#David Joel Miller writer

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Creating my first blog

My first blog Creating my first blog By David Joel Miller. My writing journey began with creating a blog. My first tentative steps along my writing journey began in 2011 with the creation of a blog. I started this journey without any clear picture of where I was going. Back in Graduate School, I had to ask one of my fellow students what a blog was. Writing that blog served many purposes. It kept…

[fennecswife]

The way that David was talking to Ellie it seemed like he was trying to make her believe that

‘This is just a one time thing, we were starving I was protecting them that’s all’

Which obviously a big fucking lie

But like having joel in the boat house/ shed thing, he saw three bodies

I feel like this was another way to show instead of tell David’s manipulation and evilness

He’s been doing this, it hasn’t just started. And we as viewers (if we didn’t already know) are kind of finding out how evil he is as joel and Ellie are.

This man has been feeding his followers humans for a while, it wasn’t a one time thing, it wasn’t just to help them, it wasn’t just because that was the only solution

Which obviously this is all revealed very plainly as it unfolds but I just thought it was a really good touch in the showing us that this man is fucked up, and he’s been fucked up he’s not going to change

[iamasaddie]

webcam for beginners

paring: Dave York x f!Reader rating: explicit (18+ minors DNI) word count: 3,7k~ warnings: power imbalance (boss/employee); age gap (reader mid to late 20s, Dave 45); mutual pining; f and m masturbation; a hint of voyeurism; dirty talk; not proof/beta read sorry; no use of y/n. let me know if I missed anything a/n: a very special thank you to @noxturnalpascal for helping fellow sulking writers get out of the writing slump with this prompt/excersise! It definitely helped because i was stuck for more than two weeks unable to put out anything but a couple of fruitless ideas, but this I banged out in a day and now i feel so much motivation to continue writing it's insane! thank you hottie ily and you're honestly the purest gem of a human being <3

PROMPT: Pick a Pedge Daddy character - Joel Miller, Frankie Morales, Dave York, etc. (it can be Canon or Non-Canon/AU/No Outbreak). PPCU Daddy is surprised - and excited - to learn that the grad/postgrad student he hires to watch his child sometimes also works as a: stripper/dancer/cam-girl/onlyfans-model/dating-or-escort-service (or straight-up SW) 

*1000 word Minimum - 2000 word Maximum (yeh that one went splendid)

MY MAIN MASTERLIST

“Would you mind if I get a side job, Mr. York?”

You had been meaning to start this conversation earlier, like a month ago and definitely not when your employer and the father of two adorable baby girls David York was running late after dealing with burnt toast and spilled coffee courtesy of his eldest daughter. You stopped him right as he was about to leave his house, his hand frozen halfway to the keys laying on the shelf.

“Why? Don’t I pay you enough?” 

“No, no of course not.” You shook your head. The last thing you wanted was to appear greedy when he already was paying you more than any family on the upper-middle class filled street would. "It’s not about that. It’s just…” You tried to gather your thoughts together, every line that you rehearsed in front of the mirror abandoning your head. “You know, I wasn’t going to make babysitting my whole profession, and since this is the last summer before I graduate, I’d love to have something remote so I could save up and take care of myself further on… I understand if that’s not something you… I just, it’s not even a job right now, I’d just take courses to get into the job and I can take those when the kids are asleep so it won’t affect them at all! You know I wouldn’t let anything affect them.”

“Jesus, dear, relax.” Dave listened to you patiently, finally placing both of his big hands on your shoulders, grounding you. He laughed merrily, and you felt a wave of embarrassment, hiding your eyes from his prying browns. “I can’t even get a word in. And I’d really like to because the word is yes, of course. You’ve been nothing but helpful these past months, and I am very appreciative of the fact that you warn me beforehand. Not that I thought you’d stay our babysitter forever, however pleasant the prospect is.”

Your eyes widened, surprise and happiness fighting for a place in the depth of them. "Really? You don’t mind?”  You never thought Mr. York would full on refuse or fire you, but the fact that he let you do this freely without cutting your salary or suggesting you find a different time for this made your heart swell with joy. This man was a treasure, and he reminded you about that once again.

“No, I don’t. As long as girls get the same amount of your attention, you have the green light from me.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you Mr. York!” You didn’t even try to stop the urge to throw your arms around that man, jumping a little and almost squealing how grateful you were, chills erupting under your skin when you felt him return the innocent gesture and engulf your body with his arms and fresh smell.

He came back early that day, knowing that the girls were probably having their daytime nap, but excited at the prospect of spending his first evening in weeks with them together, as a family. Maybe he could even persuade you to stay for dinner. He scratched his chin, thinking if you’d be more inclined to stay if he ordered Chinese or Mexican, when he stumbled over one of the toys girls must have dropped. In an attempt to not fall, Dave spread his arms, grabbing the coat rack and steadying himself, but letting the rucksack that was hanging from it fall. He cursed under his breath, hoping that the noise didn’t wake his daughters, and crouched down to gather all the things that spilled from obviously your bag. He recognized the familiar items from your bag and held up a lipstick, smiling at the memory of Alice begging you to put it on her. You agreed, and he went to work with a tiny lipstick stain his baby girl left on his cheek when she said goodbye.  He shoved most of the things inside, still reminiscing, when a bright book cover caught his attention. The title on the book cover read “Webcam for Beginners: A Step-by-Step Guide” . Confused about why you might have bought a book about webcams, Dave felt a pang of unease. Before he could go any further with his assumptions, he decided to open a seemingly boring guide book. Your rucksack fell back to the floor when he saw the contents of the thing. Right in front of his eyes there were dozens of tips, graphs with specific angles, various body parts all to make this the best guide book for future cam girls.

Fuck.

His back was covered with sticky sweat as he put the book on the key shelf, the one that was too high for his girls to try and play with his keys. His steps were slow, as Dave was still thinking what he was supposed to do with it, if he was supposed to do anything at all. After all, you were a free woman with her body autonomy, and he was just a single dad with a shady job and an ex-wife who spent all her waking hours trying to ruin his life. 

On autopilot, he walked up the stairs, opening his daughters’ bedroom without making any noise. They were sleeping peacefully, trading two separate beds to sleep hugging each other in one, Alice’s. Dave smiled, softly, his heart soaring with love for his girls, when he heard loud breathing. He wasn’t dumb, so he didn’t even wonder what those noises were or where they were coming from. He strode to the end of the hall to where the guest room was located. The door was just slightly ajar and he shook his head, disapproving both you and himself but for very different reasons.

Damn, you were beautiful. He shouldn’t be doing this. It was wrong, but once he got a first look at the beautiful expanse of your back, at the curve of your ass that he saw you tried to twist awkwardly this way and that so it looked better on the old laptop screen, he couldn’t be bothered with guilt. 

Your attention was fully on the picture of yourself on the screen, and he couldn’t blame you, he wasn’t able to take his eyes off of you either. Dave felt his pants become tighter, his blue shirt most likely sported a big damp stain on his back both from the august heat and the unbearable strain of his arousal. He saw you lean back from the camera, opening your naked thighs and trying to lift them up to see if it looked better that way, but that meant that the mic would barely pick your beautiful breathy moans that you tried to keep on the quieter side for the sake of the girls, Dave figured. Your left hand supported your weight as your right were busy between your thighs.

“You should move your camera closer if you want them to hear and see what you sell.” 

The speed with which you covered your bare body was so fast that Dave thought he glitched for a moment.

“Mr. York!” Your eyes were as wide as they could physically be, horror written all over your face. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

Dave let out a chuckle, striding into the room confidently and closing the door behind. “Aren’t you supposed to study for your new work?”

