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trulybetty · 8 months

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Drip | Joel Miller x Reader

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader (no use of Y/N) Word Count: 1,243 Warnings: References, but doesn't reference, events in TLOU2, so if you want to avoid conversation around that and comments - might be best to pass on this. Summary: I've got nothing - just me and my feels. AO3: Linked

A/N: This piece or whatever you want to call it leaves it up to interpretation if Joel came back from golfing or not. Not sure I'll go anywhere with this - but I wanted to get it out of my head. Don't think it'll get much traction, but one of those fics that I wanted to write for myself.

Drip.

You can hear Maria arguing with Tommy. You can’t make out what’s being said, but you can hear them going back and forth.

The water is getting cold, but you can’t bring yourself to get out of the bathtub.

It’s been a long time since it was just you. A long time since you’ve been on your own here. You’re not sure how it works, being alone, anymore. Maria had told you you weren’t truly alone, you’d looked at her confused. She told you that you had herself and Tommy. But the sentiment hadn’t been as comforting as she had intended it to be.

The tap is dripping, he was supposed to fix it.

There’s a slam of a door somewhere in the house. Your head is too full of static to figure out where it’s coming from. There are steps on the stairs, hurried and angry. You know who they belong to, but you don’t care because they are not the slow, comforting thumps that bring you peace at the end of the night.

The room is getting cold, the winter wind is seeping through the window you left open. The flimsy curtains that had once served a decorative purpose for the previous owners, fluttered with the breeze.

The bang of an open hand on the door is resounding in the still of the bathroom, where the only noise is the constant drip, drip, drip of the leaking tap. Maria and Tommy’s voices are clearer now. They’re still arguing, but their raised voices are now directed towards the person banging at the door.

The tepid bathwater covers your face as you lower yourself into the tub, inching closer and closer to overflowing. As close to spilling over the edge as you are to the point of breakdown.

Your name is being shouted now. But it’s distorted under the water almost like it belongs to someone else.

You wish this was all for someone else.

You squeeze your eyes closed tight before you resurface.

All three voices are arguing now.

None of them are from people you want to hear from, but at least the banging of the door has stopped.

The pile of clothes next to the laundry basket is still there, just as it had been that morning. You want to go back to a time when the only problem within the four walls of that house was getting those clothes into the laundry basket instead of next to it, without argument.

The tap is still dripping.

Your bruised and bloodied knuckles still throbbed. You’d put up a good fight when they’d tried to take you away, you hadn’t wanted to leave. They'd said it was for the best, you needed to rest. You’d screamed until your voice was hoarse, insisting he shouldn’t be alone, you'd begged and pleaded. Maria had promised you that he wouldn’t be, but here she was with Tommy; how did she know that he wasn't alone?

You haven’t cried.

The tap. Is still. Dripping.

He was supposed to fix it.

When you submerge your head underwater again it’s not the slow slide it was before into the peace the water brought you. No this was in anger, water spilled over the edges of the bathtub, you gripped the ceramic forcing yourself down and under you screamed.

It's a cry of desperation that echoes only in the void beneath the surface. Your thoughts are a torrent of confusion, anger, and loss.

Finally, you resurface, your breath coming in ragged gasps. The water splashes around you, droplets clinging to your skin. The house is silent now, the voices gone. You don't know if they've moved elsewhere or if they've just stopped talking.

They were arguing about you, about him, about what to do next. It's all a jumble, and you can't make sense of any of it.

Slowly, you step out of the bath, the chill of the air on your wet skin. You look at yourself in the mirror, it's a stranger staring back at you. Hollow bloodshot eyes and shoulders hunched over as if you're carrying some unseen weight. You wrap a towel around yourself before you rest both hands firmly against both sides of the sink as if it's all that keeps you standing.

The water runs off of you dripping into the sink in chorus with the drip from the bathtub.

The silence is so fucking loud and you don’t know what to do.

