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Heyy, can I request a will poulter imagine since you do fanfics for 🧍🏾‍♀️. Ig a long distance scenerio that as lot of angst but end in either fluff,smut or angst I’m down for anything. I’m just thankful for a poc writer honestly 😭

Imagine you are in a relationship with Will but both of your work schedules are pushing you further apart. The distance begins to cause a strain on your relationship, leading to a fight that might end your relationship..or is it?

warning: 18+ only, language, smut, oral(f receiving), unprotected smut(wrap it before you tap it), you said you were down for anything lol, established relationship, slight angst, no beta reading cause I'm a thug, y/n is a black reader but woc/poc are welcomed🤎

You and Will rarely fight.

Sure, you two have had disagreements but those never escalated further. There's no yelling or backhanded comments, if anything, you both learned very easily on in the relationship that you both hated going to bed angry and always made it a point to talk out your problems together and come to a peaceful resolution.

So why haven't you heard from him in over a week?

The last conversation ended in a heated fight over FaceTime. It was going on close to a year since you last saw each other in person - not like it wasn’t anything that you two weren’t used to but this time around, your schedules made it damn near impossible to even call, especially being in different time zone.

You didn't want to admit it but it was hard - and as you lay in your hotel room, you couldn't stop the ache that's been slowly building in your chest. You hated fighting with Will and especially hated it had you questioning you own relationship but it felt like you were the only one trying!

Will joining Marvel and becoming apart of the MCU was a big deal and you couldn’t of been any more prouder of him than you already were. He was working hard, you knew that, but you still couldn’t help but feel a little neglected and when there was finally a free week in your schedule, you made sure to tell him.

It was only a week and you missed your boyfriend like crazy, so you were going to make it work. That was until he broke the news to you, reshoots. You were hurt, crushed really, and from the other side of the screen, you could tell he was too. It wasn’t Will’s fault, you knew that but couldn’t hide the sadness anymore. You let it out, and in turn, he rightfully defended himself. Looking back on it now, it was a stupid fight but in that moment, you angrily ended the call and turned off your notifications for the night.

'A few days to cool off is needed' you thought to yourself on set but before you knew it, one day turned into three and soon enough you were in your hotel room getting ready. You had glanced down at your phone, thinking about shouting a text first but your pride wouldn't let you and with a new reason to be upset all over again, you left the room and got your Uber.

It was the wrap-up party for a mini-series you were working on with HBO or should you call it Max? You didn’t know and frankly tonight, you didn’t really care, the only thing on your mind was Will. You scan the room as cast and crew mingled about. You should be celebrating with them, enjoying completing a project you spent years writing and having a great team to back it up but right now, you just wanted to be alone.

Stepping out to the private balcony, you breathed in the summer night before taking in the view. The restaurant that production rented out allowed you a decent view of the skyline and enough height to see people walking below or coming to dine in and as you people watch for a split second, a familiar figure just down the street looking slightly lost.

"Will?" you squinted, getting a better look and seeing that it was in fact, Will, and you quickly called out to him before finally getting his attention.

"Surprise!" He shouted and you tried to stop the smile from growing on your face but you couldn't help it.

"What are doing here?"

"Surprising you!"

You didn't have much to say after that, all the anger and pent-up frustration all but faded and you wanted nothing more than to ditch this party and spend it with him.

So you did.

On the way back to your hotel, Will let it slip that you had to bride your assistant to give him the location and when you asked why he didn't just call you, Will sheepishly pulled out his cracked open, scratching the back of his head. "Kinda messed around and broke my phone on set the other. I had my manager book my flight and everything."

You could of swoon.

It was quiet as you enter your hotel room, Will shut the door behind him as he watches you carefully. He doesn't know why, but he felt nervous, maybe it was because this was the first time you'd been in the same room in close to a year.

"So, um I-"

"Listen, baby, I'm-"

You both rush to speak, smiling slightly as some of the tension leaves the room. Will stepping closer until he was sitting next to you and naturally, you lean into him, resting your head against his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." You whisper softly, not wanting to break this bubble.

A sigh leaves his lips, "I should be the one apologizing, Y/n.

"Can we just agree that this fight was super dumb and forget it happen?" you glance up at him smiling softly at you as he pulls you closer.

"Forget about what?"

You chuckle, shaking your head slightly. "And thank you for coming all the way here too, it really means a lot."

Will places a gentle kiss against your forehead before pulling back slightly as he takes in your beautiful features. "I really was trying to surprise you."

A smile graces your lips, "and you did surprise me, really."

"Maybe I should get a reward for my brilliant plan."

"And what kind of reward were you looking for?"

"Hmm, a kiss should suffice."

You were giggling now, "I think I should be the one asking for a kiss."

Will quirks a brow, an amused smirk playing on his face as he shifts in his seat before easily pulling you onto his lap. "Really now?"

You innocently nodded your head before letting out a playful sigh, "Yeah, I was left all alone, broken-hearted and sad-" a surprised yelp leaves your lips as your easily picked up and tossed over Will's shoulder without even a second thought, yelping again when you feel his hand give your ass a quick slap before he places you on the bed, lips meeting in a kiss that quickly turned heated.

The dress and heels you wore were taken off with ease but you couldn't say the same for your panties which were practically torn from your body and Will's lips kissing down your body until he reaches your wet center.

The sounds that tumbled out of your pretty mouth had him groaning into your core, earning another whine and buck of your hips to meet his hungry mouth.

"Yes, p-please ahh, more!" you begged as your fingers tangled into his hair and tugged on his roots. You were already sensitive from being pent up for so long that you felt everything he was doing to your pussy; his flattened tongue rubbing over your throbbing bud before wrapping and sucking on your clit as his finger pumped into your sobbing core. You were breathless and started feeling way more exposed than you even realized getting lost in the feeling of his mouth and feeling the heat rushing from your ears down to the tip of your toes that it takes you a few seconds to realize that Will stopped his movements.

You quickly tug at the end of his shirt, "You got too many clothes on." Will chuckles, sitting up between your parted thighs and easily discarding his shirt as you take him all in.

"Better?" He asked but you quickly shook your head and he caught on quickly, getting out of his jeans and briefs, and you were finally blessed with seeing his harden length after so long you could cry. You were just reaching for it when his much larger hand stop yours, "Later, darling, I really need to be inside you right now."

