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the thing about ellie — and i've been obsessed for years nonstop — is that her FACE CARD? absolutely LETHAL. perfect in EVERY angle. could pay the external debt of argentina 50 times. the green eyes. the freckles. the nose. the lips. like WHO designed her?? what kind of lesbian god was on duty that day?? it makes no sense. and don’t even get me started on ashley johnson having the exact same face card energy — different but the same but equally deadly.

i need her face tatted, framed, screenprinted, projected on the walls of my house like the gay religious iconography it is.

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What are you gonna major in??

im not too sure rn so for now im js gonna focus on prereqs :/ though i AM thinking abt something in journalism/writing/psychology bc ive dabbled in that junk before LOL

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PLEASEEE more caught in your web 🙏🙏🙏

AH IVE BEEN SO BURNED OUT IM SORRY YALL WORK HAS BEEN KICKING MY ASS AND IM TRYING TO APPLY TO COLLEGE

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this will be out probably tmrw, i’m going to the movies tn so won’t be able to write :0

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gotta love tumblr ads

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working on a dom!goth!reader x ellie and GUYS ITS ALREADY SO LONG IM SO SORRY HAHA

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i’m straight but read lesbian fan fiction…idk what that makes me i feel like imposing on a secret club when im reading ellie fics 😭😭😭😭

THIS MADE ME LAUGH LOL but i think it’s fine as long as you’re not like fetishizing it the way some people do :) i mean i have straight friends who follow this blog js bc they like yuri n wlw stuff bc they like romance as a whole :D

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i WILL be getting motivation to write a to all the boys i’ve loved before fic w ellie in it (im so burnt out it’s crazy)

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i honestly wasn’t expecting this to get more than ten notes so ty all for the notes <3

it’s completely fine if ur uncomfortable w writing for this topic butttt if not, can you do reader with religious trauma x gf ellie?? <33

a/n: i’m so so sorry for responding to these request late! this is such a sweet request :0 i went to a religious school for awhile, at the school they constantly reiterated that if we liked the same sex, we were doomed to hell and this made me very paranoid for the longest time and i lashed out in so many ways so this prompt hits VERY close to home. thank you so much for your request, love <3 i hope that in the time it took me to get to this request, you’ve found some sort of peace of mind and i hope this can give you some comfort <3 I will be doing this from a ex-christian’s pov because it’s what I can relate to best, so sorry if it isn’t the way you wanted it! I still hope it resonates with you in some capacity.

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If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination; they shall surely be put to death; their blood is upon them.

Leviticus 20:13, that verse plagued your existence. You had it memorized, of course, how could you not? The pastor only made you write it out a million times when she suspected that your relationship with one of your friends was more than sisterhood. It took you a very, very long time to work past the trauma, every time you thought about being with another some, your cheeks would warm and your heart would flutter but.. in the back of your mind, that verse would echo like a a broken record, reminding you that the same God who loved you, didn’t love you enough to let you love who you want to love.

For awhile, you thought you could ignore the idea of being with another woman, you forced yourself to go on dates with boys in button up collared shirts and stories about how they took their youth club to a play about the nativity or something along those lines. You played the perfect part, skirts past your knees, hair up in a neat bun, nude nail polish, and a bible in hand, attending church every Sunday like it was a vice.

Everything was fine, you convinced yourself but your perfect church girl facade went out the window when you saw her. You had never seen her before, she stood behind a gruff looking man, rubbing the back of her neck and wrinkling her nose at the stuffy church ladies tutting over her ‘boyish’ appearance.

You later came to learn that her name was Ellie Williams, adopted um.. something of Joel Miller, the church handyman and local contractor. She didn’t show up to the services, only came to assist Joel with a broken sink, a fence that needed mending, and whatever crap the church ladies would spew just so that they could get a glimpse of Joel.

You tried not to pay any attention to her, she didn’t look like the typical church goer type. She didn’t mind cussing around the church (though she never cussed IN church because that would mean a smack upside the head from Joel), usually walked in with a bad case of bed head and tired look in her eyes, and most importantly didn’t hid the little pride flag on her bag.

The pin was small, small enough that the other attendees didn’t notice but you did. The little plastic pin gleamed in the fluorescent lighting like it was mocking you, calling your eyes towards it.

