#AND MEANWHILE….. JOEL……….

[gummiix]

The need is so bad that I can’t go one moment of mind wandering without thinking of that One Lesbian Weed Scene from The Last of Us pt II. Iykyk…. (suffering)

[dredgesnails]

hermitcraft season 10 and water

1. grian and gem are haunted (infected…?) by the ocean

2. false is the mary poppins of rivers. her briefcase is waterlogged

3. pearl and xb are fish

4. mumbo is growing gills

5. beef and skizz are henchmen for the salmon mafia

6. doc is in a swamp (and being terrorised by said salmon mafia)

7. keralis is on a boat :)

8. joel has a shrine for axolotl ocean queen lizzie ldshadowlady [NEW!]

[theminecraftbee]

Joel squints up at the tiny block island, hanging high over the server. He turns around and squints at Pearl. She squints back. He's not entirely sure why she does that, and it's enough to make him pause and raise an eyebrow, but it is Pearl, so... reason might not be involved? Whatever.

"Yes, Joel?" Pearl asks.

"Was that Doc crying about the llama just now?" Joel asks.

"Yeah," Pearl says.

"Just--absolutely sobbing. Most anxious man I've ever seen. About riding a llama."

"To be fair, he hates skyblock," Pearl says.

"Right," Joel says.

He squints back up at the skyblock.

"Er, okay, so you're also sort of new, yeah? Like, only joined in season eight and all? Know it's been a few years, so new probably isn't quite the right word, but..." Joel says, trying to figure out how to phrase his question.

"Yes, I am," Pearl agrees.

Joel looks between the island, and Pearl, and Pearl's shop, and the llama, and the island, and Pearl. He takes a minute to gather his thoughts.

"So, er, why are we supposed to act afraid of him?" he asks.

"Oh, nobody knows," Pearl says wisely.

"Ah, right then. Carry on," Joel says with as much sarcasm as he can muster, then he wanders off to continue his shopping. Bloody bizarre server, this is, never met a goat this strange on a different server. Honestly.

[10piecechickenmcnugget]

one of these days on a rp server lizzie should do a bit where she’s like “damn all these people are fucked in the head as opposed to me, who is completely normal. i should fix this” and open a therapy business where she spends 3 hours building an adorable little house and advertising her therapy business and then she gives absolutely awful advice and prescribes like potions of harming as antidepressants. and she charges by the minute

[rosegoldenatlas]

I don't watch iskall. But ohmygod I didn't know he was that obsessed with Joel what the fuck. I just watched Joel's new video and fucking hell iskall are you trying to compete with Etho, Jimmy, Sausage, and Lizzie for Joel?? BecaUSE THIS IS HOW YOU DO THAT.

[pettyprocrastination]

whoever this beloved anon was I am so touched by your kindness! You definitely didn’t have to do this but I am so happy you enjoy this idea and I will happily expand upon it for you!

this is just a collection of word vomit bullet points for the time being but I will happily answer any and all questions about this pair!!

warnings: violence, angst, child death (Sarah Miller), foul language, the same warnings that apply to tlou, reader is Sarah's mom and described as having similar features to her. 

So the general Idea is that you and Joel are happily married before the outbreak. 

You had been Sarah's mother, his high school sweetheart he got pregnant when neither of you were old enough to have any reaction to the pregnancy test other than a fucking panic attack in one another’s arms. but you made it work 

you both worked but made time for one another and your sweet girl, going to museums every other weekend and joel insisting on swooping you off for a date every now and then 

nothing special. He knows you’re more of a diner gal than anything too fancy that makes you both feel out of place. 

On his birthday in 2003, you had planned to tell him that you were pregnant again. But the memories of your own fears of motherhood from all those years ago begin to swirl through your head again and you get cold feel. deciding to tell him the morning after

it is his birthday afterall, you want to focus on him. 

but when you’re woken up in the middle of the night because tommy needs to get bailed out, Joel kisses you sweetly one last time before promising he’ll be back and you can’t shake the feeling that something bad is happening. 

its you that shakes sarah awake that night. shouting at her to put on her shoes when she’s still rubbing the sleep from her eyes because you’ve been listening to the radio for the past two hours, calling joel again and again and again praying for him to fucking pick up but to no avail. 

