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#tlou ii spoilers
inaflashimagine · 1 year
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does she have a violent heart or is she a teenager who was born and grew up in a bitterly cruel world? does she have a violent heart or is she constantly surrounded by violence and raised by people who often used violence as a means to survive, raised by a father-like figure who struggled how to properly grieve and taught her to just move on instead of fully processing that already by the age of 14 she's seen way too much shit no one should have to see in their entire lives?
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oreolesbian · 1 year
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anyways - tlou is a tragedy - trying to read it as if “this character is right” “this character is wrong” is just not really the enjoyment of the game. playing tlou ii is so devastating bc you go back to game 1 and see the inevitable path to what happens 😵‍💫
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purpleturtledove · 4 months
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Joel’s Windchimes - Joel’s House & The Farm
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sabrinaacarpenters · 1 year
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THE LAST OF US (2023-) 1.08 "When We Are in Need" THE LAST OF US PART II (2020)
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angelamcss · 1 year
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Ellie Williams | 1.08
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coralinejones · 1 year
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the parallels between what henry did and kathleen’s reaction to that and what joel did at the end of the game and abby’s reaction to that… wow
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biggest-hades-fan · 1 year
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“I’m not who I was. I’m weak.” 
This line from Joel in Episode 6 completely killed me. Joel IS old, yes. He’s 55 years old and he has PTSD. But he’s not weak. Make no mistake, Marlene chose him for a reason, and you don’t survive for 20 years without being cunning, fiercely intelligent and incredibly strong.
It’s an absolutely genius thing to put at the 2/3rds point of the show because we’re preceding Joel’s weakest moment---the narrative darkest hour, where he is so weak he needs Ellie to take care of him---but this also precedes his two greatest feats in the series: if we follow the game’s events, Episode 8 is Joel slaughtering the cannibals, and Episode 9 depicts Joel almost single-handedly annihilating the Fireflies. 
Joel’s love for Ellie has made him afraid. He believes this has made him weak, and in some ways, one could argue it has. But as the finale will demonstrate, that raw, primal, parental fear also makes him the scariest fucker alive.
I’m reminded of this line from Lev in Part II: “Only when we are weak may I carry my true strength.” 
(Not coincidentally, that game also displays Abby at her absolute strongest and most cunning during Days 2 and 3, when Lev and Yara’s lives are in immediate danger.)
This franchise is FUCKING KILLING ME 
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IMPLIED SPOILERS FOR THE LAST OF US PART TWO AND SEASON TWO OF THE LAST OF US
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We’ve won…but at what cost
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soft-cryptids · 10 months
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Ghosts.
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itsladyliv · 1 year
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joel: hey what if we forget this whole damn thing and just go back to tommy's? ellie: ... ellie: that’s actually a good idea! let’s go joel: 😌🥰❤️  ellie: 🥰😄❣️
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future days
-ˋˏ✄┈ summary: after the talk that ellie and joel have, where ellie decides to try to forgive joel, she can't stop thinking about wanting to solve their problems, so she's going to watch a movie with him
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-ˋˏ✄┈ warnings: none, it's a cute story that happens before that moment of joel in the last of us part ii. cute moments of father/daughter relationship
The streets of Jackson stretch out before me, too silent and icy for my liking. With each step, I feel the weight of my thoughts, a mixture of nervousness and hope propelling me forward. I had argued with Joel again earlier, and it was something I hated, but I couldn't stop the anger from blinding me.
I walked the familiar streets, but this time my mind was somewhere else. I remembered every word, every look, every difficult moment since I found out the truth about what he had done. I felt like he had taken away an essential part of me. Shouldn't it have been my decision? What had I fought so hard for if in the end I couldn't save anyone?
The sun began to set on the horizon, I can see the shadows of the trees lengthening and the tingle of anticipation rising in my chest in record time. Deep down, deep down, and behind all my negative feelings, I longed for everything to work out. I'm willing to try for him. As stubborn as I'm, I know that Joel is worth a try. I know he didn't mean any harm, he just cared about me.
I walked aimlessly, lost in thought, but at the same time longing for the moment when I would be reunited with Joel. Yes, despite everything, I promised him that I would make an effort to forgive him. I would try to bury my impulses deep in my thoughts. That night, we were going to watch a movie together, a small attempt to reconnect, to remind each other that, despite everything, we still had each other… Fuck, I can't say otherwise, he's the only person I've ever been able to trust.
I have nightmares of his watery eyes on a daily basis. Other days it's dead people, begging for help. But again it's his eyes. Guilt kept me awake on other nights. I'm a mess.
I'm early, too early, but I can't help but feel nervous and excited at the same time. I know tonight is important, a time to try to rebuild what we once had.