“What, you like the pin?”

Your eyes darted up to the auburnette in front of you, your cheeks warmed and you cleared your throat, “U-um, not particularly.. I-I was just looking, that’s all,” you averted your eyes back to the broken sink.

That was how the two of you started talking, she’d say a teasing comment here and there when Joel and his fan club weren’t around. Sometimes, Ellie would even say something as small as ‘I like your hair like that’ and it would send your heart racing. Still, you chalked up your dumb feelings to being ‘just friends.’

Lucky enough for you, Ellie was patient, she didn’t mind playing the long game, hell, she even thought it was a little cute when you’d stammer over your words, your hand fiddling with the cross around your neck, and your eyes looking anywhere else but her like you were trying to recall some scripture they taught you in Sunday school. Hell, she didn’t even mind the way you lashed out at her the first time she kissed you because she could still see the pink of your cheeks in the dim lighting in her room.

After much thinking and wrestling with your own faith, you found yourself back at her doorstep, cross necklace back home in your bedside drawer and Leviticus 20:13 no longer echoeing in the back of your mind because right then, all you could think about was how could something as tender as a kiss be an ‘abomination.’

Ellie didn’t mind taking it slow with you, she listened intently as you said about how you didn’t know if this is right but then you’d look at her with this big glassy eyes and tell her that you’ve never felt this way about anyone else before, not even Jedediah Noah Christianson.

Ellie didn’t even mind hiding your relationship, she knew how hard it was for you to leave your church, even if some of the congregation were the very same people who told you that you were going to hell for looking at another girl, the way you were supposed to look at a man.

She was patient, she’d sneak kisses from you in the back of the church before you went to assist with the Sunday school kids, she helped you clean up after potlucks, made up more excuses to visit the church like needing to fix a broken valve or whatever. Hell, she even dressed more ‘church-girl-chique’ if it meant your very religious and uptight parents would let her spend the night. (A/N: unfortunately, she’d look very male gaze ellie here… but shes doing it for YOU… be grateful :()

When the time came and you came out to your folks, she was right there beside you. She rolled her eyes when your mother began to cry and say ‘I never wanted this to you’ then let out a scoff when your dad called you some very mean words, she even bit back with some words of her own before taking you to your bedroom and helping you pack a few bags, saying that there was no way in hell, she was letting you stay in that house any longer.

That night, she let your rest your head against her chest, her slender fingers raking through your hair as you sniffled, mumbling about how you never want to see your parents again and how you don’t want to go back to that place ever again.

After a few more months together, you finally allowed yourself to give into Ellie, though, the words of your parents and pastors still played, you learned to shut them out by focusing on Ellie. Though, every now and then, the words would get loud, too loud. Maybe you lashed out, sunk back into verses about homosexuality, or just clammed up, either way, Ellie was there. She waited for you, whether you yelled, holed up with a bible, or shut her out, she waited. Sometimes, she would even sit with you and play her guitar, hoping that the gentle strums of the strings were louder than your words.

Then when you slowly came back to her, tearful and muttering out apology after apology, she’d smile softly and tell you, “babe, there’s nothin to be sorry about, it’s not your fault. You know, I’ll still love, yeah? It’s alright, come here.”

“Both of them have committed an abomination,” you muttered out the verse to Ellie, your hands playing with the buttons on her flannel.

“An abomination, huh? That’s a pretty weird way of saying they loved each other,” Ellie chuckled at her own cheap joke before pressing a small kiss against your forehead, “Does this feel like an abomination?”

You couldn’t help but giggle softly, your fingers still tracing the buttons but with less anxiety and more fondness, “You’re such a dork.”

