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so a year ago today i stress-sweated and had heart palpitations while pushing publish on ao3 on my first last of us fanfic
and the response to it was beyond literally anything i could have imagined, and it's given me an incredible community and friends and so much joy.
so i wrote a bonus chapter of the millers on family vacation, hope you enjoy 💗
#twenty-six fics later and i'm still stress sweating rn sharing this#palms are sweaty knees weak arms are heavy#i promise i'll get back to work on busfic now for real#streetlights pointed in an arrowhead#the last of us fanfiction#tlou fanfiction#joel and ellie#the last of us
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died. cause of death: cornelia street by taylor swift
#“as if the streetlights pointed in an arrowhead leading us home.”#damn.#daniel.txt#taylor swift#cornelia street
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singing “as if the streetlights pointed in an arrowhead leading us home” when she knew that she’d be rocking up at arrowhead stadium less than 24 hours later… she’s such a lover girl
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thinking about how taylor has talked about light or the lack thereof in the past couple of years .. how it began as "something happened for the first time in the darkest little paradise, shaking, pacing, i just need you" -> "you should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in the darkened room" -> "i'd kiss you as the lights went out" -> "starry eyes sparking up my darkest nights" -> "we could follow the sparks" -> "the streetlights pointed in an arrowhead leading us home" -> "meet me in the afterglow" -> "this ultraviolet morning light below tells me this love is worth the fight" -> "i've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night, and now i see daylight". and then it turned into "my eclipsed sun, this has broken me down" -> "across our great divide there is a glorious sunrise" -> "i'm sitting on a bench in coney island wonder 'where did my baby go?' the fast times, the bright lights, the merry-go" -> "it gets colder and colder when the sun goes down" -> "remember looking at this room, we loved it cause of the light. now i just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time" -> "half moonshine, full eclipse". how initially he was a force that pulled her from the darkness and brought her light, the light was a safe place from them to stay. then it became something that he was taking from her, not letting her shine as brightly as she felt they once did. it was something that she could only reminisce on from the dark that she had been re-delivered to. and how the beginning of the resolution of the arc, which i'm sure will be discussed in much further detail in ttpd, can be found in bejeweled: "i miss sparkling" "i'm still bejeweled, when i walk in the room, i can still make the whole place shimmer" "what's a girl gonna do? a diamond's gotta shine"
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✨as if the streetlights pointed in a arrowhead leading us home ✨
#taylorswift#taylor swift#eras taylor swift#the eras taylor swift#travis and taylor#travis kelce#taylorlove#taylorswiftlyrics#taylor swizzle#taylorlurking#taylornation#swifties#the eras tour#i love you taylor#lover#blogger
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Day 19 : Streetlights
~ as if the street lights pointed in an arrowhead, leading us home ~
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The actual prophecy is the lyric “as if the streetlights pointed in an arrowhead leading us home” and I get chills every time I hear it in retrospect
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thinking about “she is my best friend, she is my family” and “on the way home.” and ‘you’re my best friend,’ and you knew what it was, he is in love and just want to keep calling your name until you come back home and i don’t want you like a best friend and i’ll be there if you’re the toast of the town babe, or if you strike out and you’re crawling home and take me out and take me home and i think you should come home and as if the streetlights pointed in an arrowhead leading us home and feels like home, stay in bed the whole weekend and rose flowing with your chosen family and you’re not my homeland anymore and i can go anywhere i want, just not home and he feels like home and like you were my closest friend and the lips i used to call home, so scarlet it was maroon and on the way home, i wrote a poem and little did you know, your home’s really only a town you’re just a guest in and “he was my best friend, and that was the worst part.”
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do the girls back home touch you like i do? i'll make myself at home and he'll want me to stay. as if the streetlights pointed in an arrowhead leading us home. they say home is where the heart is, but that's not where mine lives. and he feels like home. i found myself running home to your sweet nothings. little did you know your home's really only a town you're just a guest in.
and he can be my jailer. gold cage hostage to my feelings. but we were dancing with our hands tied. put you in jail for something you didn't do. handcuffed to the spell i was under. this cage was once just fine. little did you know your home's really only the town you'll get arrested.
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Juby week day 1 @kraekat29
Corneila street
Ruby’s P.O.V
We were the back seat drunk on something stronger than the drinks at the bar, I rented a place on corneila street, i say casually in the car we were a fresh page filling in the blanks as we go, as if the streetlights pointed in the arrowhead leading us home, I hope I never lose, I hope it never ends, hope it never ends I’d never walk Cornelia street again, your love leaving autumn leaves in your wake , I never walk corneila street again , I hope I never lose this, I hope it never ends autumn air, your jacket round my shoulders your hand intertwined with mine , that smile pasted on our faces the love shining bright in our eyes, baby I’m so terrified of it if you walk away I hope I never lose you I hope it never ends , I’d never walk Cornelia street again, you hold my hand on the street walk me back to that apartment, the dances in the kitchen, how this city screams your name, I’d be so terrified if you ever walked away,
Picnics in the park hands on our hearts , rain kisses lingering between the shadows of us walking back to that apartment on Cornelia street again, love shining eyes staring into yours, I hope I never lose this hope it never ends.
