#I am so obsessed with tlou

[thesoulofasurvivor]

GOOGLE "The Last of Us" AND THEN THIS MUSHROOM BUTTON POPS UP AND KEEP JUST SMASHING THE BUTTON AND THE FUNGUS GROWS GRBJBGJKKF WHAT THE FUCK I LOVE THIS

[tlou-obsessed]

Siblings actually feeling like siblings is my absolute favourite thing in shows:

siblings sharing one braincell:

The same crooked smile:

And in the first 10 minutes or so you already know the dynamic between these two, Joel knows Tommy will tease him endlessly about the t-shirt being inside out, being an older sibling, when making a mistake I look at my younger siblings first because I just know they are gonna be insufferable about it. But Tommy respects the hell out of Joel, he immidiately puts out the cigarette when told so, this is responsible older brother Joel, who will bail him out of jail...

He's also the person he looks to, to make the decisions que 'What are we doin', Joel':

also the fact that they got two guys with patchy beards is dedication to me, they wanted these two to be genetically brothers:

These two walking in sync never fails to get me, they are walking the exact same way:

Also haven't seen each other in quite a while and doesn't miss the chance to tease little brother:

all I have to say is Gabriel and Pedro were dedicated to show us they were brothers and I love them for that.

[soft-cryptids]

Joel Miller ___ more of my artworks: (x) you can support me on Ko-fi! (x)    

[enjoythesilentworld]

Wilmon + "We have to stay quiet" 💅😌💜

Simonnnn!! i give you, as promised, apocalypse AU Wilmon. with a lil bit of hating each other and a little bit of tension and a little bit of guns. i hope this is a good distraction <3

"We have to stay quiet," Wille whispered, crouched behind a half-crushed truck. 

“Yeah.” Simon ducked further as a spotlight beam swept towards their heads. “No shit.” 

He reached out and grabbed Wille, pulling him further down, too. “Idiot,” he mumbled, and ignored the middle finger Wille sent his way. 

After another minute or two, waiting there, squatted in the filth, a squadron patrol truck passed, and Wille was gesturing for them to move. 

The medicine, Simon reminded himself as he hurried after Wille past an abandoned building and through a hole in a barbed-wire fence. The medicine for his mother and the supplies for all of them. That was why he was here, risking his neck, trusting Wille, even though the two of them had tried to kill each other plenty of times over the past few years. 

Simon sure hoped this wasn’t a mistake — trusting Wille wasn’t lying when he said there was a supply cache stashed somewhere out here past the quarantine wall — because Wille had sure made a mistake in trusting Simon. Especially after— Well, everything between them. 

Another quarter mile of army-crawling through small tunnels and climbing through half-broken windows, they were out. They were actually past the wall, a place Simon hadn’t been in at least a year, now at severe risk of running into a hoard. Adrenaline pumped headily through Simon’s body, and only partially because of what he had planned. 

It was a five mile walk through the long abandoned outskirts of the city, mostly quiet. Usually, FEDRA would do sweeps of the outskirts every once in a while, just to be sure nothing slipped in. Still, he and Wille stayed to the shadows where they could, to stay hidden. But, in the shadows, they couldn’t see around them very well, either, which meant anything could be lurking nearby. 

About three miles in, Wille broke their long silence. 

“When’s the last time you ran into one?” 

Simon whipped around to scowl at him and tried to keep his voice low, despite the sudden fire in his veins.

“When do you think?” he snarled, and the immediate guilty look on Wille’s face was not enough to quell his anger. 

“Simon, I really—”

“Don’t. You owe me this, then we’re done.” 

Eventually, they did reach the spot. Wille entered first, gun at his side, scanning the room. 

“Clear,” he called.  

Simon shut the door behind them the second Wille had his flashlight on. A quick, cursory glance around the room confirmed there were indeed supplies and, fuck, there were a lot, plenty to trade for the rations to get his mom the medicine, even if it wasn’t in here. 

Then, Simon raised his arm, and cocked his gun. “Drop it.” 

After only a half-breath’s hesitation, Wille’s gun dropped to the ground. Slowly, he raised both his hands, then turned to face Simon. 