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yall when i post:

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why did i find a man on my blog…why would a man be here…

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would yall want teacher!ellie x divorced or single mom!reader ? it’d be in headcanon form bc im still lazy and am putting most of my energy into a new part of casual :0

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guys can yall send more date ideas for me to write about in between fics, thanks <3

𝕒𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕦𝕞 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕖𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 🫧

ellie w x reader | headcanons

tlou masterlist

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˖°𓇼 ellie loves museums, planetariums, zoos, so when you suggest that the two of you should go to a new aquarium, she’s ecstatic

˖°𓇼 you both don’t want to go when there’s too many people, so you wait awhile for people to get tired of the new attraction which gives ellie plenty of time to brush up on her aquatic knowledge

˖°𓇼 you don’t even bother to book a tour because you know that ellie will be acting as your very own tour guide

˖°𓇼 ellie is so excited when she’s getting ready, she even wears a shirt with a shark on it and a blue flannel

˖°𓇼 when you arrive, she practically pushes her way through the crowd, dragging you along

˖°𓇼 as soon as you step inside, she’s bombarding you with fun facts and cockily telling you the diet of every single thing that swims by

˖°𓇼 (at one point she gets into an argument with a nearby tour guide because they said that sharks are very dangerous animals who’s only instinct is to kill so, naturally, ellie just HAS to defend their honour)

˖°𓇼 she spends at least five minutes in each room, which you don’t mind because it’s cute seeing her this excited about something that isn’t comic books or stars

˖°𓇼 when you get to the jelly fish exhibit and you get all excited, going up to the glass, ellie can help but stare at you, the way the changing lights make you look like a mermaid

˖°𓇼 she pulls you into a deep kiss, it’s such a beautiful moment, the jellyfish creating a calm and almost angelic environment and the way ellie’s hands grip your waist, you love it

˖°𓇼 the two of you reach the end of the tour and decide to go to a gift shop before leaving

˖°𓇼 ellie can’t decide what to get so she ends up getting a few things: a sweater with a shark on it, a otter stuffed animal, and she buys the two of you matching jellyfish keychains ♡

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[a/n] if yall want you can dm me/send asks abt what other dates you would want me to write! (also tysm for all the likes on my other posts!!)

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notice for comfort fics: i will write pretty much anything, i’m not triggered by much given that i’ve healed for the most part so please dont hesitate to send comfort fic requests!

i’ve already received one for anorexia and another for social anxiety though and will be working on these soon :)

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it’s completely fine if ur uncomfortable w writing for this topic butttt if not, can you do reader with religious trauma x gf ellie?? <33

a/n: i’m so so sorry for responding to these request late! this is such a sweet request :0 i went to a religious school for awhile, at the school they constantly reiterated that if we liked the same sex, we were doomed to hell and this made me very paranoid for the longest time and i lashed out in so many ways so this prompt hits VERY close to home. thank you so much for your request, love <3 i hope that in the time it took me to get to this request, you’ve found some sort of peace of mind and i hope this can give you some comfort <3 I will be doing this from a ex-christian’s pov because it’s what I can relate to best, so sorry if it isn’t the way you wanted it! I still hope it resonates with you in some capacity.

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶

If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination; they shall surely be put to death; their blood is upon them.

Leviticus 20:13, that verse plagued your existence. You had it memorized, of course, how could you not? The pastor only made you write it out a million times when she suspected that your relationship with one of your friends was more than sisterhood. It took you a very, very long time to work past the trauma, every time you thought about being with another some, your cheeks would warm and your heart would flutter but.. in the back of your mind, that verse would echo like a a broken record, reminding you that the same God who loved you, didn’t love you enough to let you love who you want to love.

For awhile, you thought you could ignore the idea of being with another woman, you forced yourself to go on dates with boys in button up collared shirts and stories about how they took their youth club to a play about the nativity or something along those lines. You played the perfect part, skirts past your knees, hair up in a neat bun, nude nail polish, and a bible in hand, attending church every Sunday like it was a vice.

Everything was fine, you convinced yourself but your perfect church girl facade went out the window when you saw her. You had never seen her before, she stood behind a gruff looking man, rubbing the back of her neck and wrinkling her nose at the stuffy church ladies tutting over her ‘boyish’ appearance.

You later came to learn that her name was Ellie Williams, adopted um.. something of Joel Miller, the church handyman and local contractor. She didn’t show up to the services, only came to assist Joel with a broken sink, a fence that needed mending, and whatever crap the church ladies would spew just so that they could get a glimpse of Joel.

You tried not to pay any attention to her, she didn’t look like the typical church goer type. She didn’t mind cussing around the church (though she never cussed IN church because that would mean a smack upside the head from Joel), usually walked in with a bad case of bed head and tired look in her eyes, and most importantly didn’t hid the little pride flag on her bag.