You could see the neediness in his eyes, stroking his cock at just the thought of finally being inside you were breaking his cool, and honestly, you didn't want to wait anymore either. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as your legs spread for him. The tip of his cock brushes against your dripping folds and you can't help but moan, raising your hips to catch more friction. That's when he eases into you, both gasping at the stretch that had your walls already squeezing him in more.

"So tight," Will groans, his face buried in your neck that his breath tickles your skin, raising goosebumps. He eases into you some more and your mouth falls open and your eyes roll back as your nails dig into his back but he doesn't seem the least bit fazed from the marks you were giving him while you try to keep your wits end.

Will soon pulls back, his large hands traveling down your quivering body until he's pushing your thighs back unable your knees are touching your chest in a gasp but he doesn't stop his thrust. His eyes flickering lower to watch his cock sink deeper into your wet pussy, the slick sounds coming from your tight was starting to drive him mad.

"Fuck, I might just cum right now," he whines, his cock hitting your spot just right you were starting to see stars. "you're so good to me, baby. so pretty taking my cock, yes!"

He usually wasn't this vocal but you weren't complaining, responding back in whimper and moans since you feel your brain turning to mush when he slows his pace but thrust deeper.

Will drinks in your appearance. You look so beautiful with your face contorted with pleasure, your eyes half closed and your glossed lips parted with sweet-sounding moans, and the louder you got, the more tempting the thought of fucking you all night was in the stars. He closed the gap between the two of you and kissed you. It was hungry and messy with all tongue and teeth. The hand that wasn't on your tit moved to your clit, rubbing quick circles on your swollen nub.

You clamped around him even tighter feeling his hand and with the way you were moaning into his mouth, he knew you were going to cum and he wasn't far behind either. Your fingers tangled in his hair once you broke the heated kiss, forehead touching

"That's it, baby, cum for me. Cum all over my cock." He strokes deeper, leaving you panting more as you dig your nails into his shoulders, and from the low hiss leaving his lips, you're sure you broke skin this time but you didn't care, not when your eyes fluttered shut, body shooked underneath him as your orgasm ripped through you in waves after waves. "C-Cumming! I'm cumming!" His pace was unrelenting, giving your more deep thrust until he buried his cock deep inside you, flooding your tight walls with his cum.

It was quiet aside from you two catching your breath. He gently drops your legs as he steadies himself on one arm, he uses his other hand to caress your cheek, your eyes meet his gaze a soft smile grew on both your faces.

"I love you."

"I love you too, more than you'll ever know."

You and Will rarely fight but when you do, you two are always making up in the end.

@penny44224

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peterparkersnose · 2 years

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pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

word count: 3.4k

warnings: attack description, clicker attack, nightmares, anxiety, wound description, angst, denial of feelings, alcohol mentioned, swearing, mentions and descriptions of gun use, near death experience (if u can’t handle the game don’t read)

HAPPY LAST OF US DAY!!!

a/n ive played tlou 3x and tlou2 2x (going through my second round rn) so shut up pls i dont want any of the ‘you only like joel bc hes pedro’ fr come on ive been playing this game since i was 12. (i’m not like other girls 🥵) jackson joel just does something to me mmmm. wrote this nov 18 ‘22 saved for today

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summary Y/N gets attacked by a clicker during an intense time with Joel

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You could feel the air escaping your lungs at a dangerous rate. The rifle at your side slammed against your thigh as you kept running. The thick forest was just as you remembered it; wet, cold, and dark.

You were outnumbered. Mostly runners, but you spotted a few clickers. The brush on the forest floor wasn’t helping. Your heavy breathing and the sloshing of your boots against the snowy ground were making too much noise.

Where the fuck was Ellie?

3 bullets. Rifle was empty, spent that on some sharp shooting up the hill on some runners you and Ellie found in the town. How stupid were you? Those were an easy kill with a knife. But your childish games on who could get the best headshot left you empty.

Your heart dropped as the rock formation appeared. It was too high. It covered the forest like the earth split into two. That is when you came to terms, and you had to come to it quickly.

You were going to die.

Soon enough, the first runner appeared. Easy kill. One down, maybe 7 to go?

Where the fuck was Ellie?

The next one came. Two down. Three at a time now? A fucking clicker followed them? You wished the brush was tall enough to hide in.

It was useless fighting off three runners at a time with a clicker on their heels. This was it. Death.

The stone wall was cool against your backside. You hugged your knees to your chest as you pulled out your handgun.

At least the clicker would have a good meal.

Shot- one down. Shot- another. The clicker sped up. Shot, wounded but not dead. Quick slice with the knife. Dead.

The shrieking screams of the clicker engulfed your senses as the monster came running at you. It’s flailing arms we’re the last thing you were prepared to see.

You felt the hands on your shoulder. Dead hands of a monster, unspeakable to most. The hands grabbed your shoulders, but no bite came.

Just blinding white noise and a splatter on your face.

You had convinced yourself you were dead. You would never see anyone again. You had died the same death as your father years prior. The death that left you alone.

“Dad?” you managed to mutter out.

The white noise turned into ringing as two hands held your shoulder and shook you.

“Y/N? Y/N please, are you okay?”

Ellie.

“Maria I found her! Here!”

Cloth material wiped over your eyes and they opened. Ellie, splattered with blood stood in front of you with the most panicked look you had ever seen on the girls face.

“Your okay!” she yelled at you, wrapping her arms around you.

Sitting besides you two was the headless clicker that should have killed you.

***

You should be dead. Get this horrible life over with. Dead with your father, with the mother you never knew. Living a life without this disease, these creatures. Free of pain.

When you woke up in the medical wing you were pretty sure almost the whole town was there. You felt like an item on display at a museum. Looking over all the eyes, you most definitely were not searching for his. The whole reason you volunteered to go out with Ellie that day instead of Dina. And of course, he was not there. Why would he be?

“She’s awake!” someone yelled from the crowd. Every eye in the room seemed to fall on you at once. The nurse pushed past the group of people and went to your side.

“For heavens sake! Get out!” the nurse yelled to the group of onlookers. “Give her some goddamn space.” you heard from the crowd as people started to walk towards the exit.

Everyone wanted a look at the girl who survived a clicker attack.

