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@fixedwatch
[ T I M E ] : the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole.
𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐚 ♡ ;
etymology ⇾ good mother (greek) dream or illusion (sanskrit) truth (japanese)
✧ 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 (also below cut) ✧ 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 ✧ 𝐛𝐢𝐨 ✧ disco for mutuals only
♡ reimagined as 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐚 giving joel his watch because we hate Javier amirite
name creation ⇾ "If my, uh . . . mine brought strangers into our situation, I wouldn't be happy either." --Joel (1.03)
watching fun (not gory) movies for this spooky month, any suggestions?
I love Corps.e Bride, Sleepy Hallow, The Others.
I just watched The Haunted Mansion for the first time and Something Wicked This Way comes!
𝐌𝐨𝐦 & 𝐃𝐚𝐝
thank you all for being so patient!
my laptop died at the beginning of the month (wow was it really 28 days ago?! we're all vampires now...) so I've only been able to access things via mobile and a broken heart
thankfully I can get to the library to kind of make edits while I don't have access to photoshop and reply to things here, but they may not always be cut (depending on if I can borrow a laptop from someone with x-kit)
thank you for not giving up on maya and I haven't either!
"Fine." She answered frostily, in the tone she used when occurrences were very much not fine. Maya spun on her heel in the mud to storm off, as he noted, having had plenty of practice. He just had to needle her, to say just enough to get under her skin and fan the embers of an argument.
Crowds were thinning out of the zone's equivalent of a town square when she spotted him. Tess had slipped Maya into the Boston enclosure ten minutes earlier and the day's executions were as good a time as any to mesh amid the population. Maya thought she was dreaming. She blinked and he was still there. Fifty feet and thirty years away.
Despite the solid truth, a tiny part of her traveled all these years hoping their daughter was still alive. The small match of hope snuffed out when his expression shifted from recognition to a mirror of her parents' the day they broke the news. Their FEDRA employee files updated as information poured in from all over, taking a week after Austin's fallout to filter through. Maya didn't believe them until she logged into her own account where green font tiled across the black screen in her employee file:
𝙳𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 ‒ 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 // 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 [ 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜 ] : 𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚁 // 𝚂𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙷 [ 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 ]
She probably wore it too ‒ that particular expression upon seeing someone that conveyed terrible things had occurred, so terrible it irrevocably changed everything. People outran the infected, but couldn't outrun the disease. There wasn't a person alive who didn't lose someone they cared for to it in one way or another.
A week after eye contact before words exchanged. More like hisses, when she left through Abe's doorway as he turned inward from the hall; Maya flattening so flat against the wall she was more spooked cat than woman. Here in the cold air night air neither of them had a hallway to duck down or office to turn into.
"Actually ‒ ?" Maya rounded back to glare at him. "In case no one's told you recently, you still lead with your face." She pointed at her own as if helping him remember where it was. Thank god they were never assigned the same work area or one of them might have pushed the other into the burning pit by now. Or off the patrol wall. I swear, officer, that crossbow arrow was in him when I got here. It must have malfunctioned, might not be convincing enough. Death by spite.
"I know she's not here, Joel. I know she's not anywhere."
@fixedwatch
She was walking away. Apparently he’d managed to strike a nerve. Good. Maya should count herself lucky he hadn’t said much worse; there was plenty more Joel could mouth off to her— years worth of bitterness and cussing her name would do that to you.. but why waste his breath? Instead he simply stood in silence and watched her retreating figure for a couple seconds until he was satisfied she’d put a decent amount of distance between them. Hopefully now she got the message, because honestly? Joel couldn’t make it anymore clearer. He didn’t want her in his life. He had little interest of being amicable with her. And as far as he was concerned? She was just another face in the Quarantine Zone. A stranger.
About to turn on his own heel in the hopes that he could forget about their whole interaction today, Joel once again found himself coming to a standstill when her voice reached his good ear once more. She really wasn’t going to let this go, was she? Stubborn as ever.. point proven.
But it wasn’t the mocking that he still led with his face, nor the glare on her own that had his blood begin to boil— it was the audacity she had to mention Sarah. And there it was. She’d crossed a line. Jaw clenching so tight he could feel the muscles there begin to practically grind, Joel couldn’t stop himself from taking a threatening step forward. “Don’t.” Chin raising just slightly to stare down the bridge of his nose at her, a scowl fixed itself on his face. “Don’t you dare talk ‘bout her. You don’t have the right.” A growled out warning that she better tread carefully.
How long before the soldiers rushed to step in? They were causing quite the stir between them, eyes of those who passed them by double taking with the sniff of an alternation.
