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Tides of Desire
Ongoing: TLOU no outbreak AU. Joel Miller is a luxury yacht captain running charters in the Caribbean. You join the crew as a deckhand and unexpectedly complicate Joel's peaceful existence. Basically the TLOU bunch on a Below Deck yacht.
Chapter One - A Prelude to the Open Sea
Chapter Two - The Adventure Begins
Chapter Three - The Cut of One's Jib
Chapter Four - Cut and Run
Chapter Five - Red Sky in Morning
Chapter Six - Edging Forward
Chapter Seven - From Stem to Stern
Chapter Eight - As the Crow Flies
Chapter Nine - Close Quarters
Chapter Ten - On Your Beam Ends
Chapter Eleven - All at Sea
Chapter Twelve - Turn the Corner
Epilogue - Coming soon
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Fall Into Me
dbf!Joel x f!reader, ongoing
Summary: Joel is hanging on by a thread as a single father to a tenacious 10-year-old Sarah. Feeling like he's drowning, like the world is about to spit him out, he needs some help before he breaks in half. At your dad's insistence, you show up in his life and change everything.
Story is inspired by the song Fall Into Me by Forest Blakk. Chapter titles will be lyrics from the song.
Chapter One: The Day That I Met You
Chapter Two: It All Turned Around
Chapter Three: No Mirror for Monsters
Chapter Four: Until I had met you there was no sun in my sky
Chapter Five: My whole world came alive
Chapter Six: And I knew my heart wasn't mine
Chapter Seven: I'll Catch You Darlin'
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Lost Cause
Summary: Joel thinks you shouldnât waste your time on him. You disagree. Oneshot.
Warnings: Explicit MDNI; Jackson-era Joel; canon-ish but also not; drinking; mentions of cigarettes, drugs, dark thoughts, and death; unprotected p in v; oral (m and f receiving); interesting use of red wine; unspecified age gap; despair and hope.
Inspired by the song Save Me by Jelly Roll. Some of the lyrics have been woven into the story.
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daddy next door | masterlist
daddy dom!joel miller x f!reader
summary: itâs summer in texas, and when the dashing joel miller moves in next door, your less than favorable life gets completely turned around.
general warnings/tags: MDNI. 18+. foul language. alcohol consumption. no-outbreak!joel. neighbor!joel. non-canon joel. sarah exists. slow-ish burn. daddy kink. dom/sub dynamics. soft!dom joel. dd/lg dynamics (no infantilization of reader). submissive reader. sub space. implied heavy age gap (reader is in her 20s, joel is in his 50s). heavy smut. pet names. size kink. somewhat corruption/innocence kink (all consensual). domestic abuse & alcoholism (readers father). sexual harassment (not joel). major daddy issues. depictions of anxiety. moodboard for aesthetics only. see respective chapters for additional warnings.
ONE | welcome to the neighborhood
TWO | summer lovinâ
⧠drabble | darling, hold out your hand (joelâs pov)
THREE | trust fall ⧠chapter moodboard
FOUR | iâll keep you safe (in progress)
FIVE |
*total number of chapters undetermined*
EXTRAS â
daddy!joel inspo pics
series inspiration tag
adorable edit by @gasolinerainbowpuddles
playlist
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three facts about me!
i looove this, kate!! @burntheedges answering on this account, hope thatâs okay <3
i did theatre, choir, and show choir for yeeears all throughout school
one of favorite things to do is make spotify playlists
i graduate with a bachelors in psychology in may đ
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this is not a safe space for people that plagiarize and gaslight!! i repeat, my account is not a safe space for you!!
there are so many incredible writers in this community that dedicate their time to writing some of the most amazing fics iâve read. for someone to think that they can pass that off as their own and then get defensive and mean about it because they got caught?? going so far as to belittle the work that they blatantly copied?? i donât think so
@penvisions you are so so talented, iâm so sorry this is happening. garnish is such an amazing story and itâs very much YOURS
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@kiwiispunk has ZERO shame and just posted another chapter of a PLAGARIZED story. i canât even believe it.
and whatâs worse is youâre seriously hurting one of the nicest people, who tried to talk things out with you so kindly when you didnât deserve it. youâre awful.