“On your knees,” Simon instructed. Wille’s knees hit the grimy floor, and Simon stepped forward, face hard, and pressed the gun into his chest. “You understand, right, baby?” 

[actual-changeling]

Joel cannot remember when it started, not that it is all that important, really, but after only a few weeks the hair tie on his right wrist has become just as much of a constant as the watch on his left. It is not always the same one, he is so attuned to it for some reason he picks up on the slightest variations in pressure and color, and on the rare occasion that he ends up taking it off, he easily finds a new one somewhere around the house. They're everywhere, on the coffee table and the kitchen counter, between the couch cushions, and in his jacket pockets, and he is acutely aware that the growing number of hair ties is his own fault.

Ellie had made a few comments here and there over breakfast or during movie nights that she never has one when she especially needs it. The complaint had buried through his skull and into his brain, taking root until he had made it his most important mission to solve what was a minor annoyance for her at best but oddly important to him.

The first time he had presented one to her, it had taken her several seconds of heavy blinking to fully process what he was offering her, palm outstretched and hovering between them. Once she had, the expression blooming on her face had looked so similar to Sarah's on Christmas mornings all air had left his body.

"What's that for?"

The wonder in her voice had tasted like hot chocolate and cinnamon, his heart filling with a familiar warmth, and he would be damned if he did not do everything he could to give her the childhood Christmases she should have had - hell, the entire childhood she deserves but never got to experience. Joel had heard the smile lacing his words, and Ellie's had grown in turn, her nose scrunching and eyes twinkling.

"Just because."

Ellie had thrown him glances heavy with an innocent curiosity all evening, prompting Joel to hold her even closer than usual when she eventually fell asleep half draped over his lap. Such a tiny, almost casual offering, and for a reason he still cannot quite grasp, it means more to her than he could have ever imagined, so he keeps doing it. Whenever Joel sees one, he trades for it with whatever he has on hand, although most people are happy to give them up without anything in return or a loose promise to come by if there's work for him, and he gives it to Ellie as soon as he is through the door; by now, it has become an expectation rather than an unexpected gift.

Sure, maybe it is less about Ellie's non-existent hair tie draught and more about the beaming smile she still gives him every single time, eyes so bright he has gotten lost in the joy on her face on numerous occasions. Ellie notices whenever it happens, eyes swimming with fond exasperation, and if it bothers her that he hugs her extra tightly afterward, the bubbling mix of love and satisfaction demanding to express themselves physically, if not verbally, she never complains.

Joel brings home another hair tie today, a black one already on his wrist, and he is barely through the door when Ellie practically launches herself into his arms, face buried in his chest as his arms come up to wrap around her, shifting her just the slightest bit to the right to keep them both from toppling to the ground.

"What's that for?"

Keeping the fondness out of his voice is impossible, and he has given up on trying to do so. Ellie doesn't pull back like she usually does, and his breaths come easier despite the fact that her crushing hug constricts his lungs, and Joel gently rests his cheek on top of her head with a love-struck expression he knows deep-down mirrors hers, fingers carding through her hair.

"Just because," she mumbles, and the smile she wears all evening follows him for days, the stitches she uses to put his heart back together looking suspiciously like hair ties.

[wicked--loving--lies]

Tommy Miller

Colored pencils and copics in my journal.

Photo ref

[orangechickenpillow]

What if they use Ashley Johnson's "take on me" for the finale's credit music. What then?

[ghstslut]

srry 4 being so inactive lately i've been 2 busy playing video games

[strawberryjampoet]

Art by Ashley Swidowski

I’m actually obsessed with looking at concept art from this game. The amount of thought and care that has to go into every single detail is insane.

Anyway I would do anything for her

[sharontcte]

I promise I won’t hurt you

‘‘ Did you just...sniff my hair?’‘ Asks Ellie, feathery brows knitted together in an array of shock and confusion.

‘‘Quick question, when was the last time you washed it? Or..brushed it for that matter?’‘ Dina asks as she closely examines a loose strand in between her fingers.