#rudy pankow#jj maybank#fanfic#outer banks#outerbanks#wattpad#original writing#obx#ruby routledge#jubyweek2024#charleyjordan#taylor swift#lovers#cornelia street#Spotify
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hi @freetobeyouandmichi-me love, thanks for the ask!
in my happy little streetlights world, by the time ellie miller is 18 and they’re celebrating christmas, they’ve got four years of figuring out traditions and they’ve got it pretty settled by now:
they do Christmas Eve dinner with tommy and maria and open their gifts to each other
maria (lovingly) coerces everyone into pajama sets for a picture. She got ellie’s size wrong the first year - she got the correct size but ellie likes them a size bigger for extra coziness - but has made sure to get it right every year since
(this is the year maria is pregnant with TJ, which they’d shared before Thanksgiving)
Christmas morning is just ellie and joel. He drinks coffee and she drinks cocoa (with an absurd amount of marshmallows), even when it’s 75 degrees out, because texas y’all
they do stockings first, just little knickknacks and funny gifts (one time they gave each other pet rocks, which they each still have). joel gives ellie scratch offs and then tries to claim a “purchasing fee” when she wins more than $5
The first Christmas joel went a little nuts on gifts (it’s a big deal, their first Christmas, sue him) but it made ellie a little uncomfortable because a) she only had like two things for him, both of which were homemade and b) she’s never really been on the receiving end of so much positive attention at the holidays. So joel makes sure to tone it down in subsequent years even when his brain is screaming at him to spoil the fuck out of her
they do just a couple gifts for each other now. this year it’s just little useful, thoughtful things: guitar strings and good quality art pencils and silly socks.
joel gives ellie the full charcoal art set she mentioned offhand one time over the phone, and ellie gives joel a new toolbox to replace the one that finally bit the dust (and she puts some silly mushroom stickers she found on Etsy on it)
after presents, it’s movie time
ellie gave up two years ago on arguing that Die Hard isn’t a Christmas movie and now she watches it without complaint (and loves it, not that she can tell him that)
joel is more tired than he can say of the first two Home Alone movies but those are ellie’s picks, so they watch and he always finds himself laughing when the Wet Bandits step on ornaments and get hit with paint cans
(he says “why the hell’d you take your shoes off?” to ellie a lot and she automatically responds with “why the hell are you dressed like a chicken?”)
they stay in their pajamas all day, the ones maria got them this year, and eat leftovers from yesterdays dinner plus whatever candy they’ve accumulated
ellie always falls asleep by the end of Muppet Christmas Carol, like clockwork, head on a pillow on joel’s lap
ellie’s on break from school till the new year, and joel takes Christmas through New Year’s Day off so he and his employees can have a break. So it’s a week of lazy pajama days, visiting other friends, just enjoying occupying the same space before life starts up in earnest again and it goes back to quick hellos and goodbyes in the morning
anyway I just had a couple thoughts about it 😅
#streetlights pointed in an arrowhead#i really didn’t mean to come up with this much but it just kept flowing#a little of it is based on my own preferred Christmas activities#but pretty much i gave them a fluffy happy Christmas#because this is my fluffy happy universe with no apocalypse#and i love it here#did you see the little nods I put to a couple other fics? because the multiverse is real 👀#tlou fanfiction#the last of us fanfiction#joel and ellie#joel and ellie headcanons#merry chrysler#the last of us
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Little did you know your homes really only the town you’ll get arrested // and he feels like home // I can go anywhere I want just not home // when we get all alone I’ll make myself at home // you’re not my homeland anymore // as if the streetlights pointed in an arrowhead leading us home // take me home // a town you’re just a guest in
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Hope TayTay has ever seen all these invisible strings with Trav, because “as if the streetlights pointed in an arrowhead, leading us home” and “I’ll be 87 and you’ll be 89” are just fcking insane!! I love it!!
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as if the streetlights pointed in an arrowhead leading us home 🩵💙💜
#and i hope i never lose you#hope it never ends#i’ll never fly past your base again#and baby i get mystified by how this server screams your names#goddddd i’ll miss hc9 so much. hole in my heart etc#HER BASE IS SO BEAUTIFUL 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🫶🫶🫶🫶
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THE STREETLIGHTS WERE POINTING IN AN ARROWHEAD LEADING US HOME ❤️💛❤💛
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A really heartfelt piece 🥲
Disclaimer: I do not own this fanfic!!
Summary: Locklyle (Hollow boy - empty grave)
“But… but, why Lucy?” He asks and oh, she is going to slam her head into the table. “Because of a few hiccups on a few jobs?”
“I almost got us all killed at Aickmere’s!”
“Oh come off it.” Warm fingers wrap around her wrists, pulling her hands away from her face and leaving her blinking under the harsh fluorescent lights of the café. “I’ve almost got us all killed hundreds of times. Combe Carey? The bet with Kipps? That time George was under the weather so I made dinner and gave us both food poisoning?”
He’s thrown the last one in to try make her smile; she stares back at him stonily.
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#poetic#anthony lockwood#lockwood and co#lucy carlyle#locklyle#lockwood and co fanfic#anthony bloody lockwood#lockwood and lucy
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