It’s fight or flight but you’re rooted to the floor in anxiety over what to do next.

The house, your house, which once held the promise of safety, now feels like a fragile shell and you feel open and exposed and the cold from the window is seeping into your bones. Your chest is tight, and a stab of pain at the side of your head reminds you that the headache you had earlier is returning. The damn tap keeps dripping and you cannot decide if you want to run head first to what’s on the other side of the door or submerge yourself back into the water.

The crescendo of intrusive thoughts peaks and your ears pop, your mind is suddenly quiet and it scares you. Your heart hammers in your chest, the abrupt silence amplifying the chill of dread that crawls up your spine that has nothing to do with the open window.

Slowly you step away from the sink, your body trembling, your hand pauses on the doorknob before you tentatively open the door.

The moment you step out of the bathroom you regret it instantly.

The room is empty. However the bed is still unmade, the sheets are still dishevelled from the morning.

It's like a freeze-frame of another life, a cruel reminder of the morning's normalcy. You can almost hear the whispered conversation you’d had despite being the only ones in the house, feel the warmth of his skin despite the wintry chill the room clung on to, the soft press of a kiss. It feels like it's from another lifetime, yet it was only hours ago.

You stumble towards the dresser, your hands grappling with the fabric of his shirt, still strewn across the chair from the morning. It smells like him. You pull it over your head, the fabric a comfort against your skin. It's a small solace.

The house creaks, and for a moment, you're not alone. You can hear the echoes of guitar strings, see the flash of smiles, feel the press of hands.

You sink onto the bed, your hands clutching at the sheets. The tears that you still have yet to cry threaten to spill. There’s a dam holding back a river of sorrow, grief, and so much anger, with nowhere or no one to direct it at. You feel broken and lost, adrift in a world that changed in an instant.

The walls of the house feel like they’re closing in on you, and the life you once knew is unravelling at the seams too quickly for you to hold on.

Your body shakes with sobs that won't come, tears that refuse to fall.

The room is darkening as night creeps further in, the world outside moving on as yours has stopped.

The bathroom door is open.

You can still hear it.

He was supposed to fix it. He was supposed to be there.

But he's not, and the tap is still dripping.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us 2 spoilers

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triple-asstro · 1 year

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One Step At A Time

one step at a time (ao3 version)

summary: A TLOU2 AU where you and Leon live on a farm and herd sheep. Domestically.

mentions: you having a child (if that's not your thing, that's fine. go check out groceries if you want leon fluff)

pair: domestic!leon x reader

a/n: i just finished tlou2 and this idea popped in my head, so (istg im pumping these out faster than a goddamn cheetah). anyway hope you enjoy this and i have a big surprise coming up, are you ready for it?

words: 1.6k

A crack echoed from your back as you stretched from your bed. The texture of the wool blanket caressed your skin along with the silk sheets. You barely slept at all last night. The sunshine leaked through the curtains, blinding you as soon as you got up from the mattress. Dressed in your white henley shirt, Leon’s beige fur coat and sports shorts you substituted for pajamas, you wandered around in a still drowsy state, shambling through the hallway. The soft echoing noises of a baby slightly knocks you out of it, filling some energy into your brain, enough to walk to the end of the hallway and open a door.

The door opened to a wriggling baby, bundled in a yellow blanket adored with illustrations of flowers. As you creeped into the room, you approached your sleepy bundle, peering into the crib it was resting in. Your baby was slightly asleep, a moment where it was not quite asleep, but not quite awake; where sleep and awareness were two sides, slowly being pulled from one side to another.

“Hello, bubs. How’s your sleep, huh?” you cooed, softly pinching their cheek. They smiled widely at your touch, their small teeth peering through their lips. You smiled back at the oh so adorable gesture, swaddling them into your arms as their head rested on your shoulder. “Sounds like a good sleep, mind giving that to some of your dear old parent huh? Could certainly use it…”

You left the room, heading down the rickety wooden stairs and into the kitchen, where the sounds of water running and dishes clattering whacked you in a waft of confusion. You approached the kitchen doorway to see Leon, dressed in a comfortable black turtleneck and blue jeans with a polka-dotted apron tied around his neck.