Sarah, bless your little girl’s bleeding heart is the one who insists you check on the adler’s against your better suspicions and when you find the eldest looming over her daughter, blood and sinew dripping from her mouth, you grab your daughter hand and burst into a full sprint until something slams into your back and sends you tumbling onto their front lawn

its how joel finds you, struggling to keep the once sweet old woman, whose now nothing more than dead eyes and gnashing teeth straining to snap at your pulse point as you push against her while sarah shrieks before your husband runs forward and cracks her skull with a wrench. 

there’s hardly a moment of pause, just enough for him to pull you up and into his arms before he’s ushering you both into the car with an urgency. 

when the truck crashes, you get separated from them. Perhaps at Tommy’s side when the flames rise and create a wall, separating you from your husband, or maybe pulled into the mob of chaos when trying to escape from those already infected-

all joel knows is that you promise you’ll find him: just get sarah to safety and you’ll meet him at the river

Poor thing is already so frightened, held in her father’s arms with tears streaming down her face insisting they can’t leave you they just can’t but her father kisses her forehead and reassures her its going to be okay 

“we just need to be brave, okay babygirl? Your mama’s real tough, she’s gonna be alright.” 

he isn’t sure if he’s saying it to his daughter or himself. 

but when he comes to the river you aren’t there. Only a soldier who points a gun at the scared little girl in his arms and then he loses everything

its when the light is gone from his daughter’s eyes that he realizes. His voice cracked and raw from sobbing that he looks around to see his brother with drawn in shoulders and tears in his eyes but his wife is nowhere to be found. 

Tommy says you got lost in the chaos. Everything was so loud, so sudden that he turned around and suddenly you weren’t there. 

Joel wants to go back but its Tommy that stops him, that dulls the red in his vision to a sad faded pink because his brother points at the orange horizon not too far from them, so much of the city is already in flames. 

“We’re gonna find her, but not there.” 

So Joel searches. for the first year spent in the world post-outbreak its all he did. 

He became a smuggler because of it. 

Information came at a price and he needed to be able to fucking pay it, whether it be in blood or ration cards. He was willing to do anything to find you or any thin thread that lead your way. 

But it’s Tommy that asks him to give up. Not in those words of course. 

The youngest Miller knows better than to say something so cruel that would make his brother, the only person he has in this world turn on him. 

But his voice is worried when he asks him one night in Boston when he hasn’t even had the chance to wash the blood from his knuckles 

“You think she would have wanted this for you?” 

the fight that followed his words was brutal. Vicious insults and scarred fists slamming against each brother until they're both too tired and bloody to continue. Each leaning against a wall for support and Tommy’s wavering voice breaking the silence. 

“I don’t know where she is, Joel. But I do know you're gonna get yourself killed if you keep lookin’ for her.” 

All he can do is nod. 

It’s a few days later when he meets Tess. Who has heard plenty of stories about the elder miller’s brutality and wants him to put that muscle to good use for some extra profit. 

It begins his new life. One that empty and cold but one he can live. 

Until of course, Ellie comes along. The sweet and incredibly opinionated girl that makes him become something akin to the man he thought died twenty years ago. 

its when he’s traveling with Ellie, that it happens. When a warm familiarity has settled between the two because so much blood and pain has been shared he can’t help but see her as something close, something bright even though all he can force himself to utter in her reference is “cargo” 

when theyre traveling through the woods as Ellie chatters away, probing his memory about a movie that may or may not have existed thirty years ago because her descriptions of the plot are incredibly odd he hears a voice shout for them to stop and finds himself staring at a man- no, a boy- pointing a gun at them. 

Ellie stills, but Joel can see enough to know that from the lanky figure and dimpled face that he’s young. Maybe twenty, twenty-two at the oldest, but his eyes dart from Joel to Ellie with a pinprick of fear that allows Joel the time to charge forward and slam him to the ground before wrestling the gun from his hands. 

He has enough to time to tuck it under the stranger’s chin before he hears the sound of the safety being turned off and finds himself looking up and seeing a gun just inches from his face. 

Joel’s head whips around when Ellie’s voice calls out his name in fear, he turns to see another stranger holding her a gun point, shoulders drawn back and a shadow cast over their face by the had obstructing their identity. 

“You hurt one of mine, I hurt one of yours. That a fair deal?” 

Its takes him a moment to recognize you. It’s been so long since he’s heard your voice, the sweet tease when you would poke at him each time he woke up late despite the fact that you reminded him to set his alarm the night before, the times you’d chide him with a harsh “Joel Miller!” whispered in public anytime he was able to grab you a bit too passionately to be appropriate in public but the laughter in your voice let him know you were never truly mad at him. You didn’t know how to be. 

But that sweetness is buried under a cold rasp that cuts through the air as you point a rifle at the scared little girl in front of you.

“You think I won’t?” You’re older now, skin covered in scars from a life he didn’t know you got the chance to live and your eyes are cold as they regard your husband. “Put the gun down and get the fuck off of him, I won’t repeat myself.” 

Joel mumbles your name in awe. The woman he loved, the woman he mourned the one he fought so hard to find stands before him like some sort of hallucination and suddenly the world feels like its spinning until you bark orders at him again. 

