Today's Document
oozey mess
we're not kids anymore.
#extradirty
Love Begins
Cosimo Galluzzi
JVL
if i look back, i am lost
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occasionally subtle
izzy's playlists!
pixel skylines
Not today Justin
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Three Goblin Art
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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ojovivo
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@endurvor
gonna archive this blog and start back up with a shiny new url and aesthetic :^) if you still wanna stay mutuals when i make the move, like this post!
find ellie at @tolast!!!
one important change in my portrayal is ellie is non-binary and goes by they/them!
gonna archive this blog and start back up with a shiny new url and aesthetic :^) if you still wanna stay mutuals when i make the move, like this post!
gonna archive this blog and start back up with a shiny new url and aesthetic :^) if you still wanna stay mutuals when i make the move, like this post!
THE LAST OF US ➨ Ellie Williams
last of us part II sentence starters
❝ i brought you some dinner. ❞ ❝ about what we spoke about earlier…i’ll take it to the grave if i have to. ❞ ❝ promise me that you won’t laugh. ❞ ❝ i just ran in there, grabbed his gun and…shot the guy in the face. ❞ ❝ how old were you when you first killed someone? ❞ ❝ i can’t let you leave. ❞ ❝ i’m just supposed to stay here and wait, for god knows how fucking long, just thinking you’re fucking dead the entire time? ❞ ❝ can’t believe you’re on your feet already. ❞ ❝ what are you still doing up? ❞ ❝ they’re wrong, you know. you’re a good person. ❞ ❝ they may fall for your act, but i don’t. ❞ ❝ may your survival be long and your death swift. ❞ ❝ did you hear what they called me? do you want to ask me about it? ❞ ❝ you don’t have to have lots of guns and people. ❞ ❝ they’re all looking for you. what did you do? ❞ ❝ i haven’t always done the right thing. ❞ ❝ we’re allowed to be happy. ❞ ❝ when you’re lost in the darkness…look for the light. ❞ ❝ i’m not going to fight you. ❞ ❝ hey, can you stop stealing my stuff? ❞ ❝ can we take a minute and be impressed by me? ❞ ❝ you’re a piece of shit. you always have been. ❞ ❝ this place is giving me the creeps. ❞ ❝ i told you to stay put! ❞ ❝ i don’t want to lose you. ❞ ❝ look at their fucking smiles. ❞ ❝ you do this, i’m not saving your ass again. ❞ ❝ this could be an ambush. ❞ ❝ you’re a fucking idiot, you know that, right? ❞ ❝ you’re handsome/beautiful and whatever…but i’m not into your type. ❞ ❝ you let me know if you want to talk about it. ❞ ❝ i would’ve come, you know. if you told me you were leaving. ❞ ❝ i’m fucking dead anyway. why would i tell you anything? ❞ ❝ i can’t look at the person i’ve become. ❞ ❝ i really hope you make it. ❞ ❝ you want to tell me what’s going on with you? ❞ ❝ i didn’t think you’d be okay with all of this. ❞ ❝ i can tell when you’re off. ❞ ❝ i can make it quick. or i can make it much worse. ❞ ❝ we should go. someone would’ve heard the gunshots. ❞ ❝ i don’t think i can ever forgive you for that. ❞ ❝ it smells like wet leaves and firewood out here… ❞ ❝ hey, how hurt are you? ❞ ❝ i just need to rest for a second. ❞ ❝ i didn’t want to be a burden. ❞ ❝ gimme shit about it later. ❞ ❝ well, you’re a burden now, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ i’m gonna make sure the place is secure. ❞ ❝ thanks for the save, by the way. ❞ ❝ got some stuff on my mind. ❞ ❝ shit. my heart’s racing. ❞ ❝ you think i’d let you do this on your own? ❞ ❝ you don’t have to choose between staying alive and getting close to people. ❞ ❝ look. fresh blood. ❞ ❝ on a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate our kiss from last night? ❞ ❝ if i ever were to lose you, i’d surely lose myself. ❞ ❝ my life could’ve fucking mattered. ❞ ❝ you shouldn’t have come here. ❞ ❝ how hot do i look right now? ❞ ❝ didn’t think i’d ever see you again. ❞ ❝ i’m trying to say i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ you take a bigger risk being alone. ❞ ❝ remember me? ❞ ❝ if you lie to me one more time, i’m gone. you will never see me again. ❞ ❝ you make me want to go back outside into the blizzard. ❞ ❝ oh, they should be terrified of you. ❞ ❝ there’s a reason we haven’t touched this area yet. ❞ ❝ don’t you fucking touch me! ❞ ❝ maybe it wasn’t luck. ❞ ❝ why don’t you say whatever speech you’ve rehearsed and get this over with. ❞ ❝ we are nothing but lucky. ❞ ❝ i wish i’d just ran away. ❞ ❝ you look like you’ve heard of me or something. ❞ ❝ all right. you ride with me. come on. ❞ ❝ you get all serious…it’s very cute. ❞ ❝ look…last night i was drinking too much. ❞ ❝ i need all the medical supplies you have. ❞ ❝ don’t treat me like i’m fucking insane. ❞ ❝ i get the impression you don’t follow most rules. ❞ ❝ sorry i grew up. you should try it. ❞ ❝ why do you make me repeat whenever i’m wrong? ❞ ❝ you have your moments of