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this visual is insaaaane 😍

Triple Frontier threesome with this Frankie and this Santi

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*huge deep breath* *inhumane screech out*

I want a photo booth picture of him sucking my nipples now

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the colour version is absolutely heinous.

i know why they first posted the b&w version of this because his brown eyes glinting with mischief and hornyness makes the whole thing legit criminal in all 195 countries BECAUSE IT KILLS PEOPLE. IT SHOOTS THEM IN THE GENITALS.

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Amazing fix-it fic ❤️❤️❤️

Healed Masterlist

"You saved his life. I'm asking you to help him keep it."

Joel Miller x Doctor Reader

Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Summary: After Joel's suffering at the hands of Abby, he survives. You, a new resident of Jackson, are tasked with healing him, bringing him back to life in more ways than one. Warnings: alternating pov, injury, eventual smut, mutual pining, fluff, domesticity in the apocalypse, joel survives, medical jargon, blood, sponge baths Chapters will have individual warnings.

Masterlist

Chapter 1 - Convalescence Chapter 2 - Awake Chapter 3- Steps Chapter 4- Listen Chapter 5- Adjust Chapter 6- Ground Chapter 7- Care

Healed, The Video Edit Healed Playlist

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drinking water when I have a headache should give instant relief. it should go away. what's even the point of drinking water if it can't do that

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He's still Tommy's older brother and that goof ball had to learn it from somewhere ❤️

Hot take here but let me rant a bit.

I get that fanfiction is for everyone to write whatever they want — and seriously, more power to the people doing their thing. But I swear, sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy with how saturated the Joel Miller tag has become with age gap stuff, dark!Joel, dbf!Joel, heavy smut, the whole package. It's everywhere — here, AO3, you name it.

And like, fine. I’m not saying those stories shouldn’t exist. Not everything has to be tailored to my preferences. I just feel like we’ve collectively taken Joel and stripped away everything that made him him. He's not just some possessive, cold, overbearing guy — he’s layered. He’s tired and guarded, yeah, but he’s also deeply loyal, quietly funny, and full of this raw, painful love.

I miss that Joel in fanfic. The one who fumbles through his feelings, who’s soft under all the gruffness, who loves hard even when he doesn’t know how to say it. I can’t be the only one who wants more of that — more canon-ish Joel, more soft grumpy dad energy, more awkwardly sweet moments instead of constant intensity and toxicity.

Just some thoughts.

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When You Build Your House, Then Call Me Home

Frankie Morales x AFAB!Fem!Reader

Masterlist : Triple Frontier Masterlist

Taglist

Summary: You are pregnant, and don't want to be.

Warnings: Abortion. Addiction. Explicit mentions of drug use. Pregnancy ofc.

A/N: Thank you to my beloved @toxicanonymity for encouraging me with this, and for being so outspoken about abortion access, how it effects lgbt, poor, and POC people different, sharing resources for access etc. Thank you to EVERYONE in this tumblr fanfiction community who has come together to make it clear they do think abortion is murder, and it is healthcare. I don't know who all has personal reasons, but I do.

A/N2: This fic is from the perspective of "I want this with you, but now now" I plan to write another of the perspective of "we know we both dont want kids, it's an easy choice, but all these factors (protestors, medical lies etc) make it harder" Sometimes it's a difficult choice to abort. Sometimes it isn't

Resources and some myths linked

Enough yapping.

***

You couldn’t look at the test results. 

On the floor of the bathroom, you stared up at the counter where the blue tip hung off the edge. You still had piss on your fingers from taking it, and you were pretty sure there was still coke on the counter from last weekend’s rager. God knows you’d been too high or in a stupor to do anything but drag yourself to work. Frankie was too far in the same state to clean either. It’d been going like this for months, worse and worse every week…

Now was not the time for a baby. 

By the time you heard Frankie’s voice approach, it was too late to realize you hadn’t locked the door.

