#joel's episode was so good i couldn't stop laughing

[joelsmallishbeansenthusiast]

ah yes the iconic duo imp and skizz

[romanarose]

Sicky Wicky

Frankie Morales x fem!reader

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Written for @strang3lov3. IDK if you're still sick but i wanted to just whip a lil thing up real fast for you. I hope you like Frankie, I saw you have him on your masterlist. I know Joel is our guy but as you know i decidedly don't write for him anymore so I hope this is okay <3 Frankie is my sweet soft baby

Summary: Just Frankie taking care of you while sick <3

Warnings: Some mild sex jokes

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When entering the home he shared with you, Frankie avoid his usual "honey, I'm home!" routine, knowing when you don't feel good you like to nap on the couch a lot.

He slid his cowboy boots off, trying his best to not let the heels clomp on the wood floors but grumbling when his sock stepped in a pile of melting snow.

"Baby?" You call from the living room, and Frankie mumbles a swear.

Rounding the corner (with one wet sock) Frankie peaked at you. 'damp' was the first descriptor his head came up with, but he'd never tell you that.

"Hey baby, feeling any better?"

You give a little shrug. "Stopped puking, fevers pretty low now. I think I'll be okay tomorrow."

As much as he wanted to stay home with you and take care of you, unfortunately in this economy losing the hours for both of you wasn't ideal. Still, he'd managed to swing by during his break and check on you when you weren't answering his texts, only to find you fast asleep.

He checked your forehead, and yeah, just a little warm. That was good, you were on the mend.

"You think you can eat some tomato soup?"

You look up at him, tired eyes and- yeah, damp hair. Poor girl. "With grilled cheese pweeeeeeeeze?"

Francisco couldn't help but laugh a little. "the best damn grilled cheese ever. Only the best for my poor sicky wicky baby."

He did not disappoint. The bread was grilled with garlic butter, the good cheese and lots of it. The cheese pull on that beast was Instagram worthy, and he even garnished the tomato soup with parsley.

Mouth full, you look at Frankie's shit eating grin as he sat on the couch, your cold feet tucked under his butt. "You're awful proud of yourself, aren't you?"

"You're eating my food and moaning like that time you ate me ass, so yeah, feeling pretty good."

You wiggle your feet just to make him yelp, and have the first good laugh you've had since falling ill last night.

When the mutual laughter settles, the sounds of your favorite sitcom playing reruns on the TV echoing in the background, your voice fades into sincerity. "Thank you for taking care of me." You yawn, setting aside a plate that had not a crumb on it and a bowl licked clean.

Frankie runs your knee, a smile reaching up to his eyes in little crinkles. "Not a problem at all. You getting tired again."

"Yeah, wanna finish this episode though." You snuggle back down under the blankets, eyes dropping. You weren't making it through the episode.

"Okay." He pats your leg and grunts as he gets up. "i'm gonna get a load in the dishwasher while it finishes, then I'll carry your happy ass to bed, hows that?"

Another yawn. "Something somethin... I'll take your load.... something... in my..."

"dishwasher?"

"yeah I lost it."

"Good job baby." He pats your head as he walks around the couch, chuckling. "I'm sure it'll come to you."

"Uuhhhh you'll cum... into me?"

"Go to sleep!" Frankie calls over his shoulder. You're in the middle of arguing when you fall asleep again, tummy full, fighting off the last of your sickness.

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Hope you all liked it! Been a hot minute since I wrote non-dark frankie!

Want some dark frankie? Want cute frankie smut? Want A dad!frankie series dealing with addiction?

thank you all for reading!!!! I might be MIA for a while, im going on a trip to get away and write this novel that was originally based off a fishben fish I wrote LOL, then Ill be online classes full time and, if i get this job i so desperatly want, working full time. I'm so broke it's so fucking bad I need this job ;-; so, prayers plz

HOPE YOUR FEELING BETTER BUG!!!

[biapascal]

Camping 🪵🤎

Veryinactivewriter:

Joel takes reader camping for the first but they're actually excited since they never been camping before?

Joel remembered the good times he had camping during his childhood: he and Tommy went every summer; they built forts with the other kids and played with them until late at night. Many of their peers were foreigners who came from far away on vacation, but the two brothers didn't care about the language barrier.

One morning, when you casually mentioned that you had never pitched a tent in your life, he raised his eyebrows in disbelief. Over the next few days, you made inquiries and found a quiet place to camp.

Joel kept his eyes on the road while you watched the sky grow cloudy. This was not a good sign. "If you want, we can go back" you suggested. He shook his head. "I checked the weather, only a light drizzle is forecast" he reassured you. You slept peacefully for the rest of the trip. Joel gently woke you and you stretched, ready for this new experience. It began to rain and the cold air was filled with the scent of moss. You two walked hand in hand for a while with your hoodies on. It felt nice. You watched Joel as he walked: you could see that the forest was one of his favorite places. No people, no traffic, just the quiet flow of nature.

As you started to set up the tent, the weather got worse. You cursed. "I didn't expect that," Joel admitted. He stood up. "Well, we need to go inside and get our clothes off, they're soaking wet..." you looked at him, raising an amused eyebrow. "What?"

"We just got here and you already want-"

"Come on" he led you inside. "You know what I mean" you nodded, smiling. "Yes, I know."

The ground was uneven and you felt uncomfortable. "This is not a good start," you said. "Yeah..." you looked down and noticed that ants were crawling all over your sleeping bag. You didn't want to be dramatic, so you decided to keep quiet, even though Joel noticed your nervousness. "Want me to get rid of them for you baby?" He suggested. "Hell, no! I'll do it myself!" You replied. Joel laughed. "But maybe tonight..." While the two of you waited for the rain to stop, you listened to a true crime podcast while Joel read a book. As you started a new episode, you heard a whimper. "Did you hear that?" Joel tilted his head. "Yeah, let me check” You took off your EarPods and quietly followed him. A child was crying. You spotted some blonde braids and widened your eyes. "Joel!" Your boyfriend heard you and you pointed at the little girl: her face was red and her eyes filled with tears. She couldn't be older than five years old. "Hey hey," Joel approached her and the girl flinched in fear. "It's okay, where are your parents?" She didn't trust him, so she just sniffed without answering.

Joel was a little annoyed and you decided to try to talk to her as well: "Hey, it's okay, we just want to help you” you reassured her with a soft smile. The little girl looked at you for a moment with her big brown eyes. "You're pretty, your boyfriend isn't" you couldn't help but smile a little at this affirmation while Joel tried to calm down. "Are you a fairy?" She asked innocently. "Aw," you looked at Joel. "Did you hear her? She thinks I'm a fairy."

