#the last of us part two spoilers

[heartpascal]

fight the tide

▹— joel miller x platonic!reader

▹— summary: you face the consequences of going to seattle

▹— a/n: hello, this ended up being different to what i had planned. i hope yall enjoy anyway. its very angsty. very sad. at least to me. be careful with what you read. mind the warnings. love you.

▹— warnings: MAJOR TLOU 2 SPOILERS, suicidal ideation, or thinking about dying, almost hoping to die, major character death (referenced), canon-typical violence, eg murder, descriptions of blood / being covered in blood, kinda religious imagery / talks of divinity (no explicit religion mentioned), hints at a possible romance with jesse

▹— taglist: @rhymingtree @sleepygraves @wnstice (everything!) @auggiesolovey @just-kaylaa @evyiione @lemonlaides @fariylixie0915  @faceache111 @randomhoex @canpillowscry @pedropascalsrealgf @star-wars-lover @coolchick333 @soobsdior @rvjaa @sunflowersdrop @definitely-not-a-seagull-i-swear @miss-celestial-being (pedro)

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Setting off from Jackson was a distant memory, by now. It was hazed over, an image in your mind that didn’t seem to fit into reality, no matter how you tried it.

The past few weeks didn’t seem real to you, either.

More than once, you had found yourself waiting to wake up. As if all of this could be some sort of bad dream. A nightmare that you couldn’t escape, no matter how many times you pinched and clawed at yourself, trying to figure out how to prove that this wasn’t real.

Because, really, how could it be? This world, this city, it didn’t feel like it could be true. You didn’t feel like you, and this certainly didn’t feel like it was your life. Wherever you looked, the terrain showed the aftermath of a rampage.

Bodies strewn across the ground, puddles of red dripping down curbs, down cars, down buildings, down your hands. It was beneath your fingernails, caked into your hair, drying on your clothes. For a moment, you thought it was yours. It was the only plausible reason for why you were feeling so empty, wasn’t it? The only explanation for why your heart felt as if it would burst at any given moment.

This rampage was an act of such violence, such rage, it seemed unfathomable to you. You couldn’t remember a time where you had felt something so deeply that it presented as destruction. As a massacre.

That was the word for this, too. Massacre. All of these bodies were once people, once held love and life and the ability to hurt and kill others, just as you did. And when you looked closer, when you looked at their guns and their knives, the bows and the arrows, you knew they had been trying to kill you.

It made sense.

You didn’t want it to, but it did.

These people had tried to kill you, had tried to slaughter you, and they had ended up dead for it. It wasn’t the first time that had happened, either. Joel had killed more people than you could count, just for the crime of trying to bring you harm. It made sense that he would do it again.

“Joel?” You called, your voice echoing in the empty surroundings, bouncing off of bodies and weapons, off of the tangible feeling of death that hung in the air.

Your chest was heaving, breath entering and leaving your lungs so rapidly that it didn’t have time to supply the oxygen you so desperately needed. You hadn’t noticed how unsteady your breathing was, until you had spoken, until you had called out for Joel. It made you feel dizzy, all of a sudden, like everything was hitting you all at once.

For a moment, you didn’t notice that he hadn’t answered you.

But his silence lingered, and the only thing you could hear through it was the sound of your own panicking breaths.

That feeling from earlier — the one of your heart, which had been feeling as if it would burst at any given moment, revealed itself as a choked sob. It jumped out of your throat when you opened your mouth to call for Joel again.

Your devastation didn’t register, for more than a moment. Until you remembered why you were here, why there was a gun in your hand, empty of ammunition. When you looked around, you didn't find Joel. Instead, all you found was blood and death and your machete lay on the ground, a dent in the grass, covered in blood and gore.

There was something hanging over your head, something which felt as if it was holding your head underwater. It felt like the water was forcing its way down your throat, into your lungs, filling them up until all you could do was choke, heave on the lack of breath. Your head was exploding, pressure against the sides of your skull, pushing out, out, out, like a fungus was bursting through you. Only the vague feeling of your hand pressing against your head reassured you that you weren’t Infected.

The memories flashed before your eyes, distorting the image of destruction ahead of you, filling your mind with reality. Joel. Cracked skull, insides out. The unrelenting taste of iron on your tongue, your teeth. Getting on a horse in Jackson, and leaving. Fighting your way through Infected, people, even past Tommy. All in your search for vengeance, for Abby.

And all it had led you to was before you, laid out in death.

Did this make you a monster? Was it evil? You’re not sure if you believe in such a thing anymore, but if you did, you think it would look like a woman, braided hair, golf club raised in the air. But there’s this nagging feeling at the base of your skull, asking you, are you better?

You don’t know what it means. Are you better? Than what? Because of this? You want to ask Joel, but when you turn, he’s still there. Still lay out on concrete, skull scattered around the room, blood staining your skin.

It’s all you can think of. It’s all you can see. Even in the bodies around you, the people that you killed, you see a flash of white, a splatter of blood, and it’s all Joel. There’s the imprint of his boot in the grass, the sound of his voice in the wind, but the only heartbeat you can hear is your own.

Your knees press into the grass, and you stain your jeans with blood, but it feels soft. Softer than the concrete in that basement, softer than the frozen dirt in front of his gravestone. It’s welcoming, or something like it, and your heart aches with it.

A sound breaks through the air, pierces through the air that carries Joel’s voice, and it takes you more than a moment of your throat aching to realise it’s you. And there’s disappointment in that, you realise, that the only person here is you. Nobody is here to kill you, and nobody is here to protect you.