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dev is....shocked
okay, so i never thought i'd find myself in this situation. but well, here we are. someone was kind enough to bring it to my attention:
a (newer?) user who goes by @kiwiispunk has basically copy and pasted {garnish} and posted it as her own.
she's changed it from joel to frankie, but the premise and scenes are identical. i tried to approach her about it but she was rather defensive and rude. even going so far as to turn the tables onto me being the one who copied her. here are a few screenshots i took of the interaction:
i took a look at the fic she's passing off as hers called chiffonade. and yeah, it's identical to the original writing i gruelled over for days and weeks to get just right. i reported her but i'm not sure what else to do, honestly.
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@swiftiscruff friendship exchange đ
the only bond greater than friendship and community is the bond between our favorite middle aged man and his two lakers shirts đ
even though iâll be tagging a few people at the end of this post, truth be told, this is for everybody. so, if we are in each others space and you see this, this is for you too! i appreciate anyone who i have ever had the pleasure of interacting with on this platform. whether we talk often or maybe only once in a while, whether i see you in my notifs all the time or just here and there, whether itâs been nothing but smooth sailing or maybe thereâs been bumps in the road, i am grateful for all the people i have met, truly!
@mylostloversbookmarks @cutesyscreenname @mrsmando @ilovepedro @honeyedmiller @ozarkthedog @morning-star-joy @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @penvisions @wethairjoel @pedroscurls @beardedjoel @joelsdagger @joelsflannel @pedgito @joelsgreenflannel @janaispunk @endlessthxxghts @thelightsandtheroses @goodwithcheese @fuckyeahdindjarin @tightjeansjavi @sugarcoated-lame @syd-djarin @pr0ximamidnight @missredherring @msjarvis @gnpwdrnwhiskey @nostalxgic @mermaidgirl30 @ezrasbirdie @strang3lov3 @princessanglophile @maggiemayhemnj @burntheedges @amanitacowboy @sawymredfox @cosm1c-babe and thereâs so, so many more. i am very fortunate to know so many lovelies who have shown me love, support, and kindness over the last year, even during low points, and for that, i am forever grateful!
iâm so fortunate to be part of a community that shares so much love. thank you to @swiftispunk and @joelscruff for organizing something so incredible. đ
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the brightest of bright spots on tumblr dot gov actually
for the @swiftiscruff friendship exchange!
here's a moodboard of some of my all time favorite pedro pics - ones that consistently make me laugh, smile, or get h0rny for that old man for you all to enjoy the man that brought us all together!
itâs coming up on around a year when i started getting into fic writing and then finding my way back to tumblr, and sometimes i still canât believe just how much fun we are all having together over one goofy guy and all his characters! i never would have thought watching an adaptation of my favorite video game last year would have brought me here to so many wonderful people with kind hearts and insane talent!
i have a hard time initiating contact especially in fandom where people sometimes seem to already be doing their thing and you feel like youâve just arrived, BUT you guys! you all have made me feel so welcome - to everyone who ever reached out to me first bc i was too shy, commented, messaged, ANYTHING i just love and appreciate you so much. not to mention the sense of humor in this community is justâŠ. so. good.
idk if itâs corny to out myself like this but this is such a huge part of my life. i think about my fics so often, i smile at my phone at work when i see a new comment or dm that just brightens my whole day, i look forward to my interactions with you all. and itâs just been such a blast sharing this space with everyone.
i wish i had time to make something for every friend and fic i've loved but life is life-ing and so busy rn - just know i love all of y'all.
hereâs to all our friendships, making new ones, and strengthening the ones we have â€ïž thank you han and cat for setting up something so sweet and thoughtful!
tagging some amazing moots and people i'm a big fan of!