"Yes, very cute, but she is lost, where are her parents?" he insisted. "You're right...um, honey, do you remember where your tent might be?" You asked her. The girl tried to think, but she ended up crying again. "Oh no no," your heart broke. "Just try to guide us” she nodded. "Okay, but only with you, because you are a fairy. Not your friend, he is an ogre!" Joel was really offended and crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "I was actually trying to help you”

"Come on, she's five," you justify her amusedly.

You let the little girl lead you. She wasn't sure where she was going, but eventually the two of you found yourselves in front of a tent. A couple was looking at the little girl. "Erika!" The woman hugged her tightly. "We thought we had lost you..." You were proud of your noble deed of returning a little girl to her parents, but now you had to return to your "ogre". When you returned, the rain had stopped and Joel was waiting for you. "So she found her parents?"

"Yes Shrek” you teased him.

"Very funny." He rolled his eyes and you sat down and laid your head on his shoulder. "Children..." you remained silent. You enjoyed the soft breeze on your skin as the night approached. "How about we eat and get some sleep, uh? we walked a lot today” He suggested. You nodded. Joel made two tuna sandwiches: not exactly gourmet, but filling. You started to feel sleepy, but then you remembered the ants on your sleeping bag. “Fuck." You whined and Joel gave you a confused look before he realized. "Oh."

"Why? Why only all over MINE?" You vented. He chuckled. "I don't know," he laid down. "Do you want to sleep with me?" You smiled softly. He patted his sleeping bag. His body was warm and you could hear his breathing becoming regular as he fell asleep. You began to feel less and less nervous about the experience, and you closed your eyes as well.

[memoria-99]

Snow White × Wizardess Heart

Episode 2

Meanwhile, Snow White was alone in the great forest. She was frightened and ran as far as her feet would take her, until just before evening, she saw a little house and went inside to rest. Snow White was so hungry and thirsty that she ate a nice looking hot dog on the plate and drank a cup of nicely brewed coffee. Then, she was so tired that she lay down on one of the beds and fell asleep.

When it was completely dark, the masters of the house came home. They were seven dwarfs who mined for gold in the mountains.

"It's strange. I'm sure I left my hot dog here but... I only see the crumbs. Looks like someone ate it." (Alfonse)

"Someone drank my coffee, too." (Sigurd)

"Did... the thieves break in?" (Lucious)

Just then, one of the dwarfs saw his bed, and cried,

"Liz...?!" (Amelia)

The other dwarfs rushed to the bedside.

"My, my. Didn't expect to see a beauty here." (Sigurd)

"A sleeping beauty, huh?" (Luca)

"Hey, she's not dead, is she?" (Lucious)

"It seems she's just asleep, thankfully." (Alfonse)

"Trespassing? What was she thinking?" (Joel)

"Wow! Wooow! She looks so cute sleeping like that!" (Randy)

They were so happy that they did not wake her but let her continue sleeping in the bed.

In the morning, Snow White woke up, and saw the seven dwarfs.

"Errr... Hello, everyone." (Liz)

She told them how her stepmother had tried to have her killed, how the huntsman had spared her life, and how she had run all day until she found their house.

"Hmmm, if you do me a favor, perhaps I'll be happy to accompany you." (Luca)

"You don't sound trustworthy at all, Luca. What do you want?" (Liz)

"What about a kiss from the beautiful princess?" (Luca)

"......" (Liz)

"Ignore him, Liz. He's not the only one here." (Joel)

"I have an idea. If you will keep house and cook for us, then you can stay with us! How does that sound?" (Randy)

"Sounds good to me. I'll help you if I can." (Amelia)

"I'd love to!" (Liz)

"We're honored to have a cute lady here." (Sigurd)

So she stayed with them and kept their house in order. The good dwarfs didn't forget to warn her, saying,

"Beware of Zeus, okay?" (Alfonse)

"Yeah. You can't let that idiot make a fuss again." (Lucious)

Now the queen, believing Snow White is gone, thought that she was again the first and most beautiful woman of all.

She went to her mirror and said,

"Hey, Hiro. Who in this land is fairest of all?" (Zeus)

The mirror sighed and muttered,

"Why should I take this bothersome role?" (Hiro)

Then answered,

"Can't you cut it out already? The script says... Snow White, beyond the mountains with the seven dwarfs, is still a thousand times fairer than you." (Hiro)

The queen was horrified, for she knew that the mirror never lied.

"She's not gone yet?! What about Goldstein number two?!" (Zeus)

"Apparently, he's grinning from ear to ear with the thing called persona mirror now." (Hiro)

"I knew that weakling couldn't pull this off! Damnit!" (Zeus)

She slammed her fist at the table, and thought and thought again how she could rid herself of Snow White.

"Oh, I know! I'll feed her to the Vulcannux!" (Zeus)

"... Don't be crazy and just follow the script." (Hiro)

The queen then made a poisoned apple. On the outside, it was beautiful and shiny, with a cheek as red as blood, but anyone who ate even a little piece of it would die. Then, disguised as an old woman, she visited the dwarfs' house with the apple.

"You over there! Would you like to try a delicious, juicy apple?" (Zeus)

"Oh, that looks lovely!" (Liz)

Snow White came over, reached for the apple and grabbed it, but stopped before taking a bite. She squinted her eyes at the queen and said,

"Zeus? What are you doing here?" (Liz)

She looked up and down at the queen, and started to giggle.

"... And what's with that weird dress and wig?" (Liz)

"Don't laugh, these were the only ones I had! Anyway, eat that apple!" (Zeus)

Snow White snapped,

"Heck no! You must have done something about this apple!" (Liz)

The queen shouted,

"Just eat it already! Or I'll summon the Vulcannux!" (Zeus)

"What? You can't be serious!" (Liz)

Flustered, Snow White reflexively took a quick bite of the apple.

"Ahhh! What did I just do? How stupid I am... I... feel so sleepy..." (Liz)

A few seconds later, she was completely swallowed by a strange drowsiness and eventually fell down.

The queen, laughing triumphantly, returned to the castle and asked her mirror,

"Hey, Hiro. You saw that, right? Who in this land is fairest of all?" (Zeus)

It finally answered,

"What a persistent brat... You're fairest of all. Are you satisfied now?" (Hiro)

"Yes! My victory at last!" (Zeus)

Then her envious heart was at rest.