The sound coming from you doesn’t sound like your voice, doesn’t have any familiarity to you. It doesn’t convey words, but rather something harsher, something deeper, a sound which traverses language and time. It breaks these barriers, and empties the chest of something ancient, something eternal.

It wavers as time passes, it comes and goes, much like your recognition. Sometimes, you’re here, belting out something that doesn’t fit into words, and then you’re there, screaming out for mercy that never comes. And all you can hear is Joel, and he’s yelling at you, to you, but you can’t tell what he’s saying.

All you can see is his lips spelling something that he couldn’t say, that you couldn’t translate. You want to tell him you love him. You want to scream at him for going down there. You want him to pull you away from these corpses, but he can’t, and neither can you.

No matter how hard you try, there’s nothing you can do to pull yourself up, to overcome that weight that continues to drown you. It presses down on you until your nose is against the grass, and all you can smell is iron and dirt.

You stay there, one palm pressed against the machete that had been resting on the ground, the other gripping the dirt, for what seems like eternity. There’s no escape from it, nowhere you can turn to pull yourself from this mourning, this hell. And you know that nobody is coming to save you.

It sends a chill down your spine — tingling and bringing feeling back to limbs that had long-since turned numb, the realisation that you are going to end up just like Joel.

Here, against the ground, reduced to something less than human.

And — like Joel — there’s no fighting it.

If Abby approached, golf club raised to the heavens, you would accept it. You would welcome it.

Because surely, whatever would be waiting you, it would be better than this. This endless moment of suffering, of pain and grief so deep it encompasses your whole being. You wonder—hope that Joel would be waiting for you.

You feel guilty, a moment later, because you know that Joel deserves to rest—whatever that meant. And you also know that he had never done that, when he was around you. It was selfish to hope for him to be waiting for you, to hope that he would put whatever was awaiting him on hold, all for you.

Joel had been waiting to die for a long, long time.

Ever since Sarah.

And that fact sends a fresh wave of guilt through you, as if you could hold on to any more emotion, because Sarah was his daughter. She was everything he had wanted, since the moment she was born. And he had been waiting to join her. He had waited for Tommy, for Tess, and then for you and Ellie.

Maybe, Sarah sent Abby for him.

Maybe she got tired of waiting for her dad, whilst he feigned dad for two orphans, left alone in the bitter end of the world.

You try to think of her like that. Some sort of angel, a gift sent from Sarah, all to give Joel the mercy of death. To give him the easy way out. Because Joel didn’t have a choice about dying, Abby had made sure of that, so he couldn’t feel an ounce of guilt for leaving you and Ellie and Tommy to pick up the pieces, to carry his body home to an empty house, a dip in the earth.

It made sense to you, somehow.

Abby seemed so… unmovable.

She was like the force of nature. Nothing you, or Joel, or anyone, had done would’ve stopped her from doing what she did.

If you thought of her like this, as something divine, something above yourself, it was easier. It was easier to forgive yourself for failing to stop her, and now, for failing to end her.

But it also makes the guilt so much heavier.

And you don’t know how you can carry it, anymore.

Because if she was that, if she was something like a divine intervention, then you were doing everything that Joel had never wanted, for nothing. This, right here, this explosion of death, this blood, staining your hands, was what Joel had tried to steer you away from.

He didn’t want you to turn out like him.

Angry, burned, covered in blood.

Monstrous.

He was covered in the scent of stale blood, of death so old it had decayed to nothing, to earth and ash and life reborn. He was stained with it. Distorted by it. It had made his vision red, for as long as he could remember.

Joel didn’t want that for you.

Joel didn’t want you to end up here, knelt in the grass, drenched in blood and sweat, in guts and gore and everything wrong with this world.

And there’s even more guilt in that knowledge. You’re disappointing him. You can practically hear his voice ringing through the air, asking you what you were doing, why you were doing it. You could hear him telling you that he’s not worth all of this. It hurts that you can’t tell him otherwise. If he was here, you could have screamed at him, told him he was worth everything. But he’s not.

How do you carry that around with you? How can you? Are you supposed to drag the weight of Joel’s dead body behind you for the rest of your life?

He would tell you to let him go. He would tell you to live your life. But Joel had never really understood just what he meant to you, to everybody. He could never quite grasp the concept that he was loved, that he was one of the reasons you got up in the morning, one of the reasons you always fought to go home.

The problem is—you don’t want to let him go.

Your hand curls around the grass beneath it, sticky with blood, as if you could physically hold on to him. More than anything, you’re worried about losing the memories. If you let go of Joel, if you let his death fade to the back of your mind, would his life follow? Would you start to forget everything he had done for you? Everything he had meant to you?

Would you forget the sound of his laughter? The smile that only appeared on occasions, which lit up his entire face? The hug he greeted you with when you came home after a particularly hard day? The embarrassing talk he gave you about liking people your age? The feeling of having a father?

If you could, you would stay in those memories forever.

A ghost in your own past, haunting the man who had gone somewhere you couldn’t quite bring yourself to follow. You would go through all of that, the good and the bad, all over again, if it meant you could stay with Joel. Because despite everything, all of the things you had lived through, Joel Miller had become your home.

How could he expect you to let go of that? How could you be okay with that? After the life that you had led, you deserved to go home. It was hard not to resent Joel for expecting you to be okay with letting him go—divine intervention or not.