“And Ben says he-” Frankie stopped, a look of concern on his face at seeing you dead-eyed on the bathroom floor; the room was so small, the door opening grazed your toes. “I gotta go, she’s taking a pregnancy test.” Yup, definitely high if he’s saying that outloud to Santi.

‘Wait, what-’ But Frankie hung up, practically throwing his phone blindly. It clattered against the sink as Frankie dropped to his knees. The cheap linoleum floors that had been bubbling up creaked under him.

“Baby…” He hands on your bunched up knees. “You’re pregnant?”

You wish you could say you felt anything at the confirmation of your fears, but you knew already. In your gut, you knew. “That what it said?” You let go a breath when he nods.

“Two lines, right?” His gaze is unsteady, but it’s soft. You reach out, guiding him to sit down for fear he’s going to fall over. You both confirm each other: yes, it showed two lines. Yes, two lines mean pregnant. A smile grew on his face. “We’re having a baby.”

But instead of warmth, your face whips to him. “We can’t have a baby, Frankie.”

Confusion blisters his face. “I mean… there is one. Already.”

“It’s not a baby.” You snap at him. “It’s a fetus. And we don’t have to have it.”

Whatever he’s on that created the cloud lifted. His face fell. “Oh. Right.”

Tears prickled at your eyes, feeling like he was disappointed in you. “Francisco Morales, don’t you dare make me feel guilty about this.”

Frankie scrambles to sit up, unsteady but his eyes wide with worry. “I’m not! Baby, I’m not, I swear.” He was earnest. You know where Frankie stood on abortion; your body, your choice. You also know you and him talked so often about having children together, this must be a shock.  He takes a hand, kissing your knuckle. You don’t tell him you haven't washed yet. Might be the wrong hand anyway, you are sure anymore. “I just think… we could do this, you know? I’ll get sober, we can get sober. I’ll get a real fucking job, stop the parties… Santi said we could stay with him for a bit if we were sober… save up a little for the baby?”

You would need to save up a lot more than a little. You had $27.53 in your bank right now. You sigh. “Frankie…”

“I bet he’d let us stay a while too. Will could probably help me get some help at the VA”

Your eyes close. “Frankie.”

“Ben might know a good job too, if I’m sober. He knows a lot of peo-”

“Frankie!” Your voice is louder than you want it to be. You grip his hand back, only realizing your nails are digging into his skin. You wonder if he can even feel it.

“We can’t have a baby right now! No amount of help from your friend is going to change the fact we are drug addicts. We can’t just- we can’t quit magically! It takes time! I’m what, 4 weeks? How much fucking drugs do you think I’ve had already? I can’t go through withdrawals and detox like this! I can’t be a new mom and be what, 8 months sober? Jesus Frankie, you aren’t even supposed to start a new relationship until into sobriety minimum! You think a baby is better?” His eyes are large and sad, but understanding is seeping in. “I’m high right now, Frankie.” You couldn’t take the test sober.

The reality settled onto his face. Still holding your hand, he sat beside you this time. You both looked out the open door, to the cracked wall of the studio apartment. 

“Yeah. I am too.” A beat before he spoke, a little more steady now. “You’re right. It’s not my choice to make, but I support you. It’s the right choice.”

You rest your head on Frankie’s shoulder. He’s thinner than he used to be, but still strong. “I want this life with you. I do. I love you, more than anything I’ve ever known, my sweet, sweet man. I’m not keeping it… but are you serious about getting sober?”

“Yes.” He was firm, definitive. His head rested on yours. “I’ll get sober.”

A deep breath. “We’ll have to ask Santi to visit him. I’m probably at 6 weeks. Heartbeat. All that.”

He nods. “He’ll understand.” And you knew he would. Santi lived in a blue state. They’d keep it under wraps, only tell Santi. They wouldn’t even really need to tell Santi at all, but you’d want to stay a few days to recover and you felt wrong doing that without explanation. Besides, you weren’t ashamed. It was healthcare, and you were doing what’s best for you. For Frankie. For your lives and family together.