“You ain’t her mother. Never have been. You’re jus’ some half memory who left her behind, so quit actin’ like you care.” All he could see when he stared at Maya was reflections of Sarah. It made his chest feel as though a weight were pushing down upon it.. and Joel hated feeling vulnerable. It only fed into the anger he felt wallowing up. Surviving had been hard enough without Maya now on his case. Could she sense how fast his heart was racing right now? Joel could hear it roaring in his ears, adrenaline starting to pump along with it. “..The hell you want from me, Maya? You want answers? That it? Guilt finally eatin’ ya alive after all these years?” He knew the feeling all too well. It should’ve been him to fall that day, not Sarah.
*the prettiest, most in-moment for character icon that you ever did see*
Joel may have the entire quarantine zone intimidated, but not Maya. Her boots stayed lodged in the mud when he took an instinctive step forward. There was no version of his rage — short of killing someone’s — she hadn’t witnessed. In all their own arguments, from bickering to fully blown fuses, he’d never hurt her. True, Joel was no longer the man she married. Or the man she left. Maybe he twisted into a version of his father: abusive, cruel and entitled. The kind of weak-willed man to strike a woman in an argument. This life they all led changed people beyond recognition. Every resident of this self-imposed prison had a rumor to whisper of the things he’d done to survive twenty years. But she had her own rumors too.
It was most likely the distance between them and unemployed weapons keeping authorities, official or not, from stepping in yet. People bickered; it’s bound to happen in a locked in space with creatures not designed to be caged. If everyone were birds they’d be pulling each others feathers out.
Maya’s tells lifted to the surface: how she clenched her jaw and purses her lips into a tight line when she wasn’t speaking. Sarah used to tilted her chin up the same way during her toddler fits. It was an adorable parallel, but Maya loved most how Sarah’s eyes expressed herself like Joel’s. It’s why he led with his face. If she were here, would Sarah glare at her mother with the same contention her father?
Part of winning an argument with Joel was not getting bogged down by the words he slew as easy as a lazy lasso. He’d always been quick with wit, fighting or charming, it was a charm he hadn’t inherited from his father. Maya was Sarah’s mother; not in the sense of other women whom Sarah most surely have connected with to fill Maya’s void, but she held their sweet miracle the day she was born and not time, courts or the world collapsing erased that locked moment in time.
“I’m not? So what does that make you, Joel?” She snapped, with accusing narrowed eyes, “are you still her father? ‘Cause when I signed those papers I thought you’d jump in front of any hurt what came her way. I believed that look on your face when you held her the first day of her life that you’d die before she was ever in danger.”
Since Joel allowed his decades’ rage to incinerate its jail, grasping reigns of emotions with a yank so taught they might snap, he’d already lost the argument. Maya had too, in caving into her anger and confronting him. She recognized the set of his jaw, the muscle working as he no doubt ground his teeth to dust. What was left to win? Whoever emerged with the fewest scars.
“If you think I’ve never felt guilty — never hated myself more than you ever will — then you never really knew me.”
Selfish motherly love catalyzed Maya’s desire to know, but her mother might finally find closure to learn what happened to her grandchild.
Sadly,
My laptop died when I’ll was on vacation! I’ll be buying a charger for my tablet (to survive for a little bit without having to post everything on mobile) while I save up for a new battery AND charger for my old af laptop. So sad to have it die in the middle of vaca!
TRAGICALLY and tortured not to have address to my psd’s and phot0shop for the time being. I unable to access my x-k!t meaning I can’t trim :/ I know this bothers people (myself included when they get wayyyy long) so if you’re able to trim our posts please and thank you! 🙏🏼 🙏🏼
Otherwise, my vacation was wonderful! 🏖️ 🌊 my job was… just beach.
Thank you all for being so patient as well as accepting Maya! The little engine that could does 🚂 😊
Quick sum up:
No laptop til September
Meaning iconless replies etc.
