the scene in tlou game where joel and ellie were talking about the model on the poster being to skinny makes me wonder how joel would react to finding out reader had an ed or was restricting food/on a diet
he’d def react in such a worrisome manner! he’d be super sweet about trying to get reader to eat a lil more here and there & compliment reader more on her body but itd be out of his depth but im sure he’d try his best <3 hes a texan corn-fed man so im 99.9% he’d just be confused on why anyone wouldnt eat when food is so good but he would be really sweet trying to help reader see their beauty 🦢🤍🫧
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 — BOLD what applies. || joel barrett
𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝚂.
tinkling of piano keys / the click of a lock / an engine starting, stalling / sinful whispers / stifled sobbing / the rattle of death / alarm blaring / a siren call / spanish guitar strumming / loud laughter at midnight / banshee screeching / drunk hiccuping / the giggle of a child / rolling thunder / disdainful chuckling / bones creaking / carefree whistling / singing off key / flesh hitting concrete / white noise / a mirror cracking / laboured breathing / a groan of pain / waves lapping at the shore / the roar of a lion / pages turning / swords clashing / deep humming / birds chirping / dial tone / tongue popping / fingers tapping a surface / crystals breaking / music turned up to the limit / raindrops on a roof / angry yelling / yawning at noon / horns going off / ravens talking / bubblegum bursting / splashing water / teakettle squeal / militia drums / wolves howling / slow, sarcastic clapping / soprano notes / whispering pleas / gregorian chants / mournful cries.
𝚅𝙸𝚂𝚄𝙰𝙻𝚂.
filled notebooks / dogeared books / clean shaves / empty stares / sleeping at a desk / the witching hour / driving all night / restless tides / broken windows / coffee any time / freshly baked goods / bonfires / lounging felines / circles under your eyes / bedhead / tangling in the sheets / leather jackets / paint stains / music sheets / too many tabs to find the music / weary brows / card games / messy ponytails / strained smiles / unsent texts / heart on your sleeve / slow dancing in the rain / star gazing / torn jeans / piles of clothes / filled bookshelves / hurricanes / chapped lips / cliff diving / the lights in venice / stolen kisses / poet shirts / half melted candles / empty coffee mugs / hot tea / unlaced boots / shameless flirting / too young to be so old / laced fingers / eyes in the trees / bloody knuckles / french letters / neon lights / ivy covered balconies
𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂.
burnt leaves / turkish coffee / spiced rum / moss / vanilla beans / freshly cut grass / decay / sea salt / strawberries and cream / cinnamon / honey / copper / pineapple / wet dog / pine needles / wood shavings / rainsoaked bark / something sharp, indefinable / russian tea / dandelions / squeezed limes / italian wine / freshly laundered clothes / coming rain / hardtack and gruel / roasting flesh / something cloying in the chest / ichor / lillies in spring / pollen / damp clothes / meatpies / greasy coins / curdled milk / leather / bone marrow / wet cement / ricecakes / open paint cans / cocoa leaves / tar / apples / sandlewood cologne / orchids / molded onions / cheap perfume / mistletoe / rubber on fire / grave dirt / old books / new books / melting plastic / roses / poison oak / seacucumbers / peppermint.
tagging: @whisperofspring // the muse of your choice (or all!)
Autumn preferences for your muse!
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Tagged by: @tinymute
1. go apple picking vs. go on a hayride
2. scary vs. sweet
3. sweaters vs. boots
4. socks vs. mittens
5. bonfires vs. football
6. trick-or-treating vs. watch scary movies
9. bake pie vs. bake cookies
10. rain vs. fog
11. black cats vs. owls
12. ghosts vs. wizards
13. harry potter vs. halloweentown
14. go hiking vs. sleep in
15. cinnamon vs. nutmeg
16. reading vs. writing
17. hot chocolate vs. tea
18. live in a cabin in a forest vs. have it be fall 24/7
19. candy apples vs. caramel apples
20. blankets vs. pillows
21. roasted marshmallows vs. roasted chestnuts
22. coffee vs. apple cider
23. red leaves vs. orange leaves
24. braids vs. bows
25. scented candles vs. the smell of fresh baked goods
26. carve pumpkins vs. make pumpkin pie
27. pumpkin spice lattes vs. chai tea lattes
28. coats vs. oversized sweaters
29. beanies vs. berets
30. candy corn vs. peanut butter cups
32. jump in a pile of leaves vs. swing on a tire
33. corn maze vs. haunted house
34. bob for apples vs. visit a pumpkin patch
35. whipped cream on hot chocolate vs. marshmallows on hot chocolate
Name: – Joel Miller
Titles: Papa Wolf
Nickname(s): – n/a
Age: 30/50 depending on verse
Species: Human
|| Personal ||
Religious Belief: Was raised Catholic but doesn’t identify as religious
Sins: Lust / Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Pride / Envy / Wrath
Virtues: Chastity / Charity / Diligence / Humility / Kindness / Patience /Temperance
Primary Goals In Life: Modern AU: To raise Sarah so to be an independent, upstanding member of society. And to start his own business in the hopes of not living paycheck to paycheck, and to have more time with Sarah. Mainverse: To make it through each day.
