#to be clear i love ellie

[runawaymun]

First of all, @the-commonplace-book what did i do to deserve this. I hate you.

Second of all, since you informed me this is for the WIP word writing game while cackling maniacally. Fine. You asked for it.

"pleasure homely house"

No. Why do you do this to me. Why did you tell me this was a reference to "pleasure casino" from that awful euphemisms list asldkgsaklghasldgh i hate you i hate you so much

"pussy"

I don't think I've ever actually used 'pussy' in any of my writing 😭 it's such an ugly word on the page pls

"Duck" - I do actually have 'ducks' though I'm pretty sure you meant to say 'dick' (which I also don't use because man, what an ugly word on the page)

From the Elrondir modern AU:

Lindir loved the idea of holding hands with someone, falling asleep together, making waffles in the morning and going for long walks to feed the ducks that swam in the Loudwater. But he had never felt that spark people always seemed to talk about, and sex had always been rather bland.

"Cock"

Finneeeeee. From a later chapter of Partake in the works. A little spoilery, I suppose. It's a scene I am not entirely sure will actually wind up in the final draft. We'll see how things go.

Then Gil-Galad wraps his hand around Elrond’s cock, and the world stops.

"Ass"

Nope. I have used this occasionally but it's not in any as-of-yet unpublished WIPs in any capacity, sorry ;)

[transalangrant]

I am just so absolutely floored at how poly the jurassic park movie actually is, having just rewatched it. the little mr. DNA video scene and the three of them just commenting with each other as if they’ve known each other for years. girl didn’t y’all just meet like this morning. the FUCKING helicopter scene. that was. did ian fucking growl playfully at the two of them or did I imagine this 😭 okay and when with ian’s more overt flirting with ellie in the car… she literally calls alan’s attention to it like alan look at this. what the fuck. why are you inviting your boyfriend to your flirting session with another guy. no monogamous explanation for this. and when she’s digging through the dinosaur shit for the sake of science (autism) and ian and alan just standing there like. “she seems…. tenacious.” and alan just says “you have no idea.” like just throughout the movie or like before everything goes to shit, alan is just really not as put off by ian’s very obvious flirting with his girlfriend. in front of him. as most people would be. my tentative hypothesis: bisexual.

like what is this. what is this picture.

ellie smiling politely while her two boyfriends take up an indecent amount of space in the fruitiest positions I have seen in my life ever. hey they can’t sit straight it’s almost as if they’re uh. not. straight. really though I think it’s funny that laura dern is like actually trying to smile for the promo picture and y’know. sitting down in a sane fashion meanwhile sam neill and jeff goldblum are like: (see figure 1 above.) and literally did someone tell them to do that. was this part of the plan. or did they just do that. what happened here. even the framing of it is poly like what about this does not say Polycule Portrait 1993. I’m crying please it’s just. this can’t be real how I did not notice it before.

also like tumblr won’t let me upload it but please I’m SOBBING here I swear to god ian holds alan’s hand in the jeep for like a full beat. like ??? and people think this movie is just. not queer like I’m sorry the dinosaurs are canonically transgender (but I mean alan and ellie t4t at the start is just so strong also) and ian not only gives the strongest bisexual vibes I have ever perceived in a character but also I know he would engage in genderfuckery at any given opportunity. I would not be surprised if he turned out to be genderqueer in some form either. please I’m about to pass out someone explain how no one talks about any of this ever please

[misty-moth]

Elbert’s my favorite. Confirmed. I’m going to hold him oh so gently and never let go because that’s what he deserves.

Look at him’s sweet lil face 🥺🥹

[mariatesstruther]

ellie coming out to marlene and marlene being like girl me too and ellie coming out to tommy and tommy being like girl me too and ellie coming out to maria and maria being like girl me too and ellie coming out to tess and tess being like girl me too—

[baelonthebrave]

also very nice to see tess in a happier healthier moment where she’s enjoying time with joel and their friends. it’s revealing to see her when she isn’t just purely in survival mode and gives you more of a window into joel’s clearly conflicted feelings about her, which in turn opens him up as well

[i-wanna-show-you-off]

just started watching disventure camp today (finally) and I’m already on ep 6. I have (out loud) made the “you a baby quit cussing” joke like. Every single episode at least once. I have SO MUCH to talk about..

more in tags..like spoilers and stuff..

[dykeomania]

to some extent i will always continue to sip the shit out of neil druckmann's ass with a straw because the last of us to this day has got to have some of the most nuanced, accurate depictions of grief and loss that i have ever seen in a piece of media, let alone in a video game. like there are great games out there that are close seconds but neil druckmann ate that

[whenthegoldrays]

Other thoughts from episode 2:

You expect me to believe that Sun Jae didn’t recognize Sol’s voice in the grandma disguise??