“Hey,” she said, slowly approaching you and sitting on the chair next to your bed. “Ellie!” you exclaimed, embracing the girl tightly. “What happened?” you asked Ellie, releasing your grip on her and settling back into the bed.

The bond had been there since the day you met her. You always remember the look of the scared little girl on the back of Joel’s horse when they first entered Jackson. The bond you two had helped her grow into the person she is now. Ellie had always described you as an older sister. But Ellie was always there for you, and you for her. She was your best friend, platonic soulmate. And a damn good shot.

“I killed it,” she said bluntly. “I-I came at the right time it was about to bite you and- you should have seen it Y/N my shotgun did a number on that thing.”

“A-am I infected?” you asked, looking down at your body for the first time. Your tank top was still on, your jacket was missing. Your jeans were covered in dry blood and smelt of pine needles.

“It’s been three days. You got some pretty nasty scratches though. Sick looking if you ask me. Scars of a warrior.” she added, referring to her tattoo.

And that’s when you saw them. The claw marks were sewn shut on your left shoulder. Your eyes widened as you began to panic. You began to squirm and the pain set in.

“Hey, hey calm down. She took care of you. Best nurse in town, I made sure.” Ellie said, grabbing your good shoulder and stroking your arm to calm you down.

“The doctors said if your vitals stay stable for the next few hours you can go home. Dina and I cleaned up the place for you,” Ellie smiled, stroking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“What have people been saying?” you asked, holding her hand tightly in yours. “That your a hero. You cleared out that building and we found a stash of food that’s going to last for… well, probably a good year. That’s amazing Y/N! They found baby formula for JJ- tons of it. You were right it was the old warehouse.”

A small smile rose to your lips but Ellie could tell what you really wanted to hear about.

What Joel had been saying.

And Joel hasn’t said much. Tommy had told him a brief description in passing of what happened when it was happening. He figured you were dead when they sent out a rescue wagon for you. He even watched as Maria’s horse lead in your body. Ellie was sitting with you in her arms screaming for a nurse, your whole left arm was covered in blood. What was visible of your face was white as a sheet and you weren’t moving. Joel had to silently give up the inkling of what could have been. Hell, you were the first girl who he even considered after his divorce over thirty years ago. It had to end one day and he had to silently agree with it.

“I don’t…” Ellie began, following with a sigh. “Y/N, don’t get yourself worked up over it. It’s not worth it.” Ellie began, knowing her friend too well. “Did he even come and see me?” you asked, looking to Ellie’s eyes. She couldn’t look into yours. She closed her eyes for a quick moment and shook her head. “No,” she whispered.

“Am I a fool?” you asked her. “I’m not sure,” she replied, weary.

The whole reason you went with her instead of Dina was because of Joel. You most definitely could not face him that day after the previous night.

He had knocked on your door a little after nine. He noticed a change in your demeanor today when he came in the room while teaching the some of the kids how to shoot. He wanted to make sure you were okay. Joel felt like he had some responsibility over you to make sure you were always okay because of what happened.

Joel was the one who was with your father when he died.

Sure, he was older than you. You weren’t sure exactly, but he was younger than your father by many years. The attraction from your end started when you saw him drunk off his ass during a celebration dancing with Tommy in the bar. It was the most unconventionally attractive thing, but it flipped some switch in you. When your dad died he taught you how to perfect your aim and kill efficiently. Never crossing any line because you were his dead friend’s daughter. And you were so close to Ellie. Ellie wasn’t too fond of your crush that you confided in her, but she grew to love the idea. Her family.

He came and visited you a little after nine. You were about to slip into bed before you heard the knock on your door. The night was cold and your pajama pants and thin tank top was not cutting it. You invited him inside. He had brought you a tiny gift to lift your mood; a bottle of gin. Your favorite. And you two drank at least half of that bottle of gin. You talked about everything from your father’s death to the time Tommy accidentally washed his clothes with Maria’s pink bra and still has an abundance of pink clothing to this day. The gin was most definitely speaking when you told him how you felt.

And he left.

“Let it go for now- okay? We’re gonna get you out of here and back home.” Ellie reassured you. Nodding your head, you fell back into the cold bed and closed your eyes just wishing it could all go away.

Home was empty as it could be. The bottle of gin sat on your coffee table. Your bed was made for the first time in years. Your work station was organized and all of your pens and art supplies were cleaned. You had remembered when Joel gave you those pens, he found them one day and thought of you. Your rifles now hung on your wall. Definitely was Dina’s idea, but you liked it. A tiny gift wrapped in a beige paper with a tiny bit of twine around it sat under your newly mounted rifles.

“Woo hoo. Christmas.” you said to yourself sarcastically. Kneeling down, you opened the package.

Bullets.

For safe keeping, ~Maria

Of course it was from Maria. She always played the mother you never had when she wanted to.

The immense feeling of sleep hit you like a brick wall. I guess being attacked by a clicker and living was a strenuous activity. All you wanted now to do was sleep. Unmaking the nicely folded sheets, you melted back into your bed. The sun was setting in your window and the horses were coming in for the day. You could hear them trotting past your window. You wondered if Joel was just feet away. It was what now… Thursday? You couldn’t remember if he still did the Thursday shift or if he switched with someone else. Who cares, sleep was creeping up slowly and the thought of Joel set you out cold.

The forest was blacker than usual. Without a doubt, you recognized where you were. Running again. All you seemed to do was run now these days. Taking a brief look back while you ran through the forest, you stopped as you realized a whole hoard of clickers were just at your heels. You didn’t have time to react. They were on you ripping your flesh off your body. The dream never seemed to end. You felt each bite and tear of your flesh until-

“Y/N!” Maria screamed, shaking you awake and still being mindful of your wound. “Fuck!” you screamed, sobbing into her arms. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck!” you continued, squirming in bed as she held you.

Your door was wide open and it was now pitch black out. The screams alerted security, and they called for a search of the town. Tommy quickly found the source of the screams and sent Maria in.

Standing outside your door was Tommy, peering in on the sight of his wife with you.

“Gather people. She needs to be watched.” Maria commanded Tommy as she held your shaking body. Too many people had left their homes now to look at the scene and disrupted the peaceful night.

