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chelseasdagger · 3 months

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Okay, so I think you've seen that ask game at Chelle's... that was me 😝 and I thought that you might like it too, so I made a version for you:

Joel Miller or Sam Rossi?

Frank Castle or Julian Kaye?

Rahul Kohli or Mads Mikkelsen?

Robert Pattinson or Richard Gere (ofc 1990)?

and something extra because I thought of too many characters:

fuck/marry/kill with Hopper, Matt Murdock and Father Paul

again, I tried to make it difficult, you're welcome <3

- 👽

I SHOULD’VE KNOWN IT WAS YOU!!!!! causing chaos but from a place of love CJSKSKSK

oh my GOD you broke my heart with this one. how do i choose between my two cowboys?! what?!

LOOK AT THEM!!!!!!!! i love them so much 😭😭 okay okay i guess i’ll have to answer. if we are talking joel from the tv show? then sammy HANDS down!! but if it’s joel from the games i… i don’t know i seriously don’t know how to choose 😭 i think… I DONT WANNA PICK my brain hurts i love them both so so much

now frankie or jules?

okayyyy so i know i talk a big game about jules being my boyfriend aND HE IS!!! but whenever i feel so sad and just need a TRUE comfort character? its always bearded frankie. soooo i'm gonna go with my big bear of a man please n sank youuuu

rahul or mads!! i thought this one was going to be difficult but then i realized just how long i've loved rahul and ALSO me personally (ik the mads girls are gonna kick me out for saying this) but mads isn't consistently it for me? like sometimes he doesn't look hot but i feel like rahul ALWAYS looks good no matter what he does CJKDSKSK rahul just has one of the best looking faces ever and i'll stand by that CSLKDLKS

robert pattinson or (1990s) richard gere?!

(the hold that robert photoshoot had on me 😵‍💫)

why put two beautiful men against each other 😭 if you had asked me in 2020 at the HEIGHT of my robert pattinson phase i would've immediately said him with no second thought. but........ richardddddd and the greyssss and i just... he's so pretty. his features remind me of jon's and i love him so i'm going with him :3

OKAY SO THE BONUS ROUND WAS SO UNCALLED FOR. how do i... i don't even... how do i even BEGIN to choose i—?!

jesus i've had to think this one through quite a while. and i... i think i'm gonna go with fuck matt, marry hop, and... kill the priest!! i don't mean to and i feel like my decision on marrying hop or matt will chance depending on who's show i most recently watched CKSLDSL cause part of me wants to say i'd rather marry matt but... hop's a big boy and i need him to absolutely crush me in bed soooo PFFF!!

this was absolutely some of the hardest decisions i've ever had to make in my LIFE so thank you SO SO much my love!!! this was the most fun i've had in a while so thank you!!! i'm giving you a BIG kiss and i hope you're having a good day/night!! 🩵✨

#also I know I have another ask to answer from you!! I'm sorry I got sick and I couldn't shake it for a really long time!#also i'm flattered that you actually pay attention to all the men i scream about CDSKJLSK like you included rahul robert AND richard?!#and joel my beloved <3 #ask game #👽 anon #long post #<- ?

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unclewaynemunson · 9 months

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Thanks to a conversation I had with @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe and @stevesbipanic about this post by @piratefishmama about Scott Clarke helping middle schoolers with sexuality crises I wrote a lil something :)

Scott Clarke has been worrying about Eddie Munson ever since the boy first set foot into his classroom. He was tiny for his age and thin on the verge of being scrawny, with big, scared eyes in a pale face. With his long, dark curls he was the kind of boy who would unavoidably be called names for being too much like a girl, and Scott wasn't surprised that it only took one week before the boy came in with his hair all buzzed off, pulling even more attention to his expressive eyes instead.

Scott was known for worrying about the nerdy kids, and even though it wouldn't be obvious to everyone right away, he immediately noticed that Eddie was one of those. He wasn't the kind of nerdy kid who would sit in the front of the classroom, hanging onto Scott's every word while avidly scribbling down the secrets of the universe that Scott liked to share. No, Eddie was the other kind of nerdy kid: the kind who would often be called dreamy, or imaginative, or quiet, or lazy. The kind who would retreat to the back of the class and get low scores on their tests because they were spending their time sneakily reading comic books underneath the table or staring out of the window with their mind completely elsewhere for hours on end.