“I… Well, I,” you had nothing to tell him, no quick reply that could at least soften the blow. Nothing. And you were still very aware of your nakedness, even though you covered your front as much as you could, your back that faced the wall was still visible. Your old laptop created steady brown noise as the hard drive fought for its life with the editing and video recording app still going.

“You already were, weren’t you?” Dave slowly approached and sat down on a comfortable chair right in front of the bed. His dick was painfully hard for the last ten minutes since he had found that stupid book and imagined what you did with it.

“I’m sorry, I know how it looks, but I’m…”

He interrupted you with a hand gesture, “I don’t care what you choose to do with your body, dear. It’s yours for a reason, and I have no say. I’m no one to you.”

You felt both a relief and a sense of disappointment washing over you. Mr. York was right, he was no one to you, just a man with two adorable little daughters who paid you to look after them. He didn’t have to take the responsibility for your little crush on him. You smiled still, a warm happiness spreading all over your insides because you were right, and he wasn’t one of those conservative bastards. He respected your choice and he… Wait, why was he still in the room, his eyes not leaving your body, lips wet with a fresh coat of saliva from his tongue.

“Mr. York…”

“I’d like it very much if you called me Dave.”

You nodded, and started over.

“Dave, why are you still…” you finished your sentence by pointing your finger around the room.

“I thought I could help you,” he stated nonchalantly, manspreading his legs wide and letting you see the stiff outline of his cock even through the material. “I saw your little book,—”

"You what?”

“- on accident. Thought I might help you, since you did nothing but help me all these past weeks. I do know how a good cam girl can sell herself, from a buyer’s point of view.”

You felt another wave of heat washing over your body, but this time it was of a different origin. This man - this gorgeous, smart man - suggested you to help with… what exactly? You didn’t let yourself ponder about it too much, just agreeing to whatever he wanted to give you. Anything, even just a hungry gaze from him spiked your arousal harder than any porn you’d ever watched. Dave’s face twisted in a cocky smile, the one he gave you instead of saying ‘I told you so’, whenever he was right and you were wrong. The one that made you wanna kiss it off his face.

“How are you going to… help?” Embarrassment wasn’t a feeling you’ve experienced a lot, otherwise the choice of what you were about to do would’ve been the wrongest one ever, but somehow with him you felt like a virgin schoolgirl, despite being ten years older than one, and a dozen dicks more experienced.

“Well, for starters, I guess you’ll need to drop that blanket.”

Your throat bobbed, a thick glob of saliva barely passing down with how tense you were. There was nothing to be ashamed of, or shy about, but Dave… Goddamnit, it would be so much easier if you didn’t have a crush on him. 

As if reading your hesitation right from your face, he put his wide palm on his crotch, pressing down a little.

“Would it be easier for you to show me yours if I showed you mine?”

You choked on air from his proposition, you wanted to see that man naked for as long as you can remember, sizing him up in his tight slacks and crisp shirts every time he went away for work. Going as far as coming thirty minutes earlier in hopes to see that man leaving the shower in a towel. God, you were such a creep, you cringed at yourself. Dave interpreted your face differently, his own coming from a hungry excitement to confusion and embarrassment? 

“We don’t have to…” He placed both his hands on the arms of the chair preparing to stand up and leave, but you didn’t let him, dropping the material that covered your body and exposing yourself to him.

“No, no, no! I want to.” You hurried to give him the most pleading face you could manage, “I really want to. I wanted for a while, actually.”

The smirk returned in his face as quickly as it went away, and he was back in the role of the leader, someone with control. “Really?”

Instead of replying, you spread your legs, showing off your bare glistening pussy, that was now more wet than after you played with it.

“Oh, fuck. Well, that’s a good start, baby.”

You almost moaned as you heard him calling you baby. You’d had dreams in which he would pound into your pussy with abandon and call you baby, his baby. Your hand traveled from the column of your neck to the valley between your breasts, sliding left and pinching the hard bud of your nipple.

Dave didn’t go down on his promise, making a quick work of his pants and reaching out to pull his cock through the slit on his boxers. 

Oh, how fucking gorgeous his cock was. You felt your mouth competing with your pussy over who would produce more wetness at the sight of his beautiful thick shaft topped with a fat tip that was just a little grittier than the rest of him. The red color of the head as well as the precum pooling in his slit told you that he’d been hard for a while now, and you felt proud for making him this aroused. Dave took his cock between the tips of his thumb and two fingers, bobbing it up and down and watching your eyes follow the movement, hypnotized by it. Emboldened by his openness, you felt every bit of hesitation drain from you. In that moment you were nobody but two beautiful bodies that desired pleasure, there was no room for shame.

“So what would sell me for you, Dave?”

His gaze darkened, brown of his eyes matching the wet stain of arousal that you left on the simple sheets. Dave licked his lips, his tongue slowing down on the plush lower one, and tightened the gip on his cock, not yet moving.

“Make sure that the camera catches how wet your pretty cunt is, and don’t be shy. At least, not too shy.”

“Doesn’t innocence sell?”

“Innocence in your voice and looks, not your actions, baby.” While the words settled in your brain, you tried to keep your hands away from your cunt, your entrance pulsing around emptiness, trying to suck anything in to fill you up. “Move the laptop, after all we’re learning the tricks of the trade here.”

You moved your old Lenovo from the edge of the bed to sit between your spread legs. You saw the reflection of your glistening folds on the screen, but made sure that you weren’t obscuring the view for Dave.

“Now touch her,” Dave’s command was barely audible, his voice hoarse and a bit strained. “Tell me how good she feels. I need to practically feel her on my fingers.”

“You can,” you whispered, transfixed on the image of your fingers trying to spread the slick lips of your pussy.

You didn’t see him nod, telling you that he understood your implication, “I can, but they can’t.”

Fuck, your head snapped up to look at Dave’s face, but stopped at his dick, his head almost purple with how violently he was choking it. You returned your gaze to the screen, thinking that you could come just from the image of Dave getting himself off.

“My pussy,” you started hesitantly, closing your eyes for a moment and letting yourself just feel through your fingertips. “She feels really, really good. So soft and,” your index and middle fingers started tracing the outer lips, sometimes slipping inside, teasing you, “and so wet.” Your fingers slipped on your wetness proving your words, and slid lower, where you felt desperately empty. “So wet my fingers just want to slip inside.”

You heard a distinct spitting sound, and lifted your eyes once again just in time to see Dave’s palm, wet with his saliva, close around the throbbing shaft of his cock. You bit your lip hard, like you were the one feeling Dave’s relief. The sting of the bite piercing your lip helped you return to reality, which was in no way worse than a dream. Your fingers slowly caressed your pussy, thumb circling your clit in long-learned movements that sent jolts of pleasure up your spine. The lewd sounds of you spreading your slick all around your lips and Dave’s hand stroking up and down his cock combined together, as your rapid breaths tried to tie up with them in a unique symphony. 

Dave’s eyes never left your pussy. The angle wasn’t perfect, but he could see your dripping core illuminated by the light of the computer screen like it was the star of the show. No, it was the star of the show. Your beautiful, shining lips puffy and swollen with your teasing, your fingers slippery and your clit throbbing, begging. Dave’s eyes went dry and he forced himself to blink. 

“Come on, baby, fuck yourself on those little fingers. I need to know how good she feels inside.”

You simply nodded, surprised to realize that this was exactly what you were waiting for, for him to tell you. Your fingers eagerly slipped inside, two at the same time, and your whimpers made you sound pathetic but pleased. 

