Mandalorian helmets.
The Mandalorian - Season 3
Happy Valentine’s Day. ❤️
You laughed, motherfucker I didn’t laugh.
PEDRO PASCAL as JOEL MILLER THE LAST OF US | 1.04 PLEASE HOLD ON TO MY HAND
DAD® mode activated
Yes, I love DILFs. Yes, they’re all played by Pedro Pascal.
Fated
Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader (no y/n)
Rating: T
Word Count: 3,770
Warnings: cursing, mild descriptions of violence, 3rd person POV, enemies to lovers, soulmarks, takes place before the events of The Last of Us while Joel is still a smuggler
Summary: Joel finds a woman holed up in an abandoned pharmacy while on a job and notices a very familiar mark on her arm.
It wasn’t supposed to end up like this, Joel thought to himself. It was supposed to be a simple bounty hunt, and look what you ended up with.
To his credit, he hadn’t anticipated the job to begin with - Tess had brought it to his attention, telling him a nearby group of scavengers were looking to nab the person that had ransacked their supplies the night before, and that they had promised to pay handsomely.
“Said they’ll give us a cut of what we bring back,” Tess had said. “More, provided we bring the thief back with us. The supplies will last us for weeks, Joel. We’d be stupid to pass it up.”
They’d gone into the nearby town, splitting up to cover more ground. Scavenger types were known to be less generous as time went on, and Joel knew that if they took too long to recover the stolen goods, they may as well kiss their promised reward goodbye.
Joel had found their mark holed up in an abandoned, long-ago-ransacked pharmacy near the middle of town.
“Feral” was the only proper way Joel could think to describe her - she didn’t speak two words to him when he happened upon her, she’d just withdrawn a bit into herself, bared her teeth, and aimed an axe at him. At first he’d wondered if he’d simply stumbled across another innocent survivor, someone who’d been on their own for however many years since the world had gone to hell and had nothing to do with the scavengers’ pilfered wares. But the pile of food and meds behind her had said otherwise.
“Gotcha.”
He’d taken a couple slow steps towards her, gun and flashlight aimed and ready, when she’d spoken.
“Come any closer and I’ll gut you like a goddamn fish.”
She had fight in her, he had to give her that.
“Somethin’ tells me that stuff ain’t yours.”
“Is now.”
He didn’t have time for this.
“...Look,” Joel had said after heaving an annoyed sigh, “I’ve got my orders, and you’ve got those supplies you stole. There’s a bounty on your head too, but if you just cooperate, maybe we can make a deal-”
He hadn’t had time to finish speaking, because she’d lunged at him, swinging her axe. He’d dodged the first couple of swings, then grabbed the weapon by the handle.
There, with her arm outstretched, is when he’d noticed it.
On her arm, barely visible in the dark and beneath the layer of grime that everyone had come to accumulate since the infection spread, was a symbol that was all too familiar to him.
A soulmark.
Something everyone possessed, and it was said that the other person who bore the same mark was to be your soulmate. It had been part of the reason for his ex-wife’s split from him - she simply hadn’t been able to bring herself to stay married and raise a child with someone whose image was different from hers. At first, he’d done what most others did; scoured the databases, hired matchmakers to try and find his mate. But they’d all come up empty, and after long enough without a lead, he’d stopped trying. He’d gone through the apocalypse not caring in the slightest whether or not someone out there wore the same mark as him.
And now here it was, staring him in the face, on the arm of a woman who was swinging an axe at him like it was her job.
It was supposed to be a simple bounty hunt, and look what you ended up with.
Closer
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader
Summary: You and Joel grow closer after you arrive in Boston.
Word Count: 5.4k
Rating: Explicit, 18+. Minors DNI.