It was odd to see him like this, acting so domestic. After your encounter with him involving the Los Illuminados cult and both getting infected and de-infected with Las Plagas, he had his heart set on what to do after the mission was over. Move out to the countryside herding sheep and have a family. As ludicrous as it seemed, it was another deep desire of Leon’s. After going on numerous missions, fending off infected monsters and inhumane mutations no human should ever witness, a domestic life seemed like a rarity. A routine that Leon would yearn from afar but never get to experience. Washing dishes, playing with your child as they wobble about the room, getting them dressed, hanging laundry; these tasks may seem mundane to you or me, but to Leon, they seemed like gold.

“Well, isn’t this a rare sight, birdie?” you whispered to your child. “Papa’s doing the dishes. If that’s happening, who knows what else could.”

Leon chuckled at your teasing, turning his head over his shoulder. “They aren’t going to get done unless Papa does it.”

“Augh!” you groaned, dramatically placing a hand on your chest, wobbling over to Leon. “Birdie, help me! Your papa insults me!”

You wrapped your arms around his waist, swaying back and forth. “He’s lucky I love him so much.”

“Indeed I am.” he responded, setting the dishes down and planting a kiss on your hand.

“Hey.” he said, smiling fondly. “You’re wearing my jacket.”

“Hey. Why yes I am,” you repeated, copying the same expression. “How are the dishes?”

“Hold on,” he paused, holding one to his ear. “Yep, doing good.”

You giggled at the joke, your baby mimicking your laughter. “Alright, pretty boy. Do you wanna hold ‘em?”

“Is that even a question?” he stated, accepting the baby as you handed them over. “How’s my kiddo doing?”

It gurgled towards him, a response that made you laugh even more and made his smile grow wider. This moment, though it happened multiple times even in the same day, was a moment you would willingly indent into your eyelids just so you could see it every waking second. You prayed that memory wouldn’t let this one go, while the rest slowly faded away.

“Hey, Leon. Would you perhaps, be interested in a-”

Before you could finish, a ringing echoed from the living room. Leon tried to rush for the phone, but you put your hand up, signalling him to stand still as you approached the phone, its table cluttered with tablecloths and letters from Ashley and Sherry, the latter having escaped from government custody and staying with Ashley.

“Hello, who is this?”

“Oh, it’s you.” a voice spoke. It was a voice you recognized quite well. It was Ingrid’s.

“What are you calling for?”

“The President’s got another mission for Leon, could you-”

“No.”

“Look, you can’t keep doing this. The President needs him, we need him. He’s able to handle these missions in a way no others can!”

“Fat chance, Ingrid. He’s just fine. With me and our family. He’s not just some puppet you can send wherever you want while having him suffer and then just ask him to do it again like nothing happened.”

“Fine, I’m not saying you’re wrong. Just relay the message onto him, give him the choice to stay or go. You don’t own him, remember.”

“I will. Thanks, Hunnigan.” you said, hanging up the phone. You shakily sighed, your heart practically pounding against your chest as you returned back to Leon, a smug grin plastered on his face. “It was Hunnigan. They’re…The President’s got another mission for you, if you’re up to-”

“No, I’m good.”

“That’s what I said. I thought I’d give you the chance to accept or refuse.”

Leon looked at you with a concerned expression, holding the baby closer. “You think I’d go back to that and leave this behind? You must think of me as a crazy man.”

“You have jumped across chandeliers, lest you forget, pretty boy.”

“Yeah yeah." he said, a lovesick grin plastered on his face. "Now, about your proposition, lay it on.”

“How about we herd the sheep together? Whoever herds the most sheep wins.”

“Wins what?”

“The pint of icecream in the fridge. Entire thing.”