“Good girl,” Dave all but growled, his hand tightening around his head to stave off the embedding orgasm. He wasn’t romantic enough to calculate for you to come together, but he wanted you to come first at least. “Is she tight, baby? Is that pretty cunt hungry? I see her just sucking your fingers in like it’s nothing.”

You felt your body cover with a sheen of sweat like it was your second skin. You should’ve chosen a different position, or at least lean on the bedpost, but now there was no way you’d move so you had to keep your body up with one hand while letting the other one fuck into your pussy, with your legs spread as wide as the fucking horizon. Dave was right, your pussy welcomed your fingers with ease, it wasn’t the first time you filled her today, but you felt the disappointing lack of girth mentally comparing your slender digits with Dave’s meatier ones. Your brows knitted in frustration as you continued fucking your fingers into your squelching entrance.

“She’s so hot, and wet,” your words were interrupted by your own carefully quiet moans but you didn’t stop speaking. “So tight, but she would be tighter around yours.”

“Good job, baby,” David nodded, resuming the stroking of his cock, gentler this time. “Tell them, make them want to be there with you.”

“Fuck them, oh” you tried to push your fingers deeper and deeper, touch that exquisite spot, something you just knew Dave would do easily, but your fingers were not fit for that, “I’m talking about your fingers, Dave. They would feel so good inside me.” You almost cried, sweat from extortion and a single tear mixing together on your cheeks.

You saw York’s jaw clench as if he was physically in pain, “do you think you can handle these fat fingers, little thing?”

As soon as he said it, your eyes were glued to two of his fingers - index and middle - that he put up, holding them next to his lips and then giving them a slow wet suck.

Your body shuddered in a pre-orgasmic convulsion and you squeezed your eyes shut the image of him imprinted on your eyelids. “Yes, yes, I can, she can. She’d be so tight and wet for you, you’d spread her so wide with your fat fingers.”

“Show me,” he ordered, and you didn’t even think before falling on your back and squeezing two fingers of your other hand inside your pussy, spreading it apart and showing him the most hidden, and intimate part of yourself shamelessly. The air hit your heated core with cruel coldness, but you just accepted the wild contrast, making it excite your burning skin even more.

“Oh God, you perfect little thing, fuck yourself,” he prompted, his voice hurried and feverish, just like his movements, “fuck your wet little pussy with your fingers, come on.”

You would never be tired of obeying him, you thought, keeping just two of your fingers inside and letting the other hand caress your abandoned clit. Your movements became synchronized, no way to know who adjusted to who, but creating an illusion of something both of you silently wanted for some time now. You forced your eyes to open, moving your head so you could see Dave in the armchair looking back at you. All the words have been forgotten in the desperate chase for pleasure. Your eyes roamed each other dripping like raindrops from the disheveled hair, to furrowed in concentration brows, from wet lips to the dip in beneath the column of the neck, filling up with sweat; low low low to the moving hands, jealous of each other’s limbs and digits, internally begging to be their replacements. You wanted your whole body to become a vessel of Dave’s pleasure; he wanted to dive inside your cunt and suffocate in its wetness and warmth.

“Come on, baby,” he gritted through his teeth, “come for me, give it to me, come on.”

Both your hands sped up in an attempt to finally reach that peak, and no matter how unromantic David thought himself to be, your orgasms spilled out of you with less than a second of difference.

Your body convulsed with after-shocks while Dave hissed, letting go of his cock and closing his eyes for the first time this evening. 

“The book was more helpful, but it was more fun with you.” You quipped joyfully, and Dave lifted his head that felt like it weighed at least a thousand pounds from the back of the chair, looking at you.

The smile that you directed at the ceiling was radiant, and he couldn’t contain one of his. Dave looked at your wasted body, and suddenly it was his turn to feel hesitant and shy. Still, he gathered the leftover composure and stood up, moving towards the bed where you still laid with your eyes closed and lips stretched with joy.

“Maybe we could put some of the tips to use, to see if they work?”

You opened your eyes, immediately finding his.

“I wouldn’t say no to that.”

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[homeslices]

I’m Sorry

A/N: Guess who’s backkk. Sorry for taking so long again, school has been stressing me out. Also my newest hyperfixation is The Last of Us (naturally) and so I’ve decided I want to write for it tooooo. I am still writing for Alice in Borderland but writer's block kinda hit me with that (I’ll be up and writing for it soon and I have all of your requests already in mind). I realized there was very little Ellie x a maternal figure fics and decided I needed to change that.

Summary: A little pre-apocalypse the rest post-apocalypse, you comfort Ellie when she has a nightmare. Ellie may be a little ooc but I tried my best.

Pairings: platonic!Ellie Williams x motherfigure!reader, Joel Miller x wife!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Spoilers for season 1, mention of Sarah’s death, David, mentions of attempted SA

You have always wanted children, wanted to be a mother.

And you got that chance once before in what feels like another life.

You’re step-daughter Sarah, who you helped raise and thought of as your own, was the light of your life.

You, having recently moved to a new neighborhood, couldn’t help notice your neighbor struggling to take care of his baby daughter by himself. You could tell he was running on little to no sleep and when he about had a fit trying, and ultimately failing, to put in a car seat into the back of his truck you finally stepped in and helped him.

All of the pieces soon fell together afterward. You helped him when he needed it, babysitting Sarah when he was about to collapse from sleep deprivation, teaching him how to put in a car seat correctly, and bringing over dinner when you could tell he had a long day at work. Similarly, Joel also lent you a hand when needed as well. Fixing your car when it wouldn’t turn on, helping repair your new house, and also listing that same house when you fell in love and moved into his home with his daughter. That same daughter whose second word was mama- dada obviously being the first.

The day that Joel proposed to you was the same day that Sarah asked you to be her mom officially, by adopting her. Your wedding was when you all decided to sign the adoption papers, and you legally became not only a wife, but a mom as well.

Life was blissful. You had the family you always wanted and were the happiest you could ever be.

But then the world ended, literally.

The day of the apocalypse officially starting, was the same day that a piece of you died inside.

Your daughter died in Joel and your arms that night terrified, calling out for you and her father to make the pain stop.

It changed the both of you.

The person that brought you both together, was now gone, and all that you could do now was hold on to each other.

So when your friend Tess, your husband and you went to see Robert about the car battery, you were also roped into smuggling a young girl to another firefly base across the country.

You tried to keep her at an arm's length. Ellie reminded you so much of your Sarah, the humor, the attitude, the persistence, and you didn’t know if you got close to her and she suffered the same fate as your daughter, that you would be able to recover again.

But somehow, Ellie wormed her way into your heart, and there was no going back now. You love that girl, just as you love Sarah, and the maternal urge to protect her from any harm overwhelmed you.

So when you found out that you weren’t able to protect her from a twisted individual that wanted to do something worse than kill Ellie, it made you see something more violent than red. You could’ve burned the world down with your rage, and honestly you still could.

You blamed yourself in all honesty. Because both Joel and you were injured, Ellie wanted to protect the pair of you. In doing so she got captured and not knowing where she was, you and Joel found her only after she walked out of a burning building, covered in that monster’s blood.

As you take watch a few weeks later, your attention snaps over to Ellie as she mumbles in her sleep. You’ve been more hyperfocused on her ever since him, making a promise to both her, and yourself, that you’d never let anything like that happen again.

With a sign, you return your attention to the darkness surrounding you and the people you care about. Joel was sleeping next to you, still recovering from his injury, and Ellie was on the other side, moving and muttering every once and a while.