- To be continued -

[folkwhorerain]

I wish I knew you wanted me.

tess servopoulos x gn!reader.

gif not mine.

Summary: you have always liked Tess, but you were certain she liked Joel so you never made a move. When the lunch with two new people she's been talking to lead to a sensitive topic, your crush for the woman might get exposed.

Warnings: language (?), angst but with a fluffy end.

Author's note: I only wrote 3 fanfictions in my entire life so I'm sorry if this is lame or the writing isn't as good as you expected, but I promise I tried hard to at least make you enjoy an idea that's been in my head since I saw episode three. This was requested by me in a post I made a few days ago but then I pulled a Thanos and said "fine, I'll do it myself".

One last thing, English is not my first language so I'm really sorry if there are any mistakes. I tried my best to fix any error I could find.

Enjoy!!

You and Tess didn't have friends… or rather, you didn't have friends beside Joel. So when you heard her say she was talking to a man over the radio you couldn't believe your ears.

"Him and his partner seem nice." Tess informed you, cleaning the counter next to the one you were sitting on. "If this goes well they could be a really good resource for us."

Us. Obviously she was talking about her and Joel, but you got a sparkle of hope she meant you as well, if just as a friend you didn't mind kinda.

”I thought we couldn't trust anyone." You told her the same words she told you not a long time a ago, wiggling your feet nervously.

She laughed. "Joel said the same." And with that she placed the rag into the sink. "He's not too please with this situation either, but I made up my mind."

Tess was the one who often made decisions for both you and Joel. Since you met her a few years ago, when you finally found the QZ, you can't recall the times when she really gave the opportunity for Joel to change plans when smuggling shit… or just in general. She liked to boss him around and, since you became her friend, she did the same with you. Not that you cared, though. She was better than you at making tough decision and you were better than her at getting her out of her shell when she needed it.

That's why your duo worked and you were great together. It would be amazing if you didn't have that stupid crush on her. It would've been even more fantastic if she didn't have a crush on Joel, or so you thought.

You sighed, licking your lips. You were tapping nervously the marble you were sitting on with your index finger, thinking of all the things that could possibly go wrong. "We're not fucking going, Tess."

•••

That conversation was a few days ago, but giving the fact that she can be very convincing and you can't say no to her, there you were: sitting at the table with Joel and Tess and two people who you learnt were Bill and Frank.

You had to admit the place was nice and well taken care of. Frank was a sweet person with so much love for the little things, Bill was quite the opposite with a paranoid nature, but cooked a meal that made your mouth water just by the sight.

Overall, you felt comfortable with them. Mostly Frank because Bill hasn't stopped staring at you, Tess and Joel like he wanted to shoot you for the entire time, and the gun he kept on the table like he was the hunter and you were the preys didn't really help either.

"Thank you for inviting us" said Tess, taking a sip of the wine Frank just poured in her glass a few moments before. "I gotta say that, gun aside, which I get by the way," she stopped to look at Bill, hoping all her gratitude could be felt by the most cynic one of the couple. "How nice it is to have a civilized meal in such a beautiful place."

Seeing how much Tess was relaxed with the presence of the men, you smiled a little. "Yeah, thank you for the warmth you showed us, too. We really needed that." You said, which was gladly appreciated by Tess, knowing that it has been hard for you agreeing to this meeting.

Joel, on the other hand, remained silent, looking at Bill the entire time. The whole situation started to look more like a staring competition.

Bill just put the gun off the table, not letting his walls down that easily just for a speech that, if you didn't know Tess enough to tell she was serious, could fairly enough pass for a fake praise.

"Well…" Frank smiled, taking Bill's hand who just side eyed him. "It's nice to see there's still decent people willing to work peacefully and help others. Help that will be returned, of course."

You let out a small thank you, not really being the talkative one of the group. Then Frank added something that made you almost choke on your food and your heart drop to your stomach.

"It's also nice to see a great couple like you and Joel try to fight for love in a shitty situation like the one we're living in."

You could've noticed Tess cringe slightly at that if your eyes didn't start watering.

If only he knew how her walls only crumbled down when she was with you. How she muttered an "I love you" whenever you passed out after a drinking competition with Joel or how she would steal your shirts because "mine are all stained with the blood of some motherfucker I hit during smuggling" when, in reality, she felt safe whenever she worn anything yours.

"Excuse me." You let out a shaky breath before getting up and fast walking to the back of the house.

Joel glanced at Tess and nodded to the brunette to check on you. She sighed quitely before smiling politely and excusing herself.

You were about to crumble when you felt a firm hand grab your arm, making you turn around.

"Hey, what has gotten into you?" Tess asked you with a concerned look.

You didn't answer. You couldn't or else you would've had to tell her why your heart ached everytime someone thought her and Joel were together and how you wished she never realises they might be right.

"What? Cat got your tongue or there's a fucking clicker around?” she whispered the last part, teasing you like she always did, a fake worry on her face to disguise the real concern she felt for you.

"Ah-ah! Very funny, Theresa!" You turned around again, not having the strength to look at her when your tears were urging to come out.

"Uh-oh!" she said, her teasing nature never leaving her. "You only call me by my full name when you're angry."

When she saw you weren't giving her an answer anytime soon, she frowned. She knew you could be as secretive as her, therefore she never forced you to talk about whatever was bothering you, but now it was different; as much as she didn't want to admit it, not knowing what was bothering you was killing her.

"Look, I know something's bothering you and I need to know, 'cause the silent treatment is getting fucking annoying." Her tone was firm and calm, but you could hear that hint of annoyance that was haunting her. "If I did something wrong—"

"You didn't do anything." You sighed, running a hand through your hair. The pressure you felt become unbearable when you closed your eyes to try and ease your headache that, of course, become persistent like the brunette who was waiting for some sort of explanation.

"Well, okay. Then what is it?" She placed both her hands on her hips, staring at you with so much force you thought you could turn into pudding in that very moment. You hated the effect she had on you. It was worse than the symptoms cordyceps caused. She was the reason you could lose your mind at any moment, the only reason you could really get violent if any motherfucker even tried to hurt her.

"Y/N."

"You and Joel are so cute together!" You mocked what Frank said minutes before, the thought making you groan in frustration.

She looked at you with a puzzled expression, not understanding where the conversation was going. "What are you—"

Then it hit her. There was a deeper meaning to the harsh glances you always gave Joel whenever he would look at Tess much more for your liking. Now she understood why you never wanted her to go smuggling with him alone and she understood the reason of your overprotective nature anytime she was in trouble.