Before you could finish your sentence, Leon was already heading out of the door, rushing towards the field before you could even breathe. You followed after him, hopping over the gate you had keeping the sheep from fleeing too far. When you got to your first sheep, you already saw him herd three.

“That’s three.”

“Oh, no fair! You practically ran out here. Where did you put Birdie?”

Leon sighed, turning his shoudler to reveal the baby strapped to his back, waving its tiny hand towards you.

“Okay, that’s adorable. And you’re on, Kennedy.”

With that, you rushed over towards three sheep, directing them into the barn. You looked back, seeing Leon attempting to herd one sheep to no avail, leaving a disappointed expression on his face.

“Not that easy, is it, pretty boy?” you teased, herding two more sheep into the barn. You, 3. Leon, 3. It was tied and as the sheep narrowed in number, the competitiveness only increased. Soon, there was one sheep left. You, 6. Leon, 6. Both of you rushed towards it, attempting to get its attention to follow you back into the barn. You tried to aim for the sheep’s chin, planning to grab it and calmly lead it to the barn. You saw Leon dart his hand towards it, only for you to grab it and swiftly lead it away and into the barn, a mini-fanfare echoed in your mind.

As you led the sheep into the barn, petting it on the head, it rushed towards a mud puddle, splashing some water on your hand. But as you looked at your hand, the water morphed into blood. Blood that was leaking out of your mouth. Something struck you still, freezing your limbs and numbing your brain. You felt blood dripping from your nose and onto your hand, the reflection of the blood vessels in your eyes swelling appeared in the mud puddle. You couldn’t hear anything, not even Leon’s confused calls.

“Hello?” you called. You felt a prick in your mind, a scratching sensation echoed all over your body. Groaning in pain, you fell limp, only being able to writhe in the ground. You couldn’t breathe, as if you did, it’d felt like breathing in razor blades. Your heart kept straining, your breathing became panthing, desperately trying to get any air in your lungs. Then, your breaths turned into screaming. Screaming for any end to this seemingly never ending pain.

Leon rushed to your side, resting his hands on your shoulders as your screams died down. He slowly breathed in and out, motioning you to do the same. Eventually, your breathing went back to normal, but the thoughts didn’t.

“They’re coming more often, aren’t they?” he asked. You nodded, remembering a similar incident last night where a broken radio and some blood triggered memories you locked behind a vault. Thankfully, your screams weren’t loud enough to awake your baby that seemingly sleeps like a rock.

“Hey, don’t feel ashamed. You can’t control when these things happen. No one said it was going to be easy, but we can get through it. Together.”

“I’m sorry…” you sighed out, tears already beginning to form your eyes. “I wish I could just put it behind me. It’s probably not easier for you, but I can’t handle it.”

“No one can. What we both went through is something no one could handle. But, we made it. Of course, just because we made it doesn’t mean we made it in one piece. We’re still alive, but we weren’t living. That’s why we moved here, and had this kiddo. I’ll handle every incident, every panic, everything, if it means I get to embrace you for just one more day.”

You sighed, letting a few tears out. “Okay, pretty boy. Thank you. Oh, and you can have the ice cream.”

“No, you won. Fair and square, you can have it.”

“Oh, please you need it more than me.”

“Share it?”

“Share it.”

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fanfic #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil fanfiction

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altocat · 2 months

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Some of you guys have been sending asks about leaks. Here's the situation: I honestly don't think anything is officially out yet. Twitter and Kotaku have been suggesting that the ending got out, but apart from some extremely questionable 4chan posts that sound like trolling, there's been nothing. Maybe 1 or 2 questionable photos that have nothing to do with the overall story, or sour people bellyaching about how they don't like the Remake trilogy in general. Nothing substantial.

There were supposed "leaks" made last year by a certain user. But they provided no proof and were quickly deactivated later. Another leak from 2022 was a very obvious trollpost and has since been debunked. If current "leaks" were legit, we'd probably have a TLOU2 situation where they'd be everywhere without context. We're not at that stage yet. There's been nothing. It could certainly change on a dime, but I think it's still going to be a little while.