wisdom. ❞ ❝ come to bed. we’ll talk about this in the morning. ❞ ❝ don’t make a fucking sound. hands up. ❞ ❝ i don’t sleep. i don’t eat. ❞ ❝ if i’m gonna die, i’m gonna die for me. ❞ ❝ i know you wish things were different. i wish things were different. ❞ ❝ i’m gonna find and i’m gonna kill every last one of them. ❞ ❝ heads up, you’re the talk of the town this morning. ❞ ❝ if you lie to me one more time, i’m gone. you will never see me again. ❞ ❝ if somehow the lord gave me a second chance at that moment, i would do it all over again. ❞ ❝ you know i can’t handle all this emotion. ❞ ❝ you’re a good friend. ❞ ❝ your parents don’t love you. ❞ ❝ i wish i had someone who loved me enough. ❞ ❝ you’re gonna sit here and look at this view with me. ❞ ❝ that was almost a compliment. ❞ ❝ can i talk you out of this? ❞ ❝ just a few more stitches and i’ll be as good as new. ❞ ❝ i’m just a girl. not a threat. ❞ ❝ why are you in such a good mood? ❞ ❝ how come we never talked about this stuff? ❞ ❝ you go, i go. end of story. ❞ ❝ you should have kissed me then. ❞ ❝ our faith doesn’t make us immortal. loss is around every corner. ❞ ❝ someone had to save your ass for once. ❞ ❝ nice to have a place we call home, right? ❞ ❝ fuck yeah! i mean frick! don’t tell your mum. ❞ ❝ i don’t wanna have to shoot you in the face. ❞ ❝ you’re doing the right thing. ❞ ❝ can we please say we’re done for the day? ❞ ❝ why does your yeah sound like a no? ❞ ❝ come on. let’s get you cleaned up. ❞ ❝ c’mon, stop being paranoid. ❞ ❝ you want what i want, right? ❞ ❝ i think you get a kick from making me uncomfortable. ❞ ❝ i’d rather not sit around if i don’t have to. ❞ ❝ you were defending yourself. you did nothing wrong. ❞ ❝ i guess i asked for that, huh? ❞ ❝ i fucking knew i couldn’t count on you. ❞ ❝ if you run into anything you can’t handle, come back. be smart about it. ❞ ❝ what were you dreaming about? ❞ ❝ stop being weird. you’re freaking me out. ❞ ❝ we can’t all be as graceful as you. ❞ ❝ ha! did i ruin your punchline? ❞ ❝ christ. is that your blood? ❞ ❝ how did you know i was here? ❞ ❝ i see things. like the way you guys try really, really hard not to look at each other when you’re around me. ❞
"so..." her approach is quiet, her voice quieter. nudging the patio deck with the toe of a canvas shoe, "how about that movie?"
I don’t think I can ever forgive you for that. But... I would like to try.
SURPRISE DABS ITSELF upon those aged features at that, like a WORN WOLF that had just been stirred awake by the sound of distant thunder itself. For a part of him hadn’t expected her to come see him again, at least-- not this soon. As his gaze would shift itself over to her approaching figure, all that he could offer in return was a near dumb nod of his head. More than uncertain over how he should have responded then, but knowing that greeting her first was the least that he could do. Something that didn’t necessarily ease the tension, at least, not just yet.
It was funny-- or pathetic, truth be told-- that would she find him in the EXACT SAME PLACE since the last time they had spoken to one another. Gently nursing that owl mug of his, once more inhaling the sweet aroma of coffee itself-- as if it was the only piece of solace that he had left in this world. One, that would now also prove to be his little pillar of support, as he withholds the urge to wring his hands then and there.
Many years have passed since then... and while he hadn't necessarily bothered to keep count, at times it had felt like an ETERNITY. He-- who had braved through and sacrificed so, so much-- over these last few decades. Only feeling that these last few years had begun to slow down, as the distance between them only grew wider.
In what would have been a futile attempt to repair this bond between them. Perhaps-- the one and only thing that he would continue to fight for, until the very end itself. For no matter how scarred these hands have since gotten, in their quivering grasp would he continue to try and piece back the SHATTERED GLASS itself. Through blood and tears, had he tried, regardless of how many of those pieces would fall or cut him. No matter how many times the tides themselves would refuse him guidance to land itself...
And so, those words then... would feel like the first solid THUD! of that raft he had clung onto. The very first piece of a mirror shard that would finally stay in place. The beginning of HOPE itself... as the old man could only look on in disbelief, and allowed himself some time to let it sink in. Remembering back to those day-- those days-- when one didn’t need to look behind them all the time. A time when he and his daughter had been able to cosily snuggle up on the couch itself, as he watched her drift off to sleep. With the comforting noise of white noise heard in the background itself... The time-- when Ellie and him had so casually discussed about doing the same, as if they could have done so-- the very next day itself.
