me: *scribbling away*
them: whatcha doing?
me: oh nothing just making a list so i don't forget
the list:
seen from Türkiye

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Spain
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Sweden

seen from Ireland
seen from United States
seen from Belarus

seen from Ireland

seen from Russia

seen from Russia
seen from United States
me: *scribbling away*
them: whatcha doing?
me: oh nothing just making a list so i don't forget
the list:
joel saying “it wasn’t time that did it” while staring hopelessly at ellie literally ruined my entire life
AITA for trying to save a child?
I (56M) have been on a sort of road trip with E (14F) for a while now. For privacy, I won’t say why she had to go to the hospital but basically it was for some testing. As we’re getting there hospital staff threw a pipe bomb at us (??? is this protocol?) and I woke up in a separate room. An acquaintance of mine, M (40s F) then tells me that the testing on E will be lethal? And gives me a sentimental knife and tells staff members to drop me off at a nearby highway. To make a long story short, I managed to get my hands on a weapon, things turned physical, and I did some things I regret. I managed to get E out safely but the whole thing has really been weighing on me. AITA?
i’m obsessed with this cringefail old man and his silly lesbian daughter
No S2 Spoilers //
I think the scene where Joel kills everyone in order to save Ellie is perfect as it is, but I was feeling upset so I played around by adding music to it. It's just something silly to cheer myself up with.
Turns out, Karma's a Bitch by Brit Smith actually fits this scene kinda well?? Like why is the perfect length and everything? I'm losing my mind 😭 It's cursed
joel and ellie | 1.02
Henry: *kicking the robot out of Sam’s hand* OUR ONE RULE WHAT IS IT
Sam: we only carry what we have to
Henry: that’s right
Joel (with a layer of notes and paper a foot thick crumpled in the bottom of his backpack three Molotov cocktails and a stack of firefly medallions up his ass):