If you're worried about leaks, please mute mentions of Rebirth until the 29th. I will let you guys know if/when I find something legitimate in case you're curious and want to privately dm about them. But otherwise, be cautious and mindful. And don't spoil it for others! It shouldn't be much longer.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #ffvii rebirth #ff7 rebirth

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doom-nerdo-666 · 9 months

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(Source is a Dexerto article)

Normally i wouldn't comment on leak/rumor stuff because there's always a chance of it being fake and it's better to wait when something is confirmed but the idea of Doomguy ever being in Mortal Kombat is interesting.

He's an iconic character that somehow wasn't in a fighting game yet and both Doom and MK are iconic gaming franchises with roles in videogame violence.

(And i guess both series having digitized real stuff like actors/models being used for graphics or Midway)

I do hope that Doom's portrayal comes off as "series celeberation" in a way and not just based on Eternal.

That was fine in Fortnite because it's clear crossovers there are either promotions or for the sake of memes i guess.

And with Smash, most people had low expectations and accepted the Mii outfit (Which also had the 2016 pistol).

Though you look at how Smash fused both Snakes to represent MGS and a certain mod i don't shut up about and you'll kinda get why i bring this up.

It did made me think: If Doomguy was in a 2D fighting game before, would that serve as reference for a potential Smash moveset?

(Probably not)

Something kinda funny is how people said Eternal's gore was too cartoony/safe yet with the recent MK games, there's people saying they're too realistic/have too much focus and then there's stories of devs being forced to look at real gore for reference (Like with TLOU2).

I remember seeing someone say Doomguy could be an Xbox exclusive as MS' response to when MK 2011 had Kratos in the PS3.

That did reminded me of how Halo in fightning games was either the Arbiter in Killer Instinct or an original female character in Dead or Alive (SPARTAN-458).

(I guess Chief was in Brawlhalla now that i think about it)

(I do still think a Halo and Doom crossover should be an FPS)

I can also see some people not like the idea of Doomguy being "ripped and torned" by other characters because "he's supposed to be the strongest".

Even though 2016 had first person death animations, Eternal brought back the pain noises and you know, classic bloody face, pain sounds etc.

Why else do you think Duke Nukem called him a "Doomed" space marine?

I wonder what a trailer will be like: Imagine a basic sprite animation based off the older MK games where Scorpion's about to do a fatality on Sub-zero before a BFG9000 shows up and kills him instead and then it switches to modern graphics/designs so Scorpion faces up Doomguy.

#doom #id software #opinions #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #neatherrealm studios #doomguy #doomslayer

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dyke1 · 3 months

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this is too fucking funny this guy is just leaking everything about tlou2 cast this couldn't have been any worse for everyone involved

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gingerthesnap · 1 year

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to everyone who’s new to the last of us community bc of the show…

WELCOME!!!! We are so so so glad you’re here!!!! Whether you play the games or not, we’re thrilled to have you! Welcome to hell!!!!! Get ready to suffer with us!!!! get ready for way Gayer shit!!! Get ready for so much joy and sorrow and crazy awesome monsters and incredible characters and bonding and jokes and life-changingly gorgeous scenes. We all knew lots of people would find the Last of Us for the first time bc of this adaptation, and we’re beyond thrilled to have you here. I’m just so glad this story is being shared with new people, it means more to me than I can put into words, and I want everyone in the world to enjoy it!

if anyone wants information abt the games, extended content, the crazy hell the fanbase has been thru (i still have war flashbacks from the tlou2 leaks), content warnings (to the best of my ability, given that theyve been changing things), obscure lore, etc, pls message me! i wanna help as many ppl “come into the fold” as i possibly can.

note…the games are really fucking good. even if you dont normally play games, just try the first one on easy. there’s literally no shame in it. but oh my gosh you are welcome even if you dont pick up the games so dont even worry.