“... I’d... like that.”
The voice that would leave him then was but a whisper. Almost as if he had been left parched for several days. Swallowing roughly-- as well as giving a sniff of his nose-- Joel would offer another nod this time. As he finally turned himself fully in her direction, a crinkling of smile beginning to make itself upon his lips as he did. Wary hands-- still grasping just a little too tightly onto that mug of his, in fear that he would lose his grip of it.
@endurvor ❤️
cattell's sixteen personality factors. repost, don’t reblog. take the quiz here.
tagged by n/a. tagging: steal it from me! 👀
warmth. sixty-six percent / supportive, comforting. intellect. eighty-six percent / cerebral, analytical. emotional stability. forty-two percent / irritable, moody. aggressiveness. eighty-six percent / controlling, tough. liveliness. sixty-six percent / wild, fun loving. dutifulness. fourteen percent / untraditional, rebellious. social assertiveness. sixty percent / uninhibited, bold. sensitivity. seventy percent / touchy, soft. paranoia. eighty-two percent / wary, suspicious. abstractness. sixty-eight percent / strange, imaginative. introversion. seventy-four percent / private, quiet. anxiety. eighty-four percent / fearful, self-doubting. open-mindedness. fifty-six percent / curious, self-exploratory. independence. thirty-four percent / outgoing, social. perfectionism. forty-eight percent / disorganized, messy. tension. eighty-two percent / stressed, unsatisfied.
ellie.
My wife was complaining about the price of peanut butter at the snooty grocery store and I said “yeah it’s nuts” and now she won’t answer my texts
TOMB RAIDER 2013 SENTENCE STARTERS
“ a famous explorer once said, that the extraordinary is in what we do, not who we are. “
“ i’d finally set out to make my mark; to find adventure. but instead adventure found me. “
“ in our darkest moments, when life flashes before us, we find something; something that keeps us going. something that pushes us. “
“ i can’t just leave him / her out there alone! i need to get to him / her. “
“ sacrifice is a choice you make. loss is a choice made for you. “
“ and you’re really here. “
“ and… really, really dead. “
“ hey, you got it. nice work. “
“ so, i assume the plan is to take that up to the radio tower? “
“ well, let’s hope i’m a faster learner, then. “
“ judging by those wounds and that look in your eyes, i don’t think i want to know. “
“ anyway, we’ll be home soon. “
“ i’m not going home. “
“ i’ve studied them so much, i can see charts on the back of my eyelids. “
“ just make it count. “
“ what do you expect us to find? “
“ it seems that anybody close to you has a pretty low survival rate. “
“ better keep your distance, then. “
“ there are no heroes here, only survivors! “
“ there’s no point in following other people’s footsteps. “
“ i refuse to bet my reputation on your hunch! “
“ look, i know this plan sounds crazy. “
“ but crazy’s all we got right now, so let’s do this. “
“ wait, what are you doing? “
“ if we don’t get that back, we’re not getting off this bloody island. “
“ come on, come on. breathe, goddammit ! “
“ i knew something like this would happen. “
“ i’m just trying to lighten the mood here ! “
THE LAST OF US ➵ Jackson County
MURIEL RUKEYSER
‘Christmas Eve’, from The Collected Poems (1978);
original photos and edit
descending decrepit steps, the lingering threat it'll crumble beneath the apprehension overlaying her footfalls. feeling never-ending, the dread which has her hands trembling and eyes darting about the darkness overshadowing a flickering flashlight, clipped haphazardly to a strap of her pack. ( it's old and it's tetchy, always ready to shut off at inopportune moments, in times of stress; but it's hers and hers alone. that's got to count for something, right? ) the soles of her canvas sneakers scraping against wood flooring, stopping only at the first sign of sound - itsuki's voice, familiar and worn and yet... still bearing those slight tells of the little girl she's come to know and grow beside in three short years, beating at an infected with a bat poked in nails of all kinds.
eye contact, everything coming to a slow, sudden crawl. opening her mouth, as if to express her relief, but tethered in her place for just a second further until ellie's instantly on the move again, instinct positing her pistol and pulling the trigger at an approaching runner, square in the head. then, a breath. finality. the conclusion, so she's hoping. steadying her aim, a thorough glimpse around their surroundings. everything looks clear. readjusting her posture, yanking her bag open with a quickness and holding out a set of gauze. in this lighting, or lack thereof, she can't tell if the blood painting her friend actually belongs to her.
“ i wasn’t just gonna leave you behind, ” settling a palm to the back of her neck, earnest. what is she supposed to say? she wasn't just - she wouldn't abandon her friend. not even if the whole goddamn world came down on them. she's taking the whole brunt of it before anything ever happens to itsuki. “ next time, no splitting up. almost gave me a fucking heart attack. ”
red dead redemption 2 starters. @yukikorogashi, “ thanks fer comin' fer me, sis. ” - (These two growing up together tho c':)
Poetry by Amrita chakraborty ( @sunrisesongs )
ellie just a quick sketch.
