#I don't get any Sam tags

[helinedmightbehere]

"we need more complex female characters" you guys couldn't even handle earth confiding in sun because he was the only constant in her life

[sandy-shocks]

Been thinking about this for a week I needed to draw it

[feroluce]

Thinking tonight about Caelus, and the nature of his loss and his grief after the Everything that went down in Penacony during 2.0.

Because Acheron, Black Swan, and Misha kind of knew of Firefly, they at least met her, but they didn't like really know her, and Caelus never even got the chance to introduce her to the rest of the Astral Express Crew. The only person who would have talked to her much was Sparkle, who is. Probably not really someone Caelus is interested in grieving with skznmsks

Anyway, all this to say, I like thinking about how alone poor Caelus is in his grief, because he was the only one who knew Firefly. He's the only one really mourning her. There's no one to talk about her with. There's no stories to trade or memories to reminisce with anyone over. It's not as though he knew her for long, but still. No one else knew her at all.

And I love the thought of all of this coming bubbling up, hot and acidic and bitter, during a conversation with Sampo, who Caelus just so happens to run into in the Golden Hour. Poor Sampo is kinda blindsided, he knew shit was going down in Penacony, but yeesh. And he just. Isn't quite sure what to say about it all, because he's never really encountered this before. His feelings about the Masked Fools are...a mixed bag, but he's been a part of them for a very long time, and when you're with a close organization like that, it's hard to feel alone, in grief or otherwise.

So Sampo sits there on their little bench that the two of them have occupied, and he thinks of his old friend April, how she'd died in his arms cackling and spitting her own blood after a heist gone wrong, and how after he'd dragged himself back to the World's End Tavern they'd all held a Fool's Funeral- which is basically just a big party where everyone gets really really drunk and reminisces and toasts the dead and celebrates their life.

He still thinks about her a lot, and he remembers how the time he'd most keenly felt her absence was on Jarilo-VI, the one place where he couldn't talk about her because he couldn't say anything to give himself away as an alien. The Fools still tell stories about her every time he goes back to the Tavern. His first toast of the night is always in her name. Even now, all these years after she'd died, Sampo is still learning new things about her. He's never had to grieve her alone.

Caelus doesn't have any of that.

He might never have that. As they speak, Caelus has no proof that Firefly was even her real name, or if she dreamt with her true appearance. He might not ever find out who she even was.

And just imagining that kind of loneliness hollows out a strange little pit, right behind his sternum, deep between his ribs.

So Sampo claps Caelus' shoulder and offers him a deal. Come find him outside of the dream. He knows a guy who can get them a lot of beer for really cheap-

("Is that guy you and your five finger discounts?" "Whatever do you mean, dear friend, I don't even know the meaning of the phrase, hehee.")

-and they can hole up in a bar or a hotel room or something, and get completely shitcanned. Tell him all about Firefly, tell him everything, and he'll tell Caelus about April and everyone else he's ever lost. Sampo will carry Caelus' memories of Firefly with him, and at least this way, Caelus will be a little less alone in remembering her. And the next time they cross paths, Sampo will be the one to bring her up, and to tell her stories, and Caelus can get to be the one listening. He won't have to be the only person to talk about her anymore.

Caelus rolls his eyes when Sampo avoids another remark about sticky fingers, but...ok, yeah. That sounds good. Nice, even. Thank you. Caelus bumps his shoulder against Sampo's. Sampo bumps back.

(They find each other again the next day, and true to their word, get themselves completely and utterly shitcanned. Caelus talks more than Sampo has ever heard him; every minute detail, every word choice, Firefly's every odd little mannerism and habit. Because Caelus wants to make sure this will outlive him, that even if the Stellaron dwelling within him finally burns him to a crisp and he really does up and kick the bucket, or even, godforbid, if he forgets, he wants to make sure someone remembers her. She deserved that.)

((And it takes quite a while, after that. Caelus doesn't see Sampo again until after everything has settled down. On his last day in Penacony, he finds the guy slinking out of a seedy back alley and all but runs right into him. Sampo happily leads him to some dive bar in an even seedier back alley that Caelus has never even heard of, and Sampo raises his glass. "To Firefly! Who sounds like she probably would have hated me at first, but I would have liked to have met her anyway."

And Caelus stares at him, almost looking startled, long enough that Sampo worries that he's read him wrong and brought this up too soon. He's halfway into planning how to talk himself out of this situation when Caelus finally throws back his head back and laughs, tells him that yeah, Firefly would have politely called him out on every lie he told, and all their conversations would take twice as long with the way Sampo is so full of shit.

