Tommy Miller’s brother. But you knew why people built memorials. Why they carved names into trees, spoke to the wind, left notes where no one would find them. You wanted to know who the stone pyramid was for, what that person meant to him. But you knew better than to ask. 

You were certain that was why he had chosen to slowly trust you. 

The following year, when he was assigned to another patrol around the same time, Joel requested you as his partner. Again as you’d neared the stream a few miles outside of town, he suggested that you stick with the horses so he could refill your water supply. Though you purposely kept your eyes averted that time, the sound of rocks knocking together reached your ears.

But still, you said nothing when Joel returned. 

The two of you were friends by then. More than friends, some nights. The trust and comfort you found in each other had grown, not taking down walls entirely, but opening doors from time to time. You’d brought him into your bed. He’d taken you into his arms. But there were still lines that you didn’t cross - wouldn’t cross, unless Joel did first. 

With the passing of another year, you felt him coming closer to those lines than he ever had before. And fuck, you were ready. You were ready to see the rest of him, the parts he hadn’t shown you yet, ready to take half the weight from his heart even if it was enough to sink yours. 

You were ready to love him. 

But right now there was something that you knew he had to do. Even if you still didn’t know the reason behind it. 

It’s important to him. That’s what matters. 

Clicking your tongue, you stopped your horse next to Joel’s, climbing down as he did the same. When he looked up, your eyes locked with his and even though you knew what to expect, seeing the raw ache in them nearly knocked the breath from your lungs. You wanted to wrap your arms around him, lace your fingers together behind his neck and show him that you were there, right there with him. 

You didn’t, though. Instead, you handed him your canteen before he could ask for it. You resisted the urge to lean forward and kiss the patch of skin that showed through his beard, let your lips linger there like a punctuation point. Like they did when you shared sheets in the dark. “I’ll stay with the horses, Joel.” 

Something new flashed in his eyes then, something different from what you’d come to expect from this ritual. The roughened pads of his fingers grazed your knuckles as he took the canteen from you, and you watched the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed the heaviness that had stolen his words. He held your gaze for a few seconds longer, almost as though he was waiting for something. 

But then he nodded, turning with a sniff and heading for the water.

–  –  –

Joel’s hand plunged beneath the water, grasping for the flat rock that lay at the bottom. It would make for a solid base. Pulling it out, he set it on the bank, a ragged sigh pushing its way through his lips. 

Three years. 

He chose another stone, squeezing it tightly before stacking it atop the first. 

Goddamnit I miss you, Tess. 

The next rock that caught his eye was partially embedded in the muck. He worked his fingertips under it to pull it free, adding it to the pile. It was hefty and broad, strong enough to stand up to wind and weather. Strong enough to last. 

Like we were. 

He was almost certain that she knew how he felt about her. But almost wasn’t good enough. He knew that, now. 

I’m sorry I never said it. I should have. 

He topped the memorial with a smooth, white-gray oval shaped stone. 

I should have told you that I loved you. 

Joel looked down at the cairn letting a fat tear drop onto it. A slight breeze blew over his damp cheeks and he closed his eyes, remembering her last words to him. 

“Save who you can save.”

Your face joined hers behind his eyelids then, and the thought that had been playing on repeat since he woke that morning echoed in his brain again. He shivered, despite the warm summer air. 

I have to tell her. Tonight.  

He’d waited too long to tell Tess. He didn’t want the first time that he said aloud that he loved you to be to a pile of rocks. 

–  –  –  

You made it to the safehouse just before nightfall, Joel’s silence continuing after his return with the canteens. It lasted through your meal. You figured that he wouldn’t break it until the next day. 

But then, with his arms around you, just like they were that morning, he did.

 “I wanna tell you about today.” His lips landed behind your ear. “I wanna tell you about everything. But I have to say something first. Somethin’ that scares the hell out of me but - ”  He sighed. “Something I should have said to you a long time ago.” 

You held your breath for a few seconds, your heart smashing at your ribs.

“I love you.”

His words dropped directly into your heart, solid and sure and strong. 

You didn’t know when the tears started, but they were there when you lay your arm over his, squeezing back. “I love you, too, Joel.” 

I always will. 

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[solnoogallery]

♡. soobin instagram icons + headers!

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[love-toxin]

maybe it says something about me that i boot up pokemon shield every day just to beat my bf into the ground

[perryisle]

VERY quick live2d test animation... i wanna make something bigger one day but i am NOT paying for live2d cubism pro man

[kirstydreaming]

Having a Shindig Ivory Midi 👗

[ourseass]

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[nupaintings]

[rogueapostle]

ok ok…. i’m doing a study