@swiftispunk @joelscruff @huffle-punk @jupiter-soups @burntheedges @janaispunk @beskarandblasters @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @dancingtotuyo @wannab-urs @tightjeansjavi @pastelnap @joelsgreys @covetyou @chronically-ghosted @sawymredfox @ilovepedro @joelsgreenflannel @whxtedreams @gasolinerainbowpuddles @pr0ximamidnight @justagalwhowrites @noxturnalpascal @joelsflannel @punkette1026 @toxicanonymity @honeyedmiller @mermaidgirl30 @ezrasbirdie-main @wintrwinchestr @mrsmando @5oh5 @kiwisbell @joelscurls @atticrissfinch @cavillscurls @perotovar @futuraa-free
and so SOOO many more people!!! if you've ever interacted with me in any way or i've read something of yours i've loved etc - I LOVE YOU!
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oh my god i love this so much đđ
Make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it
in honor of @swiftiscruff friendship exchange, a pedro themed moodboard because where would we all be if it wasnât for this beautiful soul?
although i have only joined this fandom a few months ago, it has been such a joy sharing this corner of the internet with all of you! i probably wonât have the time to make an individual post for every single person i have had the chance to interact with so consider this my love letter to you!
to all the content creators in the fandom: thank you for sharing your love, your energy, your talent with us. you are so loved, so appreciated. this fandom would be nothing with you <3
to all of you, mutuals or simple post-liker: thank you, thank you, thank you. for everything. for allowing me to share my love for pedro and the various stories shared with us by our beloved fanfic writers. for making me smile, laugh, cry. for making a tiny space for me in your beautiful community. i love you. so much. <3
and a special thank you to some of the people i have had the chance to interact with in the past few months. thank you for dealing with my weird ass <3
@reddedmiller @undercoverpena @undrthelights @swiftispunk @mrsmando @rizzraa @sugarcoated-lame @joelsgreys @joelsflannel @5oh5 @janaispunk @aurelialuna @morning-star-joy @itsokbbygrl @chronically-ghosted @beardedjoel @freelancearsonist @thetriumphantpanda @wannab-urs @joelscurls @strang3lov3 @tightjeansjavi @nostalxgic @ilovepedro @kedsandtubesocks @joelslegalwhre @always-andromeda @userparamore @burntheedges @javierpena-inatacvest @littlegrungegirlaf @javierpenaispunk @amanitacowboy @sweetercalypso @macfrog @cowgurrrl @sin-djarin @beskarandblasters @penvisions @joelscruff @perotovar @futureman @ezrasbirdie @secretelephanttattoo @saradika @sawymredfox @syd-djarin
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yeah i need him
more hearts than mine
Frankie Morales x Female Reader
summary: Frankie promises you heâs not going anywhere.
warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. no physical description of reader, no mention of her age, reader has both of her parents, reader has a little sister (15 and unnamed), reader has a close relationship with her family (cannot say i am writing this from experience oop), reader is from a small, unnamed town somewhere in the midwest (state not specified), established relationship, mention of ex-boyfriend, mentions of alcohol consumption, reassurance, fluff, smutty themes towards the end but no smut.
word count: 2k
a/n: this was not planned and very spur of the moment. i think i needed a palette cleanse from writing so much joel. itâs my first time writing for frankie but i like the way it turned out. <3 i itâs 3 am, i wrote this in an hour and it is not proofread, so please excuse any errors. this is based on a song called more hearts than mine by ingrid andress.
âItâs late,â you worry. âWhere could they be?â
Amused, your mother watches you anxiously pace back and forth in front of the dining room table. âMy darling, can you please relax? They probably hit some traffic on their way back home from the lake. I bet you anything those two will be walking through the front door any second now,â she assures you. At that precise moment, her cell phone vibrates on the table, the loud buzzing noise garnering her attention. She picks it up and raises her eyebrows in complete surprise. âOh. Or maybe not. Your father just texted me and said theyâre stopping for a couple of drinks at the bar. He says not to wait up for them.â
Halting mid pace, you whirl around and stare at her.Â
âYouâre kidding?â
âNope.â She shows you the text. âSee?â
âJesus,â you mutter. Shaking your head, you drop down into the chair across from hers.