"Oh, I see…"

The frown on your face was inevitable when she stepped so close to you that you had to take a few steps back. Her stare was now holding a new light you didn't know the meaning of yet. "You're jealous."

The stupid smile adorning her face was infuriating. She was pleased by your jealousy? And for what? So she could tease you everyday for not feeling the same? So she could get even more clingy to Joel just to hurt you?

Her face softened when she saw your eyes were glossy, placing her hands on both your cheeks when you tried to hide your face.

"I wish I knew…" she breathed out, placing a strain of hair behind your ear. The sudden serious expression and the sweetness in her gestures surprised you.

Your head immediately snapped at her. "Why? So you and Joel can throw your relationship in my face?!"

She was a little taken aback by the hint of bitterness in your words, incredolus you would actually think she'd play you like that.

"You really think I would do that?" The hurt on her voice was evident, even though she tried to hide it with a harsh glance.

You shrugged your shoulder. You knew you weren't thinking clearly. Tess, your Tess, the one who has always been there for you through thick and thin, who helped you process your loved one's deaths, the one who almost killed a civilian who tried to rob you of your ration cards, she would never hurt you like that.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying to ease the tension you felt on your shoulders. Angry at yourself for how your irrationality was getting the best of you. "No, you wouldn't."

"Good." She smiled briefly at your words. "There's nothing between me and Joel, Y/N. Quite the opposite… he's been fucking teasing me for months about my stupid crush on you."

You widened your eyes, not believing what she just confessed. You tried to process her words as fast as possible, then a smirk crossed your face. "So you like me, ms. Servopoulos?"

She rolled her eyes at you and took you by the collar of your shirt. "Fuck you."

You laughed at that, feeling like the weight of the world got off of you.

"You really never noticed?" She had this incredulous expression in her face and you suddenly felt dumb. Did you really never notice? Did that mean that the times she would touch your hand for a time too long to be considered just an affectionate gesture hid something deeper? That the steady looks she gave people in the streets who looked at you too much for her liking were just a consequence of her jealousy and not her just being the wary woman she has always been?

"No? I mean, you've always been so secretive with… basically everything!" You tried to defend yourself.

She laughed like you said the funniest joke she ever heard. "Y/N, you're so fucking oblivious!"

Now you were embarrassed as fuck. How could you be so stupid?

"But it's cute." She was quick to add when she noticed how mortified you looked.

You watched her carefully with a slight pink covering your cheeks and noticed her eyes shifted briefly to your lips, so you took the opportunity to ask something you wanted to ask for a really long time.

"Can I kiss—"

"Shut the fuck up." And with that she kissed you.

Suddenly the world went quiet and the hole you felt right in your chest was fullfilled by a feeling you have been chasing since you heard of it, but never had the pleasure to experience. All your life you've been seeking for survival, you thought the only thing that mattered was going on and not getting killed, but you were wrong. Oh boy, you were so wrong. You didn't seek for survival, you seeked for Tess' left hand on your neck when she deepened the kiss, you seeked for the wine hanging on her tongue when she explored the insides of your mouth, you seeked for her other hand grabbing your hips in a way that took your breath away. You seeked for the gasps only her she could let you out from now on. You seeked to live for her and with her for as long as the fate would allow the both of you.

When you broke the kiss and opened your eyes, you felt stupid for not realising the love and admiration she felt for you. It was all there, you could see it in her eyes how she craved you like a starving woman. How she wanted to get into you, to be all over your body and grow into your lungs, brain and heart, not leaving room for any other person who could have your smiles and good days alongside your bad ones. You saw how she wanted to claim you and cherish you. How she wanted to worship you like a believer does with God.

You gave her one last kiss and then hugged her, placing both your hands on her hips like the clingy person you could be around her.

"You already want to get into my pants?" She teased you, raising an eyebrow. "Geez Y/N. Take me to a fucking date first or shits like that."

"You idiot." You shook your head, giving her a peck on the lips. "Shall we go back to the table?"

She nodded, kissing the back of your hand. "We shall."

When you got back to where three men where waiting, Joel gave you and the brunette a knowing look and you slightly nodded at him.

"You okay, Y/N?" Frank asked you with a genuine concern you appreciated.

You just looked at Tess with a stare that said more than words could ever do.

"I'm more than okay."

Frank looked at the two of you and grinned, taking a bite of his steak, realising the mistake he made before you left the table.

"Well, I guess I got the person wrong."

Tess briefly chuckled at that, giving you one last look that held all the love she never knew she could feel again towards someone.

"You did."

Well, that was it. I hope it satisfied your expectations!

[lizajane2]

The last episode 6

“Must’ve missed all the street signs in the enormous fucking forest.”

“Holy.” 🤣🤣

Joel having a panic attack… I really like that they’re adding his trauma and not overlooking it. Like they’re not pushing it aside and giving subtle hints here and there.

Not Ellie talking about wanting to be an astronaut!!

Me, having flashbacks of part 2 on Ellie’s Birthday:

Joel had no idea what to do when Ellie was in danger of being found out. That man was frozen in fear.

Joel and Tommy reuniting, me:

Hearing Joel laugh really warms my heart. Like I don’t know how else to explain it. That man deserves so much love.

“Ellie let’s mind our manners.”

Not five seconds later, after Tommy announces Maria his is wife:

“Joel say congrats.” 😂😂

Then the look on Joel’s face when Tommy mentioned that Maria was pregnant. But then Tommy saying

“Just because life stopped for you doesn’t mean it has to stop for me.”

Me:

He’s right, Joel is stuck in the past and in a lot of pain but low fucking blow, Tommy. Low blow.

Another panic attack; having a moment where he sees Sarah in another; the way his expression just softens and becomes hopeful then utter heartbreak when reality hits him. What the fuck Neil?!

Ooo I love the way Maria and Ellie bounce off each other!

Okay I'm good no more crying, but then SIKE I'm gonna make it worse for you. Here's Joel pouring his whole fucking heart out:

"We made it as far as KC- she saved my life there, from another kid. she had to shoot him to save me. because I was too slow and too fuckin' deaf hear him comin'. And I saw a man kill his own brother to save her while I just watched. and today I thought that dog was gonna tear her apart because it smelled somethin' on her. And all I did was stand there. I couldn't move."