Middle school wasn't an easy place for kids like Eddie, as Scott knew all too well. The only thing he could do, as a teacher, was try to make it a little bit more bearable for him. He was glad when the boy took him up on his offer to spend his lunch breaks in the science classroom instead of the cafeteria or the playground. Soon, it became a habit that Eddie would be on the other side of Scott's desk reading his way through some big book while Scott was grading papers or preparing his next lesson.

Scott knew that with patience and kindness, all kids like Eddie would eventually come out of their shell and start trusting him. So he asked about the books Eddie brought first, proceeded to topics like music and games he liked to play later, and eventually could ask him about his home life.

Whenever he'd talk about his books or his music, Eddie's eyes lit up and his smile widened. Scott soon found out that, when Eddie was at ease, he could talk a mile a minute and bounce around the classroom, caught up in his stories with all kinds of excited hand gestures. At those moments, he was nothing like the quiet boy with the haunted look in his eyes who Scott met two months ago.

But Eddie never disclosed much about his personal life. He didn't mention his mother even once and he didn't tell Scott much more than that he was living with his uncle in Forest Hills because his dad was “unavailable” to take care of him.

Scott doubted whether Eddie was much better off living with his uncle than with his father. Judging from the meager lunches he brought with him, the shabby and ill-fitting clothes he wore, and the fact that the man never once came to drop Eddie off or pick him up at school, Scott was skeptical, to say the least.

He started worrying even more when one day, Eddie lingered in the classroom after the last lesson of the day, saying he wanted to ask him a “science question” with a certain dread in his eyes that Scott had never seen there before.

“There's nothing I love more than a good science question,” Scott quickly reassured him. “Tell me, what is it?”

“The other kids,” said Eddie, “Brendon and Mark and, you know... They call me names.” His voice was soft and his eyes were aimed towards the ground as he spoke. “Queer. And fag. And...” He shrugged. “Y'know.” He raised his head up again, big scared eyes meeting Scott's.

“I – I think they're right,” he said, almost in a whisper. “How can you stop being gay?”

And oh, this was a conversation Scott had experience with. He had been a teacher at Hawkins Middle School for almost two decades and there had always been kids he worried about, who would open up to him about this exact topic.

So he sat Eddie down at his desk and patiently talked him through everything the boy needed to know; God knows his trailer park uncle most certainly wouldn't. He told him all about science and nature and feelings and, most importantly, being perfect the way you are, no matter who you love.

More than two hours later, Eddie finally left the classroom with relief in his eyes instead of dread. But Scott kept worrying: Eddie's uncle hadn't so much as called the school to inform where Eddie was. Who was looking out for him after the last school bell rang and the kid rode his bike out of Scott's sight?

Not long after that conversation, Scott finally got to meet Mr. Munson for the first time. He was one of Scott's last appointments of the yearly parent-teacher evening, and Scott half expected him not to show up. But he was right on time, even though he looked almost comically out of place when he walked into the science classroom.

He was exactly what Scott would've imagined of a man living in Forest Hills: washed-up jeans and a worn-down flannel, cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, and a gruff frown hidden underneath a faded gray trucker's hat. He walked up to where Scott was seated behind his desk in a few big strides, and Scott couldn't help but think that there was something almost intimidating in merely the way he carried himself. Not exactly the kind of man who radiated safety for a boy like Eddie.

They shook hands and Scott felt rough callouses press against his own chalk-stained fingers.

While Scott talked Mr. Munson through Eddie's grade list – a list that at this point was barely enough to get him into the next grade – Mr. Munson didn't say anything. Only when Scott asked him if he had any questions, he opened his mouth.

“How're the other kids treatin' him?” the man asked him in a thick southern accent.

“It's not easy for him,” Scott answered in all honesty. He wondered how much Eddie told his uncle about what his days at school usually looked like.

Mr. Munson bowed his head. “I know,” he mumbled.

“Eddie is a sensitive kid, he –”

“I know what kinda kid he is,” Mr. Munson interrupted him immediately. It sounded sharp and Scott wondered if he should be worried about Mr. Munson having a temper.

“Of course,” he cautiously retreated. “I just assumed, since I've never seen you at the school before, sir, that you might not be aware of what exactly he has to deal with in here.”

“Maybe you should do less assuming, then,” Mr. Munson answered bluntly. “You think I should be at the school more? Drop Eddie here in the mornin', come pick him up in the afternoon, all that?”

Scott wondered if Mr. Munson was mocking him.

“Well, I think it might be good for Eddie if –”

“You know why I ain't never at the school? 'Cause I'm tryin' my damned best to keep that boy's stomach filled. When should I be at the school, exactly, between my day shift at the quarry and my night shift at the plant?”