Languages Known: English. He knows a bit of Spanish.
Secrets: Any secrets Joel has are kept that way. The only person who knows about them are Tommy.
Quirks: Bites his lip when he’s flustered/embarrassed.
Savvies: .....
|| Physical ||
Height: 5′10/11″
Weight: Approx 160lbs
Scars/Birthmarks: A large jagged scar down his back from rough-housing with Tommy as kids, several scars on his arms from work related accidents and just doing stupid things. Mainverse: Aforementioned scars, as well as a puncture wound from falling on rebar, several bullet wounds around his shoulders and abdomen, as well as grazings on his arms. Stab wound to his stomach.
Abilities/Powers: No special powers or abilities, though he has very sensitive hearing.
Restrictions: Getting emotionally involved with anyone. He fears getting close to people and it hinders his ability to bond with most anyone.
|| Favorites ||
Favourite Drink: Coffee
Favourite Pizza Topping: Bacon
Favourite Color: Navy blue
Favourite Music Genre: Country
Favourite Book Genre: Suspense/Thriller
Favourite Movie Genre: B-Class Horror
Favourite Season: Summer and Fall
Favourite Butt Type: Firm
Favourite Swear Word: Jesus Christ
Favourite Scent: The woods, especially after it rains
Favourite Quote: "All blame is a waste of time. No matter how much fault you find with another, and regardless of how much you blame him, it will not change you."
— Wayne Dyer
|| Fun Stuff ||
Bottom or Top: Top
Sings In The Shower: Yes
Likes Bad Puns: Learning to love them
Morality: Lawful / Neutral / Chaotic / Good / Gray / Evil
Build: Slender / Scrawny / Bony / Fit / Athletic / Herculean / Baby fat / Pudgy / Obese / Other.
Favourite Food: Nothing he loves more than a good T-bone steak. He’s a meat and potatoes kinda guy. Don’t hand him a salad and expect him to like it lol
“Boss” Theme Music : n/a
Their Opinion On The Mun: ❝Nice girl with a big heart. A little too big at times. Gives way too many chances to all the wrong people, and it’s damaged her trust. Eager to befriend just about everyone she meets, and always takes things at face value. And she makes good coffee.❞
Was tagged by: xiaculusx
Tag 15 People: Anyone who wants to do this, feel free.
Joel needs to keep his hands busy, or else he gets increasingly anxious due a lack of a distraction.
I can totally see this. Probably this was 100% Joel when he didn't have Tristan, since he was extremely anxious and nowadays he ain't that badly, but he still is a person who needs to do and go and experience things so I can imagine he is anxious when he needs to sit still and doesn't have anything to do with his hands yes, this is headcanon for Joel. }
Joel shot upward in bed with a gasp, heart pounding wildly. It took a few minutes to realize that he was in Kalos. Not Sinnoh. Definitely not in his old house, in Canalave.
Not around his father. Several, several miles away from him, in fact. Whole 'nother region.
Distance doesn't keep away nightmares, Joel has noticed.
He pulled his knees to his chest and sat there, trembling pathetically. Oh, no, he was not afraid. Traumatized sounds like a better word. This nightmare brought up memories he would much rather forget. There was a brief moment where going to wake up his sister seemed promising, but decided not to. He seventeen. He can take care of himself, right?
Joel reached for his holocaster with a shaky hand and turned the device on, blinking his eyes a bit as the soft glow of the screen lit up his bedroom. He busied himself with scrolling through his pictures, most of which were taken during his visit to Sinnoh. Maybe this will help him forget the nightmare. While most were of different important or pretty buildings and scenery Sinnoh, there were several of his boyfriend and himself. And some pictures he took of Kevin when he wasn't looking.