And you know, that if the tables were turned, if it were you who had been buried, if it was Joel who was here right now, he wouldn’t let you go. He would hunt Abby down, and he would make her suffer for what she had done, because Joel Miller was a force of nature, too.

Either way, he would have to find her.

So, shouldn’t you?

You think that you need to know. You have to find out if she’s this unearthly being that you have made her out to be. You need to know if you could’ve stopped her. If Joel could be alive, right here, right now.

There’s something so poetic about it all, you think.

Maybe, if you were in a better headspace, you could’ve figured it out. But really, what use was poetry in this world?

You’re working up the courage, the ability, to move, when you hear the footsteps crunching gravel just behind you. They’re heavy, purposeful, and you realise you’re still weeping, still screaming out for someone who can’t come. You think—hope—that this is Abby, here to put an end to this suffering. To these unending questions.

But there’s a warm hand against your back, a moment later, and no golf club swung at your skull.

“I’ve got ya, kiddo.” A voice says to you, hands grasping your shoulders, the twang of an accent so familiar that you’re reaching out, eyes closed, waiting for the person to reach back. When they do, your eyes open, but it’s not who you thought it was. You hadn’t died on this grass, and Joel wasn’t here to get you. Instead, Tommy stood in his place, his hands cleaner than your own.

When you look around, you wonder if you’re the monster that people will tell their children about. The person who ripped people to shreds, who tore them apart for no reason other than a quest for vengeance, one that wasn’t even fulfilled. Maybe, you think, you will become a cautionary tale. A warning for others. An example of what not to become, even in the apocalypse.

This was senseless. It was a slaughter.

All of these people are dead, and you don’t even know their names. They fought to protect themselves and the people around them, something of a team, maybe even a family, all because you are angry, and you are hurt, and you miss your dad. How many of these people have families at home? Families who will never see them again, because of you.

You know you’re not a divine being.

There was no otherworldly reason for your massacre. There was nobody behind a curtain, choosing your actions. No—there was just you.

What right did you have to decide these people should die? What right did you have to end their lives? Was one man—one dead man—truly worth this? Did he deserve to be the reason for your murderous rampage? Would he have wanted this? Would he be proud?

“C‘mere.” Tommy says, kneeling on the ground beside you, and shifting you until he could hold you tightly in his arms. If you don’t focus so much, if you let your mind wander, this could be Joel. It could be your dad hugging you, staining his clothes with the blood you’re drowning in. They’re similar enough, brothers, that you can imagine it is.

He’s holding you together.

“We need to get you out of here.” Tommy tells you, breaking the illusion you had been hoping to live in forever. You know he’s being patient with you — you can tell with every gust of wind that rustles the grass below you. Each one could bring more people, more bodies, yet Tommy refuses to rush you. Instead, he holds you tightly, like the cracks in your surface may lead to you bursting.

You suppose he’s right to worry.

His brother is dead. Joel is dead. And here he is, holding you in one piece, as if that wind could shatter you.

Selfishly, you don’t want him to be patient, or gentle, or kind. You want Tommy to show you some kind of mercy, to bring you peace of mind, of soul. But he can’t, unless he has some kind of insight that you don’t, unless he has ripped Abby apart and seen the divinity in her creation.

“C’mon,” Jesse says then, appearing out of seemingly nowhere. You hadn’t realised he was even nearby. Didn’t hear him approaching, though that could’ve been because of the unearthly wailing that had surrounded you. “I’m sorry,” He says, hand wiping at your face where it rests against Tommy’s shoulder. “We have to go. We have to go now. I’m sorry.”

And he does sound sorry—god, he sounds more apologetic than you had ever heard him.

You don’t know if he’s sorry for making you get up, for making you face the world again, or if he’s sorry that you’re even here, sorry that Joel is dead. You don’t know which you would prefer. You try to decide, and realise not long after that the two of them had pulled you to your feet, hands gripping you, waiting for you to hold yourself up.

“Jesse,” You choke out, reaching for him, as if seeing him for the first time. His hands are holding your own before you can even get out another word, uncaring of the blood that covers them. He squeezes once, twice, thrice, before he lets go to press his hands to your cheeks, grounding you, almost.

“It’s okay.” He says, and you can see in his eyes that he knows it’s a lie.

He takes your hand, pats your cheek, his forehead against your own for no more than a moment, before he’s letting Tommy take over, letting the man soothe his fatherly instincts. Uncle Tommy. You imagine a life where you would have called him that.

Tommy leads you away.

Away from the bodies, the gore, the guilt, hopefully. He grips onto you the whole way, pulls you along every time you stumble, holds you up whenever you long to fall. All the way until you reach a theatre, where Ellie and Dina have been bunkered, one of them tells you. We’re going home.

You wonder if they’re going to bury you in the ground, beside Joel. Home. You think it sounds nice.

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[myersesque]

tlou2 spoilers ahead, but now that we've established that joel can't hear from his right ear, don't think about the fact he'd sleep on his left side around tess, because he trusts her to protect him. don't think about the fact that in the game, ellie follows on his right side, and "on your right!" is the most common warning she yells. don't think about how the one time joel let himself actually sleep instead of staying up to protect ellie, he was so surprisingly comfortable that he fell asleep on his left. don't think about the fact that when abby and her crew come for him, joel dies lying on his right side, so he can hear every single one of ellie's pleading sobs. don't think about it. just don't.