âThatâs a pretty good sign. Donât you think so, honey?â
It is because your father taking your boyfriend out on a fishing trip and then taking him to his favorite bar for drinks afterwards means that their time alone together has gone well. But, even though your father had clearly taken a liking to him, he wonât ever show it. Sure, heâll buy him dinner and heâll buy him drinks, heâll check his tires and take a look underneath the hood of his pickup truck to make sure everything looks good, but heâll do it with a scowl on his face and a standoffish attitude.
âHe hates me, baby. Your old man hates me,â Frankie declared after his first dinner with your family. You had both arrived in your hometown that same evening after a gruelling, sixteen hour drive to the midwest. Despite being exhausted from the trip, heâd put his best foot forward for themâheâd charmed your mother and your little sister, had them both wrapped around his finger by the time dessert had been served. But your father, oh he had been much harder for him to win over. âHe barely said two words to me all night.â
âMy dad doesnât hate you,â you swore to him, rubbing a soft, soothing circle into his broad back. âDo you want to know how I know that?â
âHow?â
âBecause he poured you a drink.â
Heâd snorted. âWhat, and that means he likes me?â
âLetâs not get too ahead of ourselves,â you joked with a giggle. âItâs still too early to tell if he likes you. But one thing is for sure, he doesnât hate you. He doesnât break out a bottle of whiskey for someone he hates, Frankie.â
Sighing, you lift your legs, pulling your knees up to your chest.
Poor Frankie. Heâs probably spent the better part of the whole day just trying to figure him out.
âI like him,â your mother says after a minute. âI like him a lot.â
âWhat a coincidence,â you grin. âI like him a lot too.â
She laughs. âIâm serious! Heâs incredible, darling. He is so handsome. Heâs sweet. Seems like heâs got a really good head on his shouldersââ
âAre we talking about Francisco?â Your sister walks into the dining room with can of Dr. Pepper in one hand and her cell phone in the other.
âAs a matter of fact, we are.â Your mother smiles. âIsnât he great?â
âHeâs kinda perfect, actually.â She takes a casual sip of her soda and raises an eyebrow at you. âI have to admit though, Iâm afraid to get attached to Frankie. You know, after what happened with Jakeââ
You wince at the mention of your ex-boyfriendâs name.
Your mother hisses her name, angrily.
âIâm just saying! When he broke up with you, itâs like he broke up with all of us. It sucked.â She shrugs, adding, âI mean, even dad was sad about it for months. Wasnât he, mom?â
âDonât you have a paper to write?â Your mother glares at her.
Your sister starts towards the staircase, but stops and glances over her shoulder. âI like Frankie,â she tells you, smiling wryly. âAnd I really hope he sticks around.â With that, she disappears upstairs.
Sighing heavily, your mom turns to you. âDonât listen to her. Sheâs only fifteen, she doesnât know any better. She doesnât understand what happenedââ
Pushing away from the table, you stand up.Â
âIâm going to take a walk,â you murmur. âI need some fresh air.â
âHermosa?â
You stir at the sound of Frankieâs voice.
âBaby. Hey. Wake up.â
âMm?â you mumble sleepily. âFrankie, what areâow!â
You groan when he switches on the lamp on the beside table. Rolling over, you bury your face into your pillow.
âSorry,â he apologizes, chuckling softly. The twin sized mattress squeaks, dipping as he somehow squeezes himself beside you on your childhood bed. Heâs staying in the guest room down the hallwayâyou parents, who were incredibly old school, had insisted the two of you sleep in separate bedrooms during your stay. Draping his arm around you, he leans down and nuzzles into the side of your face. Even with your nose buried in your pillow, you pick up the scent of sunscreen mingled with beer. âJust wanted to tell you Iâm back home.â
Lifting your head, you blink furiously until your blurred vision stabilizes.
