Telling Her “you’re So Fucking Pretty” While Being Inside Her

Ellie in her Jackson outfit in Seattle is so fit I might get pregnant

I love characters that have never been loved before experiencing it for the first time. They’re taken aback by softness. They’re confused by warm words and being cared for. They’re almost scared by the loving way they’re looked at. Fleeting tender touches send them reeling. Their heart almost feel like it’s going to burst. What does it mean? All they know is they don’t feel as though they deserve that, even if they reciprocate. It’s been proven time again that they’re unlovable and yet…

Being treated so gently feels so good and they aren’t sure they want it to stop.

black + copper + marble = instant tumblr room

ellie + hands bc im gay

happy hogwarts battle day! friendly reminder that tom felton improvised this scene. it wasn’t in a single script. he did that for us. gay icon

harry potter gently brushing a stray piece of hair away from draco malfoy’s flushing face. reblog if you agree

𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐟 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

• she's extremely protective over you.

• like if she notices a guy staring at you she immediately hugs your waist while glaring at him.

• bottom or switch in bed but she's very dominant (irl too).

• she's really possessive.

• she spends a lot of her time playing video games but that doesn't stop her from spending time with you.

• she loves teaching you how to play her games even though you mostly suck.

• whenever you give up trying to learn you sit on her lap while she hugs your waist with the controller in her hands.

• smoking sessions by the window.

• cooks for you, cleans for you, genuinely treats you like a princess.

• she's the big spoon while you guys cuddle.

• but she secretly loves it when she's the small spoon.

• she sucks at make up or plucking out her eyebrows and you keep begging her to help her but she always denies your help.

• but always end up on her lap drawing eyeliner on her eyes or plucking out her eyebrows for fun.

• whenever she's bored she starts playing with your fingers.

• wearing her oversized hoodies and her boxers for shorts.

• late night rides on her motorcycle.

• she custom made a helmet for you, using her own art equipment, your safety is first.

• every time you tell her to slow down she goes faster so you wrap your hands around her waist more.

• whenever your in a car though ( of youre a passenger princess) she keeps one hand on your thigh and the other one on the wheel.

• she is also a great tattoo artist so whenever she feels like it she makes little tattoos that remind her of you and then never shows them to you bc she's shy af.

• whenever you kiss she traces one hand on your body underneath your shirt and the other one is your head, pulling your hair.

• slow dancing with 50s music while she's holding your waist and your hands around her neck ( dina and ellie in tlou part ll be like).

• she would 100% kill for you without a doubt.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

I think there’s something so deeply and intimately and morbidly true about The Last of Us’s primary thesis which is that humanity’s fatal flaw, in that very Shakespearian way, is that we are destined to care too much about one another so much so that we discard the collective entirely. like we have such a capacity to love the human race and humanity as a whole, to grow our communities and govern cities how we know best and foster such connection with the masses which we are part of, but it’s overtaken by our capacity to love even just a single other person. like one human can come into your life that creates such an intrinsic and passionate love in you— or maybe two people or a family’s worth or any small number— and you suddenly would burn entire villages down just to keep them safe.

joel doesn’t blink twice murdering to find ellie. he doesn’t look back when he decides to do what he does at the hospital later on. he has no remorse about any of it it, because this one girl has grown to mean more to him than any possible greater good could ever mean. and it’s reciprocal. ellie would— and does— do anything she can to help him, save him, protect him, and, eventually, to avenge him. because that’s what you do when you love someone. not when you love people. when you love someone.

and it’s selfish, in a way??? because we love these people and would do so much for them because they mean more to us than other strangers do. it’s exactly like an iteration of the trolley problem, actually. one track has your daughter on it and one track has fifty people. don’t even try telling me you wouldn’t go onto track B if it meant saving your daughter and her puppy dog eyes from the whimpering and pain and fear. The Last of Us says yes, you would. I would. we all would. and like yeah that is our greatest weakness, that we have such a unique ability to love a handful of people so deeply that our compassion towards community and strangers and the bigger collective starts to slip from view. but goddamn what a fucking great fatal flaw it is to have. we are all going to die and the world will burn because we loved another person too much.