Even as he looked at the pictures to rid his mind of the nightmare, he was still shaking very badly. It was almost difficult to turn his holocaster off, again. He jumped when a certain luxray jumped onto his bed.
“Hi, Sadie,” He muttered, letting his head drop back onto the pillow. “I guess I woke you up. Sorry.”
Sadie made a high-pitched sort of whine and scooted forward on her belly until she rested her head on Joel's chest, close to his shoulder and closed her eyes. He scratched her behind her ears for a few moments, staring at the ceiling.
Then he fell asleep again, fingers tangled in her mane.
Option 2: Call Upon the Scary Big Sister
Another nightmare, another sleepless night.
Even after almost a year living in Santalune, a peaceful night of sleep was hard to find. It really sucks, Joel thought as he quietly got out of bed and rubbed sleep from his eyes. He glanced at the clock. 3 A.M.. Well, that's just nice.
“Looks like I'm not going back to sleep,” His voice wavered. His door creaked a little when he opened and closed it, and he silently wished Jada didn't hear. She's a pretty light sleeper, nowadays. He flopped onto the couch and reached for the remote. He flipped to a random channel showing some old cartoon. Why would a child be awake at three A.M., he has no clue. He just sat and didn't really watch, just stared blankly at the screen.
He mostly focused on not letting his thoughts wander. It would always come back to the nightmare. So he sat quietly and stared at the TV.
Until he heard footsteps coming down the hallway, and he cursed under his breath for not turning down the TV's volume.
“Shit, dude, why are you watching Kim Possible at four A.M.?” Jada asked with a yawn, before noticing her brother's appearance. “...Oh. You okay?”
Joel didn't respond for a moment before shaking his head “no.”
“Mkay. Can I sit out here with you, then?” Jada asked, walking closer to the couch and her brother.
“You have work in a few hours."
“Doesn't matter,” She shrugged. “You're more important than dumb asshats who can't read the expiration date on coupons.”
Joel let himself laugh a little, and Jada smiled and sat down next to him. They just sat in silence, not the awkward kind, but the peaceful kind, and watched TV. Joel's smile did eventually turn back into a frown and when Jada noticed this, she nudged his shoulder.
“Hey. Don't do that.”
“...Do what?” Joel raised an eyebrow at this.
“That thing. With your face,” Jada pinched his cheeks. “You need to smile.”
Joel gently smacked her hands away from his face. “Please don't,” He said, though he was grinning like a dork.
“Why not? It's cute. Your cheeks are very pinchable.”
“Jada, noooooo.”
Option 3: Call Upon the Boyfriend
Nightmare number three was the worst. Joel woke up panicking and it was difficult to breathe. He was shaking so, so badly, it was hard to pick up his holocaster without dropping it on the floor. He somehow selected the right person from his contacts and dialed the number, waiting for him to answer.
“Damn it, Joel, I was asleep.” Came Kevin's slightly-annoyed voice from the other end.
“S-sorry. I – um. I can hang up. If you want t-to go back to sleep.” Joel stuttered a little as he spoke.
“...No, wait. You're stuttering. Why are you stuttering? What's wrong?”
“N-nightmare.”
“...Do you want me to come over?”
“Yeah...”
“I'll be over in a sec, just let me get dressed, okay?”
It didn't take very long for him to get to Joel's house. Joel unlocked the front door as soon as they hung up so he didn't need to get up and let his boyfriend in the house. He curled up on the couch and waited.
Not five minutes later did the front door swing open and close quietly. “Joel?” Kevin asked quietly, walking into the living room. “Are you okay?”
Joel nodded weakly, but then shook his head because what's the point of lying?
“Okay.” Kevin sat next to Joel, who immediately clung to him like a scared child. He didn't protest, only held the younger boy close and rubbed his back comfortingly. “...Do you want to watch a movie?”
“Sure..”
“Mkay.” Kevin got up and knelt in front of the TV, picking out the movie “Up” because he knew it was Joel's favorite because it was one of the first movies they've watched together. Also there's a giant bird named Kevin in it, but that's besides the point. The movie started and Kevin returned to cuddling his boyfriend. Joel held Kevin's hand, occasionally squeezing gently.
“I love you.” Kevin murmured when Joel rested his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes.
“Please don't leave.” Joel responded.
“Wouldn't dream of it.”
The next morning when Jada is to go to work, she would find the two curled up on the couch together. She'd just smile, get a blanket and gently drape it over them, and quietly close the front door behind her when she leaves the house.