The pin was small, small enough that the other attendees didn’t notice but you did. The little plastic pin gleamed in the fluorescent lighting like it was mocking you, calling your eyes towards it.

“What, you like the pin?”

Your eyes darted up to the auburnette in front of you, your cheeks warmed and you cleared your throat, “U-um, not particularly.. I-I was just looking, that’s all,” you averted your eyes back to the broken sink.

That was how the two of you started talking, she’d say a teasing comment here and there when Joel and his fan club weren’t around. Sometimes, Ellie would even say something as small as ‘I like your hair like that’ and it would send your heart racing. Still, you chalked up your dumb feelings to being ‘just friends.’

Lucky enough for you, Ellie was patient, she didn’t mind playing the long game, hell, she even thought it was a little cute when you’d stammer over your words, your hand fiddling with the cross around your neck, and your eyes looking anywhere else but her like you were trying to recall some scripture they taught you in Sunday school. Hell, she didn’t even mind the way you lashed out at her the first time she kissed you because she could still see the pink of your cheeks in the dim lighting in her room.

After much thinking and wrestling with your own faith, you found yourself back at her doorstep, cross necklace back home in your bedside drawer and Leviticus 20:13 no longer echoeing in the back of your mind because right then, all you could think about was how could something as tender as a kiss be an ‘abomination.’

Ellie didn’t mind taking it slow with you, she listened intently as you said about how you didn’t know if this is right but then you’d look at her with this big glassy eyes and tell her that you’ve never felt this way about anyone else before, not even Jedediah Noah Christianson.

Ellie didn’t even mind hiding your relationship, she knew how hard it was for you to leave your church, even if some of the congregation were the very same people who told you that you were going to hell for looking at another girl, the way you were supposed to look at a man.

She was patient, she’d sneak kisses from you in the back of the church before you went to assist with the Sunday school kids, she helped you clean up after potlucks, made up more excuses to visit the church like needing to fix a broken valve or whatever. Hell, she even dressed more ‘church-girl-chique’ if it meant your very religious and uptight parents would let her spend the night. (A/N: unfortunately, she’d look very male gaze ellie here… but shes doing it for YOU… be grateful :()

When the time came and you came out to your folks, she was right there beside you. She rolled her eyes when your mother began to cry and say ‘I never wanted this to you’ then let out a scoff when your dad called you some very mean words, she even bit back with some words of her own before taking you to your bedroom and helping you pack a few bags, saying that there was no way in hell, she was letting you stay in that house any longer.

That night, she let your rest your head against her chest, her slender fingers raking through your hair as you sniffled, mumbling about how you never want to see your parents again and how you don’t want to go back to that place ever again.

After a few more months together, you finally allowed yourself to give into Ellie, though, the words of your parents and pastors still played, you learned to shut them out by focusing on Ellie. Though, every now and then, the words would get loud, too loud. Maybe you lashed out, sunk back into verses about homosexuality, or just clammed up, either way, Ellie was there. She waited for you, whether you yelled, holed up with a bible, or shut her out, she waited. Sometimes, she would even sit with you and play her guitar, hoping that the gentle strums of the strings were louder than your words.

Then when you slowly came back to her, tearful and muttering out apology after apology, she’d smile softly and tell you, “babe, there’s nothin to be sorry about, it’s not your fault. You know, I’ll still love, yeah? It’s alright, come here.”

“Both of them have committed an abomination,” you muttered out the verse to Ellie, your hands playing with the buttons on her flannel.

“An abomination, huh? That’s a pretty weird way of saying they loved each other,” Ellie chuckled at her own cheap joke before pressing a small kiss against your forehead, “Does this feel like an abomination?”

You couldn’t help but giggle softly, your fingers still tracing the buttons but with less anxiety and more fondness, “You’re such a dork.”

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chat i dont proof read ANYTHING because i cringe at my own writing so corrections are VERY much appreciated

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i got a ellie hoodie and it arrived in the mail today :0 ‘twas worth the three month wait like GUYS ITS SO SOFT and it has her tattoo on the sleeve and some symbols embroidered on the front :p