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Just a little snippet of something I'm working on.
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On the road, her fingers itched for her knife or her gun, often both. Nowadays, her fingers itch for her drawing pencils and her sketch pad, anything to capture the scene before her; 
Joel, a soft smile on his face, scarred hands a steady, unfailing support for baby Jolene as she tries to stand on her own tiny legs. Baby Leon watches contentedly from Tommy’s lap, clapping clumsily, cheering his twin on. 
She still feels like an intruder, less so when she takes this observant role, committing every play of light and shadow to memory so she can bind it to paper in chiaroscuro later, given back to the brothers at some point, the only payment she can figure for being allowed into moments like this. 
Tommy nudges her gently, noticing she’s getting too caught up in the traps of her own head. Her leans over a bit, voice soft like he’s sharing a little secret, 
“I was a late walker y’know. But when I finally got it figured out, our mama said I took my first steps straight to Joel.”
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peggingeddiediaz · 14 days
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911 funny tweets part 5/?
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steeb-stn · 3 months
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listen if joel and tommy are fluent in spanish, they definitely have the worst texan accents in the whole world. Their mother tried to beat it out of them and failed
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blkice64-blog · 2 months
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Lil’ Papi
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wixterirox · 2 years
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Tommy during his freshman year was failing history. He went up to his teacher explaining that english in his second language and he wasn’t understanding the work. And even more he said he only uses English during school since neither of his parents spoke English. His teacher believed him and started giving him easier assignments and test until one day she called home and Tommy’s mom picked up and spoke to her in fluent english.
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qprstobin · 9 months
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got distracted from finishing the first draft of ch 2 of the stomarol fic by doing a bunch of historical research again dfgdfigjhsd. I really need to chill out but also at this point I might just need a sensitivity reader for ch 3 just because I am driving myself up a wall going back and forth about this being fine and nervousness
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maslosstuff · 11 months
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I just wanted to clarify that no Didi, Tommy and Dil isn't Black if anyone thought that they are Romani. They get it from Minka who is fully Romani so Didi is only part Romani
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it is amazing that wanda was in like 5 movies and a whole ass TV show and played a pivotal part in the MCU several times and i still could not tell you thing one about her personality
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robthegoodfellow · 1 year
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is there anyone who speaks spanish who’d be willing to double check a short convo i wrote between billy and his spanish teacher?
(def should’ve asked before posting the chapter but whoops)
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The Joel and Tommy brotherhood fic I outlined weeks ago is finally getting written
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vampirebeyotch · 1 year
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i don’t feel qualified to talk about the racial dynamics of the last of us but like,, we need to
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zeldragon · 1 year
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never forget that hbo joel miller is latino
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anotherfanboyonline · 9 months
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this song is so stommy to me, i mean
"Y nadie lo buscaba Y nadie lo planeo así En el destino estaba Que fueras para mi Y nadie lo apostaba A que yo fuera tan feliz Pero cupido se apiadó de mi"
i can't get the image of tommy singing this cuddling with steve like random saturday morning thinking about how happy he is
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livingprophecy · 2 years
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thinking about the tlou show again today and i’m just gonna say it well ahead of time but i’m not gonna be interacting with any tommys that use g/abriel luna as the fc, while i love him and i think he’s a phenomenal actor i’m still kinda :/// about the casting choice of a mexican actor to be the brother of a chilean man, it’s really disappointing and definitely shows that the casting directors saw a latino man and thought that was good enough and it’s definitely not
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wixterirox · 2 years
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Tommy would be like you don’t understand how smart I am in Spanish, but whenever he speaks in Spanish he is being super horny about his boyfriend or shit-talking with his Mom and Tias
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keirawantstocry · 29 days
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that one time tubbo called pac a dilf 😵‍💫
okay wait…
young teacher tubbo and dilf pac comes to collect his son from class…..tubbos got such a crush on him and maybe he asks pac to stay back to talk about richas’s behaviour but it turns into something else….
you've come to the right person (guy who is obsessed with pacbo)
Tubbo wasn't quite sure how he ended up with this job. He had never in any of his years considered being a teacher of any sort. But after he adopted his daughter, he needed a second job. Mechanics weren't paying him enough. Luckily there was a daycare nearby that was hiring. It was a more difficult process than he had expected, much like the adoption. But he got it. 
His daughter stayed with her “other father”. Tom's name was always said in a sigh like that. They were young and stupid and drunk and Tubbo didn't know what he was doing when he signed the stupid paper that Tommy had slid him across the dirty bar table. 
Tommy, and unfortunately Molly, found it hilarious. They both insisted on watching Sunny while he was at work. Thankfully Sunny loved them. Tommy would do her hair in braids. It was something they did when they were younger. Tubbo remembered sitting in fields with Tommy's older cousin braiding his long hair. 
As soon as Tommy saw Sunny's thick 3C curls, he stayed up two nights in a row researching and watching video after video of how to do cornrows and other braids in her hair. 
Molly often sent him videos while he was at work on Sunny prattling on while Tommy listened intently, braiding her hair as best he could. As much as Tubbo joked about divorce and threatened, he was glad to have two people he loved watching his child and caring for them so well. 
He closed his laptop with a sigh, rubbing his eyes. He was the last one there, his co worker had to leave because she had to pick up her own child but they needed someone to watch the singular child whose parents were incredibly late. 