“You’ve got five seconds Joel, make a fucking choice before I make it for you.” 

He looks down and realizes the boy under him, the one with the bleeding nose and snarling face has your eyes and his dimples. 

“One.” 

The one above him has Sarah’s hair. Soft brown curls that shine under the sun. 

“Two”

Wait. No, they both do.

“Three.” 

Twins. Jesus fucking Christ you had twins. 

“Four.” 

Joel holds the rifle up above his head and the one boy standing snatches it from his grasp, tossing it to the ground and kicking it far from his reach. He slowly stands, allowing your son- dear god your son- to scramble to his feet. 

Your voice softens just for a moment. “You okay, Duke?” 

Blood stains the bottom half of his face from where Joel slammed his fist into the boy’s nose just moments before, but he nods nonetheless. 

Now, they both stand on one side of you and he can see the resemblance clear as day the same way he would whenever Sarah was by your side.

When you order him to hand over his bag, he does so without question before telling Ellie to do the same. 

She watches him with wide eyes, her hands still up in the air but gaping at her companion as if he had grown a second head. 

“Joel!” “Just do it, alright?”

He doesn’t miss the way you watch their interaction with narrowed eyes until she tosses her bag to you and you slowly lower your gun. 

“Now, you want to tell me what the fuck you think you’re doin’ at my home?” 

[nat-reblogs-blockmen]

I need a Lizzie, Joel and Jim team up in the life series I like to think there dynamic would be like team rocket and they would all just a bunch of cringefail losers trying to look threatening and cool

[pacificwaternymph]

Once again thinking of the absolute hilarity in the tone contrast between the seablings' respective romance plots.

[und-dann-war-es-fast-gut]

die ehemaligen Einzelgänger:innen

[hybbat]

Actually the real secret to what makes boat boys and team rancher so great is the specific way Joel screams “EEFO” like an excited squeaky toy and Jimmy says “Tahngoe...” like a distressed puppy stuck in the rain.

[orangechickenpillow]

The contrast between the Miller brothers' post apocalyptic experience is so fucking funny. The worst thing to happy to Tommy in the last 20 years is he became a communist, meanwhile Joel is like "I tried to kill myself but god won't let me die"

[dredgesnails]

i hope joel keeps getting involved in increasingly absurd romance plots with other hermits. let it be a running joke throughout the season. get doc involved somehow

[lolli-popples]

I always see posts saying “Here’s who Jimmy could team with next time so he can actually survive and why” or “Here’s who we can team (X) player with to nerf them”

But like. What if instead of making things balanced or preventing Jimmy from dying, Jimmy instead teamed with people who are also incredibly death prone. 

Like give me a team of Jimmy, Skizz, and Scar. (Scar does usually last a while, but he has the reputation) Like, hell, let’s throw Joel in their too. He dies and does dumb reckless stuff all the time! And we know from Limited Life that putting him with Jimmy makes them both die 10x faster. 

“I want Jimmy to survive” Yeah, but clearly teaming him with competent people doesn’t work. Instead let’s see how fast an alliance can start a fight with someone else and than die in the DUMBEST WAY POSSIBLE. Will Jimmy have the shortest series ever? Or will somehow all the death prone people cancel each other out and survive until the end? 

[samyelbanette]

Joonas does not look happy. 😅

From Joel’s Instagram story. September 27th, 2023.

[spyroforlife]

Mumbo was snarky as hell throughout his first episode of season 10 and I love that for him

but also

shoutout to Ren commenting that he'd "happily munch a bit of Iskall thigh" and Mumbo suggesting that everyone else leave the call to give them some space

Mumbo then said they're in danger, the fanfictions are being drawn up as they speak

Ren: DON'T SAY THAT

well you're the one who brought up chewing on your friend's thigh, sir

[pettyprocrastination]

I would love to hear more about Tess x Joel x Reader.... does reader stay oblivious to their affection until it comes to a head or do they start to catch on before then?

i'd say you are pretty oblivious to it.

In your eyes, Joel and Tess are inseparable. They live together, work together, and fight together without issue. For the longest time you had actually thought they were married and it wasn't until you referred to Joel as her husband in front of Tess and she looked at you like you had just grown a second head that you realized they weren't.

Tess and Joel both have this..mutual silence about them. Hardened by the outbreak and who they've become, they don't let their attraction be known easily. You think that they just..tolerate you at the most. Which makes you feel incredibly guilty about your own feelings for them, believing yourself to be some sort of homewrecker for being attracted to them both despite not acting upon it out of fear of losing them.

You may catch them watching you in moments of silence or looming about when you're doing deals on your own but you just assume theyre watching over you out of concern for a mutual business partner, albeit begrudgingly.