Not even done, Joel continues:

"I was so afraid. I'm not who I was. I'm weak. Lately, there are moments where the fear comes up outta nowhere and my heart feels like it's stopped. and I have dreams every night. I can't remember. I just know that when I wake up I've lost somethin'. I'm failin' in my sleep. It's all I've ever done is fail her again and again."

AND HE'S NOT JUST TALKING ABOUT ELLIE!! SARAH TOO!!

Writers: "WAIT YOU THOUGHT I WAS DONE? HA NOPE! THERE'S MORE!"

"Do you give a shit about me or not?"

"Of course, I do."

Then he leaves and we're given a flashback of Sarah when she was little, and they were decorating for Christmas? SHUT UP NOBODY FUCKING TOUCH ME!!

Meanwhile, I'm still sobbing as Joel and Ellie have a cute scene together and he's teaching her to shoot.

*deep breaths* I think it's safe now... (maybe)

Snaps the hunter's neck, "There's my Joel. There's my man."

"I can't fuckin' do this without you."

Shit, I'm tearing up again... what the hell man?! I've played this game and it's like I'm experiencing it for the first fucking time!

[my-adhd-gremlin-blog]

And then there was one...

I made the Bad Boys final episodes together even angstier.

Enjoy?? 🤣

_

The wheat tickled Jimmy's ankles as he and Scott strolled up to the bridge's edge. He couldn't stop trembling.

"Scott, I'm scared."

He didn't need Jimmy to clarify; he knew exactly what the man meant. Scott stayed quiet, giving his friend a moment to collect himself.

"This curse... I thought I'd make it this time. There was never any hope of me winning, but... I really believed I had escaped my curse. I must be the universe's biggest joke," Jimmy scoffed, pushing up his sunglasses to press the heels of his hands into his eyes.

Again, Scott said nothing, thinking very carefully about the next words to come from his mouth. What could he say that would offer Jimmy any comfort now?

"I don't think you're a joke, Jim," he finally said, barely above a whisper. "And maybe it's not a curse, but a blessing in disguise."

Without a thought, Jimmy grabbed Scott, ready to throw him down to his death. Scott caught himself, grabbing the front of Jimmy's jacket.

Enraged, Jimmy shouted, "Why would you say that? It's my life, Scott! In what world is my death a blessing?!"

"Because you get spared from the grief of losing the people you care about!" Scott retorted. "Listen to me, Jimmy. As someone who has won this thing once, out-living your allies is a pain that's indescribable."

Jimmy, steadier now, pulled Scott squarely onto his feet again. Memories of a flowery valley drifted hazily across his mind. He was listening.

"When you get eliminated first, you get to meet us in the next Life, without any of that guilt. Knowing you took someone's final life, or many final lives, just doing what you could to survive, it eats away at you. I envy that you are free from that, Jimmy, because that guilt stays with you."

A shaky breath escaped Jimmy's lips. "I'm just so fed up of being the laughing stock. I want to prove that I'm worth something, that I'm not weak."

"Weakness is betraying your best friend just to keep air in your lungs for a little longer. You are not weak, Jimmy." Scott's hand fell lightly on Jimmy's shoulder. "Your timer is still ticking away. Do you want to do this, or not?"

For a moment, just a split second, Jimmy hesitated. Then, he removed his sunglasses and looked Scott dead in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, Scott. I have to."

Scott nodded. "I understand. Good luck."

As Scott fell, Jimmy turned away. He couldn't watch.

-

A fall. Jimmy knew he wouldn't survive the day, but he had hoped he would at least have had the chance to say goodbye to the Bad Boys. His brothers. But his death had happened so quickly, there was barely a moment to process it before he was gone. Perhaps that was why he chose to hang around for a while. To try and capture the time that had been stolen from him; to watch over his team like a guardian angel.

Joel had lost his mind. Grian was barely holding it together himself, torn between his loyalty to Joel and his innate urge to survive. When Joel was at death's doorstep, Jimmy silently pleaded to whatever was out there for a miracle. They didn't get one. Joel was back at his side, but now Grian was alone.

Maybe Scott was right. It's better this way.

●

Time was running out. Joel's timer was creeping ever closer to zero, and he was panicking. They had just laid Jimmy to rest, but he couldn't afford himself a mourning period. If he didn't act fast, Joel would be right there with him.

The other players were relentless. No matter how many times Joel got back up, they were just knocking him back down again. He needed to find Grian.

After being chased all over creation, Joel finally had a moment to reconvene with his teammate on the bridge. With only an hour left, he was getting desperate. He stood at the edge, looking down at the land below him, and his knees went weak. It was an awful long way to fall.

"What if I pushed you off right now, Grian? Wouldn't that be funny?" It was a joke, but there was a quiver in his voice.

Grian didn't miss it. He took Joel firmly by the shoulders and forced the man to look him in the eyes.

"You need time. I would do it for you, Joel, in a heartbeat. Bad Boys for life," he said. "We have to stick together, we're all we have left."

Joel took a deep breath. Hope wasn't lost yet. He still had Grian... right? A frown took over his face, something suddenly eating away at him.

"What were you doing with the Nosy Neighbours earlier?"

Grian faltered and stepped back, arms falling back to his sides.

"W-we were just... talking," he stammered.

"Yeah? What about?"

Joel's voice had hardened; there was an argument brewing.

"Listen, it's nothing personal. You've been acting reckless since Jimmy died, and... well, you're going to run out of time."

Grian took a few more steps back, away from the edge, knowing this conversation was not going to end well for him.

"I've been making new allies," he continued. "When you're gone, I'll be vulnerable. They've agreed to let me join their team."

Joel stood there, stock still, hands curling into fists. He was shaking.

"So, that's it then? You've already counted me out?"

"This is a game of survival. You know that. I've got to make plans for every eventuality," Grian replied, keeping his voice level to try and pacify Joel. "If our roles were reversed, I wouldn't be upset at you for doing the same."

"That's not why I'm upset!" Joel shouted. "Join the Nosy Neighbours, I don't care. Pearl and BigB are good people. I'm angry because we've only just buried Jimmy, I've not taken my final breath yet, and you've already given up on us!"

"Joel, it's not like -"

"No, Grian! I've been alone, fighting for my life, and you've been defending another team! I needed you, and you weren't there! All this talk of sticking together, and you weren't there."

Grian looked down at his feet, ashamed. "You're right, I'm sorry."

They stood there and stared at each other. Joel's shoulders slumped. He had no more energy, and he was wasting time. Silently, he offered his hand to Grian. Truce. Grian took it.

-

"Joel! Kill me!"