Opening his eyes, Tubbo stared down the young boy in front of him. 
He was a Latino boy, probably around 7 or 8 with an oversized yellow jersey that he wore every single day. He was staring at Tubbo with large brown eyes. It was almost unnerving but he was a cute, decently well mannered child. 
Tubbo remembered the day he joined the daycare. A man with shoulder length brown hair and a singular white streak through it brought him in and explained how the boy had been born without part of his leg but was still very capable of movement with the prosthetic his Pai had made him. 
The owner of the daycare had nodded, assuring the man over and over that his child would be well cared for and that they would make sure the other children didn't say anything nasty as children tended to do. 
Richas, Tubbo remembered, as he continued to stare down the boy. His name was Richas. 
“Hello,” he said. 
The boy grinned. “Ola!” 
Tubbo laughed at his enthusiasm before picking up his phone to attempt to call the boy's parents once again. It rang and rang, like it had three times before click. 
“Holy shit, we are so sorry. Our schedule got all mixed up and we didn't know who was supposed to pick him up today. Fuck!” 
“Hey, hey,” Tubbo said calmly. “It's okay. I'm here with him. Get here whenever you can.” 
The voice on the phone that Tubbo didn't recognize took a few deep breaths. “Sim, sim, of course. Peqi is on his way already. He should be there any minute.” 
Tubbo smiled at Richas who bounced up and down excitedly, trying to climb up the front of the desk to reach the phone. “Sounds good, Mr…?” 
The voice laughed. “Just call me Mike yeah?” 
Richas made the saddest noise possible and Tubbo's heart melted. “Wait, before you go, I think he wants to talk to you.” 
He removed the phone from the side of his ear and carefully handed it to the boy who cradled it with both hands and held it up to his mouth. “OI, PAI.” 
Mike's voice came through quietly. “Oi, Richas. Você está sendo bom?” 
“Sim, sim,” the boy sang happily. “Eu sou bom.” 
“Bom menino. Pai Pac will be there soon okay?” 
“Okay, okay.” 
“Eu te amo.” 
“Eu também te amo.” 
The phone clicked, ending the call and Richas handed it back to Tubbo with a smile. Not even five seconds after the phone was back in his hand, the door slammed open. Standing in the now open doorway was a frazzled and incredibly attractive man. 
Richas ran over, bounding easily into his arms. 
“Richarlyson!” the man cooed, swinging him back and forth in his arms. He met Tubbo's eyes over his son's head. ‘Thank you’ he mouthed. 
Tubbo was almost too stunned to nod but he managed to as Richas's father slowly lowered him to the ground to step over to Tubbo. 
“I have to sign him out, yes?” 
Tubbo nodded, still speechless. He cleared his throat and slid the sign-out sheet across the desk. “Yeah, uh, yeah.” 
The man, Pac, from the signs of his scribbled signature, smiled blindingly at him, his son clinging to his leg. 
Tubbo noticed at that moment that Pac had a near identical prosthetic to his son. “You match,” he said before mentally slapping himself. You don't just fucking point out a man's prosthetic, no fucking wonder you're still married to Tommy. 
But Pac just laughed softly. “We do,” he said softly, rubbing the top of Richas's head. “He is very clearly my son.” 
“Are you his biological father?” Tubbo asked. Holy fucking shit, shut up you fucking idiot. He is so tired of you already, why are you asking so many questions? 
Pac just laughed softly again and the twist in Tubbo's chest felt like falling off a cliff. “Sim, yes, I am. I was the one who gave birth to him.” 
Tubbo stopped himself from asking any questions about that. He knew better than that at least. “That's really cool.” He tried a smile and felt so awkward. 
“Thank you,” Pac said. “And thank you for watching him past time. I know you probably have places to be.” 
Tubbo brushed him off with a wave of his hand. “Oh don't worry about it. My daughter is more than happy to spend more of their time with her ‘other father’.” Out of instinct, he raised his hands and made quotation marks with his hands. 
Pac raised an eyebrow curiously. 
Tubbo flushed. “A, uh, friend of mine. We got drunk married and now my daughter considers him her other father.”
Pac laughed. “No spouse of your own then? One that you're in love with anyway?” 
Tubbo flushed darker. “Ah, no. Just my husband and his girlfriend.” 
“Mmm,” Pac said, leaning over on the desk. “Good to know.” 
Tubbo froze in his spot as Pac's eyes, big and brown just like his son's, stared into his soul. He gulped before clearing his throat. “Yeah, uhmm, yeah.” The heat of his face was nearly unbearable. 
Richas gently smacked his dad on the leg. “Oi, stop that.” 
Pac leaned back, holding his hands up with an innocent expression. “What?? What?” 
The little boy glared at him with no heat. “Pai Mike told you to stop that.” 
“Well, Mikey isn't here right now is he? And he also has no control over my life.” Pac turned back to Tubbo and grabbed the pen again. He motioned towards Tubbo's arm which he held out willingly. 
Quickly the man scribbled a number onto his arm, his grip strong and warm. Tubbo felt dizzy. 
Pac dropped the pen with a smile and a wink before grabbing his son's hand. “Call me yeah?” 
Tubbo stared in disbelief, red as a beet. “...yeah,” he said softly as Pav happily bounded out the door, his son berating him in Portuguese. 
“Tommy,” he said softly when he got home, holding up his arm. “I think I got hit on.”
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