#also as someone w old man joints who can't hear shit on my right side: i feel seen #og #the last of us #tlou #the last of us hbo #tlou hbo #the last of us hbo spoilers #tlou hbo spoilers #tlou spoilers #the last of us part two #the last of us part 2 #tlou2 spoilers #the last of us part 2 spoilers #the last of us part two spoilers #joel miller #ellie williams #abby anderson

[anaxibiaclark]

Hollywood needs to get their fucking heads out of their asses and pay these writers what they deserve. I don't want to wait until 2026 (exaggerating) to see Bella climb a T-Rex and scream, "Look at me! I'm on a motherfuckin' dinosaur!" Then, do a cannonball into a pool of water off said T-Rex.

Just give them what's rightfully theirs.

#wga strike #the last of us #the last of us hbo #ellie williams #bella ramsey #joel miller #pedro pascal #the last of us part two spoilers

[stormwiitch]

i am thinking about the changes to ellie’s response to killing david in the game versus the show. i think both are extremely valid reactions but there’s something about the disassociation and numbness she displays in the show that is extra heartbreaking. especially when you consider how this event changes ellie forever. and i was trying to think of how this trauma affects who she is in the second game, and i think i realized that the show is going to draw an absolutely devastating parallel between this moment and the moment she tortures nora. after she tortures nora in the game, she goes back to dina shaking, unable to get words out, covered in blood, and dina has to comfort her. just like what happened in episode 8. it’s all the more devastating when you realize the interrogation tactics ellie used are possibly ones that she learned from joel. joel is not there to emotionally comfort her like he did after she killed david, but in a twisted way he was there when she interrogated nora. it’s an excellent away of highlighting the dark parts of joel and ellie’s relationship, which i think the show is doing very well with (and much more than the games). and it’s a devastating way to highlight how the things ellie is doing are affecting her. this parallel is going to Hurt

#the last of us part two spoilers #the last of us part two #ellie williams #joel miller #the last of us hbo #the last of us #tlou #tlou hbo #dina nolastname #seattle ellie #tlou part 2 #tlou parallels

[its-a-show-stoppin-number]

⚠️The Last of Us part two spoilers⚠️

#the last of us #tlou #tlou 2 #the last of us part two #the last of us part two spoilers #tlou spoilers #tlou 2 spoilers #tommy miller #i lived bitch #jeffrey pierce

[bisexualdeans]

that kathleen to abby narrative mirror was fucking sick craig mazin i'm in your walls

#iykyk #the last of us part two spoilers #the last of us part two #abby anderson #tlou hbo #tlou spoilers

[moon-ursidae]

playing through part ii again and this flashback scene hurts even more after finishing the game. everything was so simple and they were joking and laughing together. they had a fucking great day together. “i do okay?” like he just wanted her to be happy and he tried so hard to make it a good birthday RRAAAAHHHHHHHH

just knowing everything that happens later makes it hurt so much more.

he loved her so much :,)

#the last of us #tlou #joel miller #tlou spoilers #tlou part two #tlou part two spoilers #tlou part 2 #tlou part 2 spoilers #tlou part ii #tlou part ii spoilers #the last of us spoilers #the last of us part 2 spoilers #the last of us part 2 #the last of us part ii spoilers #the last of us part ii #the last of us part two spoilers #the last of us part two

[steveyockey]

they aren’t going to cast abby because joel isn’t going to die this time

keep telling yourself that

#say goodnight peepaw… #tlou spoilers #the last of us spoilers #tlou2 spoilers #the last of us part two spoilers #anon #answered #well. I mean what else can I do. spoilers

[reallydampcake]

Took a hiatus from The Last of Us 2 coz I was getting hand strain from playing so much (playing 1 and 2 straight after one another really takes a toll on your thumbs and wrists) and it also just happened to be at the part where Im face to face with an ominously lit ambulance in the basement of a hospital. My hand pain is gone but my paralysis from going bear an ambulance is not. (fr I am scared beyond compare)

#tlou2 #the rat king #tlou2 spoilers #the last of us part two spoilers #the last of us part two

[sicksicksixx]

spoilers for tlou2

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the thing about the last of us part two is that you can kind of understand how ellie’s regret over fighting with joel is motivating her, losing someone you love so much when things are so bad is one of the cruelest things in life. but then to learn that no, she did forgive him. she said she would try to move on and that he was worth having in her life… he knows she loved him so much, she doesn’t have to prove it like this. and you realize that it isn’t even that regret driving her…. it’s just pure rage.

#tlou2 #tlou 2 #the last of us part two #the last of us ot 2 #the last of us part two spoilers #spoilers

[heartpascal]

[SPOILERS FOR TLOU PT2]

so i was listening to "the other side" by ruelle and "wait for it" by leslie odom jr. and had this depressing thought regarding that maybe bonus scene of "if the door wasn't shut" series but like- what if it was reader who abby kills instead of joel? hear me out but- joel killed her father right? and probably made her go through sm pain and grief right? so what if somehow she finds out how much reader means to joel.

"did we ever see it coming?

will we ever let it go?"

and blinded by her need for revenge, she 🏌️ the reader instead, wanting joel to feel the same pain and grief she feels and twists the knife even deeper saying that her death is on him. the reader who didn't even go with them and had no idea what even happened in that hospital and absolutely had no part of it was killed because of him. that her death will be on his conscience. she was just someone who was caught in the crossfire because of her relations with joel and ellie.