#tlou #the last of us #the last of us hbo #tlou hbo

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zombie-cowboy87 · 10 months

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the recent naughtydog leaks have been getting me HEATED about tlou2 haters like WHAT ARE YOU NOT UNDERSTANDING???

rant under the cut dear lord

if you get upset cry about it maybe??? idc

ok so the prologue to part 1 leaves joel broken and we can only assume he goes insane after sarahs death (in the show he even tried to k word himself) and in part 2 he is more comfortable and happy and YES OF COURSE HE IS GOING TO HAVE SOFTENED UP AFTER YEARS OF BEING IN A COMMUNITY WITH HIS FAMILY LIKE HOW DENSE ARE SOME PEOPLE????? and when he plays guitar for ellie he says (or promises?) that if he ever were to lose her hed surely lose himself. and that guitar gets passed on to ellie somewhat symbolizing the promise and ellie LITERALLY SINGS THE SAME THING!!!!!! and she does lose him and she does lose herself!!!! like she killed half of seattle for joel, and she knows that he wouldnt want her to do it, and that he would want her to be safe BUT she does it anyways BECAUSE SHE LOST HERSELF!!!!!! THE REASON SHE DIDNT KILL ABBY WAS FOR JOEL!!!!! she knew that she had absolutely lost her mind and joel would have hated it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the last of us starts with a broken joel, and ends in a broken ellie.

#i NEEEEEEED tlou3 right now or im about to kill half of seattle #that was a joke i swear #tlou #the last of us #tlou2 #the last of us part 2 #the last of us part II #naughtydog

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fungal-cat · 1 year

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Yeah the tlou fandom can get kinda crazy bcs on one side you have the girls, the gays and the theys and on the other side you have the toxic gamers lol, remember when tlou 2 came out and people were bodyshaming Abby and criticising the fact that Ellie's a lesbian.

And also the people questioning Bella are getting on my nerves because the show isn't even out yet?? Also from the trailer alone I can tell she's gonna be an amazing Ellie, she's just got that vibe yk?

Yes!! I am losing my mind everytime I look in tag to find fanart or gifs 😭

What I remember for tlou2 was the leak about there being a trans character (Lev <333) and people immediately thought it was Abby bc she had muscles (😭??) and there was just so much transphobia/homophobia running rampant which was horrid because around that time was when I was discovering myself and stuff.

And like, I'm the biggest Bella supporter!! She was great in GoT! And the trailers have just further proven to me that they're perfect for the role, she has Ellie's personality which is what matters the most!

#literally just blocked someone who hasn't even played the game and was calling Neil homophobic bc Ellie went through shit??#like just because the world ended people aren’t going to stop being ignorant and hateful. so the guy calling her a slur made sense?#idk im ranting. srry. but im pissed #ask #tkn ask

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worldend · 1 year

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i saw an article abt tlou3 becuz of the development leaks and stuff from yesterday saying that the game should 'move away from ellie' and like i understand and all. but shes literally the only protag that is alive and the ending of tlou2 doesnt make it clear whats gonna happen to her. so

#well theres abby. but i feel like if they focus the game on her and lev ppl are gonna be rly mad #also i just wish to see ellie and dina together again. with the baby and all they were rly sweet in those scenes..