However, the sudden jerk of Ellie and the distressed scream she let out in her sleep immediately made you jump in surprise and scramble towards her.

Her eyes were screwed shut, eyebrows were furrowed, and her breaths were coming out in hard pants. She was terrified, you could tell, and the second her mouth parts again to let out another petrified cry you firmly, but gently, try to shake her awake.

“Ellie,” you say in a low tone. “Wake up, it’s just a dream.”

Her eyes immediately fly open, and out of fear and what seemed to be the cloud of sleep plus the threat of her nightmare still hanging over her, she flips open her knife that she recently started to sleep with and slashes it blindly towards your hand.

Realizing your mistake, you quickly pull your arm away, but not before a gash forms on your hand drawing a hiss from you.

Ellie’s eyes were no longer affected by sleep and panic, but now were filled with horror at her actions.

“I-” she chokes. “I-I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to-”

You cut off her apologizes with a gentle hush.

“Ellie it’s okay, it was an accident.”

Moving slowly, like you would with a wounded animal, you gently remove the knife from her grip, then hold her hands in your own- albeit after you wiped the blood from your hand on your pants.

“Are you alright?” You ask, scooting closer to her not in a hovering manner but more so she knows you’re there mentally, emotionally, and physically.

“I’m the one who should be asking you that. I hurt you, almost stabbed you! What kind of sick-”

You interrupt the young girl off once again.

“Ellie it was my fault I shouldn’t have woken you up like that.”

She doesn’t reply to that, instead her eyes were focused on your still bleeding hand.

“It’s not bad at all, just a flesh wound,” you try to comfort her. “Doesn’t even need stitches.”

Ellie looks away from you, however, you could hear her mumble, “but it could’ve been,” in reply to your first statement.

Raising your uninjured hand, making sure it’s in Ellie’s line of sight so she doesn’t get startled, you comfortingly rub her arm. Her body seems to relax from her tense state slightly, shoulders drooping as proof.

“I’m sorry,” she says once again, voice small and eyes glassy.

Ellie was emotionally stubborn, similar to your husband, and seeing her like this broke you. You have only seen the girl in this vulnerable position a handful of times before, and it always made you want to hold her close and never let go.

“Ellie listen to me,” You make eye contact with her, just so she can truly understand what you’re about to say. “That was not your fault. You had a nightmare and I startled you.”

You pause for a second trying to figure out how to word the next part of your reassurance.

So with a gentle voice you finally start speaking again.

“I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure nothing like that ever happens to you again and-” your voice cracks with emotion. “I’m so sorry Ellie. I’m so sorry that I wasn’t able to stop him, and I’m so sorry that I wasn’t there for you when you needed me the most.”

Her eyes that were previously glasses were now overflowing and falling down her face.

Then, in a blink of an eye, the young girl that you’ve grown to love like another daughter, crashes against you. Her face pressed against your left shoulder and her arms wrapped around you tightly as if you would make her let go. Not a chance in hell you would.

Your arms surrounded her and at this point, her body was shaking due to her tears.

Soon you heard Ellie’s muffled, shaky voice speak out.

“It wasn't your fault. It was never your fault.”

At that point your tears were falling down your face as well. Gently, you rub your hand in comforting circles on her back and sway the both of you back and forth.

Ellie’s shaking soon died down. It took some time but exhaustion finally hit her, so now she was fast asleep in your arms, snoring softly.

You let out a watery chuckle, emotions still running high, as you continued watch with Ellie in your arms.

The sun soon rises a few hours later. Joel’s eyes flicked open ready to wake up and start the day’s journey. Nevertheless by doing so, he was met with the familiar sight of his wife holding a sleeping young girl, eyes focused towards the sun in the distance, and couldn’t help the small smile that crossed over his face.

Both Joel’s and your thoughts were very similar at that moment.

You’d both do anything to keep your family safe.

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Masterlist

Hi, my name is June (she/her) and I’m a writer! This blog is an 18+ space and minors will be blocked. All works are original and written by me and I do not give my consent for my work to be copied and shared elsewhere or being fed to AI or used to make AI chat bots. Enjoy 🫶

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Joel Miller:

Series:

When You’re Lost in the Darkness: Look for the Light prequel

Look For the Light: fix-it happy ending with a family :-)

One for the Money, Two for the Show: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader 🎸

Hippies & Cowboys: no outbreak! au

Drabbles:

Everything Leads to You: Who says grief and braiding hair can’t go hand-in-hand? [2.1k] 🍓

Crazy Love: Ellie wakes up from a nightmare and you and Joel help calm her down [1.3k]🍓🪩❤️‍🩹

Joel as your study buddy head canon 🍓

Joel as a girl dad headcanons 1 & 2 & 3 🍓🪩

NFWMB: What was it Bill said about protecting the ones we love? [1.5k] 🍓❤️‍🩹

Dramatic (request) 🍓

Eat Your Young: You and Ellie work together to get away from David [4.1k] 🥀

She’s A Gun: Someone didn’t give the new guy a warning about not talking about Joel Miller’s family [1.6k] 🍓👑❤️‍🩹

Going to The Chapel: Joel proposes [2.2k] 🍓

And We’re Gonna Get Married: You and Joel get married [4.4k] 🍓

Snowqueen of Texas (Request) 🍓

Everyone I’ve Never Met: You tell Ellie the truth [2k]🥀

If I Ever Were to Lose You: Joel Miller comes home for the last time [1.1k] 🥀

To Be Alone: You and Joel realize how different your lives are in Jackson [1.1k] 🍓🪩

Good Heart: Joel patches you up even though you’re trying to push him away [1.9k] 🥀❤️‍🩹

Alone and Forsaken: You and Joel meet for the first time [3.0k] 🥀❤️‍🩹 pt. 2 coming soon!!

Ladybird [1.2k]: (request) 🍓🎸❤️‍🩹

Rockstar!joel headcanons 🍓

Like Real People Do: movie night doesn’t go to plan [~800] ❤️‍🩹

Name of the Game: When work separates you and Joel to opposite coasts, it’s nice to know that nothing’s changed 🍓🎸❤️‍🩹

Sunset Canyon: Date night with pre-outbreak!joel 🍓

cardigan: You and Joel talk about scars [1.6k] 🥀❤️‍🩹

Piano Man: college!joel does karaoke 🍓

She’s got a book for every situation: helping college!joel with an essay 🍓

Surprise (Request)*

Getting Older: Tommy and Joel have a talk [1.5k] 🥀🍓

Sam: Joel and Ellie adopt a dog [1.2k] 🍓

You’re So Good When You’re Bad: Date night with cowboy!Joel [1.8k] 🍓

Don’t Let This Darkness Fool You: Joel’s journey to sobriety [1.1k] 🥀

I’m Still Glad I Met You: Ellie and her ghosts 🥀

Roll The Bones: A bad pain day with Joel [1.5k] ❤️‍🩹

Javier Peña

Series:

Wanted: Javier Peña x CIA!agent

Drabbles:

Strangers: Javi struggles to assimilate back into civilian life in Texas until an old friend returns [1.5k] 🍓

[campingwiththecharmings]

*These weren't necessarily written and/or posted in January, but that's when I read them so lol*

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Star Wars

🔥Aphelion (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @oscarseyebrow

Salt and Sky (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @clints-lucky-arrow

Pretending (or not) (Cassian Andor x Reader) - @dameronscopilot

Taking Flight (Modern!Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

Undoing (College!Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @groguspicklejar

🔥Corner Booth (Din Djarin x F!Reader) - @magpie-to-the-morning

🔥Tender Loving Care (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @clints-lucky-arrow