I DO NOT HAVE THE ABILITY TO TRIM POSTS (I can delete the whole thing with just my reply but that is… sacrilege)
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this is day 10 out of 12 for @sebestans’ 23rd birthday! enjoy<3
HALLE BERRY 📹 2025 Chopard Trophy
❥ 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 [ 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 ] .
headcanon prompts with questions based on plants & what they represent in flower language . happy roleplaying !! ♡
abatina : is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time ( due to becoming more educated on the topic , certain experiences , etc . ) , or that they would change their mind about under certain circumstances ?
acanthus : is your muse deceptive , or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ? why or why not ?
aloe : how does your muse handle grief ?
amaryllis : what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ? how do they express that pride ?
anemone : how does your muse view the world ; as a cruel & unforgiving place , a land full of wonders , or something in - between ? where does that world view come from ( what experiences , life lessons , etc . ) ?
angelica : where does your muse draw inspiration in life ? what motivates them ?
apple blossom : how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?
bachelor’s button : does your muse actively seek romantic companionship , or cherish the liberties of being single ?
basil : does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?
bay tree : does your muse seek glory & accolades , or do they favour a simpler , more personal life ?
begonia : how cautious is your muse ? are they prone to noticing red flags , or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ? why or why not ?
belladonna : how does your muse respond to silence ? do they take comfort in soundlessness , or seek to fill the void with noise ?
bluebell : does your muse learn from their past , or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?
carnation : what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ? how do they express or not express this relationship ?
chamomile : what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ? are they one to be haunted by adversity , or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?
chrysanthemum : how does your muse express romantic love ? how do they feel about love as a concept ?
daffodil : is your muse one to be loyal in relationships , or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?
daisy : did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ? what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?
edelweiss : what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ? are they known to be courageous from then on ?
fern : does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces , or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?
forget - me - not : has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ? are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?
gardenia : is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on , or to conceal them for long periods of time ?
gladiolus : describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .
goldenrod : does your muse believe in luck or fortune ? why or why not ? where do they believe these things come from ?
heliotrope : does your muse believe in soulmates ?
hibiscus : how does your muse view the gentler , daintier things in life ? as things worth preserving & caring for , or things only bound to wither & disappear ?
holly : how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ? are they aware of it ? do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?
hollyhock : how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ? what’s something they strive for in life ?
hyacinth : is your muse athletic ? does it come naturally to them , or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?
hydrangea : how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ? are they prone to being misunderstood ?
iris : if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind , what would it be ?
ivy : what are your muse’s views on marriage ? do they believe it is something strictly for love , or an institution rooted in business & social benefits ? do they desire or have they desired to be married ?
lavender : how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ? once their trust is broken , how might one go about mending it ?
lilac : what was your muse’s childhood like ? how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ?
lily : how does your muse view their mother ?
lotus : has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ? have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start , or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?
magnolia : describe your muse’s relationship with nature & the natural world .
marigold : is your muse prone to jealousy ? how might they handle envious feelings ?
mint : does your muse view themself as virtuous & moral ? what do these words mean to them ?
nasturtium : describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace , or homeland .
oak : who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?
pansy : does your muse often reflect on their own actions ? do they ever think a lot about the past , and what they could have done differently ?
parsley : describe a holiday your muse enjoys , and why they enjoy it .
peony : what would a ‘ happy life ’ look like in your muse’s eyes ?
poppy : what comforts your muse ?
rhododendron : is your muse receptive to warnings & advice given by others ?
rose : how much does your muse value other people ? do they wish to have many friends , lovers , and/or associates ? are they an easy person to love ?
sage : what is your muse’s legacy ? what do they want to be remembered for & what might they actually be remembered for ?
salvia : is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ? how do they express that possessiveness , or lack thereof ?
snapdragon : is your muse merciful ? why or why not ?
southernwood : how seriously does your muse take themself ? do they prefer a solemn & intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes & banter ?
sunflower : what brings your muse the most joy in life ?
tulip : how does your muse view people in general ?
violet : how does your muse respond to betrayal ?
willow : how does your muse handle sadness & depression ?
zinnia : how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ? has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?
⋆˚࿔ excuse prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
¹⁾ “we were so drunk.”
²⁾ “i was trying to protect you!”
³⁾ “i never thought it would go this far.”
⁴⁾ “this wasn’t supposed to happen, i swear.”
⁵⁾ “he swore he wouldn’t tell anyone.”
⁶⁾ “you’re- you’re never around anymore!”
⁷⁾ “if i’d have waited any longer, the outcome would have been so much worse.”
⁸⁾ “you started this shit, i’m only trying to get us out of it!”
⁹⁾ “i… i just wanted the chance to prove myself to you.”
¹⁰⁾ “yeah, ‘cause you’re all such fucking saints.”
¹¹⁾ “i was handling it fine until you got involved!”
¹²⁾ “i wasn’t thinking, that’s the whole point!”
¹³⁾ “you didn’t give me any other choice.”
¹⁴⁾ “i gave you a pass when the roles were reversed, so maybe a little understanding wouldn’t kill you.”
¹⁵⁾ “if this were anyone else, you wouldn’t be riding them half as hard and you know it.”
¹⁶⁾ “you’ve been under so much pressure… i thought i could take a little of it off you by taking care of it.”