"No! Not if I can kill Scar!"

"You haven't got the time, kill me!"

Desperation had gripped them both. Joel's life was down into minutes; they were going to lose each other.

Disengaging Scar, he turned back to Grian. With Scar still in pursuit, and a very unsteady hand, Joel missed nearly every blow. Until he didn't. But Grian's time wasn't enough.

Scott's arrow landed, and Joel's world went dark.

You have run out of time.

●

"Skizz, your friends are alive! Mine are dying or dead!"

Those words cut like knives in Grian's throat as he chased away the interloper.

-

While laying traps for the Nosy Neighbours, proving that he could be trusted, that he was a real ally, Joel lost more time. He would be very low by now, and the realisation twisted in Grian's heart.

"I'm going to have to go," he announced.

Pearl offered a sympathetic smile. "Of course. Your Bad Boy is in trouble."

He swallowed the lump in his throat. "He hasn't got much time left. I need to... to say goodbye, otherwise I'll regret it."

Jimmy's face as he fell, eyes wide with shock, barely comprehending his fate before it was too late, haunted Grian once again in that moment. Let Jim do it, he'd said, Jim needs the time. One of his brothers, gone because of him, and they never got to say one word to him. He wouldn't make the same mistake with Joel.

-

They were all swarming Joel, and he had nowhere to run. Their resources were low, but that wasn't stopping Grian from trying to keep up Joel's supply of explosives.

As he fumbled, all he could do was shout encouragement to his teammate. "You've got this, Joel! Get 'em!"

He heard the TNT blow up, and Joel's frustrated cry as it missed his targets.

Please, just hold on for a second longer, he thought, working as fast as he could to assemble the bombs for Joel.

"Grian! It's not going we -"

Joel's words were cut off by a loud clap of thunder. Grian's heart stopped. Looking up from his crafting bench, everything had gone still. All had gone quiet, except for the gentle trickle of the water flowing over the sides of the former Bread Bridge.

"...Joel?"

He ran to the end of the bridge, not wanting to believe what had happened. Joel wasn't there. Grian had lost another brother.

"JOEL!"

Grian moved as though his body wasn't his own. The memory would be hazy, like waking from a dream that slips away just as quickly as it came. He'd remember Pearl taking his arm, guiding him towards Frog Tower on unstable legs. He'd remember BigB's strong arms holding him as he wept. He'd remember the dirt under his nails as he dug the grave.

-

That night, Grian slept fitfully. Nightmares visited him, of creeper blasts and scarlet stained sand. The flash of his blade under the sun streaming through a canopy of leaves. Dripstone, pointed and deadly, plummeting towards its victims.

Eventually, Grian found himself at Joel's grave, wrapped in his and Jimmy's jackets.

In a hushed voice, he began speaking to the headstone. "Everywhere I go, I seem to leave a trail of graves in my wake. You were doomed from the start."

He hugged the jackets tighter. They still smelled like his brothers. On the headstone was Joel's pair of sunglasses. Grian's own were tucked in his pocket. Retrieving them, he held them out in his flat palm before letting them fall onto the hard cobblestone floor.

As he stood, his head swam. He closed his eyes against the dizziness, but was only plagued by the visions that had been tormenting his dreams. When he opened them again, a single tear escaped from his lashes.

"I'm sorry, boys."

Grian lifted a foot, and brought it down heavily on the sunglasses. They snapped clean in two.

-

Author's notes: 1) I had so much faith in Jimmy 😭🤣. I'm trying to put lipstick on a pig, but at this point it's just sad. 2) The pacing of Joel's POV is kinda rushed, I'm sorry. I was trying to keep each segment roughly the same length, but there was more I wanted to say. Namely, Grian is bad at alliances. In case it wasn't obvious, I'm a little bitter that Grian basically abandoned Joel to make friends with the Nosy Neighbours while Joel was being hunted. Could he not have just waited until after? (There’s no real heat to this, BTW, I understand why Grian did what he did, I just think Joel might have survived a little longer if Grian had been defending him). 3) This took me so long to write because I had to sift through so many clips of Grian's entire Life series just for that ONE paragraph in the third segment. I know people talk about Grian being "cursed" to kill/cause the death of his allies, so I was looking for examples of that. FOR THE ANGST! 🤣

Anyway, this is what I've been hyperfixated on for the last few days. Thanks for reading.

[theflyingfeeling]

Oooooh we need (more spesifically I need lol 😂) FRIENDS au!! Pretty please? I give you a sunflower 🌻

FRIENDS AU MY BELOVED 😭😭😭😭

(I would have done this even without the sunflower, but thanks 🥺)

TOMMI AS CHANDLER 👏

JOONAS AS JOEY 👏

OLLI AS RACHEL 👏

Actually I can also kinda imagine Olli as Phoebe, but then there'd be no one suitable for the role of Rachel, so...

Aleksi as Phoebe? That's the best I can offer you and I swear I can make it work 😇

Niko as Ross, not as self-centered but just as geeky, lecturing everyone about his favourite movies 🤓

And Joel as Monica, perhaps less of a control-freak but definitely as easily thrown off his course if something doesn't go according to his careful plan 💀

So we have Tommi and Joonas living under the same roof, and Olli and Joel accross the hall, yeah? Aleksi and Niko live close by and are always raiding Tommi and Joonas' fridge, because they know there's only leftover takeout in the other apartment lol

Let's start with Olli, because I loooove Rachel 😂 Rachel!Olli is such a pretty little princess and absolutely clueless about most things, so he couldn't be farther away from doctorate student Niko's type; yet, he can't stop daydreaming about seeing Olli's smile whenever he's on his way to their favourite hangout where Olli works at, a bar called Central Bob

(I tried 🙈)

Ross!Niko will talk anyone's ears off when someone as much as mentions movies, and his friends are trying their best to appear interested, but they've heard him go on and on and fucking on about that one film in particular 🙄 Olli can't say he understands half the things Niko tells him, but his enthusiasm is incredibly endearing 😍

Monica!Joel is a nervous wreck, not least because his dream of ever owning his own record label has never seemed so far. He's stuck working as a mere errand boy in a no-name company that, according to Joel, keeps making all the wrong decisions. He's constantly being brought down by his superiors when he dares to make a suggestion, so he spends most of his days believing he amounts to nothing

Chandler!Tommi wishes Joel could see how brilliant he actually is. Tommi would tell him, but alas, he's a man of few words, unless it's witty remarks to make everyone laugh 😔 The best he can do to support Joel is to provide him with delicious dinners, hoping they'll eventually add up to enough of a love confession