Risky Kiss (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @dailyreverie

🔥Tender (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

I'm Scared / 🔥Safe and Sound (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @the-little-ewok

You Are In Love (Modern!Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @alwritey-aphrodite

Triple Frontier

🔥Illicit Affair (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

🔥I’ll Be Back Again To Stay (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @alwritey-aphrodite

Home is a Person (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @tropes-and-tales

🔥Thank Me Later (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @writefightandflightclub

🔥Big Red Bow (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @villainvindicator

Fairy Godmother (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @tropes-and-tales

Home (Santiago Garcia x Reader) - @bullet-prooflove

🔥Good Form (Benny Miller x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

🔥Watercolor Eyes / Blocked by the Snow (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @psychedelic-ink

🔥Take Care (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @wyn-n-tonic

🔥Patience (Benny Miller x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

Moon Knight

Nocturnal | To Be Alone (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @moonlight-prose

🔥First Time (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @luvpedropascal

Cute Aggression (Steven Grant x Reader) - @kittyofalltrades

🔥Fast Lane (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @shewhohangsoutincemeteries

Stone Heart (Steven Grant x Demisexual!Reader) - @magpie-to-the-morning

🔥Fire & Desire (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @marc-spectorr

🔥Friends (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @foreverinadais

A Sunday Kind of Love (Marc Spector x Reader) - @moonlight-prose

First Snow (Jake Lockley x Reader) - @softlyspector

🔥Forbidden Delights (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

🔥Spirals and Skin (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @clints-lucky-arrow

Purloin (Marc Spector x Reader) - @laters-gators

🔥Say It Too (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @astroboots

🔥Gold Skinned and Eager (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @fettuccin-e

Tales Untold (Marc Spector x Reader) - @softlyspector

Egg Fried Rice (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

A Simple Misunderstanding (Jake Lockley x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Do You Want to Dance? (Steven Grant x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Ex Machina

Amende Honorable (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @laters-gators

The Last of Us

🔥Mule (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @laters-gators

🔥Radio Static (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @foli-vora

🔥The Light is Blinding (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @writefightandflightclub

🔥Code Breaker (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @inklore

🔥Told (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @the-ginger-hedge-witch

Tulsa King

🔥Just Like That (Mitch Keller x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

The Bourne Legacy

Long Promised Road (David/Outcome 3 x Reader) - @nowritingonthewall

Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️

*For more recs, please feel free to check out my fic rec tag.

**If you'd like to have your fic removed from the list, I completely understand, just let me know

[nicomundthered]

fics masterlist 🤠

All stories are fem!reader and second person pov. Pay attention to the rating please, know thy self and if you are underaged please don't interact with 18+ content.

Requests are welcomed.  But I will admit, I am a slow writer and an even slower editor. Which I am trying to improve because I have a lot of ideas. Currently writing for David Harbour and Pedro Pascal but could potentially be persuaded.

All works can also be found on Archive.

I’ve hit a wall of lack of inspiration and motivation…feel free to request or encourage. 💖

Jim Hopper

The Broken Places- 18+ you move to your new job in Hawkins. Hopper is your boss. follows the show but with hopper x you as the focal point.

Chapter One: The Prologue- 8k 🌶️

Chapter Two: The Vanishing of Will Byers (on hiatus)

Nicomund The Red (Santa Claus)

Santa May-be?- 18+ | pure filth | 7k - you are being very naughty and Santa decides to make a surprise visit. 🌶️

Joel Miller

The Injured Trilogy- a story told in three parts focused around my favorite trope - hurt/comfort. Basically reader is constantly getting injured.

Kept Hidden- 11k | you act impulsively and get injured. then you try to hide it from him. 

Blood Runs Cold- 10k | you save Ellie, but not yourself.

part three (on hiatus)

Din Djarin

Dead Of Night- 18+ | Bodyguard AU- Din gets hired to be your bodyguard and you absolutely hate it. Until you don’t.

Chapter One: Incomplete and Insecure - 5k

Arthur Morgan

A Kiss and a Bounty- 2k | fluff | "shut up and kiss her already"

A Tale of Two Animals- 2k | extreme fluff | modern au set during quarantine

To Be Hunted- 5k | angst, fluff | he takes you hunting, you find out why and its not what you expected.

[jurassicworldtieindrpepper]

Reading List

to be updated constantly

Articles:

"Why Women Online Can’t Stop Reading Fairy Porn" by C.T. Jones for Rolling Stone

"They Called 911 for Help. Police and Prosecutors Used a New Junk Science to Decide They Were Liars." by Brett Murphy for ProPublica

"‘I Think My Husband Is Trashing My Novel on Goodreads!’" by Emily Gould for The Cut

"Woman in Retrograde" by Isabel Cristo for The Cut

"The unwanted Spanish soccer kiss is textbook male chauvinism. Don’t excuse it" by Moira Donegan for the Guardian

"I Started the Media Men List" by Moira Donegan for The Cut

"What Moira Donegan Did for Young Women Writers" by Jordana Rosenfeld for The Nation

"The Key Detail Missing From the Narrative About O.J. and Race" by Joel Anderson for Slate

"The Coiled Ferocity of Zendaya" by Matt Zoller Seitz for Vulture

"OJ Simpson died the comfortable death in old age that Nicole Brown should have had" by Moira Donegan for The Guardian

"Norm Macdonald Was the Hater O.J. Simpson Could Never Outrun" by Miles Klee for Rolling Stone

"Trans Stylists and Makeup Artists Are Reshaping Red Carpet Looks. Will They Get the Credit They’re Due?" by James Factora

"The ‘perfect Aryan’ child used in Nazi propaganda was actually Jewish" by Terrence McCoy for The Washington Post

"There Are Too Many Books; Or, Publishing Shouldn’t Be All About Quantity" by Maris Kreizman for Literary Hub

"An O.J. Juror on What The People v. O.J. Simpson Got Right and Wrong" by Ashley Reese for Vulture

"Super Cute Please Like" by Nicole Lipman for N + 1 Magazine

Essays:

Not That Bad: Dispatches from Rape Culture edited by Roxanne Gay

Creep: Accusations and Confessions by Myriam Gurba

"On Chappell Roan and Gen Z Pop" by Miranda Reinert

"In Memory of Nicole Brown Simpson" by Andrea Dworkin

"My Gender Is Dyke" by Alexandria Juarez for Autostraddle

"Columnists and Their Lives of Quiet Desperation" by Hamilton Nolan

Nonfiction:

Belabored: A Vindication of the Rights of Pregnant Women by Lyz Lenz

The Feminine Mystique by Betty Friedan

This American Ex-Wife: How I Ended My Marriage and Started My Life by Lyz Lenz

The Gentrification of the Mind: Witness to a Lost Imagination by Sarah Schulman

Savage Appetites: Four True Stories of Women, Crime, and Obsession by Rachel Monroe

The Sexual Politics of Meat: A Feminist-Vegetarian Critical Theory by Carol J. Adams

Eros the Bittersweet by Anne Carson

Who Owns This Sentence? A History of Copyrights and Wrongs by David Bellos & Alexandre Montagu

The Once and Future Sex: Going Medieval on Women's Roles in Society by Eleanor Janega

Moby Dyke: An Obsessive Quest to Track Down the Last Remaining Lesbian Bars in America by Krista Burton

University of Nike: How Corporate Cash Bought American Higher Education by Joshua Hunt

What it Feels Like for a Girl by Paris Lees

Female Masculinity by J. Jack Halberstam

The Theory of Everything Else: A Voyage Into the World of the Weird by Dan Schreiber

Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach

Better Living Through Birding: Notes from a Black Man in the Natural World by Christian Cooper

Rivermouth: A Chronicle of Language, Faith, and Migration by Alejandra Oliva

Unlikeable Female Characters: The Women Pop Culture Wants You to Hate by Anna Bogutskaya

Born a Crime: Stories From a South African Childhood by Trevor Noah

Caste: The Origins of Our Discontents by Isabel Wilkerson

The Lady from the Black Lagoon: Hollywood Monsters and the Lost Legacy of Milicent Patrick by Mallory O'Meara

Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End by Atul Gawande

Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg

Eyeliner: A Cultural History by Zahra Hankir

Against Technoableism: Rethinking Who Needs Improvement by Ashley Shew

The Wager: A Tale of Shipwreck, Mutiny and Murder by David Grann

Know My Name by Chanel Miller

Empire of Pain: The Secret History of the Sackler Dynasty by Patrick Radden Keefe

Novelist as a Vocation by Haruki Murakami

Rape-Revenge Films: A Critical Study by Alexandra Heller-Nicholas

Fiction:

To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

Middlemarch by George Eliot

Just as You Are by Camille Kellogg

Just Happy to Be Here by Naomi Kanakia

The Misadventures of an Amateur Naturalist by Ceinwen Langley

Family Meal by Bryan Washington

Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton

The Mountain in the Sea by Ray Nayler

Ring Shout by P. Djèlí Clark

My Heart Is a Chainsaw by Stephen Graham Jones

An Island Princess Starts a Scandal by Adriana Herrera

Blackouts by Justin Torres

We Do What We Do in the Dark by Michelle Hart

Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro

Less Is Lost by Andrew Sean Greer

The Faithless by C.L. Clark

Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir

The Poppy War by R.F. Kuang

The Disenchantments by Nina LaCour

Everything Leads to You by Nina LaCour

Bliss Montage by Ling Ma

Pachinko by Min Jin Lee

The Institute by Stephen King

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke

Frankenstein: Junji Ito Story Collection by Junji Ito

Her Body and Other Parties: Stories by Carmen Maria Machado

Young Mungo by Douglas Stuart

The Dark Forest by Liu Cixin

Snuff by Terry Pratchett

Travelers Along the Way: A Robin Hood Remix by Aminah Mae Safi

Only a Monster by Vanessa Len

[peterparkersnose]

Tumblr Wrapped @peterparkersnose

This account was launched January 8th, 2022 (Exactly one year ago) and I just wanted to share some stats because I love statistics and to see progress and growth.

I have 1,803 followers

I have 85 published works

I have 8 different fan groups I wrote for

I have 18 characters I wrote for

Marvel Word Count was 36,982 words

DC Word Count was 8,400 words

Star Wars Word Count was 26,324 words

Stranger Things Word Count was 11,957 words

Top Gun Maverick Word Count was 5,148 words

Klitz (The Girl Next Door) Word Count was 6,500 words

Javier Peña (Narcos) Word Count was 4,500 words

Joel Miller (The Last of Us) Word Count was 1,300 words

101,111 words in total.

Average of 1.1k words per posting.

There are about 70,000 to 120,000 words roughly in any usual book. Landing right in the middle of that statistic warms my heart.

A special thank you to my consistent tag list (love you guys) for their continued support of me over the last year.

{ @dani5216 @uwiuwi @alohastyles-x @samanthacookieone @maddieinnit0 @alexxavicry @scoliobean }

I know I’m not the best writer out there, I’ve read MANY fics this year that beat out mine by a long shot (check some of them out here). Thank you to all my readers, I’m glad you enjoyed my work. To another successful year, hopes for 2023!

I have a ton of Joel Miller fics queued for The Last of Us Show (Airing 1/15 on HBO Max).

My Favorites of the Year

Movie: The Batman (2022)

Album: Harry’s House (Harry Styles)

Dilf: Pedro Pascal

Character to write for: Din Djarin

Fan base (everyone is so lovely, it was so hard to choose): Druig/Eternals/Barry Keoghan

Fan Base to write for: Star Wars

Series I wrote: Pink Bra Strap- Klitz (Paul Dano)

Video Game: The Last of Us 1 (again)

Least Favorite Character I wrote for: Eddie Munson (sorry tik tok ruined it)

Show: Game of Thrones

Favorite Genre: Angst

Least Favorite Genre: Smut (I can enjoy on occasion but I like a good argument vs good sex)

Top Three Stories I Wrote

Secret (Din Djarin)

Body Lightweight (Kylo Ren)

Unreleased Obi Wan fic (sorry not sorry)

Dilf of the Month 2022:

December 2021- Adam Driver

January 2022- Andrew Garfield

February 2022- Barry Keoghan

March 2022- Pedro Pascal

April 2022- Paul Dano

May 2022- Oscar Isaac

June 2022- Eddie Munson/ Joe Quinn

July 2022- Matthew Gray Gubler

August 2022- David Harbor

September 2022- Rooster Top Gun/Miles Teller

October 2022- Evan Peters

Nov 2022- Hayden Christansen

Dec 2022- Ewan McGregor/Obi Wan Kenobi

Jan 2023- Bob Odenkirk/ Saul Goodman

Top Five Era’s of this year

Pedro Pascal Era (March-Now)

Bagel Era 🥯 (March-May)

Miles Teller Era (June-October)

Party Monster The Weeknd Era (October-Now)

Fletcher Meme Era (August-October)

(This is not a brag post in any way shape or form. I am extremely proud of myself. I worked hard for what I have. I have attention issues and I expected to drop this account when I got bored so I’m thrilled I committed to it. I am very appreciative of every single one of you.)

Thank you all.

Love,

@peterparkersnose

[counselorssoapbox]

My first creative writing project was a blog.

My first blog My first creative writing project was a blog. By David Joel Miller. My writing journey began with creating a blog. My first tentative steps along my writing journey began in 2011 with the creation of a blog. I started this journey without any clear picture of where I was going. Back in Graduate School, I had to ask one of my fellow students what a blog was. Writing that blog served…

[viridescent-din]

People are very attached to the character's image, their physical characteristics as if it were relevant to the story. Nico Parker, Sarah Miller, even today receives hate for being a black womam but delivered a better performance than the game. I had already seen the game but I just cried at her death in the show because it was so much more realistic. Unfortunately people starting to demand more from Bella too, that she have mature faster to "look like Ellie in the game", and I'm left wondering: what does this really contribute to character development? These are just features; details that help us visualize the character.

I hope you understand what I say, my English is terrible lately. I also hope that the actresses, Bella and Abby's, have a lot of patience because that part of the public is becoming more and more unbearable.

absolutely. i feel like nico parker had one of the solid and most moving performances in a cast where quite literally nobody misses - but no amount of talent is going to convince racists. nico absolutely improved upon what was in the game. i hope she is safeguarding herself. i will say that i know her performance is praised by critics, which makes me happy for her especially considering how much horseshit she got as a CHILD for her acting in the live action remake of Dumbo (clearly scripting issues).

as for bella ramsey, i have seen the constant horrible feedback she’s gotten. the undercurrent of “you don’t look enough like my perception of ellie and therefore need to prove yourself” is even in compliments - so many people say that they weren’t sold on her until her reaction to sam’s death or the encounter with david. it’s not subtle and it’s not hard to read between the lines. but bella embodied ellie from the beginning, and completely captured the humor and feigned nonchalance that is essential to build as the foundation of ellie’s character.

i fully agree with you. the appearances have nothing to do with the game (although i think bella DOES look like ellie. she’s got wavy hair and freckles. idk dude). nico parker’s criticism is a product of racism and is very indicative of deep rooted racism in hollywood, and bella ramsey’s pushback is the result of conventional/doll like beauty standards. they’re both also 18 and 19, and it’s super weird to rag on their looks when the vast majority of the people doing so seem to be 25+ men.

i am fundamentally worried for whoever plays abby. she needs to go on a social media lockdown. the joel fans, toxic pedro pascal fans, AND the shit said about abby’s body in the game are all a recipe for disaster. i know the cast will rally around her, but i kind of hope the writers say something too.

