gone to the dogs {masterlist}

Pairing: Boston QZ! Joel Miller x F! Reader ; brief mentions of Boston QZ! Joel Miller x Tess Servopoulos

Summary: What happens when the world ends in such a violent way that it robs you of your very humanity? Do you submit or raise your hackles and fight back? The answer is obvious to Joel Miller, known for being someone to not to cross even in the most dangerous corners of the Boston QZ. The answer is obvious to you, too, who transformed in his likeness.

Word Count: 15k - ongoing

Warnings: canon typical violence, canon typical language, canon typical gore, outbreak fic, dark fic, dark joel miller, mean joel miller, joel miller is uptight, reader wants to change that, sub! joel miller, dom / sub dynamics, degrading language, violence, heated interactions, adult language, fighting, references to injuries, blood, sexual content, rough sex, p in v, smut, unprotected p in v (it's the end of the world, y'all), sexual propositions, oral (m and f receiving), more to be determined!

A/N: this is a little different than my typical fic style and characterization!! but it's been so fun to explore the meaner / take no shit counterpart of this reader character to olive in {by the grit of sandpaper}. they both mean so much to me and this particular one really came at me out of nowhere! ♡♡

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"you're the writer, you control how the story goes" no not really. i wrote the first sentence and then my characters said "WE WILL TAKE IT FROM HERE" and promptly swerved into an electrical fence.

Nancy Fouts

Stelios Petroulakis

I love talking nonsense with you and I hope that we can talk nonsense with each other for the rest of our lives.

Sweet Enough

a/n: i’ve been thinking for ages that i’d love to read about how the ppcu boys might be if you were diabetic (hi hello it’s me 👋🏻) and then the disability visibility challenge by @romanarose / @cosmic-kid-in-motion popped up on my feed and the words just poured out of me! i’ve been diabetic for fifteen years, was diagnosed when i was seventeen, and have had my self confidence absolutely fucking shattered because of it (yay), so this is very much a self-indulgent story, and it has me feeling super nervous to post! this is obviously fiction, but t1d unfortunately is not; if you are also diabetic (in any of its forms) then i see you and i love you and i hope you all have a frankie of your own 🩵

*disclaimer: a chronic illness like diabetes is experienced in vastly different ways by everyone, so it is highly subjective and therefore what is in this story will not be a universal experience, so i’ve tried to keep it as general as possible. also important to note that i was diagnosed and am treated in the uk, so maybe some equipment or medical terms will differ from the rest of the world. that being said, as long as we’re managing, then we’re okay! 🩵 resources linked at the bottom for anyone who’s interested in learning a little more!

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*dividers by @thecutestgrotto

oh this was so lovely

Not to be a sap on main but oh my god I'm so so so so happy Pedro Pascal exists and shares his talent with the world. Do you ever think about just the fact that that man is real? And how lucky we are to be able to virtually bask in his glow?

I am so grateful for every year I've gotten to spend time thinking about this charming, intelligent, silly, wonderful man and his array of equally compelling characters. I love screaming on here and over on discord about him with the friends I made because of him. It's my favourite past time. It's the fucking best. I love it so much. I know the community feels less like a community some days but there are so many good people who make our lives brighter every day on here, and that's all because of Pedro.

And to see him thriving, getting the love and praise he deserves, booking roles left right and centre right now. It's the fucking best. I'm just so happy for him, about him. And I hope he's having the best 50th birthday he can possibly have.

officially beekeeping age 🐝

If you're a creator and you needed to hear this today:

You have no idea how many people lurk on your work. No idea how many times people go back to revisit your work. How big they smile when they simply think about your work. How fast their heart beats, how excited they get when they see that you posted something.

People are shy with their feedback. Sometimes it’s because they’re simply shy. Other times it’s because they assume you already know how great and talented you are. Could be both.

My point is, even if you barely have any likes or reblogs, don’t get discouraged. You have a lot of silent fans, but they are still your fans. Keep on creating. Because there is always someone out there who will love what you have made.

In honor for his birthday PEDRO PASCAL photographed for 'GLADIATOR II'