Warnings: canon-typical violence/death, assault, lil bit of angst, lowkey pining, getting together, fwb-to-lovers, soft!Joel Miller, alcohol consumption and drug use, explicit sex (fingering, unprotected p-in-v, f receiving oral, lil bit of consenual somno, dom/sub vibes, dom!Joel, sub!reader, teasing, rough sex, spit play, come play, dirty talk like WHOA, soft aftercare, i thiiiiiiink that's it idk i might have missed something bc there is A LOT here ok)
A/N: ok so i saw this gifset and the last gif took me OUT then I heard Closer by Nine Inch Nails on tik tok and my inner whore took over and she wrote this. The chokehold this man has on me is REAL and MIGHTY. anywho my first pedro boy fic! huge huge HUGE shoutout & thank u to @pedrito-friskito for looking this over for me 🥺💗 luv u bby
Things between you and Joel had started out simple enough.
You’d met him not long after you’d arrived in Boston, during your first shift disposing of infected bodies. He kept to himself, not interacting with you beyond a curt nod of acknowledgment when you introduced yourself at the beginning of the day. But you hadn’t missed the way his eyes stayed on you throughout your shared shift. His gaze was curious, almost, like he was studying you. You hadn’t blamed him for it, even though he did kind of make you feel like a bug under a microscope; you were a newcomer, and newcomers often meant trouble. He hadn’t seemed like the type of guy that took too kindly to trouble.
Iron Man (2008) dir. Jon Favreau
When We Drink Cold Water
Summary: You made yourself look up, locking eyes with Joel before you were suddenly plunged into a new world of cold and darkness. You tried to swim back up to the surface, but it was as if the ice-cold water didn’t want you to leave. Something was pulling you back down, further away from the much needed air, further away from Joel.
Pairing: Joel Miller × f!reader
Word Count: 3,450
Warnings: Guns, blood, canon-typical violence, near death experiences, choking, almost drowning, angst, and possible hypothermia
A/N: The Last of Us has taken a hold of my life as you can see, so of course I had to write a fic for my grumpy old man! This is my first time writing for Joel, so I apologize if I don’t capture him perfectly yet. I hope you all enjoy it!!
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the mandalorian season 3 trailer (2023)
August 11th, 2022 marks the 15th Anniversary of the Film | STARDUST (2007) dir. M. Vaugn
FUN FACT | The Director wanted to make a Stardust sequel. His vision: The opening scene was Charlie Cox’s character, being the king and throwing out the necklace. This time the necklace goes over the wall and bounces off Big Ben, and you’re suddenly in London in the early 1960s, with these mad kings and princes and princesses running around London. All on the quest for the stone. That was my idea for the sequel, but sadly the film didn’t make enough money for anyone to want to make it. That was a shame.
“She had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned romance as she grew older: the natural sequel of an unnatural beginning.” — Jane Austen, Persuasion.
Daisy Ridley training for Star Wars: The Last Jedi ✰
what's beautiful and terrible about jyn and cassian is that sort of... realization? acceptance? at the end that they found their person but they wouldn't get time. they know they'll never have the space to be in love and come together. and yet, there's still something oddly comforting about two people who were so lonely and isolated dying knowing that they found someone they could be with. they knew they wouldn't be together, that wasn't what fate had in store. but knowing there was someone who saw them, who they could have had a life with... that's not nothing for two people who lived most of their lives as outsiders, who felt they could never belong anywhere. rogue one is choosing to believe someone is listening, what you're doing matters even if you don't get to see the impact it has. and their romance that never gets to be just plays into that so well for me? they never got to be together but there was someone. there was someone, and they knew.
SEBASTIAN STAN 28th Critics’ Choice Awards January 15th, 2023, Los Angeles
#she’s just like me
THE LAST OF US 1.01: When You’re Lost in the Darkness
Annoying that dairy products are demonized as Unnatural and Disgusting when it's actually kinda neat that humans figured out a way to fulfill omnivorous nutritional requirements without killing any animals (and populations historically dependent on dairy even evolved lactase persistence!). This is biopunk to me
I've seen weird memes and stuff like "Milk is BODILY FLUID that came from a COW" and the fact that people exist that would find this distressing concerns me.
Y'all are not going to like learning what fruits are...
A fruit is an OVARY that because SWOLLEN AND ENLARGED after PLANT GENITALS were rubbed in PLANT SPERM by a BUG