¹⁷⁾ “all i did was put my trust in the wrongs person.”
¹⁸⁾ “if you hadn’t chewed me out so damn hard for asking for your help last time, maybe i would’ve felt safe enough to do it again.”
¹⁹⁾ “do you have any idea what it feels like to be lonely in your own house? of course you don’t, because you’re never fucking here!”
²⁰⁾ “i didn’t think you’d care. nothing else ever seems to make you, so why should this!”
&. 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( an assortment of smut / nsfw implied dialogue prompts with not so explicit language. feel free to change how you seem fit. )
❛ i’ve been thinking about you all day. ❜
❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜
❛ how badly do you want me? ❜
❛ i can’t get enough of you. ❜
❛ i’ve never done something like this before. ❜
❛ i like being close to you. you’re warm. ❜
❛ you look good like this. ❜
❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜
❛ i’m not jealous. ❜
❛ shh. there’s people in the other room. ❜
❛ say you want me, and i’m yours. ❜
❛ i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing. ❜
❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜
❛ would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ❜
❛ i’ll take care of you. ❜
❛ there’s so many things i wanna do to you. ❜
❛ take off your clothes. ❜
❛ i’m going to ruin you. ❜
❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜
❛ is this okay? ❜
❛ you know you love me. ❜
❛ i want you to feel good. ❜
❛ i want this. ❜
❛ come back to bed. ❜
❛ you’re such a tease. ❜
❛ want me to model these for you? ❜
❛ we have to make this quick. ❜
❛ what are you looking at? ❜
❛ it’s hot when you talk back. ❜
❛ you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break. ❜
❛ don’t you know what you’re doing to me? ❜
❛ i really want to kiss you right now. ❜
❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. ❜
❛ this is a one time thing. ❜
❛ you know where to find me. ❜
❛ did i say you could stop? ❜
❛ you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel. ❜
❛ i want to see you. ❜
❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜
❛ no ones here. we can be as loud as we want. ❜
❛ you look good with my hands around your throat. ❜
❛ i’ll be good, i promise. ❜
❛ you’re really good at that. ❜
❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜
❛ you better watch your fucking mouth. ❜
❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜
❛ tell me what you want. ❜
❛ you can be rough. i can take it. ❜
❛ and where do you think you’re going? ❜
❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜
❛ i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you. ❜
❛ what if i hurt you? ❜
❛ you won’t hurt me. ❜
Shortish open starter from Ellie Williams of The Last Of Us for whoever.
The heavens had seemingly opened up, the torrential downpour making it near enough impossible to see through the shower.
Shit, what a time to get all turned around on a patrol route you barely knew, huh? Having accidentally veered off from her patrol partner upon running into an angry hoard of Runners, Ellie had zero clue where she was or where she was even heading. It was getting more and more difficult to make heads or tails of the trail ahead, eyes squinted in futile attempts to prevent the flurry of snow and rain from blinding her.
Ellie was rigid with the cold, clothes soaked through to point her teeth chattered so hard she thought they may break. Hell, she could barely feel her fingers at this point either, despite the thermal gloves that covered them. Ellie supposed the tear in the arm of her jacket allowing the freezing air to seep in wasn’t helping either— curtesy of one those Runner’s taking a lunge at her and catching her off guard with its teeth. Another bite mark to hide. And fuck, it sure stung worse than the last one.
“F-Fuck. Okay, Ellie.. think.” Think. Murmured words of encouragement to herself, Ellie steered Shimmer on. She needed to find shelter. If only she could gather her fucking bearings or find some sorta landmark she was familiar with. She’d be frozen solid if she stayed out here for much longer.
“Alright, Shimmer. C’mon girl. Just a little further. We-“ Cut off by an ear splitting crash of thunder accompanied by a ***bang!*** as lightening struck the tree-line beside her, Ellie let out a whimpered yelp feeling the horse jerk forward, evidently spooked and overstimulated by the loud sound. “Shimmer, don’t-!” Too late. Before Ellie knew it, she found herself being bucked off the saddle as Shimmer bolted forward, the fall knocking the wind out of her lungs when she impacted the ground with a thud.
Today was not her day at all.
“Shit..” Vision momentarily blurring with the pain, Ellie turned on her side just in time to catch the outline of a figure coming towards her. This was either really good, or really bad.
