#fircflycargo

[xjoel]

hxnestthcef

                     death glares.

me? bully her? she’s the one threatening to break my nose old man!

                    & I’m very proud.

[xjoel]

"Whoa, that's purple... It looks like your shoulder is dislocated."

               groans of pain escaped, lungs pumping as he tried to regain his composure. taking hold of her hand, he pressed it to the shoulder, his eyes catching hold of hers.                            ❛ push it back, Ellie. ❜                    she was the only one who could do it in that moment, and it needed to be done. he didn’t care if he had to yell to get her to do it.

[xjoel]

✓

SEND ME ✓ IF YOU THINK I PLAY MY CHARACTER CORRECTLY

                       im going to squish ur face

[xjoel]

❛ what are you thinkin’, KIDDO? you really gonna go through with this? ❜

                                                           xjoel

                            ❛ I’m gonna find...                                                     & I’m gonna KILL...

                        every...   last...   one    of    them.  ❜

                                                                        fircflycargo

[exo-joker]

"It was their fault, not mine."

[x] Accepting | Terrible Choices Meme

It’s not his place to be disappointed, no, but nonetheless Ellie is still family - a little sister of sorts, and he can’t help but knit his brow at the situation.

“I’m not sure your Dad’s gonna buy giving in to peer pressure as an excuse.” He remarks quietly. Why the hell Marcus and his knuckled headed squad had felt the need to pick on a kid was beyond Joker (A petty game, perhaps?) but nonetheless it mattered little. Ellie hardly needed to feel like another adult was going to have a go at her - she’d most likely already had enough of that from once the squad had discovered her on the sim course. With Mitchell off base for the day, he was only too thankful to have been there to keep her from the right grilling the other squads captain had been ready to launch into.

Tapping the spoon against the mug, he finishes mixing a hot chocolate, carefully sliding it across the coffee table as a peace offering. “Whoevers fault it was aside… what were you doing on the simulator course?” He asks quietly.