Ellie sat with your head in her lap, slowly stroking your hair trying to get you to fall asleep. “Don’t worry. Nobody in this town will let anything happen to you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The whole previous night you didn’t sleep. You stared at your wall and just thought. And that whole day you delved yourself in drawings you hadn’t finished or poems you had the inspiration for. Took a shower. You looked through your closet and picked out a fresh outfit. You tried all the little things that usually worked on your old self, but your old self was gone.

That bottle of gin sat on your coffee table and haunted you throughout the day as well. You didn’t have the heart to throw it away, or the mindset to drink it. So there it sat. Pitiful.

You were at a loss for words. No words could describe the immense amount of pain re living that memory caused last night.

Ellie began to hum a tune. It was sweet and reminded you of something innocent. Your eyes began to get heavy. “You ready?” she asked, fluffing up your pillow. Reluctantly, you shook your head yes.

The absolute end was there and tiredness finally seeped in. Distraught sleep left and peaceful sleep took its place.

Ellie dimmed your lamp and smoothed the covers on your bed. It reminded you of the time you took care of Ellie years ago when she was sick. “Sweet dreams,” she said, giving your forehead a brief kiss.

Mumbling was heard outside your door, but you didn’t care.

The field was beautiful. Finally, peace. The flowers stemmed beautifully and the sun shown down on your face. Your hands ran through the fresh green grass. Laying in the rays, you suddenly felt the field get smaller. Sitting up, you realized the sun had disappeared and the field was getting smaller and smaller by the second. The sudden edge of a forest was getting closer and closer. And then with one blink you were back. The forest erected around you. You were back.

“No, no…” he heard from your house. Joel’s interest peaked from the grounds left in his coffee mug to the silent struggles in your bedroom. He lifted himself off your porch chair and looked through your window. You were writhing in bed.

“Ellie!” you let out the first yell. It was so loud that it startled Joel to his core and began a flight of panic. Joel didn’t hesitate to burst your door open. “Ellie don’t leave!” you yelled again.

“Hey,” he said softly, patting your shoulder. A loud groan of pain came from your lips. Joel’s heart sank as the feelings on guilt he felt for letting you go on patrol that day set in once again.

“Y/N!” he whisper yelled, yanking your body over to face him. Your eyes shot open. Ripped from the dream into another one.

You looked him up and down. This wasn’t real. It was another dream. Tears welled up in your eyes as you shut them tight, praying you would wake up somewhere else.

“It was a bad dream,” he whispered, resting his hand on your thigh. His thumb patiently rubbed your thigh as your breathing sped up. Your legs matched up perfectly, knees facing him. Your face was buried in your hands that were now grasping at your eyes.

“Stop it,” Joel hissed, grabbing your manic hands tightly. “This isn’t real,” you cried out, sobs following it.

His heart seemed to break into a million pieces when you started to full on cry. The last time he dealt with a crying girl it was Ellie. Wait- no, maybe it was Sarah. He honestly wasn’t sure, but it was most definitely years ago.

“Everything is alright. I know how it is. I-I didn’t sleep for a few days after my first clicker encounter. Those things are nasty fuckers.” he said, his hand returning to your thigh trying to soothe you. He was clueless on what he was supposed to do.

At this point, you realized you weren’t dreaming. He was here. His hand was on your thigh. He was sitting on your bed. You were in a tank top that cut a little too low for your liking.

Your teary eyes looked up and met his. He hadn’t moved his gaze off of your face. He gave you a soft reassuring smile.

Joel cursed himself for letting his feelings creep back in. This was wrong anyways, he felt sick any time he thought about you. The pit of his stomach couldn’t handle it much more, he had pretty much forgotten about you (as much as he would like to admit). But when Tommy assigned him second watch of you that night, he just knew it had trouble written all over it.

“Go back to sleep now. Pretty girls need their beauty sleep.” he said, instantly regretting it.

That line worked on Sarah, but in a whole different way with a much different meaning. He wanted to suck back in the words as fast as he said them.

Letting a tense breathe go, he steadied himself on your bed frame and made his way to the door.

He had made his way to the door as you spoke.

“Joel?”

His hand stopped his motion as it rested on the top of your door frame.

“Yeah?” he asked, turning around.

“W-will you stay? Just for a little bit.” you said, stuttering as you realized how large his body was compared to your door.

He paused. “I suppose.”

You moved your legs so he would have enough room to sit next to you. You heard his knee crack as he sat down on the low rise bed. His legs sat upward as he leant a hand behind your legs to steady himself.

“I’m sorry.” you said. It had to be said, what better time than now? “I don’t want to hear your apologies.” he huffed. “It was inappropriate.” you spit out again. “No- Y/N, stop. Please.” he asked. “You need to get some sleep.”

“I can’t sleep. Every time I sleep I go… back there. I can’t.” you whimpered. He sighed, groaning and wiping his brow.

“What would you like me to do about it? I can’t do anything.”

“Stay.”

Joel was left confused on how your calmness met his angry tone. He knew you well, he was surprised you weren’t screaming in his face. You didn’t take shit. You were being patient for once in your life.

Oh, how you’ve changed since the attack.

“I’m here. What more do you want from me?” he asked. His tone had extra edge of anger to it that was fueled with a faint passion.

In the darkness, you reached for his hand. It was coarse and dry, with many various scars and callouses you could feel just with a slight touch. He instinctively pulled back a bit, but gave in within the second. Wrapping your fingers with his, you places his hand back on your thigh.

“Y/N I-”

“The thing you were doing before on my leg. It was nice.”

“Oh,” he said, defeating the original thought from his head. His thumb began slowly moving in circles once again.

You were showing him what you needed.

He watched as your sad face closed your eyes and sighed. You felt safe for the first time in days.

Joel felt the pit in his stomach widen and fully consume him. The girl who practically raised Ellie from when she arrived; his dead friend’s daughter; one of the best damn killers in all of Jackson; Y/N. God, he was in so much trouble with his morals.

“I’m too far deep in this shit,” he muttered to himself, rubbing his forehead with his free hand.

Your eyes fluttered open to see him. “What?” you asked.

“I can’t…” he said, beginning to shake his knee up and down. “What?” repeated yourself in a confused tone.