Daily checks ran the same perimeter, accomplished quickly on horseback if the weather was pleasant and a new crop of infected didn’t pop up. This week the younger group was assigned the detail. Out of the smaller pool of solo investigations, Maya’s name was plucked for advanced patrol. Although more ground had to be covered than standard patrol, it was easier to do on foot, in her opinion. Horses or vehicles drew attention and help wasn't as close as regular patrol. It took about a week for most to complete – scouring the land from the patrol line’s edge outward by a few miles all the way around the perimeter like the outer ring of a bullseye. Thankfully, one of the makeshift huts was at today’s marker. Nicknamed the cabins: a one room shack kept stocked with provisions delivered by horse in someone’s separate assignment. Joel and Tommy designed them sturdier than just a wooden box with a roof, based on hunter’s hideouts and stands. She spent the early evening picking off Runners with her rifle from the look out slots as the weather worsened. Winter and spring clashed for dominance over the sky’s water formation. Rain or snow, Maya was sure as hell glad she wasn’t out in it. Until… the unmistakable whiny of a distressed horse, a second after a cracking, crashing sound louder than mere thunder startled Maya. Horses didn’t run around these parts without people. Peeking out the door, she spotted smoke curling up from where lightning must have landed and ran in that direction about a hundred yards. Hoof prints appeared in the slush, but without a decent direction. Not far from the fallen tree, someone looked barely conscious on the ground. Maya rubbed her eyes free of sleet and realized it was Ellie. Maya's boots provided sturdy trek to run across the slippery plane. Kneeling in the icy mud, her fingerless gloves were soaked through as she gently whipped wet snow and dirt from the girl’s face.
“Ellie? Christ – ” She frowned, Joel’s worry at Shimmer’s return without a rider would rival the attitude of the torrential storm. “Ellie -- it’s Maya. Did Shimmer spook?” Glancing at the singed remaining tree trunk, embers glowing hot orange while the broken top lay beside it, that seemed to be the case. Checking for any bleeding from Ellie’s head or broken bones, she appeared to be in stable shape to move. “Let’s get you up, alright? One . . . two . . . three –” Maya shouldered Ellie's weight, wrapping an arm around her waist and looping Ellie's arm over her neck to hold on. “One of the check points for patrol is nearby.”
tag dump *•.¸♡
I can go anywhere I want // I can go anywhere just not home 彡★
& I'm just mad as hell 'cause I loved this place for so long *•.¸♡ AUSTIN TX
& if you come around saying sorry to me ‒ my daddy's gonna show you how sorry you'll be (DONALD)
let it not be me // who do I have to speak to // about how I can reach to change the prophecy 🌿 ELLIE
✩ FEDRA
listen to my heart can you hear it sing? come back to me and forgive everything .¸¸.·♩♪♫ JOEL
.:**:.☆*
#you're a cowboy like me eyes full of stars ✰ MAYA & JOEL
#every time I hear that song I'm standing in the pouring rain on your front lawn .•♬♡♫ MAYA & JOEL (musings)
@stolenfates ❧ Dιɳα
❝ How was the barn dance, kid ? ❞ Maya skipped the celebration. She offered to look after Benji so Maria & Tommy could enjoy the night out as a proper date. She hadn't been a mother in years, but once laced into her being it never faded. Those without children still had motherly instincts – Dina & Ellie certainly did. It was obvious in how they treated the kids around Jackson. Always kind, despite all the obstacles and events to turn them overwise. Teen had a habit of staying out late. Dina wasn't home yet when Maya left Benji with his early-to-return parents. She waited in the cold, leaning against the porch's beam at the top of the steps, arms and ankles crossed. Ellie had no doubt trudged home to give Joel the silent treatment; some Maya did as a moody teenager too. Since Dina didn't live far from the Tommy's, Maya figured she'd take a minute to see if Dina was alright. From what others mentioned on their walks back from the barn, Ellie wasn't thankful for Joel's intervention.
❝ He's always been like that," she straightened her stance and scuffed the toe of a worn boot against the porch's wooden boards. ❝ Well, I guess shoving guys in barns, anyways. We went square dancing once – ❞ , she paused to smile at the absurdity of the memory, ❝ and he clocked a guy in the jaw for spilling his beer down my shirt.❞ She shrugged, as if to say the man could be taken out of Austin, but not Austin out of the man. ❝ We high-tailed it out of there before his dad's unit showed up.❞ Ellie changed Joel in wonderful ways, so had his life here, but as the saying went : if you're raised with an angry man in your house, there will always be an angry man in your house. Joel was no Javier and certainly not Javier's father. ❝ Anyways . . . not to make excuses for him or anything . . . you okay? ❞
starter & meme call！ ♡
⋆ do you have a season or verse (either Maya's or yours) that you prefer? Please specify
⋆ Multis also please specify which character！