"i don't want to lose part of me,

will i recover?"

and joel, ellie, and tommy just watches her get 🏌️ by abby. i'm- IMAGINE THE PAIN TOMMY AND MARIA WILL GO THROUGH 😭😭😭😭 reader whom they basically raised as their own just gets killed just like that 😭 maria gonna lose another child 😭 AND READER'S SHOP IS JUST BURIED IN FLOWERS 😭😭😭

"i don't want to know what it's like to live without you,

don't want to know the other side of a world without you."

what's even more depressing is that she's still young and still had a life ahead of her and it's just cut short because the world is cruel just like that. (especially in the tlou universe cough)

"death doesn't discriminate,

between the sinners and the saints,

it takes and it takes and it takes."

and joel just breaking and wondering why he's still when so many people that he has know and cared and loved has left him (i'm going for the sarah's mom left route and tommy leaving joel to join the fireflies) or died (sarah, tess, bill, frank, sam, henry, and now reader) AND WHAT IF THEY JUST MADE UP TOO?!?! I CAN'T- 😭😭😭

"(and we keep living anyway),

we rise (and we fall),

we fall (and we break),

(and we make our mistakes),

and if there's a reason i'm still alive,

when so many have died."

might go back to this if ive thought of even more but for now i'm ending this here and gonna cry about it 😭😭

THE LAST OF US PART 2 SPOILERS!

howl you have HURT me with this one. so badly. my heart hurts. i’m gonna add my thoughts hope this is ok <3

FIRST. LETS TALK ABOUT THE SONGS. especially the other side by ruelle?? HELLO??? “i don’t want to leave here without you” …. stop it. i’m in so much pain. “i don’t want to know what it’s like to live without you” SCREAMING. this hurts me so much and it fits for all of the characters AND AND “i don’t want to know who we are without each other” i cant do this today howl i really cant. it’s interchangeable between the scenarios as well i-

“and if there’s a reason i’m still alive when everyone who loves me has died” stop. i’m gonna cry and shout and sob and yell.

lets think about this scenario, shall we?

warning: graphic content, death, weapons, blood, canon-typical, grief, aftermath of r dying. you should know what’s happened if you’ve come past the keep reading thingy. pls read at your own risk <3 its not written as a proper fic/drabble (although there’s an idea) but still, be careful of the content you consume !!!!

lets say that reader and jesse were partnered up to take joel and tommy off of patrol. lets say that reader is fucking terrified when the miller bros don’t show up. lets say that jesse agrees to go and find dina and ellie while reader goes ahead to look for joel and tommy, fearing the worst.

lets say reader hears that gunshot, and rushes in, guns blazing. lets say she shoots owen in the shoulder when she pushes the door open, because he’s the first person she sees. lets say manny takes her down, gets her gun off of her, while joel is yelling as he realises who it is.

lets say joel is yelling, “get your hands off of her” and “don’t you touch her” while the others hold him down, tommy already knocked flat out. lets say abby is stood there, looking between you baring your teeth as you’re held down by manny and joel yelling for you. lets say she’s angry, she’s angrier than she’s ever been. lets say that she looks at you and sees herself, and she looks to joel only to see what he took from her.

lets say reader is looking at joel, at his leg that’s almost beyond saving, lets say reader is praying that jesse, dina and ellie are quick. she’s sure that if they got here soon, the four of you could get the upper hand. joel would be okay, if only the others were quick.

lets say abby looks at joel one more time, and spits “move him”, and she looks to reader while the others pull joel away, while he’s kicking and screaming the whole way.

lets say they pull reader over towards the wall, all looking at abby nervously.

lets say when she swings at reader’s head the first time, she’s still struggling, looking over to joel as one of the group hits him across the head with their gun. lets say the second time, she goes down, and they don’t need to hold reader against the wall anymore.

“don’t,” reader would say, “please, i-” lets say abby hitting her again would cut anything else off, and some of the group have to rush to the door when it opens, and reader blinks bleary eyes over to see ellie, and almost sighs with relief until she’s taken down.

lets say reader waits, vision swimming, to hear or maybe see jesse and dina come through the doorway, guns blazing. lets say reader tries not to cry when they don’t come.

“stop it! she had nothing to do with this” ellie would say, despite not knowing why the group was here, why they were doing this. “i’ll kill you, i’ll fucking kill you! stop,” she would be begging, pleading, as they hold her head against the floor, lets say she’d try and pull away, try and get to reader as abby would swing again.

lets say joel hears ellie scream as he starts to wake up, his first and only image being reader with her face covered in blood and- they hit him across the head again, and he’s out.

lets say jesse and dina come, and dina almost doesn’t shout for jesse to come down. lets say jesse almost passes out when he pushes the wooden door open. lets say that he shouts, and he’s on his knees beside reader in a second, not touching, hands just hovering, and lets say he doesn’t know what to do. lets say he holds in his tears as he turns to where tommy is blinking into consciousness. lets say he blocks the man’s view of you until he’s pushed aside.

lets not say how joel is unresponsive when he wakes up, even though dina had pulled a sheet to cover the sight in front of him, lets not say that none of them can get him to speak even when they pull him up, on his half-fucked leg, tourniquet wrapped around his thigh from the very group who had-

here’s what we shouldn’t think about this situation!

lets not think about tommy having to go home to maria, to his son, and look her in the face to tell her what happened. lets not think about maria demanding to see reader, demanding for someone to tell her it’s not fucking true.