His strong body swept over yours. He grabbed your shoulder ever so softly and perched you in his arms. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

No initiative had to be made besides the movement of your lips against his. Your hand wrapped itself in his hair, playing softly as he held your back strongly. A slight moan came from his lips that he instantly regretted when you accidentally tugged ever so slightly on his graying strands of hair. For the split second that you two separated gasping for air, he pulled you tighter.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been fighting this,” he whispered on your lips. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” you sighed, staring back at his scruffy face.

Joel came back to his senses. He felt different. He could never go back to the same person he was a minute ago. His world revolved around something new. No more obsessing over patrol and how to appease Tommy. No more worrying over how Ellie could handle herself. No more worrying about his aching joints and the fear of getting older. Something new became the center of his universe. He had folded.

The girl laying in his arms who now rested her head against his chest.

“You really need sleep darlin’,” he sighed. You sighed in resistance.

“You want me to stay?” he asked, looking down at your exhausted face.

“Please.”

You moved over in your bed as he made himself comfortable. Joel never realized how much larger he was than you until he slept with you in his arms.

You layed on his chest as one arm wrapped around your shoulders. His hand rested comfortably on your shoulder.

“Thank you.” you whispered. He placed a small kiss on your head. Your arms wrapped around your stomach, making yourself more comfortable in his embrace. The only sound in the room was your soft breathing.

“Go to sleep now. Your safe with me, my sweet girl.”

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stardust-ti · 9 months

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Long night?

I don't know...

I heard about the cancellation in the AM hours and stayed up way later than I should have. I'm so tired.

But

I just want to say. While I'm holding out hope for a miracle, If this is all the content we're getting. I'm still interacting with it.

I'm still in hyperfixation and I'll be damned if HBO Max rips the one thing I look forward to away from me prematurely. It will eventually fade, I know. But for now. I'm still going to create content. Writing. Making videos. Posting.

If you still want to see that then I'm still here. I will enjoy every bit we got as long as I possibly can.

The more we interact with the content the longer it stays alive.

If you still want to yell about gay pirates with me. Hit me up. Thank you for letting be part of your community. ❤️

#ofmd #our flag means death #stede telescope #ed teach #ofmd season 3 #renew ofmd #be a lighthouse #renew as a crew

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cherrythepuppet · 1 year

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This was a oneshot I made for the after-story for a fanfic I made

You adjusted the hood of your Glamrock Chica onesie as Cassie blew on her freshly painted nails "Gregory You Ready?" She asked as she rolled up the sleeve sof her Roxy onesie

Gregory groaned as he walked into the living room in a Glamrock Freddy onesie "This is stuipd" he grumbled "Well too bad Greg!" You exclaimed

Cassie blew on her nails again "We all got these for a reason Gregory" She said "And that is?" Grehory asked with an eye roll

"So we could all match!" You chuckled "But this is stuipd! Why wear onesies When all we're doing is going to watch Back to the future?!" Gregory yelled

"Because it makes you upset and I look F!cking hot" you joked "Lanague!" Cassie yelled as she smacked the back of your head "OW!" You said as you rubbed the back of your head

Gregory sighed "I'm surrounded by idoits" he mumbled as he turned the TV on "It's on HBO Max Right?" He asked and Cassie nodded

Just as Gregory was about to hit Play to start the movie all the lights began flickering and Soon they all shut off "What the!-" "Hey that's my foot!" "Gregory personal space!" "(Y/n) move!" "I can't see!"

The commotion was loud but eventually you managed to grab a flashlight, you smacked it aginast the counter to get it to work and soon it slowly came to life

You shined the light in the direction of Cassie and Gregory "The power's out" you said "What seriously?!" Cassie groaned

Gregory looked out the front window and groaned as well "The whole neighborhood is out!" He told you two

"Great! The animatronics are- er- were charging and now they probably have low battery and it doesn't help that Vanessa is at work either!" Cassie yelled

You checked your Rox-Watch and it was 7:09 at night, You checked the new notifs on it and saw one about the power outage in your area

It also said the power wouldn't be back on until 9:00, You wanted to punch the wall "Serioudly 9:00?!" Gregory yelled

"Vanessa gets off a 8:00 so until then we better find soemthing to preoccupie ourselves" Cassie mumbled "Ooh I have an idea!" You exclaimed

That got Cassie and Gregory's attention and they both tilted their heads to let you know to continue "We could play Hide'N'Seek in the dark! The seeker has the flashlight while the others hide!" You told them

Cassie lit up at the idea "YEAH!" She exclaimed "That doesn't sound so bad actually" Gregory mumbled "Okay I'll count first Now you two go hide!" You said

You turned around and closed your eyes "One, Two, Three, Four, Five..." you started counting as Cassie hid in a closet and Gregory hid under a table

Once you finished counting you turned the flashlight back on (You just kept hitting it against the counter-) before venturing off to look for them

You looked in the living room but didn't find them, you looked in the bathroom but didn't find them, You checked the garage where the animatronic were supposed to be charging but didn't find them

You then checked the hallway closets and heard Cassie giggling "Found you!" You exclaimed as you opened the closet door

Cassie couldn't stop laughing while you contiued to look for Gregory, you tripped while looking and dropped the flashlight under the table

You tried to grab the flasglight when suddenly it was...Handed to you? You flinched then moved the table cloth and saw Gregory with a sh!t earing grin

"Gregory!" You yelled as he climbed out fron under the table chuckling "What?" He asked in an innocent way "You svared me!" You yelled

Gregory only laughed as he stood up and you handed the flashlight to Cassie "Come on it was Funny!" Grehory chuckled

"N-no it wasn't!" You said "You seriously scared me!" You added as Gregory continued laughing but it was slowly dying down

He put an arm around your Shoulder and smirked "I would take you to the movies, but they don’t let you bring outside snacks in" he told you

Your face turned red in embarrassment as you playfully smacked him away "Gregory!" You yelled as you heard Cassie begin counting

You ran off from Gregory and hid behind the couch as Gregory climbed onto of the fridge

Cassie found Gregory instantly because in her words "He's predictable" but she couldn't find you, Gregory however did find you and he held back a laugh

"Where are you (Y/n)?!" Cassie groaned as you covered your mouth to not laugh as you hid behind the couch soon the front door unlocked and opened

"GREGORY! CASSIE! (Y/N)!" Vanessa called out "I got home as quick as I could once I heard the power went out!" She said