[docrotten]

A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET 3: DREAM WARRIORS (1987) – Episode 224 – Decades Of Horror 1980s

“Welcome to prime time, bitch!” Not words I’d use in front of my mother, but they are iconic just the same. Join your faithful Grue-Crew – Chad Hunt, Bill Mulligan, Crystal Cleveland, and Jeff Mohr, along with guest host Ralph Miller  – as they enter another Wes Craven nightmare, A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors (1987). Expect a lot of FX talk with Ralph in the house!

Decades of Horror 1980s Episode 224 – A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors (1987)

Join the Crew on the Gruesome Magazine YouTube channel! Subscribe today! And click the alert to get notified of new content! https://youtube.com/gruesomemagazine

A psychiatrist familiar with knife-wielding dream demon Freddy Krueger helps teens at a mental hospital battle the killer who is invading their dreams.

  [NOTE: Effects crew credits are listed as they appear in the film credits.]

Director: Chuck Russell

Writers: Wes Craven (story) (screenplay) (characters); Bruce Wagner (story) (screenplay); Frank Darabont (screenplay); Chuck Russell (screenplay)

Music: Angelo Badalamenti

Storyboard Artist / Visual Consultant: Peter von Sholly

Stop-Motion Skeleton and Marionette Effects: Doug Beswick Productions, Inc.

Stop-Motion Animation: Doug Beswick

Effects Photography Supervisor: Jim Aupperle

Stop-Motion Puppet Construction: Yancy Calzada

Marionette Construction: Mark Bryan Wilson (as Mark Wilson)

Miniatures: James Belohovek

Illustrator: Larry Nikolai

Makeup effects Sequences: Greg Cannom

Assistants to Greg Cannom: Larry Odien, Earl Ellis, John Vulich, Keith Edmier, Brent Baker

Krueger Makeup effects: Kevin Yagher

Assistants to Kevin Yagher: Jim Kagel, Mitch DeVane, Gino Crognale, Brian Penikas, David Kindlon, Steve James, Everett Burrell

Makeup Effects Sequences: Mark Shostrom

Assistants to Mr. Shostrum: Robert Kurtzman, Bryant Tausek, John Blake Dutro, James McLoughlin (as Jim McLoughlin), Cathy Carpenter

Additional Makeup Effects: Matthew W. Mungle (as Mathew Mungel)

Assistant to Mathew Mungel: Russell Seifert

Mechanical Effects: Image Engineering

Special Effects Coordinator: Peter Chesney

Lead Technician: Lenny Dalrymple

Mechanical Designers: Bruce D. Hayes (as Bruce Hayes), Joe Starr, Anton Tremblay (as Tony Tremblay)

Effects Technicians: Bernardo F. Munoz (as Bernard Munoz), Rod Schumacher, Bob Ahmanson

Effects Crew: Scott Nesselrode, Tom Chesney, Kelly Mann, Phillip Hartmann (as Phillip Hartman), Ralph Miller III (as Ralph Miller), Joel Fletcher, Brian Mcfadden, Sandra Stewart (as Sandy Stewart), Terry Mack (as Troy Mack), Blaine Converse, Ron MacInnes, Brendan C. Quigley

Selected Cast:

Heather Langenkamp as Nancy Thompson

Craig Wasson as Dr. Neil Gordon

Patricia Arquette as Kristen Parker

Ken Sagoes as Roland Kincaid

Ira Heiden as Will Stanton

Rodney Eastman as Joey Crusel

Jennifer Rubin as Taryn White

Penelope Sudrow as Jennifer Caulfield

Bradley Gregg as Phillip Anderson

Laurence Fishburne as Max Daniels (credited as Larry Fishburne)

John Saxon as Donald Thompson

Priscilla Pointer as Dr. Elizabeth Simms

Clayton Landey as Lorenzo

Brooke Bundy as Elaine Parker

Nan Martin as Sister Mary Helena

Stacey Alden as Nurse Marcie

Dick Cavett as Himself

Zsa Zsa Gabor as Herself

Paul Kent as Dr. Carver

Guest host Ralph Miller III, who worked behind the scenes on Dream Warriors provides insights and many effects development photos that are shown in the YouTube version of the podcast. Post-recording, the crew wants to clarify that Kevin Yagher was responsible for the Freddy Snake, and Mark Shostrom was in charge of the Penelope Sudrow dummy that smashes into the Freddyvision TV.

With the success of A Nightmare on  Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors (1987), following the critical failure of A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy’s Revenge (1985), New line Cinema firmly cemented Freddy Krueger and A Nightmare on Elm Street as one of the most iconic horror franchises of its time. Not only does Dream Warriors feature Robert Englund continuing to breathe both humor and fear into Freddy Krueger but also the return of both Heather Langenkamp and John Saxon from the original. The film also features Craig Wasson (Ghost Story) as the male lead and early film roles for Patricia Arquette and Larry Fishburne. Frank Darabont (The Mist) and Bruce Wagner join Wes Craven on scripting chores and Chuck Russell (The Blob, The Mask) directs while Angelo Badalamenti (Twin Peaks, Blue Velvet) provides the score – a winning combination of talent. Surely a Grue-Crew highly recommended selection with special effects by Greg Cannom, Doug Beswick, Mark Shostrom, Kevin Yagher, and more!

Be sure to check out the first time the 80s Grue-Crew took a dive into this film in February 2017, featuring Doc Rotten, Christopher G. Moore, and Thomas Mariani as the Grue-Crew. You can find it here: A NIGHTMARE ON ELMS STREET 3: DREAM WARRIORS (1987) — Episode 102

Every two weeks, Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror 1980s podcast will cover another horror film from the 1980s. The next episode’s film, chosen by Jeff, will be The Changeling (1980), starring George C. Scott, Trish Van Devere, Melvyn Douglas, . . . and a bouncing, red, rubber ball.

Please let them know how they’re doing! They want to hear from you – the coolest, grooviest fans – so leave them a message or comment on the gruesome Magazine Youtube channel, on the website, or email the Decades of Horror 1980s podcast hosts at feedback@gruesomemagazine.com.

Check out this episode!

[dulldeads]

ABOUT ME. . .

❛ i’m real sorry for what i put you all through..

that’s going to haunt me forever ❜ — anthony clarke !

. ˚◞♡ angie — she/her — xvii — cancer !

°.• writer && editor | videogame enthusiast !

. ˚◞♡ will poulter supremacy !

°.• the walking dead , marvel cinematic universe , the maze runner , z nation , any movies with will poulter is in , horror && comedy movies !

. ˚◞♡ the walking dead game (all seasons) , resident evil (all games) , fallout four , the dark prodigies | little hope , the last of us i && two !

— NOTES ABOUT MY FICS && ONESHOTS —

©.• i normally edit and write small fanfics for certain fandoms. i’m only in a few fandoms at the moment since i have phases in each fandom. i’m currently in the fandom of the dark prodigies | little hope , the walking dead && will poulter !