lets not think about how joel can’t be there when reader is buried, stuck in the infirmary, because he’s alive. he’s alive and reader isn’t. lets not think about that.

lets not think about how jesse would blame himself, would never forgive himself for letting her go searching alone, how he would carry that blame forever.

lets not think about ellie sitting in reader’s shop, looking at the clay reader had set out that morning, ready for when she’d be home later on in the evening. lets not think about all the flowers that would be laying outside of the shop, obscuring ellie’s view out of the windows.

lets not think about tommy leaving maria when she needed him most.

lets not think about ellie and dina going after him.

lets not think about joel, finally being let out of the infirmary, heading back to Rancher Street, not knowing what else to do. lets not think about joel being completely despondent, about him finding the mug that reader had made sat on the counter from the coffee he’d had in it just before he had gone on patrol.

lets not think about joel finding out his whole family has gone to avenge reader, when its his fault she’s gone. lets not think about him limping to the stables, demanding to go after them. lets not think about jesse helping him sneak away.

lets not think actually.

(i could add more to this. expand on other things that could happen in this situation. but. i’m sad. i will if yall want tho >:])

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[egophiliac]

BOOK SEVEN IS COMING TO ENGLISH TOMORROW!! AHHH I THOUGHT I HAD MORE TIME TO MENTALLY PREPARE FOR THE TRAUMA!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

🚨 AHHHHHHHH! IT'S COMING! 🚨

I'm wonder if it's going to be broken up the same way? I know Eng sometimes chunks things differently (you guys apparently got the entire back half of 6 in one enormous update?!), so I'm curious if we'll have the same cliffhangers! :O there is...so much that happens...

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[anaxibiaclark]

Watch "THE LAST OF US 2 Official Trailer (PS4)" on YouTube

I've been watching some of the old trailers for TLOU2, and this one has stuck with me.

Can you imagine how crazy it would be if Craig and Neil had Bella and Pedro do something similar to this for a teaser trailer.

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[bookofbonbon]

“I do okay?”

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Joel’s Windchimes - Joel’s House & The Farm

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[moon-ursidae]

SESSION #11: THE FINAL SESSION (also super fucking long holy shit)

spoilers for both tlou games and the HBO show below!!

we’re in the double digits and i’m essentially on the rat king’s doorstep shitting my fucking jorts begging for my mom lmao

as always, notes and ramblings of a madperson as i play are below!

total playtime: about 9 hours!

picking back up w abby in this hotel

surely nothing will go wrong

it’s only a hotel in a last of us game

i hate this

i fucking hate this

i hate being on my own

THE WAY I GENUINELY YELLED AT THE STALKER RUNNING BY THE DOOR

i fucking hate this building.

holy shit.

i’m yelling everytime one of them busts outta the walls

what the fuck

BLOATER???

AAAHHHHHH

i agree w lev:

“fuck this building”

hotels are just bad

I LOVE LEV

NOOOOOO NOT THE HOSPITAL PLEASE

NAAUURRRRR THE HOSPITAL

NO.

NO.

I DON’T WANT IT.

i feel ill

i feel physically ill

i’m so anxious

MISSOURI COIN WOOO

THESE TATTLETALE BITCHES

FUCK YA’LL

“wE rAdIoEd iSaAc” fuck you

thaaaat’s why she was in the cell earlier

NORA

“they’re rough.” UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE CENTURY

I DON’T WANT TO GO DOWN THERE MAN

GROUND ZERO FOR THE WHOLE CITY?????

i fucking hate this.

i hate it i hate it i hate it

WAIT SO IF THE GENERATOR DIDN’T TURN ON THIS FUCKER WOULDN’T HAVE WOKEN UP???????

i fucking hate it here.

this is the hotel basement of this game

i’m looking at the ambulance.

i don’t want to go in.

i feel physically fucking ill i’m so serious

i’m going fuck it

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I DID IT.

shit my pants but here we are!

LEV THANK GOD I MISSED YOU SO DEARLY

awe this is like the first game in pittsburgh!

they’re joel and ellie now :,)

LEV AND ALICE OH MY GOD😭😭

this is so sweet 🥺

OH MY GOOOOOD i wanna hug lev so hard

shaking the fucking shit out of this snowglobe is giving me more enjoyment than i have experienced in a while

owen makes me feel gross dude

like the mother to his child is in the same building where he’s like basically begging abby to go to santa barbara and be with him

LEV?!!!

JUST FUCKING LEFT?!!

“get your priorities straight.” TEEEAAAAA

KANSAS COIN

i can’t imagine climbing w one arm

god ocean so scary

i fucking hate it

oh shit gunfire

TOMMYYYYYY

HE’S A DAMN GOOD SHOT THAT’S WHAT’S UP

DAMN HE GOT MY ASS

SHOTGUN RIGHT IN THE HEAD DAMN

tommy’s fucking scary

i also hate playing as abby and going for the miller boys

this is 2 for 2 bro

NOOOOOO

MANNY WAS THE ONLY ONE I LIKED OF THE SALT LAKE CREW OTHER THAN ABBY

NOOOOOOO

YEAAAA TOMMY LET’S GO

i know he’s fine but i still got scared

this island is fuckin sick

literally my aesthetic i fucking love it goddamn

this shit is gonna be intense isn’t it?