Suddenly feeling a bit self conscious, she swats Dina’s hand away playfully. ‘’Damn, ok. You got me’’. She raises her hands in a playful surrender and lowers her head slightly. ‘’I guess I forgot to book my usual weekly appointment in that five star salon we have.’’ 

‘‘Well lucky for you, madame, I happen to have just gotten a cancellation at my very own world class salon’‘, says Dina flamboyantly with matching mischievous eyes. 

A hand finds Ellie’s and leads her towards the kitchen sink. The sensation stings, a ripple effect pulsating throughout her whole body and causing her heart to begin to dance in nervous delight. She stands awkwardly as Dina drags over one of the old wooden chairs from the table and gestures for her to sit. 

‘‘Head back’‘ Instructs the dark eyed beauty. A sigh escapes Ellie’s lips and she leans her head against the cool material. Surprisingly, she thinks, her head reaches perfectly and she allows her neck to rest against the worktop. 

She feels silly, awkward and painfully exposed. Her eyes dance across the ceiling as Dina begins to run the water. Don’t look at her, don’t look at her, don’t look at her, she thinks as she focuses her eyes on anything but Dina’s. One second too late. That’s all it would take to get lost in those powerful dark eyes and not possess the power to look away. 

‘‘Can’t believe I’m letting you do this. I can wash my own hair, you know’‘ She emits as a distraction. ‘‘Oh, I know that’‘ Replies Dina. ‘‘But being able to do something and actually doing something are two very different things’‘. The cold water is a shock to her senses and she hisses in response. Dina scoffs at this as she begins to lather up Ellie’s auburn tresses. ‘’Sorry, madame. We’ve had some plumbing issues lately.’’ Eyes still fixed on a spot on the ceiling, she can only hear the sarcasm but knows that breathtaking coy smile is altering her features in the most perfect way. 

As Dina works her finger tips along her crown, she draws soothing circles and applies the perfect amount of pressure as she works the product in. It sends the sage green eyed beauty into a sort of trance. Eyelids fall closed and her delicate lips begin to part slightly. She could very easily fall asleep she thinks.  The moments pass as Dina’s hands work diligently through the velvety lather. She gently traces along Ellie’s hair line, ears and neck removing any traces of tiny bubbles. The gentle lub dub of Ellie’s heart becomes thunderous yet again as she feels Dina’s soft fingertips linger at the spot just below her ear. It’s overwhelming and frightening and amazing all at the same time. She’s suddenly very grateful that she’s sitting down. Just as soon as it began, it ended. Dina’s buttery fingers had vanished. She could have sworn she heard her breath catch in her throat but dared not open her eyes to find out. She felt the ice cold water meet her scalp again as Dina began to rinse away the dirt and the bubbles. She welcomed the sharp sensation this time. It was a sweet cool down from that brief moment of ecstasy. She could feel her heart return to a normal rhythm. She dared even open her eyes. 

‘’Voila’’, said Dina. ‘’Head back up, sleepyhead’’ she instructed as she wrapped a rag around Ellie’s shoulders. Towelling the excess water away she instructed Ellie to sit by the fire. ‘’Gotta grab something’’ she says as she disappears into another room. The fire is a welcome friend. Roughly, Ellie rubs the rag along her scalp to quicken the drying process. Although cold, she admittedly did feel a lot better. Her hair felt light and fresh. ‘’Easy! I gotta work with that’’ Dina’s honey sweet voice is a welcome return to the room. She plops herself down on the couch next to Ellie. Suddenly, she feels that icy sensation again. It’s not the water, it’s Dina’s hands gently gripping her shoulders and softly positioning her back towards her. Her hands still cold from the water, they sting as they make contact with her skin as she gathers her wet tresses together.

 ‘’Wait, what are you-’’ A hairbrush waves in front of her face from behind, cutting her off.

 ‘’Dina...C’mon I’ve had enough torture for one day’’, Ellie whines. ‘’ My hair is really knotty just leave it it’s fine. They won’t come out eas-’’.