âWhatâwhat time is it?â
âEleven.â Frankieâs cheeks and nose are red, sunburned from having been out on your dadâs boat all afternoon. Youâre willing to bet heâd forgotten to put the sunscreen on his face. Even though youâd warned him a hundred times not to forget.
âWhat?â You sit up, prompting him to do the same. âItâs eleven and you only now just got back?â
âYour old man took me to Gordonâs,â Frankie explains, referring to one of the only few bars your small town had to offer. It was the place where you would meet with your old high school friends to catch up with each other whenever you were home visiting. At some point this week, you would be sitting in a booth at that old bar with them, introducing Frankie, and squirming when they began to tell him embarrassing stories of all those crazy nights from your senior year. âWe went in with plans to have a couple beers before coming home, but then we ran into some of his buddies there. He introduced me, they bought us more drinks, and we played a game of pool. Your dad whooped my ass, of course.â
âHow did fishing go?â
âGreat. Yâknow, once he stopped looking at me like he wanted to throw me overboard.â
You let out an amused huff. âHe would never.â
âI donât know. That man is pretty hard to read.â Frankie reaches for your hand, lacing your fingers together. âOne minute weâd be talking, shooting the shit while we waited for the fish to bite, and the next he would look at me like he was seriously thinking about pushing me off his boat and into the water.â He squeezes your hand, a deep laugh rumbling through his chest. âI spent all goddamn day with him and I still canât tell if he likes me yet or not.â
Lifting his hand, you press a tender kiss to the back of it, a sweet token of affection.
âHe likes you, Frankie,â you murmur against his skin. âI know it. My whole family likes you. Except my momââ
He stiffens. âWhat?â
âShe loves you.â
Frankie turns to you. Despite your smile, he can see the hint of concern in your eyes. âBaby, whatâs the matter?â
You hesitate.
After what your sister had said earlier that evening, you couldnât help but wonder if youâd made a mistake and brought him home too soon. You and Frankie had been together for about six months now, and besides having a drawer of your things at his place for when you stayed overnight, you two hadnât really sat down to talk about what the next step in your relationship would beâyou and Frankie hadnât discussed the possibility of a future together. Truth be told, you had never felt the need to question him about where this was heading. Youâd been perfectly content in allowing things to unfold between you without putting any kind of pressure on yourself, or on him. At least, up until now, you had been content.
Youâd been silly to think bringing Frankie home to meet your family wouldnât be all that big of a deal, that it wouldnât make you consider what came next. But you had forgotten how easily your mother falls in love, how quickly your little sister can form an attachment, and how your father, despite being rough around the edges, feels every heartache you go through as if itâs his own.
You think back to when your previous relationship went down in flames, you remember the helpless look on your fatherâs face whenever he would see you crying. âI never liked him,â heâd said, pouring himself a glass of whiskey over ice. But that had been a lie. Heâd seen him as the son he never had. He lost something, too. Your whole family had to heal from that loss along with you.
Part of you is afraid that it could happen again.
âAmor?â
Frankieâs voice snaps you out of your thoughts.
âWhat is it? Whatâs wrong?â
You glance down at your hand in his. âFrankie, the last thing I want to do is scare you off,â you start to say, a nervous edge to your tone. âOr put any kind of pressure on you to give me anything more than what you have already given me. But now that youâve met my family, I canât help but worry a little bit.â
He frowns. âWhat are you worried about?â
Sighing, you confess, âMy last relationshipâit didnât end very well, Frankie. My family loved him, adored him the way I can see theyâre already starting to adore you. When he broke up with me, he broke more hearts than just mine.â You force yourself to look up, and meet his gaze with a wistful smile. âI guess thereâs a part of me thatâs scared itâll happen again.â
Frankieâs dark brown eyes soften. âOh baby, thereâs no need to be scared. Thatâs never gonna happen.â
âHow can you be so sure itâll never happen?â
âEasy, because I love you. And I know you love me.â He reaches over with his free hand and he cups the side of your face, his thumb grazing over the soft skin of your cheekbone. âIâm in this for the long haul. I wouldnât have driven sixteen hours across the country with you to come meet your family if I wasnât. Iâm serious about youâIâm serious about us, baby.â
Frankie leans in, gently pressing his mouth to yours in a chaste, but sweet kiss.
