arsonsamruby
you can never go home
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my blog is my bedroom. mutuals sit on the bed <3 allison she/herread my samrubystiel fic dni if wincesttracking #friendshapedcastiel! my main url is midwestdeans4 sam: i've seen him. i enjoy it
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arsonsamruby · 2 years ago
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i LOVE this exchange bc it's so short and understated but you can feel the twelve years of bodily autonomy violation-related baggage in "it's her life."
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arsonsamruby · 3 years ago
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As we all know, Sam’s 39th birthday is coming up, and @prelawsam and I (@suncaptor) thought it would be fun to celebrate with an entire week of appreciation! Any type of creation is welcome, from gifsets, to art, to fics, to meta. We just ask that triggers and NSFW content are tagged and no w* content is included.
Also please don't worry about being strict to the categories! If there's something about Sam we didn't include (as obviously there are many things we could have added) that you want to talk about just include it in the category it fits most or post on the final day!
Please tag all creations as #samweek2022 so we can reblog them!
Prompts:
Day One (April 26th): Pre-series Sam
Day Two (April 27th): Psychic Powers
Day Three (April 28th): Sam and Trauma
Day Four (April 29th): Favorite Sam Dynamics
Day Five (April 30th): Sam and Autonomy
Day Six (May 1st): Favorite Sam Arc
Day Seven (May 2nd): Happy Birthday Sam!
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arsonsamruby · 3 years ago
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it starts when your girlfriend innocently pinches a lock of your hair in her fingers and says, it’s getting long, babe, and you say, oh, it is, huh, i should really get it cut, like you didn’t notice. she just shrugs and curls it around her finger, and her pink nail polish revealed from beneath the swirl of it fixes your eye while she says, i don’t know. i think it looks good.
it started before you can remember, your father and his big metal monster clippers cropping feathers off your head. so little, still eggshell, hummingbird heart, sometimes you’d cry at the sound of them, and he would pretend not to notice. he would hold you by the face, tiny chin made smaller in his huge hands. he would tilt you, gentler than it looked, and shear you like a prized sheep. all done, he’d tell you, ruffle your head and send scraps flying. then you’d lean under the showerhead and wash it all free. the water always felt colder, more clean. your shoulders trembled.
it starts when your girlfriend takes you into the bathroom and guides warm water gently onto your scalp. she works shampoo into your hair. you lose track of time under her fingertips, under the gentle press of the soft blue towel. then she sits you up and snips away your dead ends. half an inch, maybe one. the sound of it so delicate, so smooth. snp, snp. a halo behind your back. a flock of black-capped chickadees taking flight out the open window.
it started when your dad, imperious and particular, a king with his goblet, told your brother to get'at damn mop off your head before someone called you a. the clippers turned on before you could hear him tell you what you were. your brother’s hands shook around them, dwarfed in the leering face of the scratched steel, and the buzz was patchy by the end of it, but you don’t really remember that. you remember your brother’s hands on your head, scrubbing thoroughly at it underneath the cold, cold water. you remember he was crying.
it starts in the passenger seat of your best friend’s car. she’s pushing seventy on the highway. there’s someone hooting and cackling behind you, someone cracking a joke that, for the first time, you’re sure isn’t about you. pop music’s blasting on the speakers, but you can’t hear it over the baying call of the wind from your window as you, safe and simple, try to catch it in your palm. acting on impulse, you loosen your seatbelt and come haltingly to a kneel on her soft, gray passenger seat, stick your head out the window and howl.
and it all starts right there, you think. the cold, cold rush of the wind in your hair, in your open eyes, the tiny tears that slip from you, immediately brushed away by the gentle hand of the world.
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arsonsamruby · 3 years ago
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i was lost until i took on your pain.
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arsonsamruby · 3 years ago
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arsonsamruby · 3 years ago
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Pen pal sambrady au?
omg yeah! i think it started out of a conversation w allison @arsonsamruby (correct me if i’m wrong tho allison ♥️!) about this concept where brady keeps in contact with sam after he leaves stanford via email (?). i was thinking about how demon!brady might reach out to sam again, say, midway through season 2 or in season 3 building to the apocalypse and manipulate him that way — in my vision he sort of encourages him to distance himself from dean, to do what sam feels like he has to, etc but i haven’t fleshed it out that much! i see him maybe doing this at first on orders to keep an eye on sam (from azazel if pre AHBL or from pestilence/etc if pre apocalypse) but as time goes on his loyalties shift more towards sam
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arsonsamruby · 3 years ago
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society if sam had seizures and visions for the entire show
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arsonsamruby · 3 years ago
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sam should’ve had his carrie white sydney novak eleven moment with his powers let him kill John with them I’m so sick going back in time to rewrite the show so he could kill him
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arsonsamruby · 3 years ago
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things that are going to make me insane
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arsonsamruby · 3 years ago
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MAKE ME CHOOSE: @friday1221​ asked samruby or chestervelle? 
“Sam, you’re not alone.”
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arsonsamruby · 3 years ago
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arsonsamruby · 3 years ago
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how is the mayor of sam nation doing?
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he’s taking his elected position very seriously
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arsonsamruby · 3 years ago
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i’ve got demon blood in me! i’m a whole new level of freak!
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arsonsamruby · 3 years ago
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@lorefreak don’t apologize you’re right. The shirt used to be Jess’. It’s sentimental.
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arsonsamruby · 3 years ago
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Get to know me meme:
[5] favourite tv shows: Supernatural
Saving people, hunting things, the family business.
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arsonsamruby · 3 years ago
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the boy who could fly, pierce the veil
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arsonsamruby · 3 years ago
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For the past 50 years, Jim Phillips has been collecting shed antlers, having a total of around 14,500. In cold climates, antlers shed yearly. He displays them in a 30 x 64 foot building which he constructed specifically for this purpose.
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