I CAN'T LIVE LIKE THIS ANYMORE!!! continues not only living like this but in fact gets actively worse with time

who up wanting something they can never have

this is a safe space for those of us who bloom at our own pace. if you've never felt like you're too old to have not hit certain milestones then go away enough of life has been catered to you. come here my 20+ers who are dealing with the tribulations of developing at a pace out of sync with society

heyyy I did the bare minimum are you proud of me 🥺 did I do a good job am I good am I a good girl can you praise me please please please please please please please also pet me and hold me in your lap six hours minimum I've earned it thanks

mine all mine (joel miller x f!reader) part one

a @mrsmando x @swiftispunk collab ✨

summary: the weather in jackson takes a turn for the worse. you’re feeling anxious, resorting to your comforts in an effort to feel better. you’re waiting for the perfect remedy to return home from patrol: joel always knows how to make you feel good.

notes: this is the first chapter in a two-part series, authored by han and i (second part to be posted on her blog)! i feel so lucky to be able to collab w one of my biggest inspirations 🤍 also forever love to my bestie & beta, @macfrog 💫

warnings: age gap (28/50), jackson!joel, established relationship, canon divergent (joel will die aged 102 in his bed because i said so), anxious!reader, insinuation of SAD & ptsd, touch is their love language, cursing, facial wound, blood, mention of death, fluff, angsty, smutty thoughts & happenings. 18+, minors dni.

The rain is relentless. You’ve haven’t seen anything like it since you arrived in Jackson. It slashes sideways, pelting the windows of the Tipsy Bison as you wash glasses up inside, warm and dry in your refuge. The wind howls along the storefronts, echoing miserably in the empty spaces.

Lightening carves up the darkening sky, bursts of light amongst the grey cloud. The thunder feels loud enough to shake the buildings in their foundations, trembling beneath your feet.

The other day, me and a few others were talking to a teenage cousin of ours who had just entered the work force full-time. Incidentally, he had also just come back from his week of vacation. He was incredibly upset and near tears, saying that it is terrible how he has to spend every day working and his only "life" gets to happen in his designated 1-2 weeks off per year, and, in his words, "then you die."

A lot of the people listening in started laughing at him and saying that he needs to "grow up and get used to it." How brainwashed do you have to be to say these things, especially to a kid in distress? And especially when the kid is right? He is absolutely, 100% right.

We have so much evidence that this set up is not healthy physically or psychologically. We could absolutely find better ways to ensure things get done without making people feel like overused machines. Everything we do as humans should be about making our lives happier and easier so that we can enjoy this precious little time we have. Everything we do now is instead about making the select few happier while everyone else suffers.

Don't "grow up and get used to it." Keep that youthful feeling of injustice when you realize how unfair it all is. This is not natural. People made society this way and we can unmake it.

cant wait to decorate a home n make it cozy and beautiful and mine

I know I don't shut up about this but frankly not enough people are angry about the 5-day/40 hour workweek (and I am AWARE a lot of people work even more than that). I feel like a lot more people should be absolutely furious that we only really have two days a week and some occasional hours in the evening to socialise, run errands, do chores, or relax.

It's no wonder so many people are profoundly lonely and disconnected from their communities when maintaining a social life in what little free time we have is incredibly difficult. If you have kids, a second job, a very long commute, or other responsibilities, it's nearly impossible.

We literally aren't meant to live like this and I'll never stop being shocked how many people just take it as the natural state of things and don't want to throw a brick through a billionaire's window every time they think of it.

if I see one more goddamn person on my dash policing how other people choose to interact with content on this entirely customizable user experience of a site then I’m gonna lose my shit. like you’re out, you’re done, goodbye. I don’t have time or energy anymore.

im into some fucked up shit. raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. brown paper packages tied of with strings. i could go on but you couldnt even handle it

Don't let them clear their names.

Noah Schnapp :

staying close w people long distance really is about the mundane stuff. i get texts like "made quesadillas" "spilled mop water all over the floor :(" "lady on the bus has not one not two but three tiny dogs in her purse" andits like wow. i love you more than words can express

if you're not obsessed with anything weird and niche please try harder. stop going outside for a while. consider getting weirder about the things you already like

a safe haven | j. miller series

pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

series summary // When Joel and Ellie make their return back to Jackson, Wyoming to begin a new life, the last thing Joel expects is to catch the eye of the community's veterinarian. Young, beautiful, and married, you are exactly the type of woman that he should stay away from, but Joel can't help but be drawn to you like a moth to a flame. As you grow closer to both Joel and Ellie, you begin to learn all about the secrets they both carry—and they find out that you've been hiding a few secrets of your own.

supporting character face claims

** chapters containing smut

chapter one - sun to me

chapter two - dancing in the moonlight

chapter three - can’t help falling in love

drabble - the truth

chapter four - treacherous

chapter five - wildfire** (coming soon)

one thing i'm missing (joel miller/reader) PART THREE

As luck would have it, the resort was completely devoid of any major threats. The three of you quietly and carefully searched the cabins and welcome centre, weapons at the ready in case you came across any infected or other people who'd had the same idea you did. There were no signs that anyone had been living here or had even come across the place in the past twenty years; the only evidence of previous life was in the one infected Ellie had discovered, already long gone and practically melded into the wall of the main kitchen. She'd knifed it for good measure, taking maybe a little too much enjoyment out of it while you and Joel watched from a few feet away, giving each other a quick look of concern.

The kitchen itself was disgusting but most of the cupboards and pantries were fully stocked. You watched as Ellie gleefully shoved as many cans of beef ravioli as she could into her pack while Joel grabbed a few cans of tomato sauce and dry pasta.

“Looks like spaghetti's on the menu tonight,” he'd said with a smile, shaking the box of pasta in Ellie's direction, “You ever had spaghetti?”

“Nope, it's just tomatoes and noodles, right?”

“Well I used to make it with more veggies, some green peppers, mushroo-” he cut himself off, making a face, “But this'll do just fine.”

exception (pedro pascal x female reader)

summary: After filming a segment together for The Graham Norton Show in London, Pedro finds himself drawn to you and asks you out on a date.

pairing: Pedro Pascal x Female Singer Reader

warnings/tags: 18+ only. Cute, flirty!Pedro, age gap (reader is in her late twenties).

length: 3.6k

a/n: I've wanted to write something for Pedro, but I don't think I'll write him too well so I always talk myself out of it. Today, I finally had to scratch the itch. This might be the only Pedro thing I write since I have so much TLOU stuff going on. I wrote this in an hour and didn't get the chance to proofread, so apologies for any mistakes! Also, if you read my previous CE fics, you know I am a sucker for singer/celebrity reader.

February 2023; London, England

You’d just kicked off your high heels when you heard it; a light, almost too light you didn’t hear it, knock at the door of your dressing room.