STEALTH AGAINST PEOPLE I MISSED THIS HOLY SHIT

the sound design is so fucking good

the storm sounds so fuckin cool holy shit

god i love stealthing in the cornfield

LEV😭

i love him so much.

this is so fucking eerie holy shit

the storm sounds so fucking cool

omg they did the horse tactic like they did w ellie and dina earlier

YARA. I SWEAR TO GOD.

abby’s so real for beating the absolute fucking shit out of this guy

the way lev is telling her to get up😭

fuck isaac what a fucking bitch

ARE YOU JOKING???? THE WAY THEY ALL SHOT HER????

WAS IT NECESSARY TO EMPTY THEIR FUCKING CLIPS ON HER????? A CHILD???? THAT WAS ALREADY SHOT IN A LETHAL AREA????? FUCK THESE MOTHERFUCKERS

jesus christ.

“you’re my people!” 😭😭😭😭😭😭

god i’m really comin around to abby

STEALTH WOOOOOO

wait that was the first time abby killed wolves holy shit

damn

OH MY GOD??

THE ISLAND IS JUST ON FUCKING FIRE??

this looks fuckin cool

omg this is so crazy seraphites vs wolves

oh my god

OH MY GOD?!!!

RIDING THROUGH THIS LITERAL WAR ZONE???

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

the kids screaming :(

THIS IS INSANE

THIS BIG BITCH?!!

MY FUCKING BAG GODDAMNIT

THIS GUY WON’T QUIT

HE’S LIKE MICHAEL MEYERS JESUS CHRIST

can we get a near death experience counter for abby for the past 2 days in seattle bc holy fucking shit

holy fuck.

abby’s been through the fucking ringer holy fuck

ALICE :,(

fuck bro

abby just went through the entirety of the fucking seraphite island to come back to her friends dead oh my god

ellie i love ya but jesus fucking christ

the blood under the door :(

give laura bailey all the awards oh my god

oh my god the look in abby’s eyes

oh fuck ellie fight

oh god i hate this

i don’t wanna go after my girls :(

this feels so wrong to me. fuck

FUCK tommy’s talkin about how he got a necklace for maria rn and jesse and ellie are havin their lil bro talk FUUUUCK DUDE

i feel so conflicted bro

i’m gonna cry at hearing and seeing ellie again

THE WAY YOU COULD HEAR HER SAY JESSE BEHIND THE BAR :(((((

TOMMY?!!!!! HELLO?!!!!

i can’t do this man

i love ellie too much bro

i cannot

i’m also so terrified of her

THIS IS SO SCARY

THIS HURTS ME BRO

ELLIE’S FACE

AS I’M CHOKING HER

UUUUGGHHHHHH

SHE’S CRAFTING AND SETTING TRAPS HOLY FUCK

THIS IS SO SCARYYYYYYY

OH MY GOD BROKE ELLIE’S ARM?!!!

DINA?!!!!

I CANNOT DO THIS BRO

I KEEP PAUSING EVERY 5 SECONDS

MY GIRLS

MY TEAM JACKSON WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

LEV SAYING ABBY AND THEN SHE STOPPED

THIS IS SO PARALLEL TO JOEL AND ELLIE IT’S LIKE W HENRY AND SAM WHERE JOEL WAS GONNA SHOOT HENRY BUT THEN PUT THE GUN DOWN AFTER ELLIE WAS LIKE “joel” FUUUUCK BRO

MY BABIES😭

the lighting tho

ellie’s in the red lighting and dina’s in the white light?? so good

THE HOUSE!!!!!

LOOKING AT JOEL’S WATCH😭😭😭😭

god jj looks so much like jesse holy fuck

THE MUSEUM PAMPHLET AND THE CASETTE FUCK OFF

THERE’S SCULPTURES AND STUFF FROM JOEL’S HOUSE

dina into embroidery slay

THE CHILD SPEAKS?!

this is gorgeous.

oh my god.

i have the goofiest lil smile on my face

they’re so domestic🥹

dancing in the kitchen😭

THE TEXAS MAGNET ON THE FRIDGE😭

is that joel’s fucking hat… on the scarecrow

THEY HAVE SHEEP OH MY FUCKING GOD JESUS CHRIST

GOOOODDDDDD this hits so much harder after the show

the flashback😭

the way he keeps screamin uuugh i’m cryinnnnng

dina trying to lighten the mood 😭

god i love them

this is ellie’s best outfit

oh god tommy

everyone’s so cozy please

like ellie please don’t leave this bro

i feel bad for tommy but at the same time i’m so pissed at him for bringin this to ellie

side note: ellie looks fucking great

guilt tripping her like bro

“what a joke.” fuck off actually

goddamnit ellie don’t go

fuuuck

THE GUITAR😭

I FORGOT ABOUT THIS FLASHBACK

I’M GONNA CRY

dina’s putting on a show for ellie bro

this is making my lil lgbt heart so happy

THIS IS WHAT ELLIE WAS JUST PLAYING ON GUITAR AHHHHHH

YESSSS LESBIANSSS WOOOOOO

JOELLLLLL

the way joel was absolutely watching ellie bc he hopped in so fucking fast😭

he looked so hurt and embarrassed after she said she doesn’t need his help😭

SHE’S WEARING HIS JACKET😭😭

poor dina bro goddamnit

this is so fucking sad bro

back to lev and abby wooooo

“you’re such a goober” CRYYYIIINNNGGG

abby sounds so soft🥺

LMAO “scooch” when lev couldn’t push the shelves

who’s on the radio?