Soon the power flickered back to life "What are you doing?" Vanessa asked "We were playing hide'n'seek in the dark!" Gregory exclaimed

Vanessa stared confused "Alright and where's (Y/n)" she asked "Still hiding" Cassie said before clearing her throat "(Y/N) YOU WIN!" Cassie yelled

You crawled out from behind the couch and then stretched "YOU WERE BEHIND THE COUCH?!" Cassie asked

You snorted and nodded as Vanessa chuckled "What's with the outfits?" She asked "We did it because Gregory hated it and we were going to watch Back to the future before the power went out" You explained

Vanessa nodded "Well the power's back on and you three can watch the movie now" she said and you grinned as you jumped onto the couch

Cassie grabbed the popcorn as Gregory grabbed the remote and sat next to you Vanessa rolled her eyes as she went to her room

Cassie turned the living room light off to make it seem like a movie theater before sitting on the other side of the couch

The movie began and halfway through it Gregory did the fake yawn thing to put his arm around you making you laugh slightly

You leaned your head on his shoulder and smiled as Gregory's fave turned red and Cassie took a picture for blackmail...

#fnaf cassie #fnaf security breach #gregory fnaf #Fnaf Gregory x reader #oneshot #fluff

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unrely · 11 months

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rant about the finale of ofmd season 2 below

it has been so clear thoughout this whole season that the cast and crew were suffering horribly from cost cutting and the strikes. crew members were disappearing in the middle of episodes so that the not-pirate crew could manage schedule and finances. costuming took a big hit. most new characters were played by new zealand actors because they couldn't afford to fly anyone else in. they had to film in new zealand. the entire plot seemed cut short in places, like they were trying to make it all fit in such a short time.

i knew i was going to be disappointed the moment i saw the finale was only 30 minutes long. there was no way they could have tied up all those loose ends in a satisfying way in that amount of time. not only was izzy's death unsatisfying and unnecessary to the plot other than cutting him out of the way so there wasn't the loose end of his love for edward getting in the way of stede and ed's happily ever after; stupid choices were made. it doesnt make any sense to me that they wouldnt have checked ricky for a gun or even that he needed to be there to begin with. the crew's final escape took about four minutes and was wholly unsatisfying because they needed to wrap up.

the thing i really want to say is this - i really hope everyone gives the writers some slack. it is so fucking clear that they were being rushed and were struggling to give us a satisfying ending with impossible odds. i wouldn't be surprised if they knew something we didn't about the chances of us getting a season three.

don't yell at the writers. yell at hbo max. this was not a lack of creativity or skill - we saw them do wonderful things last season. this was capitalism. this was cost-cuts. support sag aftra. support the writers.

#(( idk what to tag this. ))#ooc.#ofmd s2 spoilers #politics cw #(( its heading in that direction anyway ))#okay to reblog.

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bethanyactually · 1 year

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I was passively tagged by @jumpingpuddles — thanks, Elli! <3

Last song: In a Week by Hozier (feat. Karen Cowley)

Last film: We had a family movie night last week and watched The Prince of Egypt because my 12-year-old couldn't remember having seen it (she was probably 3 or 4 last time we watched it). She really enjoyed it!

Currently reading: for my 12yo's homeschool, we're currently reading The Sand Reckoner, which is a fictional novel about the real 3rd-century CE mathematician Archimedes, and is so far very good! We're also reading We Have No Idea: A Guide to the Unknown Universe. I just got the book Sabriel from the library and am looking forward to starting that, and I am still slooooowly reading Murder Must Advertise.

Currently watching: Only Murders in the Building and Lower Decks, and rewatching Nancy Drew.

Current obsession: Nancy Drew, all four seasons of which are now on HBO Max if anyone's been meaning to watch it but was waiting till it had all aired. 😇 (If you watch it, come yell at me about it!)

Low-key, no-pressure tagging some folks from my recent activity: @imaginependragonson, @australisramblings, @monkeymeghan, @beturass, @wittyno, @its-just-a--username, @agentbethanyoftheinquisition, @kittcattastrophe, @kermitspussy, @fierycavalier, @ponyregrets, and anyone else who'd like to do this.

#meme #me

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lesbiancocksucker · 11 months

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actually I've figured it out The Real Reason david killed izzy its so all us izzy lovers would yell at max long enough for the show to get renewed the seagull was a promise we just need to hound hbos ass

#me delusional: heres how we still win #ofmd

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aureoboros · 1 year

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our flag means death teaser just dropped. they really did that. i will be screaming and crying for the rest of eternity

i haven't been feeling very well recently so i haven't gotten around to fanart yet, but i absolutely will as soon as i can!!

i have never been this excited about a second season of a show !!!!! it's kind of wild to me that it's a real thing that exists. so many cancelled shows have made me less optimistic for renewals, but it's incredible that this story is really going to continue !! the first season didn't really get any advertisement at all, it was all just by queer word of mouth. and i think that's lovely !! it just shows what we can make happen when we band together :] (it'd be even better if hbo max paid their writers and actors fair living wages though,, just saying,,) i can't wait to watch this silly pirate show and for online to be like march of last year again !! october 5th we're so back !! we're all in the brainrot again folks

will be yelling about the teaser in the tags just in case anyone who comes across this hasn't seen it yet, and if you haven't, go watch it !!

#i thought it might be more vague like the season 1 trailer but NO it was SO gay #that's what the message in a bottle was !! stede is in love and he will not shut up about it !! i love him !!#ed. my poor little meow meow. he really crashed a wedding and then repainted the bride doll as himself #i love you but i want to study you under a microscope #also i understand though. as long as lucius is alive you can commit as many atrocities as u want it's okay #speaking of lucius he's in the walls he's all good #ALSO THE JIM AND FRENCHIE OUTFITS. THEY'RE DRESSED LIKE THE REST OF THE BLACKBEARD CREW #quit ur job. join my emo pirate crew. truly #also i'm half sure the revenge is getting picked up by anne bonny and mary read ! i really wanted them to be in this season #stede is going to be getting his ass kicked throughout this season until he learns proper pirating #and i am here for it #i really hope they expand more on jim and oluwande ! oluwande backstory ! both of them deserve it !!!#the prince song !!! agh !!!!#he did a punch !!!#i will never be normal ever again. truly #i apologize in advance #our flag means death season 2 spoilers #ofmd 2 spoilers #ofmd s2 #ofmd #our flag means death

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waldosakimbo · 2 years

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Since Old (2021) is on HBO Max, we finally watched and what sucks is that I think its neat idea. Garish and evil and neat. And it's so buckwild atrocious bad, the dialogue??? The DIALOGUE?? Also you keep fucking up the 180 degree line to make it disorientating?? Where the fuck is everyone. Why are you in the cave and not in it and who's camping out where? Its just sloppy and. The. Fucking. Dialogue? You get these actors and you give them this goofy dialogue?????? Atrocious. Watch it. It's wild. So much yelling from us.