Joey!Joonas sleeps around and makes the most out of his C-list celebrity status (he starred in a tacky reality show once). He keeps saying he's not looking for a serious relationship and that he's fully content with just "having fun". He'd never admit it to anyone that he's always had a bit of a crush on Aleksi

Phoebe!Aleksi entertains his friends by inviting them to his DJ gigs, although they rarely seem to pay much attention to his music selections as much as to dancing and drinking. He is thankful for Joonas though, as he always finds something nice to say about Aleksi's set, even though Aleksi knows the music he plays is not exactly Joonas' cup of tea

Episode titles include such classics as The One With The Pigeons (in which Joel's already bad day is made worse by a pigeon attack and Tommi helps him overcome the trauma), The One With The Almost Proposal (in which Niko takes Olli to the movies for their billionth date and Niko had arranged so that after the end credits, the text Will You Marry Me? would end up on the screen, but Olli falls asleep halfway through the movie and Niko doesn't have the courage to try again for many weeks), The One Where Joonas Gets Sick (he's not actually, just awfully hangover, but he doesn't have the heart to tell Aleksi who keeps taking such good care of him), The One Where Everything Is Cancelled (in which everyone's plans get cancelled due to a snow inferno outside. Hilarity, feelings, and bad (=great) decisions ensue), and The One Where Santeri Quits (in which their mutual friend Santeri is fed up with everyone's shit, quits his job as the janitor of their building, and moves to The Bahamas)

(he sends them a postcard from there though)

[billhaderlovebot]

of heartbreak and raviolis - aaron conners

summary: you're sick and tired of everyone taking advantage of your best friend, aka aaron conners, aka the most wonderful man in the world, aka the man you love. not so subtle amy bashing fic.

tags: @whoseblogsthis @mpmarypoppins @a-second-hand-sorrow

aaron conners had always had shitty taste in women. you'd mainly thought so because none of the women he'd ever picked happened to be you.

aaron was too soft. too soft for this world and the men and women in it. they would break him. they would ball up the effervescent, unconditional kindness and love he had for people and shove it right back down.

amy was going to break him, too.

you knew she would.

and, oh, how you hated her. you hated her and how unreliable she was and the infuriating vapidness within her and her terrifying lack of respect for the man you had loved since you were seventeen. your best friend.

watching him kiss her was hell. watching him fall for her, knowing he was gone and there was nothing you could do about it, was worse.

but he was so happy, and he looked at her like she'd hung the moon.

it fucking hurt.

because you were tired of sitting by while everyone took advantage of how fucking nice he always was.

because you knew what was coming. and you didn't have the heart to say "i told you so".

"hey, hey, slow down, honey, i can't understand you."

aaron was crying. his voice came broken and shuddering down the line, trying desperately to get something out that wasn't cut with a sob burning from his chest. but you already knew what he was going to say. you knew, and you were pulling on a sweater and grabbing your keys before he could explain.

"she... she said-" and he couldn't get it out. the sound of his heartbreak made your own heart shatter.

"im coming over." you breathed, slamming the door and heading out into the night to comfort the man you had always wanted but could never have.

---

amy had cheated. actually, amy had been cheating for quite some time. she had never stopped, in fact.

you'd been tangled together on aaron's couch, a mass of crying and limbs and throw blankets, for hours now.

"i thought she loved me." aaron scoffed, staring blankly out of the window to where the sun was just beginning to rise over new york.

his head was in your lap and the only thing keeping him tethered to sanity was your hand threading through his hair. "she said she loved me."

he let out a mirthless laugh, and you were suddenly furious.

"i'm so fucking angry." you whispered, eyes intent on aaron's face, angled towards the sunrise, the remnants of heartbreak in shining tracks down his cheeks.

"why?" he inquired, turning over to look up at you.

"because... because this shouldn't happen, aaron. not to you."

---

light snores filled the quiet apartment as aaron drifted off in your arms. he had moved so that his face rested in the crook of your shoulder, his hand draped over your waist. you couldn't help but feel that this was a little bit not fair. it wasn't the first time something like this had happened to him, and it wasn't the first time you'd had to hold him and comfort him and pretend you hadn't been painfully in love with him since high school. so here you were, again, the doting, supportive best friend. again. fuck.

in sleep, he looked younger. in sleep, he looked content, save for the small wrinkle between his eyebrows, the remainder of the day's emotional strain. it disappeared with the gentle press of your lips against the soft skin, and aaron unconsciously held onto you a little tighter. your heart ached as it did when you were a teenager.

when, at seventeen, you lay eyes on him at a house party, shrouded in smoke and coloured lights and the thumping bass of some nondescript vaporwave track, your heart skipped, like, twelve beats or something.

and, when, blue eyed and floppy haired, he looked back at you, raising his red plastic cup, your heart fell out of your ass. upon trying to talk to the guy who had so quickly stolen your heart, you spilled your vodka soda all over him. he tipped his own drink over your head. you stared at each other for several solid seconds of short lived fury, and then cracked up, immediately going to find more alcohol. you were best friends from that day on.

you were the one who supported him through medical school, helping him study and walking to campus every morning to give him coffee and whatever baked good you deemed acceptable. bidding him goodbye with a kiss on the cheek and the promise of a movie marathon.

you endured aaron's many vapid, fake-nice, passive-aggressive girlfriends who would loathe you and shoot you looks that, should they kill, would have you six feet fucking under.

you pushed how deeply in love with him you were right down below the surface, because his happiness was more important to you.

you thought, now, almost a decade later, as he had cried in your arms for hours about a woman that didn't feel the same, that it might be time for you to get your feelings in order and fucking tell him that all you wanted was for him to take you in his arms and kiss you fucking senseless.

and then they got back together.

"aaron, you fuck- you what?" you were absolutely livid, like, struggling-to-hold-the-phone-without-smashing-it-into-someone's-face livid.

"um, i, i just really want to make it work with her, and she was really sorry, and-"

"aaron, she broke your fucking heart."

"yeah, i know, i-

"and i was the one to let you cry your fucking eyes out on me for hours, even though it hurt. i've stood by for years, watching people hurt you and knowing there was nothing i could do about it."

"i'm not your responsibility, honey." he said. "this is my own life and i... you don't have to be involved."

"how can you fucking say that, aaron? of course i do. i won't let her do this to you again. i'm your best fucking friend, is that not enough for you?"