“I want a family with you. Children.” You blurt out. “We can do it. I know we can. We’re gonna get better.”

Frankie kissed the top of your head. “Yeah baby, you’re gonna get better.”

*

Santi is driving. You and Frankie in the back seat. Suitcases in the trunk.

It was your drop off first. St. Monica’s would help you through detox, something Frankie was scared to leave you alone for. He’d held you through many before, but this was something you had to go alone. You’d had your abortion, and Santi wanted to help you guys get on your feet. Santi would take Frankie to his treatment center next. After giving you a hug and a sincere goodbye, he sat in the car while Frankie held you.

“I’m gonna get better for us, okay baby? I’m gonna be the man you need, from now on.”

Tears wet the flannel your face was buried into.

“Me too. We’re better together, as a team. We’re gonna be there for each other. Always.”

His hug was tight enough it felt like he might never let go. He never did, not really. When you focused on getting better, it wasn’t always easy in the rehab center… But when you closed your eyes, you could still feel that last hug, and you knew he’d be right there waiting when you both got out. Better, and ready to start a new life.

***

It's not a heartbeat

Abortion resources (thanks Tox and @dark-scape for sharing these)

LGBT and abortion

Abortion as an economic issue

Where to donate

Indigenous women rising rain fund

Adriana Smith fundraiser

Other perspectives

Indigenous perspective on abortion

Reform Judism perspective on abortion

Asian countries and abortion

Progressive christian pro choice

Islam and abortion (Debate among leaders, but generally more open than the fear mongering right would have you beleive. I know less about these arguments than I do Christianity and Judaism, so if anyone else has resources hmu.)

Thank you all for reading! I'll keep my asks open for now incase anyone wants to share their story but if I get nonsense, I'm closing it.

You won't change my mind on abortion. I co-founded an anti-choice youth group as a teen. I know all the talking points, propaganda, and lies. I changed my mind.

If you got the abortion you wanted, I'm proud of you.

Shout out Haru bc when I sent this header to the server you asked if frankie was having an abortion and given my toe dipped into mpreg i wouldn't put it past me.

to show I’m putting my money where my mouth is I may respond to comments but im largly on hiatus still i just felt the need to post this today.

regular tags (i know this can be triggering or not someones cup of tea so its okay to not read!): @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @pedge-page @hornystan @mani-pedro @femmeanonymelives

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he tucked his tie into his shirt so he could see the way my pussy swallows his cock better 😌 and when he thought he fucked the brat out of me, i come at him with that “that’s all you’ve got, professor?” so he rolls up his sleeves and opens his fly again.

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also escape rooms are fun af

i've stated this previously, but escape room on the first date is truly the way

you get to see

how they act under pressure

if they value your opinion/input

if they can collaborate and communicate

how they act if they're frustrated

potentially: how they act when they're disappointed/mad

save time

start going to escape rooms

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Good morning fellow haters, fat girls, acid reflux havers, bisexuals, 9-5ers, believers in the power of love, and girls who vape on the bus

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I'm still living here if anyone asks. Unavailable. Mentally unstable. Don't ask if I'm okay.

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this ↑↑↑

what a beautiful day to not give a flying fuck about the sexuality of a dude who's an actor.

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i just wanna know - what is he TRYING to do here??? 🤔 if not send us spiralling into our own imagination... because at this point I think he's doing it on purpose 😭

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his eyes. his smile. i am fucking floored. he's so unfairly hot i can't take it. so supremely not okay.

I'm crazy about this, sexiest man ever.

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What a wild thing to specifically include - I wonder if Pedro said they could just say it was his own underwear rather than giving them the brand of where he got them from. *Sigh* I love him.

Underwear, his own.

There’s something so intimate (and slutty?) about knowing he’s wearing his own underwear in this photo. I may never recover from this moment.

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PEDRO PASCAL photographed Sølve Sundsbø for Vanity Fair (July/August 2025)

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he needs to pack it in with the arms I stg