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lakemichigans · 2 years

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to this day i'm still grateful of the fact that i was given false spoilers before i played tlou2 so everything was still a surprise to me. i can't believe how badly those leaks damaged the reception of this game, it really makes me sick as a writer myself to imagine all my hard work going down the drain like that and being review bombed right out of the gate. and i always wonder how differently the game would be talked about now if everyone had gone in totally blind and given it a real chance before formulating their opinions. tlou2 utilized some seriously unique twists and storytelling methods that only have an emotional impact if you have no idea what's coming next, and i'm still angry that was taken away from so many players

#this is not your opportunity to tell me you hate tlou2. i dont care i won't engage

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levmada · 3 months

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Since you also love the last of us (wow we love taste) were you a newer fan that played tlou1 and 2 back to back or did you play tlou1 around the time it came out, waited like 7 years just to have **spoilers** a beloved character die within one hour of the game in such a brutal way. Ill admit i was PISSED and so sad like i never cried that much over a character but then i simmered down and realized that ellie was always the center of the story not joel. And absolutely love how complicated and how it tested us and catapulted these discussions like whos in the right? Is anyone right? There’s no heros or villains it’s just people in awful and hostile environments who are used to resorting or seeing extreme violence in order to survive or to even cope.

OMGGGGGG u have no idea. joel was actually my surrogate father figure hahaha

the first game i got for ps3 was gta5, followed by the last of us. i have a CORE memory of playing the building level (after leaving the boston QZ) for the first time on the lightest difficulty shaking like crazy bc runners were so scary😭😭 (i was like 11 okay). and yeah this was 2013 when it came out

favorite game i’ve ever played. i was MYSTIFIED. my daddy issues?? cured whenever joel showed up on screen!! the scene after the david fight where joel calls ellie babygirl is an instant tearjerker for me TO THIS DAY

tlou1 is still my favorite game of all time. it’s the best. when i heard about the second one coming out (this was 2020 i think…?) i was excited but scared. this was also around the time aot season 4 was announced, and i was scared about that too bc😭😭what if the new content isn’t as good or ruins things. i tried to keep my expectations low

i think a week before it dropped, there were the leaks about joel dying. and whenever i get spoiled for anything i just gaslight myself into believing i was misremembering a joke, or it was proven to be a troll💀

brooo this is a core memory too. i was sitting on the edge of my bed playing in the dark like a foot in front of my tv and was crying just at the beginning sequence with joel singing to ellie. (happy crying)

the death scene was traumatizing and shocking at first more than anything and yeah i felt soooo betrayed😭😭but i was like ‘okay this is a rly ballsy move. JOEL? one of the most iconic characters in gaming atp? the game has to be exceptional’

ugh i can’t remember my opinions from back then. but it was easy to get on the hate train that was IN FULL FORCE back then. i remember it was so fucking sad to see the reception. ppl were saying the 10/10 reviews were paid off, laura bailey who played abby getting just BULLIED off social media with death threats. horrible times

god you’re so right. you know it’s extremely similar to aot in several ways, with tlou telling a story that holds no punches and completely reflects the complexities of actual real people, what morals are objective and subjective, how far can you take revenge before it destroys you, stuff like that. a story expertly told and a game expertly designed, also.

i’m so worked up rn lol oh god i could write an essay about the themes of tlou.

i love the last of us 2 these days lol. ofc there’s what everyone agrees with - it’s a technical marvel, the graphics are unbeatable, voice acting, sfx, the accessibility options established what should be an industry standard (i’ve seen reviews from blind gamers who enjoyed tlou2).

i love the story. it’s SO much more than ‘revenge bad’. I ARGUE that the first game was about JOEL’S revenge on humanity for taking away his only daughter, but.. i’m getting sidetracked.

it’s not perfect. some things should’ve been more deeply established or scenes reordered. that is to say it’s not tlou 1, but it’s pretty damn close to perfect for me haha!!

a highlight that’s on my mind right now is how the game is protected in a way by its politics. dina being jewish and openly bisexual, LEV A TRANS BOY AND HOW THAT WAS HANDLED BY THE GAME OH MY GOD LOML, ellie a lesbian, the gay flag and crosswalk in seattle, stuff like that. the edgy right wingers just hate the game on principle, and it being very very dear to my heart feels nice lol. ie, the way 4channers fixated on the rattler guy to hit lev in the garage door near the end.

#u have gotten me started dudeeee i love this game hahaha #tlou #kane has mail #opinion #tlou 2

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