Is that really a thing that happens in Korea? Buddhist grandmas just go around randomly asking for money??

[reggies-eyeliner]

COME ON, REGINALD

(this band is back... 🎶)

i do not know who you are but I love you so much oh my gosh

[tragedykery]

ok finished the book. what the fuck

[campchitaquamemories]

I know people who are like “acab” and then get really into Law & Order or NCIS, whereas I’m like “acab” and very into Broadchurch and Shetland.

[mx-paint]

The thing about Riley in terms of Ellie and her own trust issues and character is that everything that Is Ellie would never have been possible without Riley.

Riley was the first person that Ellie loved, her first crush, her roommate, her best friend. She was also the first person to leave without saying anything, not even telling Ellie anything about it. Riley unintentionally gave her that bit of guilt and trauma that she was so easy to be left behind (which I think is a big reason the dlc/episode is titled in such a way, to symbolize not only Ellie's feelings and emotions, but also her first home that she can never go back to, of Many what ifs that could have happened if that night, or any other night before or after that, had went differently). Riley is also the person that matters to also (unintentionally) put it into her head that she doesn't belong anywhere, that she wouldn't know what it was like to have someone love her like Riley's parents had unconditionally loved her.

Joel is the first person to treat her in such a way without thought. Just within hours of meeting each other, he kills someone for her, someone that he knew and was friends with, because he was going to kill her, and he feels the same fear and anger he felt when Sarah had also been shot so carelessly by someone unwilling to listen. He drags her along if he has to to keep her alive, does what he can to make sure she's safe and warm and fed.

So, naturally, when the next person who she comes to trust again that isn't dead says he wants to leave her? Well, originally, she runs. But, here, she stays, but the reactions are the same; He's the first person to treat her like a kid, to protect her by practically ripping people apart for trying to hurt her, and he's the first person to not leave. That means everything to Ellie, it's everything she's ever wanted, to not be alone, or alone with someone she can't feel safe with. Of course she's going to be angry and upset!

But all of this makes Maria's talk with Ellie that much...More. The only people that can actually harm you aren't the raiders or soldiers that want to kill you (or Worse), but the people that you trust.

[anastacialy]

ellie such a uniquely terrifying person.

the show itself hasn't fully gone into it quite yet, though it has been touched on — for those of us familiar with the game's left behind dlc, we know she has recently suffered a profound loss. we meet her about three weeks after this horrible, life altering event.

and she's certainly handling it in interesting ways.

this episode, she yet again tried to get her hands on a gun numerous times. she seemingly brushed off tess's death — she only knew her for a couple days, after all — and told (or demanded, in no uncertain terms) that joel not blame her for what happened. and then, oh, you know, snuck into the shop basement. we remembering that bit?

yeah, my focus was pulled from it too — i have a whole other post about the rest of the episode and my broken heart therein, but god did ellie make several choices in that moment. with tess's death still fresh in mind she still snuck down there, knowing the dangers, alone, almost no weapons, without notifying joel in the slightest. i was glad she at least had the forethought to turn that trashcan into a quick escape route.

and when she sees an infected down there, she walks toward it.

every step she took closer to it was terrifying, but her face lit up with the same morbid curiosity she'd had when she watched joel beat a man to death. that she chose to understand it by slicing into its half-face, seeing what lie under its skin, before stabbing in through the skull. a look of slight pride, self satisfaction as she took its life.

and i'm reminded of what she asked last episode:

"was it hard? knowing they were people, once?"

[heroes-fading]

alright your rockstar anon is back to talk except off anon bc you have provided me with a new set of brain rot

wouldve couldve shouldve?????? being That song was so real and !!!!!!! one of the things I love about it is the universality of the bridge - “give me back my girlhood it was mine first” can apply to SO MANY THINGS, theres so much relatability to it and there’s probably a trend that blows up to Ellie’s song with people resonating with the song

so I’m just imagining the wave of social media support Ellie gets during that law suit, and while the entire situation is horrendous, the public outside of the courts understands and they support Ellie fully

also cant remember if this is on your spotify playlist but may I propose a song rec: praying by Kesha

hmmmm just re-listened to song rec (I only remembered the vibes when suggesting it) and I feel like the religious undertones are either1) ignore the song rec2) a way to say fuck you to handing out bibles at a festival David

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LOVE thank you so much for being invested in this lil universe it makes me so happy!!! praying is a BANGER and dr l*ke was exactly one of the people I was thinking of when writing this iteration of david. kesha's court battle was really top of mind for me.