‘’Don’t be such a baby, I’m not going to hurt you.’‘ She reassures teasingly as she cuts her sentence off. ‘‘With all the leaves and twigs gone it’ll brush out like silk!’‘ She speaks matter of fact, but the sarcasm is deafening. 

‘‘Oh, Ha ha. Twigs and leaves..’‘ She mumbles, but secretly and embarrassingly wonders if she’s telling the truth. 

She can hear a satisfied giggle now as Dina begins to smooth the hair by the side of her face, tucking it back behind her ear. Then there’s silence. She feels a sudden warmth by the spot just below her ear. ‘’I promise I’m not going to hurt you.’’ That sweet voice is now a whisper in her ear.  Dina’s fingers move painfully slow from holding her hair to delicately resting on her slender neck. She can’t be sure, it’s possible it was a figment of her yearning imagination...but she’s nearly certain she felt Dina’s lips brush against that same spot she felt her fingers stroke earlier. No. don’t be ridiculous, she thinks. Get a grip. pull it together she commands herself silently. She’s suddenly painfully aware of how rapid her breath is and she’s almost certain Dina can hear her heart beat as it bangs against her ribcage. But just as quick as it happened, it was over. That sizzling breath was gone, the whisper now replaced by her regular audio level. Her voice came from behind when she spoke again. Though she was literally seated behind her, the distance was now suddenly torturous. She wanted that close proximity again. Even if it made her lungs collapse and her heart stop.  

‘‘Wow. Your hair is almost an entire different shade now that all the dirt is gone.’‘

Ellie couldn’t help but laugh. 

‘‘You’re the worst.’‘ 

The time passes and they stay like that for a perfect while. They share a giggle and shake their heads. They share the warmth of the fire and the sweet presence of now. Oh so gently Dina brushes through the dampened locks, detangling the knots in not just Ellie’s hair, but in her soul. 

[tlou-obsessed]

I am in love with the acting here, because you just see how heartbroken he is for her, he doesn't wanna leave her but he is so so afraid. "Then what are you so afraid of" and you can just see his heart drop slightly because why the hell would she ask that, and then she says Maria told me about Sarah, and his heart completely drops. Persumably he hasn't talked about her in 20 years, and he doesn't wanna dig up that grief he hasn't allowed himself to feel, not when it's so close to the surface.

You can see how he really doesn't wanna talk about it, it's a desperate head shake, don't make me do this, don't ask me about her...it's that broken grief compared to game Joel who's grief made him harden, show Joels grief broke him.

Then he gets pissed off, because how dare this kid say she lost people too, he lost his child, the light of his life. The loss of a child can never be compared, and he has that quite rage of game joel in his eyes there, that terrifying rage.

[rotisseries]

you know, when I went into watching tlou playthroughs I knew I wouldn't hate abby, just by virtue of the fact that I already knew so much of the major plot points that I'd already been able to pick up that the Point™ of the story is that nobody is truly right in this situation and if you hate abby but not ellie or joel you probably aren't really getting it, but I did not necessarily expect to love her like I do. like I fully expected to feel maybe neutral or at best mildly positive towards her but I finished watching the playthrough of the second game last wednesday and I have not stopped thinking about her since. her and ellie are in my mind in equal measure I love them both so much

[silverislander]

if someone else shows more than two indications that they like a thing that's a good, normal way to tell they like that thing, which is normal, because people like things. but if I have more than two indications of liking a thing that means i am irrevocably obsessed with the thing in a way that deserves mockery actually. this is a worldview that makes sense

[actual-changeling]

we all love the "Ellie hating Tommy's guts" trope but have you ever stopped to think that maybe she really wants him to like her (he is Joel's brother after all and she has a deep-seated need for attention) but Tommy is being all southern gentleman and staying at a distance cause he doesn't want to force himself onto her.

they're both just longingly staring at each other like man i wish they liked me, it would make joel so happy, too but they're both just being fucking stupid

edit: the fic has been posted, you can find it here!!

[keeweesreblogsandsuch]

Whoops drew some clickers again, totally not hyper-fixating… T_T

[orangechickenpillow]

These bella ramsey interviews got me kicking my feet and twirling my hair