I finally make it to his porch, without even thinking about it. Through the window I can see that Joel is looking at some DVDs. I'm sure he's nervous too. Even though I'm already at the door, I prefer to take a deep breath before I hit the door. With every beat of my heart, I feel the weight of the decision I'm about to make. But the weight melts on the spark of hope, a small light in the darkness that reminded me that, even in the hardest of times, he had been with me.
With a little uncertainty, I raise my hand and knock gently on the door. I wait, holding my breath, wondering what Joel will think of seeing me here sooner than expected. My thoughts swirl through my mind, wondering if I should have waited a little longer, if I'm being too impulsive once again.
The door slowly opens and I meet Joel's surprised gaze. His eyes widen a little wider than usual, marking the wrinkles in his eyes. For a moment, neither of us says anything, we just stare at each other, as if trying to find the right words to break the silence. I'm scratching my head without realising it, like a reflex action.
I shrug, trying to look nonchalant when I'm actually shaking inside. "I just wanted to make sure I was here on time," I reply, trying to ignore the knot in my stomach.
Then a slow smile spreads across his face, breaking the tension in the air. "Ellie," he says in a soft voice, as if he can't believe I'm here. "What are you doing here so early?
The surprise on Joel's face slowly fades, replaced by a warm smile. "Well, that's unusual coming from you," he jokes, but there's something else in his tone, something that makes me feel like he appreciates my effort to be here.
I feel a little more relaxed at his reaction. Maybe I'm not as out of place as I thought. With a nervous smile, I step through the door and into his house, ready to face whatever might happen.
My eyes fill with tears and I have to make an effort to hold them back. The tenderness and love I see in the photograph overwhelms me, and for a moment, I just want to run to Joel and hug him tightly, to cling to him as if my life depended on it, as if I were a child. But I restrain myself, keeping my emotions in check as I listen to him speak.
As I enter Joel's house, my eyes sweep around the room, and what I see takes my breath away. It is spotlessly clean, tidy in a way I haven't seen in a long time. The clothes that used to cover the furniture are gone, it even smells good. My eyes stop on an old television set in a corner, next to which is a DVD ready to play. But what really makes me stop is the framed photograph that adorns his desk. It's a picture of the two of us, taken a long time ago, when things were simpler, before the world became so dark and complicated, more than usual. The photo seems to radiate warmth and happiness, and I feel a lump in my throat as I think of all we've been through since then.
"I hope you feel comfortable," Joel says, his voice soft and emotionally charged. "I picked a movie I thought you might like. Well…I don't know, but it's a classic."
I nod, unable to find the words to express what I'm feeling right now. But that gesture, the way he's set this up for us, says more to me than words ever could. Silently, I settle into the sofa, feeling the warmth of his presence beside me.
"The Searchers, starring John Wayne. One of the best cowboy movies ever made. You know, shootings, revenge…fun stuff."
"Is it a cowboy movie?" I smirk, it was always cowboy movies.
That laugh that comes out of his mouth proves me right without me needing to say anything else.
I can't help but laugh when I hear that. "I don't know who this John Wayne guy is, but he sure knew how to have fun."
The film starts playing on the screen, but I barely pay attention to what's going on. Instead, I find myself lost in my thoughts, in my memories. And as Joel sits beside me, sharing this moment with me, I know that we are taking a step in the right direction, in a way.
The vast, barren landscapes slowly captured my attention. I had to make the joke about how it wasn't that easy to ride a horse, otherwise I was going to explode.
The film is over and part of me wants to keep the fact that I loved it, but I end up blurting out "Brutal" as the end credits roll and Joel laughs.
Joel and I shared comments on the most interesting scenes and got excited about every plot twist, we also laughed quite a bit at certain points. As the film progresses, I feel the tension slowly fade, replaced by a sense of wonder and fascination. The vivid imagery and captivating narrative keep us glued to the screen, totally immersed in the story. John Wayne sure did it well.
The room is now bathed in the dim light of night, and my stomach emits a loud growl, reminding me that I'm hungry. Joel gestures and says knowingly, "What if we go out for dinner?"
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I nod enthusiastically, grateful that he's the one to say so. For a moment, as we're leaving his house and discussing the film, I feel like I'm fourteen again. That I feel again that maybe I'm not as alone as I think I am and that maybe I can still consider him my family, despite everything. Maybe in a while everything can go back to the way it was before.
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oreolesbian · 1 year
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not the shot focusing on the dead nurse joel shot - we all know who that is 😵‍💫
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purpleturtledove · 4 months
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Seattle Day One - The Forest
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abbysthighs · 6 months
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I need her fist inside me.
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aigle-hotaru · 1 year
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Okay, fine. Whatever. You. You can do anything you want. Where are you going? What are you doing? It's never been an option.
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xthescarletbitch · 8 months
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cuties
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