— i make oneshots more often than i make fanfics ! i could also take requests about any characters that i only know but i could try to write oneshots for some characters i don’t know about — it might not be good but i’ll try !

— CHARACTERS I LIKE —

little hope | anthony clarke , andrew , abraham , dennis clarke , daniel , david milton , vincent , john , joseph , james clarke , amy , anne clarke , angela , megan clarke , mary , taylor && tanya clarke !

the walking dead game | clementine , lee everett , kenny , louis , violet , alvin junior , luke && javier garcia !

the last of us i && ii | ellie williams , joel miller , tommy miller , dina && jesse !

resident evil | leon kennedy , chris redfield , jill valentine , carlos oliveira , piers nivans && claire redfield !

fallout four | dogmeat , codsworth , piper , porter gage , danse , deacon && nick valentine !

marvel cinematic universe | steve rogers , loki laufeyson , thor odinson , tony stark , wanda maximoff , pietro maximoff , stephen strange && peter parker !

the walking dead | negan smith , tara chambler , rosita espinosa, daryl dixon , rick grimes , maggie rhee , glenn rhee , enid , alden , paul rovia , abraham ford , beth greene , hershel greene , dale harvath , gage && carl grimes !

the maze runner | newt , thomas , gally , minho && sonya !

z nation | tenk (tommy) , addison carver , charles garnett , doc (steven beck) && alvin murphy !

— MY OCS FOR STORIES —

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Parker Posey in Personal Velocity: Three Portraits (Rebecca Miller, 2002)

Cast: Kyra Sedgwick, Parker Posey, Fairuza Balk, John Ventimiglia (voice), Ron Leibman, Wallace Shawn, Susan Blommaert, David Warshofsky, Leo Fitzpatrick, Tim Guinee, Patti D'Arbaville, Ben Shenkman, Joel de la Fuente, Marceline Hugot, Brian Tarantina, Seth Gilliam, Lou Taylor Pucci. Screenplay: Rebecca Miller, based on her stories. Cinematography: Ellen Kuras. Production design: Judy Becker. Film editing: Sabine Hoffman. Music: Michael Rohatyn.

Having a literary celebrity like Arthur Miller for a father seems to have had a profound effect on writer-director Rebecca Miller: It surely informed the central installment of the collection of three short films she called Personal Velocity. Greta (Parker Posey) is an editor for a New York publishing house whose father (Ron Leibman) is a famous lawyer but also a bully and a philanderer. He lords it over his daughter and her husband (Tim Guinee), a fact checker at the New Yorker and an unambitious man who has been taking his time to write a dissertation for his Ph.D. When Greta achieves a measure of success in her career, she finds that it's time to discover who she is other than a daughter and a wife. Posey's fine performance gives this episode the energy and focus it needs. Similarly good performances come from Kyra Sedgwick and Fairuza Balk in the other two segments, both of which also deal with a woman at a turning point in her life. Sedgwick plays Delia, married to an abusive man (David Warshofsky), who escapes with her children to a shelter for battered women and begins a new life as a waitress. Delia has a history of using sex as a means to get even with the world, and when she finds herself giving a hand job to an unpleasant auto mechanic, she realizes she has to come to terms with her life. Balk is Paula, who is living with a man in New York City, but when she discovers she's pregnant and narrowly escapes being killed in a freak accident (we hear news reports of the accident in the other two segments), she hits the road, picking up a young hitchhiker (Lou Taylor Pucci) along the way. As with most road movies, it's a journey of self-discovery. But these stories feel more cooked-up than Greta's; they lack its verbal wit and the feeling that they come out of an internalized experience. 

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Brooklyn nine nine season 8

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Over the course of its previous seven seasons, “Brooklyn Nine-Nine” has gone of out of its way to make its main cast of characters unusually diverse and compassionate, purposefully upending expectations of what “a cop show” should be and look like from the beginning. Jake and Rosa get some scenes with real teeth to them, especially as she calls him out on centering himself in her experiences - but her storyline is otherwise presented in something of a vacuum from the rest of the show. They’re all sad that Rosa quit, of course, but basically understand it as a personal choice on her part that’s irrelevant to their own experiences. When Amy comes back from maternity leave and excitedly asks for “everything that happened” while she was gone, the first answer is that resident dirtbag Hitchcock (Dirk Blocker) retired. They’ve barely even reconsidered the nature of what they do beyond how uncomfortable it is that more people feel empowered to look at them with disdain. On the other, it’s downright jarring that no one else seems to have had the same debate with themselves. On the one hand, it makes total sense that Rosa, a person who only barely tolerates working alongside other people at all, would be the one to take the drastic step of leaving policing altogether. Take Rosa’s resignation, the season’s clearest response to the real world and biggest creative swing overall. Meaningfully addressing the consequences of police corruption would inevitably mean puncturing not just its premise, but its ultimately optimistic worldview.

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At the end of the day, this series is determined to make people feel better by each episode’s end, and has successfully done so for many (including this writer, who has, full disclosure, more than once called “Brooklyn Nine-Nine” one of her “comfort shows”). On paper, each of these story threads makes perfect sense for the world that “Brooklyn Nine-Nine” has established, in which its self-consciously “progressive” precinct is an exception within the more obviously backwards machine of the NYPD writ large.Īnd yet, it’s hard not to leave “The Good Ones” feeling like there was a whole other episode of meatier material left behind, perhaps because unpacking it might have imploded the show from the inside out. Amy (Melissa Fumero), back from maternity leave, spirals when she thinks she’s lost Holt’s affection, until he finally admits to her that he’s so shaken up from the year’s events that he’s barely been keeping it together. trying to help victims of police brutality, agrees to work with Jake on a case only to realize he’s just doing it to prove that “not all” cops are so bad. In addition to Rosa resigning, Boyle spends the episode annoying his Black boss Terry (Terry Crews) with anti-racist talking points that are as well-meaning as they are deeply annoying. After all, I can't imagine the series coming to a close without characters like Adrian Pimento (Jason Mantzoukas), Doug Judy (Craig Robinson), and, of course, Gina Linetti (Chelsea Peretti), making a special appearance.“The Good Ones,” co-written by David Phillips and Dewayne Perkins, does its best to tackle the ongoing controversies around the police, systemic corruption, and community distrust of all the above. I hope that Brooklyn Nine-Nine finds a way to pack the final 10 episodes of the season with special guests. NBC recently announced that the final season would debut the week after the Tokyo Olympic Games, whose closing ceremony is set for August 8. Right now we don't know which direction it's going to go in," Crews said at the time. Two weeks later, Andy Samberg confirmed that changes were being made to the show that would reflect the ongoing protests happening in and around the New York City area specifically.īrooklyn Nine-Nine stars Andy Samberg, Andre Braugher, Melissa Fumero, Terry Crews, Joe Lo Truglio, Stephanie Beatriz, Joel McKinnon Miller, and Dirk Blocker. "Dan Goor had four episodes all ready to go, and they just threw them in the trash. The last hurrah for Brooklyn's finest will consist of 10 episodes, giving the cast a finite amount of time to send everyone off on a high note.īack in June of last year, Terry Crews revealed that scripts for the first four episodes of the final season were being scrapped in the wake of civil unrest across the globe following the deaths of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, and many others. It's been confirmed that the eighth and final season of NBC's Brooklyn Nine-Nine will launch with back-to-back episodes beginning at 8 p.m. Do you know what Terry loves more than yogurt? An official premiere date for the final season of Brooklyn Nine-Nine!