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anyway i’m sorry for not really being here the way i had intended to. i still wanna do joel, and i still fully intend to, but i’m just going through a lot in my personal life. i’m slightly more active over on @warcommanded if you wanna catch me over there, but expect me around here sometime in the week

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For several hours we lay there, last ones of our kind; harder days coming, maybe I don’t mind. Sounds kind of dumb when I say it, but it’s true, I would do anything for you. Open up the promise of the day, let me drive the dark things away. I will do what you ask me to do, because of how I feel about you.

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Hi my name is trash

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                ❝   this  ain’t  my  fight,  i  didn’t  sign  up  for  this  shit,  ❞  fingers  itch  at  side  --  make  a  move,  he  dares  to  think,  give  me  a  reason.   ❝  treasure,  world  power,  this  ain’t  what  i  agreed  to,  find  yourself  some  other  guy.  ❞

@deluscr || ♡

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                ❝  how  do  you  keep  goin’?  ❞  as  though  he  had  to  ask;  his  own  words  filter  through  mind  --  you  find  something  to  keep  fighting  for  --  an  answer  to  his  question,  though  he  chooses  to  ignore  it.  losing  everything,  how  does  a  man  PUSH  ON  (  because  he  has  to,  because  there’s  still  life  worth  living  )?

@ignte || ♡

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A few notes about this blog:

- Joel’s last name is Coen, not Miller -- Miller is unconfirmed and only appeared in a japanese booklet alongside the game, and ND said it was something they had thought about but scrapped. I personally don’t care for the last name, it doesn’t fit joel in my opinion, so with the help of @laststvnd, we (re: they) came up with he name Coen and viola.

- At one point in time, before he met Tess and became a smuggler, Joel was a hunter. During the Pittsburgh mission, Ellie makes a comment about the hunters, and Joel mentions that he’s “been on both sides” of it -- as a hunter, and the hunted. We also get a glimpse into the animosity between Tommy and Joel during the early days of the outbreak, and that Joel was the reason they were kept alive. It’s not unlikely to believe that during the early days of the infection (likely a few months after Sarah’s death), the two did what many others did out of desperation, and killed anyone that came near the cities they were in. He still has a lot of guilt from those days.

- Joel was born on September 26, 1984, making him 31 (to the day) when the outbreak starts, and ~51-52 during the events of the game. Sarah was likely around the age of 12 when the outbreak started, meaning that Joel was 17 when she was born. Joel married Sarah’s mother a few years later, before she passed away around the time of Sarah’s 5th birthday. 

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                ❝  i’d  put  that  gun  down,  if  i  were  you,   ❞    words  come  calm,  facade  strong  as  palms  face  out,  hoping  to  SWAY  his  elder  into  complacency.   ❝  no  one’s  gotta  get  shot  here,  we  can  work  this  out  PEACEFULLY.  ❞  

@ibellator || ♡

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                ❝  most  people  gave  up  on  silly  things  like  this,  ❞  soft  murmur,  he  thumbs  open  the  well-kept  pages,  vibrant  art  catching  gaze  as  eyes  skim  pages  of  the  comic.   ❝  most  things  got  abandoned  in  the  initial  wave  --  no  one  cared  about  personals,  just  run  and  gun  with  what  you  could  carry  on  your  back.  can’t  imagine  a  time  anymore  where  these  would  mean  much  to  anyone.  ❞

@brokehisfinger ||  ♡

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i just wanted to say i am so sorry for disappearing out of nowhere. right after making this blog i ended up spiraling into a small depressive episode that i’m still kind of dealing with, but i’m gonna try to pump out starters today before work. but again i’m sorry for disappearing without any kind of notice just had some personal stuff going on.

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holy shit i have a whole 8 icons guess that means it’s time for a starter call

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holy shit i have a whole 8 icons guess that means it’s time for a starter call

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laststvnd:

   She gives him a look, one that certainly spelled trouble as she reclined back on the rickety porch chair and felt it bend with her weight. Her legs stretch out onto the floorboards while she laughed, a disappointed shake to her head while she fixed her jaw in a smug grin.   “Nothin’ sore about it, Texas, seeing as I don’t lose.” She laid down her hand, a winning full house slapped down between the old bottle of bourbon and their measly pot of shared ration cards and a couple unbent cigarettes.   Her winning smile is sour, smug in all it’s delight as she knocks back another sip of her glass. “I win.” She says, chuckling at his attempt before reaching down the front of her shirt and pulling out a spare card tucked beneath the band of her undershirt. “Had a backup plan just in case you decided to get crafty this time.”

               the  stray  card  catches  him  by  surprise,  smirk  upturned  as  he  lays  his  losing  hand  against  the  pile  --  nothing  more  than  a  pair  as  he  concedes  to  defeat.  a  roll  of  his  shoulders,  and  he  lets  the  extra  card  slip  from  his  sleeve,  flung  to  the  table  carelessly  as  he  relaxes  back  against  his  seat. a  damn  cheater,  the  both  of  them,  a  pair  of  a  kind  on  and  off  the  clock.

                ❝  who’s  the  cheater  now,  smartass?  ❞  he  hums,  knocking  back  the  rest  of  his  drink  as  he  pays  up,  three  cigarettes  and  a  ration  card  (  not  that  he’d  really  lose  either,  shotgunning  and  sharing  was  how  they’d  come  to  survive,  he’d  reap  the  benefits  of  his  loss  sooner  than  later  ).   ❝  y’know,  ain’t  ever  actually  CHEATED  when  playin’  cards  with  ya  --  you  just  assume  because  i  have  spare  cards.  ❞  

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laststvnd:

     They weren’t often afforded the luxury of days off, in or outside martial law and bricks walls, but when they were, the days were good. She finally broke out that spare that she saved for them from their last few runs, promised him ‘ our next day, we’ll crack it open ‘  and she’d even agree to play him cards again. Tess took a sip from her glass, feeling the cool burn slip down her throat as she looked over the remaining hand on the over turned fruit crate.     Of course, Joel was quiet when she was scoping the playing field.         “Alright, where’s the heart…I knew you were gonna play dirty again.”                                     @textrigger / ♡.

               he  snickers,  lips  to  glass  with  a  burn  that’s  not  unpleasant  --  he  hasn’t  touched  the  stuff  in  a  long  time,  a  luxury  he’s  not  granted  (  much  like  her  peaceful  company  with  a  deck  of  cards  )  more  than  once  or  twice  a  lifetime.  he  treasures  it  for  what  it  is;  fleeting,  as  these  quiet  moments  always  would  be.  the  hand  shuffles,  he  almost  wants  to  prove  her  wrong  (  he’s  cheating,  he  knows  she  knows  ),  reveal  no  cards  up  his  sleeve,  no  plot  to  beat  her,  but  he  takes  to  giving  a  grin instead. 

          ❝  you’re  just  a  sore  loser.  ❞

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❛    don’t  HAND  it  to  me          i’ve  had  everything  handed  to  me ,  on  a  GOD  DAMN  silver  platter.  ❜                                       indie.  private  RAFE ADLER  uncharted  four / penned  by  jasper                                                                                                                                  (  credit  )    

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For several hours we lay there, last ones of our kind; harder days coming, maybe I don’t mind. Sounds kind of dumb when I say it, but it’s true, I would do anything for you. Open up the promise of the day, let me drive the dark things away. I will do what you ask me to do, because of how I feel about you.