âDo you wanna know what I see when I look at you?â he mumbles against your lips.
âWhat do you see?â
âMi futuro,â he tells you. âI see my future.â
Warmth blossoms in your chest. âYou do?â
âI do. Believe me, Iâm not going anywhere. Youâre stuck with me, and so is your family,â Frankie grins. âYour dad is gonna have plenty of opportunities to contemplate throwing me off his boat and into the lake.â
You giggle as he kisses you again before trailing his lips down to your neck. âFrankie,â you say his name warningly as he pushes you onto your back. âWhat are you doing?â
âNothing,â he says innocently, positioning himself on top of you. He plants his hands on either side of your head and dips his head, nipping lightly at the tender flesh over your pulse point. âHow thin are these walls?â
âFrancisco Morales, no, you are not fucking me in my parentâs house, not in my childhood bedroomââ
His bulge brushes against your thigh and you gasp.
âGuess Iâll head back to the guest room, then,â Frankie murmurs, feathering one last kiss onto your neck.
He starts to climb off of you and your hands shoot out, curling around fistfuls of his shirt to stop him.
âI can be quiet,â you whisper, biting your bottom lip. You take one of his hands and guide it underneath the hem of the oversized t-shirt youâre wearing to the apex of your thighs. âCan you?â
âHermosa,â Frankie groans, running a finger along the damp cotton of your panties. He slips it beneath the fabric, his blood rushing south when he meets your slick folds. âGod, I fucking hope so, or else Iâll actually end up at the bottom of that fucking lake.â
divider credit to @saradika đ€
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come back home now, please.
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Bittersweet
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status: ongoing
pairing: joel miller x f!reader
summary: your life is full of 'must'. You live with your overprotective mother who controls every aspect of your life. You have a dream, to write romance novels, but love - real love - you haven't found yet. Your mother has even decided what you must do in your free time: play music. One day, however, when you go to your music teacher's house, you will have an unexpected encounter and from that day on things changeâŠ
rating: 18+ explicit (minors, DNI)
warnings (for the entire fic): no outbreak, use of 'you', age difference (reader is late 20s, joel is late 40s), slow burn, angst, fluff, smut, inexperienced/virgin reader, loss of virginity, use of pet names, dirty talk, masturbation, unprotected PiV, creampies, comeplay, oral (both f and m recieving), exhibitionism, size kink, mentions of a car accident, mentions of murder, mentions to religion. If I miss smt please tell me.
Thanks @vase-of-lilies for the banner
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
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I think you made actually an excellent point about jealousy. The tropes you named as examples are not popular exclusive to fanfiction about Joel Miller. In the world of written smut, fanfiction or otherwise, those have always been some of the most popular tropes that people (typically females), are drawn too. They are safe places for us to explore fantasies of scenarios that are typically not healthy in real life. So we get to explore the exhilarating aspects of it without suffering much of real life consequences.
But in their minds, because they are not into it, the prevalence of fics with those tropes makes it feel like its everywhere. But really, it isn't. Many of those people are Joel writers themselves who in their circle of mutuals all publish many fics that explore other ideas. They are as common to be found as the fics they complain about.
But because they dont like it, they have decided seeing it as often as not means its too popular. Its "everywhere". They want more fics not like that but fail to recognize that there are. Theres tons that dont come anywhere close to those subjects. But because they cannot let go that they are not into a popular smut trope, they justify that stance by looking down on it.