no one apparently uh oh

THAT’S FUCKIN LIAM O’BRIEN AHHHHHH

oh damn the fireflies are buildin back up

OH FUCK AMBUSH

LEV JUST GOT FUCKIN DOMED BRO HOLY SHIT

omg that’s travis willingham!

she cares about lev so much dude :(

back to ellie!

i’m so concerned about them getting sunburnt

oh i’m about to READ ellie’s journal

i haven’t played as ellie in so fucking long holy shit i missed her

the one about her burying the 2 kids :(

abby’s notes to owen :(

LEV’S SHARK PLUSHIE AHHHHHHH

i’m not a beach person but this is gorgeous

god i’ve missed playing as ellie so much

CARD!!!! OH MY GOD

2 SHAMBLERS???

“i swear to god abby. if these infected killed you..” she’d be dead ellie

the revenge is eating you alive ellie you gotta stop bro

oh fuck the trap oh fuck oh shit oh fuck

OH FUCK STABBED BY THE TREE

if she loses her knife forever i’m gonna be so fucking upset

poor ellie bro :(

oh my god all the blood

god she’s so hooked on revenge holy shit

it’s travis willingham!

and logic!

LMAO i love ellie

fuck she’s hot

her smirk bc she fuckin knows she’s not gonna turn lmao

thank god she stitched herself up holy shit

ohhhh so these “rattlers” are basically hunters from the first game

roger roger

god i’ve missed placing traps

i get why my ellie was placing traps everywhere lmao

hooooly fuck that’s a shit ton of prisoners

i fully did not expect to finish this game tonight but here we are

oh shit from this note it seems like there may be people coming to attack the rattlers?

or that was the group that was just marched in…

fuck.

fuuuck bro they chain up infected people? goddamn

these people are fuckin crazy

there’s music playing?

i almost missed a fucking card holy shit

jesus christ there are so fucking many of them

is that matt mercer? the guy that told ellie where abby is? (update: it was!)

the way she keeps whispering abby to herself :(

god the fucking chaos of the prisoners escaping and fighting juxtaposed with the way ellie is walking in silence and in isolation

she’s really lookin worse for wear :(

holy shit it’s on fucking fire

holy fuck.

these people are fucking sadistic

lev on the pillar UUUGGHHHH

abby :(

god she looks awful :(

oh my god :(

they really are like joel and ellie and i think ellie’s starting to see that :(

i’m just thinking how the fuck did ellie make it back to the house

OH MY GOD THE BOAT FROM THE MENUUUUUUUUU

THEY WERE TELLING US THE WHOLE TIME

fuuuck that cut to joel on the ground :(

the way the score came in FUCK

this is so painful bc it’s so brutal

knife is the only weapon

the grunts and groans of pain bc their bodies are so weak

the emotion in the screaming

give these women every award holy fuck

HER FINGERS OH MY GOD NOOOO

oh my god.

this is fucking insane.

the cut to joel :(

fuck.

her worst fear came true

she’s alone

the house is so empty :(

she left all of ellie’s stuff😭

she can’t play guitar 😭

she’s not even singing the words fuuuck bro

i’m a goner

i’m gone

i’m already a teary mess

fuck i’m not ready for the porch scene

i’m not prepared

HE’S PLAYING HELPLESSLY HOPING

HOW MANY NIGHTS WAS HE HELPLESSLY HOPING THAT ELLIE WOULD FUCKING FORGIVE HIM UUUUGGHHHHHHHH

the way he wants to defend himself as to why he’s being so protective but he know that it would piss her off more so he just says “okay.”😭

he wants to know more about what’s going on bc clearly they’re not as close so he’s taking what he can get😭😭

he’s trying so hard to extend branches bro

i’m a sobbing mess

“my life would have fucking mattered” ELLIE YOU ALREADY MATTERED BEFORE BABES AND JOEL SAW THAT AND HE RECOGNIZED THAT AND HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH HE KNEW THAT THERE WAS A CHANCE IT REALLY WOULD NOT HAVE MATTERED SO HE DECIDED TO SAVE HIS WORLD AND MAKE IT TO WHERE HE KNEW YOU WOULD HAVE A LIFE WHERE YOUR LIFE DID MATTER ELLIE GODDAMNIT

AND HE WOULD FUCKING DO IT AGAIN

OVER AND OVER

EVERY TIME HE WOULD CHOOSE YOU ELLIE

FUUUUCK

his shaky breath after she said she doesn’t think she could forgive him😭

and the one after she says she’d like to try😭

THE SHAKY “yep.” PLEASE😭

god and now her leaving the guitar by THE window

signifying how she’s ready to start moving on and really healing from his death. god.

and the final shot being through the window, the guitar in the foreground and ellie walking away in the background. UUUGH.

oh my god.

what a fucking game. holy shit.

i’m a goddamn mess. it’s 6am. i need a cigarette and a drink. holy fucking shit.

that was fucking crazy and so good and so scary and so beautiful

goddamn

i cannot put coherent thoughts together bc i can barely see my fucking phone screen

i genuinely did not think that i would play this game or finish it but holy fuck i’m so glad i did

such amazing storytelling in these games.

goddamn.

everyone at naughty dog that worked on this game deserves so many awards goddamn.

WAYFARING STRANGER FINISHING THE CREDITS RRRAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

the boat.

oh my god.

fucking amazing game.

i need time to recover.

i’m gonna go cry and listen to and make playlists :,)

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