#old 2021 #truly an experience in the most clinical sense

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ellies-enrichment · 1 year

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Since Sesame Street both often spoofs shows that preschoolers can't watch, and airs new episodes on HBO Max, how would you imagine their spoof of The Last of Us to go?

this is so right up my alley you have no idea i've been waiting for the sesame street movie for ages

i've thought of a few ideas since reading this but im so obsessed with the idea of like idk oscar making weird noises in his trash can (clicker noises) but elmo and zoe don't know what it is and they're trying to figure out how to get more information without getting too close.

Zoe's like "i'll grab a stick" and elmo's like "there's no TIME for a stick" and just throws rocco at the trashcan (ellie throwing a brick) and then Zoe gets mad at Elmo for throwing rocco (joel getting upset at ellie for having a gun/not listening)

oscar comes out of his trashcan after that to be like "stop yelling" and he's either covered in trash that makes him look like a clicker or he's eating mushrooms

alt ending, bella or pedro show up and elmo & zoe are like "there's a monster in there" and after about 2 minutes of dramatization they open the trash lid and they're like "oh! it's not a monster, it's just oscar :D" & he still has mushroom relations with trash or food

#elmo vs rocco lives rent free in my head lol #dsneybuf91 #asks #sesame street LOOOOVVEESS celebrity features im in the bella box because i think they'd be so so silly #maybe have them both but bella for suree #id say gabriel & bella but i think it'd hit off more with bella & pedro #plus pedro seems like the type who would really nail the roll of playing himself in the sesame street universe #id give anything for a last of us spoof on sesame street oh my godddd it'd be so silly #clarification i do have a young niece so my knowledge of sesame street is both personal interest and forced

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dotthings · 2 years

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Bitter clickbait bloggers and trollish dc stans dumping rage against Gotham Knights on CW by stomping around annoyed there's not "canonical" Robins meanwhile Carrie Kelley and Stephanie Brown are famous Robins canonically from the comics or while dumping rage against GK because Bruce took in yet another random kid as if Bruce doesn't collect them like a golden retriever adopting baby birds, oh but GK has the temerity to create a new character just for tv *stares into camera so hard the lens cracks* -- who is going to tell them where Harley Quinn and Barbara Gordon came from -- or they're mad because Damian Wayne isn't the son in GK, wow I guess family does end in blood for the dc trolls, or they're mad because Nightwing isn't there (and Nightwing is my DC fave so I can speak) because despite being "dc stans" they don't actually know how dc works in terms of how they are very selective how they release characters for use in filmed media, and Nightwing is already in use on the Titans live action tv series on HBO Max, is really really hilarious to me as a dc fan. I read this stuff for the lolz. No, there is no "fan backlash" against GK, bitter clickbait youtubers. If it's not rage from "stans" who actually prove how little they know about DC, it's rage from CW stans who are literally only mad at GK because Arrowverse is gone so they're attacking an inclusive new DC show without even watching it first, it has nothing to do with GK's actual merits or strengths.

The funniest part to me are the gamer type dudes yelling that GK sucks because it's an AU where Batman's dead during their online breaks from playing the game Gotham Knights, an AU where Batman's dead.

The most unforgiveable part to me was the allegedly "reliable" media site whose bitter clickbait editorialist didn't know that Carrie and Stephanie are Robins.

#Gotham Knights #Gotham Knights CW #dot trolls fandom

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nysocboy · 10 months

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The White Lotus: The Devil produces a series loaded-down with gay stereotypes

So I wasn't sure about the HBO Max series White Lotus, set in a beach resort in Italy. But someone told me that there were gay characters in Season 2, so here goes, Episode 2.1:

Scene 1: A beach resort featuring bikini models sitting under umbrellas. A woman with her breasts hanging out of her swimsuit starts a conversation with two women who just arrived from America. She's leaving in a few hours, but she praises the hotel, the staff, the food, and the wine. So she spent her entire trip on a beach that looks like every beach everywhere? Why not try to actually see the country? Her semi-bare butt goes into the water for one last swim -- and she bumps into a dead body!

Cut to hotel staff Rocco and Valencia watching body bags being hauled away. Several bodies of guests have turned up!

Scene 2: A week earlier. Two heterosexual couples on a boat, one distant and arguing, the other snuggling, kissing, and nose-rubbing. Then a depressed woman, Allora, walking through town. Her friend Mia asks what's wrong: "Massimo has a new girlfriend, and I'm jealous." Mia drags her away: it's almost time for the boat to arrive. So is this a flashback in a flashback, before the girls get on the boat with the heterosexual couples?

A boat arriving while the staff waves. "Smiles, everyone, smiles!' Allora and Mia look on from afar, wondering whic one "he" is. He who? A new boyfriend met on Tinder?

Down on the dock, Employee Valencia tells the Old Guy: "I'm surprised you are here. It's a long way from L.A., and you are quite old." Way to insult your guests! Next an unidentified older-younger same-sex couple; Cameron (Theo James, above) and wife, the kissing, nose-rubbing couple); Ethan (Will Sharpe, left) and wife, the distant, arguing couple (he forces her to drink wine); and a flowsy rich lady with a hundred suitcases, Ms. McQuaid. "I am your host, Mr. Roarke. Welcome to Fantasy Island."

Scene 3: The White Lotus resort is in an old hilltop convent, nowhere near the beach -- but with a view of Mount Etna. What kind of beachside resort is this, where you have to take a bus to get to the beach?

Employee Rocco tells the two couples, who are apparently all friends, the story of the testi morti: a Moor came to Sicily and seduced a local woman. When she discovered that he had a wife and kids back home, she cut off his head. It's a warning for husbands not to cheat.