They morally grandstand about it as if it isn't just fun fantasy smut about a character people like. Because they need to feel morally superior about not liking the popular thing. So they gatekeep the character being written about saying those who write it don't understand his character. When in reality those fics are no more out of character then their own fics. But because they don't write those tropes they get to say they understand Joel Miller better than others do.
They want their personal interests to be as popular, and when they aren't, they morally grandstand about the opposing popular tropes to make their own interests look like the better quality work.
They cannot just dislike it. They have to be morally superior about disliking it to the point their behavior has driven so many people from the fandom away because suddenly peoples own ideas are being told are unwelcome.
Its not just don't like, don't read. They have to be the morally superior ones BECAUSE they don't like it.
When in reality, down here we're just a bunch of degenerates having way more fun then they are, because we don't care what other people don't like.
We have fun, and they want us to only have fun if it is im their preconceived acceptable standards.
It aint that deep, were writing about getting plowed by a fictional character not running for president.
anon with all the respect in the world
i think iâm in love with you?
there is no way i could have even thought about trying to put it better than you did. all of the things that i personally have felt regarding discourse when it comes to certain tropes, you have laid it out for me PERFECTLY. there is literally nothing for me to add because you SAID IT ALL.
and whatâs so disheartening is that some writers take certain comments to heart and it makes them second guess themselves. i know i used to. in the past, iâve seen talk about age gap fics and people would say âjoel miller would never and thatâs so out of characterâ and that came from writers that i myself admired, so that kind of stung a little bit. and it got to the point where i had to unfollow some blogs whose content i enjoyed because they continued to make posts about the same thing, essentially looking their nose down at authors who wrote tropes they donât like, agree with or find acceptable. i think a good chunk of us degenerates no longer care, but still. shaming is just not cool.
like you said, weâre writing about getting plowed by a fictional character. FICTIONAL. that is who people are trying to gatekeep. thatâs who theyâre trying to place in some imaginary box. itâs so silly.
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this is just a reminder to treat people on the internet with kindness and respect because behind every fic, every post, every blog, is a real living and breathing human being with feelings and lived experience that may not match your own. itâs easy to say things on here and feel like there are no consequences for your words, but I beg you to remember that your words do hurt, even when all you do is type them out.
if something isnât for you, please just scroll by. you are not the tumblr police.
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Fear of God : Masterlist
Artwork is The Goldfinch by Carel Fabritius
Pairing: Joel Miller x OFC
Summary: What was monstrousness? What was it, but a certainty that there existed within you multitudes of desires, needs, guilts, impulses â humanity? At the end of the world, when the dust has finally settled, Joel grapples with what it is to take hold of your own monstrosity â your own humanity â and live with it. And what it is to bear that truth in the palm of your hand held towards the person you love, offer it to them, and have it be accepted for what it was. Courage, above all else, it is courage that is necessary to go on.
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Big bad Joel Miller falls in love and doesn't know how to deal with it.
Rating: Explicit 18+
Content: Age gap, smut, angst, grief, PTSD, canon typical violence, discussions of medical procedures/illness, emotional unavailability, pregnancy
Word Count: 55K
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Chapter I: I dreamt that time had ended
Chapter II: Although a monster [Joel] could be charming in company
Chapter III: Your bitter heart, heals my heart
Chapter IV: Mouth full of blood
Chapter V: Love humiliates you
Chapter VI: The indignity of suffering
Chapter VII: For: Before
Chapter VIII: The Fisher King
Chapter IX: What should we believe in next?
Epilogue: Birdie
Birdie's House: Extras
Did the loneliness die that night?
Summary: Birdie and Joelâs first time.
I am a lantern
Summary: Birdie realizes sheâs pregnant.
Joel
Summary: Writing exercise, not part of canon story line - Joel passes away.
My Whole Life
Summary: The family celebrates Joelâs birthday.
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đ¶ FoG Companion Playlists:
- Apple Music
- Spotify
(This is not only a compilation of songs that reminded me of the story, but also songs I listened to over and over again during my writing process)
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