tbh I would love to believe in unanimous public support for ellie but after living through the past two years on social media...i think a lot of people would get it and for others it'd take the article and a lot of other women and girls coming forward to break through to them. and it shouldn't have to. but this is the world we live in. it helps that a record producer would be without the built in fanbase of movie stars or directors or big acts, so the backlash to ellie publicly wouldn't be that bad.

the support would probably outweigh the backlash, especially with another big act in her corner (joel's fanbase of random anti mainstream middle aged dudes and the Depressed Community would probably have her back and follow his example) but others would stay entirely silent for fear of retribution until tides really turned.

the saddest part of it is how common it is with women who come forward - and now we suddenly have the precedent of defamation lawsuits for women even daring to speak now even in vague terms. the closest we get to justice is when multiple women speak out and the solidarity that exists there but like...by that point that shit is serial.

the people that get it though fucking get it.

[ellieloves2draw]

accidentally drew one of my cats as a dilf

(ID: a pencil drawing of an older light-skinned man looking surprised. he has short salt-and-pepper hair and a thick, short beard. he is wearing a black trench coat and a light turtleneck sweater. end ID.)

[cindysnuts]

Justice for Outlaws

Justice for Outlaws

“We can’t talk our way outta being outlaws, Lee.”

Two cowboys sit next to a smoldering fire, crowded for warmth beside their sleeping horse. A limitless night of stars shine outside the cave entrance they find themselves sheltering in.

“You don’t know that for sure, Jacob! Forgiveness ain’t as foreign of a concept to everyone else as it may be to you.” The smaller man replies with a twinge of accusation, but with eyes full of understanding.

“But you’ve seen the way they look at us; we were nothin’ but outlaws to ‘em way before we ever stole anything.” Jacob readjusts his weight. “I just don’t understand, Lee; they took everything from you too, ain’t they?”

“I–” he breaks away for a beat, letting himself take a shaky breath. “Yeah, they did. But I can’t help but feel like… We’re all human, ain’t we? Surely if they could understand us then they’d forgive us too!”

“They don’t wanna understand or forgive us. That’s the problem.”

“Well I’m tired of living on the fringes! I’m tired of only having each other, tired of being at risk, and just so tired of being scared of every stray whip crack or door slam! I’m just–” his thought is cut off by another shaky breath that accidentally morphs into a yawn.

Jacob chuckles, “Well if you’re so tired then maybe you outta go to bed?”

“Fuck you” he replies, resisting a smile. Exhaustion, however, does lead him to rest his head against the comforting groundcloth.

“I know getting shot at is scary, Lee. It’s a bit odd, but the most comforting bit of advice I ever heard was about a gunfight.” He moves to smother the last embers holding out. “Y’know, they make guns shoot so fast these days that you’ll feel a bullet before you hear one.

“By the time you’ve heard a bullet, it’s already missed you.”

…

Dawn is pouring into the hideaway as Jacob wakes up to short, curly hair tickling his nose. He can’t remember falling asleep, though he does remember agreeing to make a trip “as amiably as possible” to the general store they spotted in a nearby town. In his tired state, Lee had even worn him down to leave his sixgun behind, since “We won’t need it if we’re just two gents shoppin’.”

Jacob gently squeezes his arms, awakening the idealist whose waist they cradled.

“G’mornin, handsome. Time to get movin’ on your outreach campaign.”

Lee grumbles and gets up, knowing the much stronger man would simply hoist him out of their sleepsack if he didn’t. Sliding on his least-dirty clothes, he prepares the second-to-last portion of their beans and a few warm biscuits for breakfast. Glad we’re going shopping, I suppose, he thinks to himself, while he watches his partner use his massive shoulder muscles to throw the saddle over their horse, getting them ready to leave as soon as they fill their stomachs for the mission ahead.

…

To Jacob’s immense surprise, the market trip was not going so bad. They had people look away anytime they met their gaze, they always do. The majority of people, however, were being rather friendly to Jacob. He watches Lee, the little social butterfly that he is, start beaming as he ravenously chats with the weary smiling lady behind the counter.

Jacob chuckles, loading his arms up with the food they’d need, not minding that Lee had seemingly forgotten the purpose of their grocery trip. After all, it was the first chance they’d had in a long time to have any kind of a pleasant conversation with anyone, outside each other, of course. Maybe coming this far out West was a good thing after all.

His thoughts are interrupted when he notices a well-dressed woman, fit head to toe in white (save for her matching golden jewel sets), who was the first one not to avert her gaze nor offer him a polite smile. No, she was staring right at them, an all too familiar scowl spread dark across her face.