“I – I'm sorry,” Scott backpedaled. Suddenly, the frown lines in the tired face of the man in front of him had gotten a different meaning. “I didn't know. You're right, I shouldn't have made assumptions.”

“Look, I dunno how much he shared with you, Mr. Clarke, but I know he looks up to you. So I think you should know that he's the kinda kid who got in trouble at home for bein' “too sensitive.”” He shot Scott a meaningful glance. “Boy was cryin' to me on the phone, 'cause of what his daddy did to him, so I picked him up and drove him here and I made it my mission, as his uncle, to protect him, to shield him, and to take care of him as best as I possibly can.”

Scott had always prided himself on being a good judge of character. He wondered if he had ever been more wrong about somebody before in his life.

“I know he thinks highly of you, Sir,” Mr. Munson continued. “And I'm very grateful that you're keepin' an eye on him when I can't. But at some point, he may trust you with some very personal information about himself, and you better have his back when he does.”

He knows, Scott realized with a shock. He tried to give Mr. Munson a reassuring smile, but his heart was beating in his throat with what he was about to tell him.

“I was a sensitive kid, myself, Sir. I promise you Eddie is in good hands with me.”

Scott wondered whether Mr. Munson caught the message in those words while a long silence stretched out. Their gazes were locked: Mr. Munson's eyes were bright blue, completely different from Eddie's but just as expressive. His gaze softened while the seconds passed and underneath his graying beard, his mouth twitched.

“I was a sensitive kid, too,” he eventually said.

And Scott's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. This man, with his big calloused hands and his trucker's hat and his undeniably manly demeanor?

His feelings of astonishment must have been visible on his face, because Mr. Munson chortled softly.

“Didn't see that one coming, did ya?”

Scott laughed, too, making the last bit of residual tension between them disappear. “I'm sorry, Mr. Munson. I had no idea.”

“'S okay,” Mr. Munson said. “'s good to know that Eddie has someone lookin' out for him here. Um –” He scraped his throat. “I um...” He abruptly averted his gaze back to his lap again, where his fingers were nervously fumbling with the cap he was holding between his hands.

“I always make Eddie dinner,” he finally said. “'S one of the few things I can do for him, y'know. It'd probably be better for me if I took a quick nap 'tween my jobs, but it's the only time of the day we got together. I'm not much of a cook, but I try to get him to eat somethin' healthy and warm, and we talk about stuff, whatever it is he wants to talk about. So um... If you ever wanna join us – that is, if you don't mind comin' to the trailer park... We don't have much, but I'm sure we can fit another chair 'round the table. I think it could be good for Eddie.”

Scott could barely believe what was happening. To think that only a few minutes ago, he had been worried about this man having a temper or being neglectful towards his nephew...

Wayne Munson was shy and soft-spoken and he loved Eddie with a passion that sparked a fierce protectiveness. And after having Scott judge him based on the way he looked and a bunch of false assumptions, he showed him nothing but genuine goodness.

He felt his lips bend into a smile more authentic than he'd been able to give in a while.

“I'd love to join you sometime,” he told Mr. Munson. “For Eddie – but I also wouldn't mind getting to know you better,” he added in a sudden spur or braveness.

And he could swear that something suspiciously like a smile matching his own was hiding beneath Mr. Munson's beard.

#thank you noelle for providing the worms #and thank you b for telling me that clarkson should always be brought up <3 #it's past 1am so idk if this is any good but here ya go #yeah i stole that speech from the joel stoffer interview about wayne #i love him #don't mind me rambling about stranger things #scott clarke #wayne munson #stranger things #scott clarke x wayne munson #clarkson my beloved #fruity ficlet #bluffing my way through that southern accent again 🙃

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shroommoss · 2 years

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JOEL REFERENCED BOAT BOYS IN HIS LAST EP???

“It’s nice to be the one destroying a ship for once. (quietly) Not have your ship destroyed”

And of course he references the relationship when he’s unhinged and tnt in hand

#smallishbeans #boat boys #my unhinged lorephobic beloveds <3 #empires smp #empires joel #double life smp #traffic light smp #neris thoughts

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strange0-0storm · 1 year

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OMFG I MADE A ENA OC WOOOOO

I wanted to make my own Ena so BOOM I did 🤭 They go by They/He🥳

THIS IS URI THE MAGICIAN

The green side is their eccentric side, very excited and strange. And their blue/purple side is his calm side. Very collected and organized.

