you guys know how whenever youre on discord and you search tommyinnit in the gifs section how theres this fucking gif:
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its honestly so fucking funny to me that out of all of ranboo’s branding related to his DSMP character, the only other thing besides himself to get merch was Enderchest how many boobers today would even know who Enderchest is if you asked them
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Leaving Tonight.
Pairing - Ellie Williams x Fem!reader
a.n - hey everyone :))..I’ve really been trying to write what makes me comfortable enough to put on my blog, as well as trying not to worry if it’ll get thousands of notes. I’m just all about the vibes of my fics now..this doesn’t mean I’ll stop writing smut however, it’ll just be less frequent or have a buildup beforehand. So if you like that, don’t worry..this has been sitting in my drafts since last year and technically isn't finished but i also feel like ending it on the note it does is..evil, so it's perfect. Enjoy. <3
Warnings - Provocative language, Ellie self sabotages, potential tlou II spoilers, mentions (?) of a canon character death, mentions (?) of grief, depression, the whole nine yards, copy and pasted from the game, no comfort because I’m a monster!
It’s like a bunch of broken picture frames but,
The smell of pumpkin spice filled the air of you and Ellie’s shared home. You both had the perfect life. Running away from your small town to live together. As one..
In another reality.
But this one, no..that was nearly impossible considering the circumstances.
The photo still remains the same.
Considering Ellie had watched someone so close to her take their last breath. At the hands of a woman she still didn’t know. At the hands of a woman she was infatuated with in every worst way possible.
And you were just standing in the way.
You tried to pretend like everything was okay. To take Ellie’s mind off of the horrors she’d been exposed to. But it was just..impossible. You knew she couldn’t forget something like that. Let alone be a happy girl. And she would never put that front on just to comfort you.
Even if she loves you.
It’s haunting me, making it harder to breathe..
The air was off. your girlfriend..was off. you could feel it the second you woke up from your nap. but how? why? why could you sense it? why was that feeling here?
you shook from the cold as the light illuminating from the only light in you and Ellie's shared room wavered, flickered from the open window. little drops of your tears of oxalate, the rain, soaking the chipped paint of your window sill. The door was open, and you called out to Ellie, wondering what she could be doing up at this hour.
I’m leavin’ tonight..
“Ellie..” you stood feet away from her, hearing rustling from her bag. The same bag she carried all of your shared memories to this house with. The same bag she’d leave this house with.
And you knew..god, you knew. You felt like you were treading on ice, making sure not to fuck up your words or else she’d been gone just like that.
Your body was warm..coldness and heat fighting within your skin. You were scared. But, frustrated.
“I have to finish it.”
She has to finish it. She has to avenge Joel no matter what.
No matter what.
I swear to God the voices wouldn't shut up.
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I got inspiration from the drawing Kenna Jean did of Alberto in a black jacket.
Alberto as a greaser. 😱
I know it takes place in the 50s, but I'm not sure if it was a thing in Italian culture ? Anways, if Alberto saw a greaser, he would immediately think it's cool and try to dress like one. Luca would then think it's cool too, so Alberto helps him with making a outfit. So heres them as older teens, dressed like greasers 😎
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