When she realizes the object of her disgust is staring back at her, her eyebrows raise and crinkle again before leaves in a silent hurry.

“Damn it.” He rushes over to Lee and pours the groceries on the counter. “We gotta go.”

Lee’s smile falls, being replaced by a fear instilled deep in his eyes. “Why, what’s happened?”

Jacob pulls out their cash as the lady quickly counts their total, seemingly startled out of her smile as well. “She was staring right at us, like she thought she knew what we were. She must’ve been some goddamned preacher’s wife, or sheriff's wife, or somethin, from what she was wearing. And I’d bet she’s going to get her husband.”

“Fuck.”

They rush to gather their paid goods in bags as they hear a commotion gathering somewhere outside. They burst out the doors, and quickly Jacob begins untying their horse while his partner loads everything they spent their last nickel and dime on into its saddlebags. Grabbing the reins and saddling up, Jacob waits for the all too familiar feeling of small, calloused hands around his waist before he gives the command to the horse to run.

It comes just a moment too late.

As they rush away, the two outlaws are stopped by a posse of men on horses, swarming out from around a corner, all in matching white uniforms, and led by a man Jacob must assume is that damned woman’s husband.

“Now y’all hold on!” Jacob hears a voice from behind him shout, “We ain’t done nothing wrong to y’all! Why don’t we all–”

But the voice is drowned out by a deafening bang, and the unmistakable sound of a bullet passing right by his head.

“YAH!” Jacob turns the horse around, galloping them away through an alternate route through an alley he’d planned out upon arriving, just in case they might need it.

BANG! Dust pours into his face as they peel away. BANG! He feels the wetness of tears stain his back as Lee’s face presses into his back. BANG! Another bullet whizzes by. This isn’t something he hasn’t done before, though. They just need to make it back to their safehouse in the cave. BANG! Jacob thinks to chastise him, but he couldn’t hear him over the galloping of what must be dozens of horses anyway, not to mention the thundering of guns booming at them like a September storm. BANG! The sun beats down on his face, and he realizes he must’ve long lost his hat in the hunt. BANG! The rocky hills are fast approaching, if only he can–

BANG!

“AAGH!” That one hit him in the leg, and it hurts like all hell. As long as he gets them, and more importantly, Lee to safety, that’s all that matters right now. He pulls a tricky maneuver, pulling hard behind a rocky pillar, before double backing and arriving at the mouth of their hideaway, not a white uniform in sight.

Taking a huge sigh of relief, Jacob finally lessens his white knuckle grip on the reins and sits up, causing the form precariously laid into his back to topple over, and fall off the horse.

“LEE!” Jacob cries out his lover’s name like he’s trying to shake the earth with his throat. He jumps down to his side, not minding the pain shooting through this thigh, seeing for the first time all of the blood staining the back of his shirt.

Lee isn’t responding to him. “LEE! STAY WITH ME DAMN IT!!” Blood covers his face and stains the solid rock below them, pooling into a stream that reaches out towards the one dripping off of the saddle. “LEE, LISTEN TO ME, PLEASE!”

Lee hadn’t even heard the first shot.

“Lee, God, what have they done?” He can barely manage to speak, his thoughts are running at a pace rivaling thunder. For the first time since meeting the only love of his life, Jacob weeps.

His thoughts drift back to his sixgun, and about the men who did this. Sadness leaves his body as rage pumps its way through his veins. He moves to grab his hidden rucksack, but stumbles as he puts weight on his thigh, only catching himself inches above Lee’s face.

All at once, his anger dissipates. Everything that Lee ever wanted was to be understood. His final wish runs through Jacob’s mind: one for justice in the face of all they had gone through, but that only comes with community, and he knows forgiveness ain’t a one way street.

Maybe it was divine, maybe it was that Holy Ghost that Jacob had long since thought abandoned him, but suddenly he was filled with a forgiveness he could hardly comprehend. One that could transcend everything his transgressors had ever leveled at him.

Turning around to see what noise was coming in the front of the cave, Jacob sees the face of the man dressed in white, high atop a horse. All at once, he sees the face of his father, of his hometown preacher, of the woman who first cursed him, and of the sheriff who first labeled him an outlaw.

Reaching out to the man, the cowboy releases his heart, letting the words he’s been feeling from the core of his being fly out his mouth.

“I forgive–” but the man doesn’t hear it, as the cave walls echo the BANG that rings out from the gun smoking in his hands.

A bang that Jacob never hears.

…

The rest of the men in white shuffle in, raiding the hideout of the few supposedly stolen possessions left scattered around, gazing upon the bodies of the two men they had silenced.

“Finally,” one says, “some damn justice comes for these fuckin’ outlaws.”