When the green side is in full control it let's out his manic side, which is a insane out of control version of Uri. When the blue side is in control it let's out his eerie side, which is uncomfortably quiet, too quiet. It's feels like he's staring right through you, and he knows your next move

He's a magician of course and they travel travel all around to perform their show

(THE GREEN LOOKS YELLOW GRRR It's okay ig)

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heartpascal · 1 year

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ok my beloveds, it is 1AM so i am going to bed but i’m thinking … tomorrow .. could be the day!!! don’t think i’m gonna add anything else to this part, just gonna leave yall with it to stew until part 5 (final part probably)

#heartpascal says #i cannot tell u how many times i tried to type that #idk how i managed to bang out part four today #but i think its done #i hope yall are happy with it #when you actually DO get it #i can’t promise much #but i can say there is more reader + joel interaction #at least more than there was in part 3 so #I NEED SLEEP #SO GOODNIGHT MY BELOVEDS

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freelancearsonist · 23 days

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our dusty dad

how could i not use this gif 🤭🤭

oh god pls that gif 🫠

OK. SO. ellie's always making fun of him for stinking. they find an abandoned mall and she thinks the packaging for this one is so fun that she makes him take it home.

he tries on the most wanted parfum once and is surprised by how sexy it smells. he starts getting the Look in the tipsy bison. he knows he should thank ellie but he's a man of few words 😌

#asks #ask games #fhatbhabie #grace my beloved <3 #joel miller headcanon

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actual-changeling · 1 year

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bpd ellie lives rent free in my mind so i have to inflict this pain on everyone else, too

ptsd makes everything like ten times worse and because i haven't tortured myself enough: ellie becoming suicidal.

her mental health tanks, it's winter, she's fucked.

and it's not like she actually wants to do it, really, but she keeps thinking about it, and every single time she wakes up from a nightmare it tempts her a little bit more. every panic attack, every snow storm that leaves her shivering and exhausted (not from the cold), all the moments where she tastes metal and blood, sees joel bleeding out in the snow, feels hands on her wrists, all of it accumulates into one giant ball of pain.

so no, she has no plan, not really, but she checks the drawer where joel keeps his gun just because. thinks about henry more than she should. mentally traces joel's scar whenever she looks at him. she thinks she gets it now, maybe, why joel tried. her shoulders are tearing apart with the weight she is carrying and there is nothing joel can say that will take away the memories.

the funny part is, joel sees himself, too, sees the same look in her eyes he knows he had in his, recognized it in henry right before. and it scares him to death. he unloads the gun and gives the bullets to tommy, makes him swear not to let ellie anywhere near them. he asks maria, asks the doctors at the clinic, asks whoever he thinks might know an answer.

there is not much he can do, in the end. he holds her through the night, keeps her warm and safe, doesn't let her out of his sight, and ellie might not care much about her life, but she cares about joel's, so she grits her teeth and forces her way through the darkest months of the year.

and like every year, winter passes and her pain melts away with the snow when it starts to thaw.

there's a version of this story that ends with two new graves in jackson's cemetery once the ground is soft enough to dig again

#alex yells at the void #the last of us #tlou #ellie williams #ellie and joel #joel and ellie #joel miller #cw suicidal ideation #bpd ellie #my beloved <3 #obsessed with the thought of writing this fic the angst would be delicious #good ending of course

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abigail · 11 months

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tagged by the lovely @newordertshirts to list five comfort characters and then tag five people !!! :-) thank you auden !!! <3 sorry it took me so long to do lol

din djarin, the mandalorian

joel miller, the last of us

john kramer, saw (listen… it’s more so that saw is the comfort but yeah john I love u.. I want him to adopt me)

the addams family (to me they are all one.. but if I have to narrow it down then morticia and gomez - cannot and will not separate them further though)

???? jason voorhees, friday the 13th

this was difficult because I realised I more so have comfort shows/movies/etc than singular characters.. also if I can pick outside of film/tv/games/etc then obviously miffy is number one <3 anyway !!

no pressure tag (tagging more than five people seeing as I kinda listed more than 5 characters anyway hehe): @horrorwild @tonighttonightliveindenver @lynchiangf @alexturner @obiknights @userabby @romanoy @macbethwitches @breadmp3 @diabolicjoy <3

#there’s for sure characters who are more of a comfort than 3/4/5 but they came to mind first lol #1 and 2 tho… my boys…. my beloveds ……. <3 #I’d have javi g too actually but how many of his characters can I list before it’s weird lol #and like..#when I say joel chances are I’m mostly thinking about game joel lol #anyway !!!!!!!!#a

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