"...i guess not."

you'd never wanted to beat aaron to death before, but if he continued being so fucking stupid, you'd advise him not to put it past you. there was a deafening silence on the phone after that, because there was nothing you could say to change his mind, and nothing he could say that would make you not want to murder amy townsend. or him.

"i won't do this anymore." you finally said, a lump in your throat.

"what?"

"pretend that... that i'm not in love with you so that i can be okay with the manipulative assholes you pick as girlfriends."

"wh-?"

"goodbye, aaron."

---

the month that followed was probably the worst month of your entire life. you didn't speak to aaron once. no calls, no emails, no 2am visits to listen to billy joel and eat junk and talk about how you both carried the weight of the world on your shoulders. you'd always shared that weight, and, now, it was like someone had torn you in half and left you bleeding.

you were halfway through the last episode of season ten of friends, and your second box of cold pop tarts, crying your eyes out, when the doorbell rang. you wiped your eyes with the sleeve of one of aaron's old college sweaters and dragged yourself up from the couch. your breath caught in your throat at the sight of the disheveled, very attractive man hyperventilating in front of you when the front door swung open.

"aaron?" you stumbled over your thrift store welcome mat you bought because of the blue cat on it, holding yourself up on the door frame and staring up at him in sleepy disbelief.

"hi, yes, hi." aaron was breathing hard, the aftermath of running the whole two miles to your apartment in the middle of the night. "i've been thinking a lot about... about what you said, and i just, i've missed you, yknow? and, i, um, not that that makes everything okay, because i didn't listen to you, and it sucked, and-"

"what do you want?" you asked, trying not to punch him. "i'm tired, aaron. and not just physically. i'm tired of waiting around for you to love me."

"oh, well that's, um, that's good." he nodded, peeling off his jacket. "sorry, um, im sweaty-"

"that's good?" you blinked. aaron was clueless at the best of times, but this was insane.

"yes, yeah, because i realised something, um, just now, at home, with amy."

"i really don't want to hear about amy right now-"

"no, i know, i just, um, i realised that she's not who i want." he shrugged.

"it's about fucking time, aaron, i swear to god-"

"you're my best friend, and... i meant what i said, yknow, about that not being enough for me."

aaron ducked under the doorframe, bending down to capture your lips with his own. your eyes widened, and you froze up, your arms at your sides. the fact that aaron conners was kissing you just wouldn't compute.

and then it did, and you were kissing him back, your arms flying around his neck and your fingers twisting into his hair.

the kiss was searing, and your skin burned where his hands trailed across your cheeks, cupping your jaw, and up the back of your shirt, ghosting across your hip bones.

even when you stumbled back into your apartment, falling backwards over the couch, aaron was relentless, attaching his lips to your neck as if nothing was amiss.

what stood out to you was how easy this was. how you were able to fall into place so quickly as if you'd been doing this for years. as if you hadn't been pining for him for half your life.

"hey," you broke the kiss, gazing up at him in all his blue eyed, flustered, swollen-lipped glory. "hey, we have some, ah, things to talk about, i think."

aaron nodded, swallowing. "yeah, um, yeah."

you pecked his lips, closing your eyes. you just wanted to be someone who had kissed aaron conners, no complications, for a few seconds longer.

"raviolis?" he asked quietly, still hovering above you with that signature, heart-melting grin.

"it's 1am, aaron."

"i know a guy."

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 2879

i didn't sleep much last night! joel was too close to me and i kept being in pain, so all of that sucked.

got up, showered, dressed, packed myself some lunch, grabbed my shit, got joel, and left to bring him to work. it was a really beautiful morning, and it stayed really beautiful all day. just a little toasty for my liking.

stopped at starbucks on my way to work. someone gave the lady at the window their card to use up their points. so my breakfast was free. nice.

work was strenuous as fuck. i ended up working with a group of four students for almost two and a half hours on math, and they were all students from the class that i'm embedded in on mondays and wednesdays. they asked to skip class tomorrow to work with me in the library. i said no. with a caveat.

so we're meeting tomorrow morning at 9:30 to work together before class, and then we're going to class. gives them more time to work, gives me more hours, gets them to class on time. win-win-win.

my last appointment for the day was someone i've worked with before, so it was nice to see him. he's taking a few more cheaper classes before he goes to his top pick school in texas for the fall. i'm super proud of him. he's done a lot of work, and it really shows. he's a good kid. literally baby.

i got the chance before everyone arrived to look at my stickers and my planner and put some in! and then people kept coming and i was like "well shit okay" and had to put it all away.

also before everyone came in, i thought about the pasta salad i brought for lunch. that shit is so good, i was so excited to eat it that i cracked into it quarter past 10. i realized when it was gone that i no longer had lunch. but i still had some bread, so i could eat that later, no problem.

after i was technically done for the day, at 2, i just couldn't handle the idea of going to my other job, so i texted her and said i was caught up at work. i was so drained after working with all of those students all at once. i don't like that. i should really get paid for ten hours for that session. four students, two and a half hours each. the math checks out. i should know.

anyway, instead of going across the city, i stayed and sat and talked with my coworkers and i showed them my stickers and my planner and i put more stickers in and i'm pretty pleased with it so far.

at 4, the library closed and i went to my car. i grabbed the loaf of lemon bread and devoured it.

drove the long way to get joel, came back, ate some more pasta salad, and did the dishes. it started out as "would you please unload the dishwasher" and it turned into "someone's gonna have to do this, and they're both tired and/or injured so i'll do it while they're out," entirely forgetting that i am also injured, but it's less obvious to the regular person outside of my nerve endings. but i loaded the dishwasher, washed a few things by hand, and gathered more dishes that didn't fit and rinsed them off so they'd be suited for plopping in the dishwasher once it was done.

lisa cooked dinner - peppercorn steak with asparagus almondine and mashed sweet potatoes. it was really good. it was nice to sit with mom and dad for dinner outside. we rather enjoyed being on the deck. after eating, i rinsed the new dishes and plopped those in the sink too, and after cleaning up i went to ask joel what he wanted to eat. so i cooked up some ramen and brought him that and a big cup of water and we watched the two existing episodes of ms marvel together. i kinda lost my shit, laughing so hard because god if it isn't all just a mood. i crocheted some more while we watched

joel showered and i kept working until i determined i should just. go to the bathroom. much needed.

butter in the potatoes.

anyway, now we're in bed, my spine hurts, my shoulder hurts, and i'm fucking exhausted. good long day and i'm not hoping for a repeat.