Then he shows them that the two rooms connect through a secret doorway. Ethan is up for wife-swapping, but his wife disapproves: "We won't be using that." When the kissing, nose-rubbing couple leave, Ethan starts yelling at her. Jerk! Not into it means not into it.

Meanwhile, the older-younger same-sex couple turn out to be father Dominic and young adult son Albie (Adam DiMarco), traveling with Grandpa Bert, who flirts with a female employee until the others reigns them in. They're here to visit their ancestral town.

So far the only potentially gay guest is Albie, so I'll fast-forward to his story.

Minute 24: Albie gets out of the pool (nice chest shot, but every other guy in the vicinity is fully clothed0. He sits down next to Portia, a teenage girl who just got off the phone with a friend telling her to "get some dicks" while on vacation. SHe starts crying because "they" have half a billion dollars but won't let her have any fun. Albie consoles her.

Minute 46: They kiss. Ok, so Albie is straight. All of the other guests are married, hetero-horny, or both. Who is the gay one?

Research reveals that he is Quentin, one of those aristocratic, decadent, fey Quentin Crisp types (parents don't know that their kid is gay when he is born, so why do gay guys on tv always have tired stereotype names, like Quentin and Blaine?). This closeted jerk pays a group of straight men to have sex with him and introduces them as "my nephew and his friends." He's also a drug addict and a murderer. Pure homophobic sleaze.

Wait -- I didn't notice before, but this series is created by, written by, and directed by MIKE WHITE, aka The Devil. This is the jerk who wrote and starred in Chuck and Buck, about gay relationships being only for adolescents experimenting on their way to a "normal" heterosexual adulthood -- then had the monumental gall to advertise it in gay magazines! Apparently those poor souls who get stuck in their adolescent "gay phase" turn into decadent, fey drug addicted murderers.

#Mike White #The White Lotus #Will Sharpe #Theo James #Italy #homophobia

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radchocoart · 2 years

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context:: i was watching the velma 2023 show (not on hbo max, pirate ftw!) n i noticed how fred sounds so similar to kokichi when he yells. I KNOW THEY HAVE DIFFERENT VOICE ACTORS BUT OH MY GOD HE LITERALLY SOUNDS LIKE KOKICHI OUMA FROM THE TERRIBLE VIDEO GAME DANGANRONPA

the devil pocessed me to draw this, dont watch terrible cartoons at 11 pm!!!

#radchocoart #sketch #shitpost #velma 2023 #hbo velma #danganronpa #kokichi ouma #kokichi is fred confirmed /j #kokichi

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incarnateirony · 2 years

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Let's seal away the din of each fandom thinking their noise make them special snowflakes for a second, and look at things in scale.

Because the average reporter on these things really doesn't know the machinations of the things they seek scoops on, so let's dig a little bit, and figure out where Nexstar's heads are at.

When it was first announced, many people scratched their heads; early articles threw the same 50+ audience I had joked, but that was the line--it was a joke. It was nonsustainable for primetime at the given costs. It was just funny to say it would be full of AARP ads.

But then came time to break down how AA's demo never flinched during boycotts because of the AA audience still being one of the largest demographics consuming TV by classic means, for any variety of reasons I'm not unpacking in this post.

That is, within 18-49. And like anyone paying attention to their priority on earnings, rejoining the rest of the world in the pre-pedowitz 18-49 was the way to do it, and to fix everybody's collective problems.

This isn't a transition only rattling CW, though. CW under Nexstar is actually TAKING its bizarre underdog position, cutting its losses and jumping forward.

Over time, the 10p slot on networks has largely shut down and returned to local broadcasters and affiliates. ABC held out for a great while. But it's closing that down. That's 5 hours less scripted TV space on air anymore, flat. Less real estate.

And of that real estate, much like I warned and many report, there's an overall thinning of mass volume purchasing and bulk product creation in the industry. As a worker this does kind of suck, because less stuff being ordered means less jobs. But it also ends systemic conveyor belts that choke out other creatives outside of the megacorp's approved lever pull.

ALL networks, not just CW, are cutting several shows even in non10p slots, and essentially replacing them with unscripted content. Half of ABC is going to the slaughter house this year, every network risks its own bloodbath. CW got most of the worst of it out of the way last year, while tying up their loose ends with final seasons this spring, for the most part.

But all those people seeking unscripted content are going to be awash. You go to the Next Big Network and it, too, is thinner pastures than you remember.

Nexstar is choosing key properties it can wave around. Like hey, we grew up like you did. But remember Smallville? Remember Dawson's Creek? Yeah we got those people, and we're bringing back the sitcoms yall used to watch some days back then, but new now. And we got like, a Supernatural spinoff, but it's gay, check it out.

Suddenly 15 years of fans come rushing in hungry for content because ain't shit on TV anymore. And Nexstar then shoves them at their other new content being ordered, and uses that to repair CW's damaged userbase, resist any kind of decline, maybe even dare to pinch up numbers while others go down, or at least in the cases they're investing budget in.

The growing obsoletion of the radio towers involved in the chain of delivery that is TV is a race of syndicates modernizing by other means, like Studio City, radio ventures, streamers and network purchases. And deep down in the bones, outside of anyone yelling opinions about a TV show in particular, those are the motions we're feeling right now.

And, for what it's worth, Jensen navigated this, just like the mergers and collapses all around him before it, like a master, in a way that basically secures him as WB's leading content creator on its remaining airspace at WB, until the HBO Max Transition.

What WB is really holding out for is globalization being sustainable via subscription methods by 2025-2026 once they expect to be in all countries by end of that season, which is coincidentally around a supernatural 20 year anniversary date. But that's neither here nor there for this post, as much as: the industry is propping itself up as it slowly falls down and rebuilds.

realistically, WB only cares about maintaining a few more years of airspace, after that it's whatever, but that investment itself is in that exclusivity deal with Chaos Machine Jackles has, both for The Winchesters, and the increasing Jenmish overlap of DC and Berlanti.

These are also setting the stage for future franchise decisions, something WB notoriously struggles with--Harry Potter in major decline, DC in turmoil and more, but once their direct orders are reduced, it'll pull together. And Roth made sure Zaslav knew this about Supernatural as a slept on franchise, from the jump, while telling Jensen exactly how to run the pending obstacle course.

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