And he can see it, the same way he watches and sees through everyone, that Caelus' eyes have a tightness to them, his knuckles are nearly white around the handle of his mug. But he smiles. He hits his glass against Sampo's far too hard and throws it back and gets foam everywhere like he does every time they drink because the guy's about as elegant as a raging bull, but those things don't lessen the genuineness of his smile.

The grief is there, but so is the elation, and those emotions aren't a sliding scale between one or the other. It is all of both and both at once, and that's what contents Sampo enough to throw his own mug back when Caelus makes a toast of his own, "to April!!".))

[ashtonisvibing]

The Magic in Parenthood

Prologue - A Rude Awakening

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Fandom: Jacksepticeye Egos

Alternate Universe: No Powers + Dad!Jackieboy Man + Human!Septiceye Sam

Ship(s): Jackieboy Man x Marvin the Magnificent, Chase Brody x Stacy Brody (although not the focal point)

Character(s): Jackieboy Man, Septiceye Sam, Marvin the Magnificent, Chase Brody, Stacy Brody

Warning(s): None

Originally Published: Jan. 14, 2025

Author's Notes:

guysguysguysguys i finally got it written holy fuck-

the prologue to my big dad!jackie fic! i did it!

and i won't lie... it's kinda rough- i did my best, but oof- but it should hopefully get better!! i'm gonna start working on the official first chapter like as soon as this is posted so !!!!!!

i'm just happy to not have this on the back burner and actually truly get started cuz i'm honestly lowkey excited to write this :DDD

pronouns check:

Jackie - He/Him

Sam - Any (with a preference for they/them)

Marvin - They/Them

Chase - He/They

Stacy - She/Her

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Full Story:

The subtle sound of crying gradually grew louder and louder as it stirred Jackie awake. The morning sun shining right through the bedroom window certainly didn't help any slow wake up that he'd wanted, letting out an annoyed groan as he flopped his arm over his eyes to keep himself from going blind. And then he finally registered the crying. He'd thought that it had been a part of whatever sort of dream he might have been having, but no, his son Sam was quite upset at... Well there were a million reasons why a baby might be crying. He removed his arm from his eyes to take a glance at the alarm clock beside him. Nearly seven in the morning, his alarm hadn't even gone off yet. Well at least it wasn't closer to four in the morning like the past few mornings. But that was the price to pay for being a parent. And seeing his baby son made that price worth paying.

"Babe, can you go check on Sam...?" Jackie mumbled a bit. He didn't like asking his fiance to take care of the baby, especially when she was the one to stay at home with him all day while Jackie was at work. But he was feeling that hour that he needed before heading off to work even as he'd just woken up. Hopefully she wouldn't mind.

But he didn't even get a response. Okay, definitely weird. Neither of them were particularly heavy sleepers, but she was even lighter of a sleeper than he was. There was no way she wasn't being woken up by Sam. But at the very least he got a reason why she wasn't responding when he looked over to her side of the bed and saw that the space was empty. This probably meant that she had already been woken up by the baby's crying for who knows what and was taking care of him. After all, if she wasn’t in bed, then where would she be?

But if he was still crying, it might've meant that she wasn't able to calm him down and might need some help. And despite wanting an extra hour of sleep, he'd be a horrible fiance if he didn't go to try and help her.

"Alright, time to get up Jackie.." He took a second before sitting himself up on the edge of the bed, stretching his arms into the air to at least try and get the tension out of his back. A tried and failed task he attempted every morning. He put his glasses on and finally stood up from the somewhat comfortable mattress, walking out of the bedroom and into the open room that acted as their kitchen, dining area, and living room. But despite being closer to the baby’s room, he still didn’t hear his fiance’s voice. Just the constant crying. He expected to hear some gentle hushing, maybe some singing or speaking that indicated she was trying to calm the baby down. Sam was a bit of a loud crier, but he surely wasn’t loud enough to drown out someone else’s voice. And it’s not like the door was muffling any noise, they always kept it open for quick access to the room in case of an emergency.

Steps now slightly slower in anticipation for what he might find, Jackie made his way to Sam’s little room, now finding… No one. Sam was still in his crib, squirming a little as he kept crying and wailing, but his mother was nowhere. Now all of the slight concern that Jackie had felt turned into panic as his eyes darted around the room for any sign of her.

But the room was quite small. Perfect for a baby room, but still too small for someone to easily hide in it. If he couldn’t immediately see her, she wasn’t in here. And she hadn’t been in the open room, and when he looked over towards the bathroom he could see that the door was open and the light was off.

She wasn’t anywhere in the apartment.

Sam’s crying broke through whatever panicked spiral Jackie was about to go down. “Shit-” He quickly went over to the baby, lowering the front bars of the crib so he could scoop him into his arms. It was about half past six in the morning if his quick glance towards his alarm clock was correct. “A bit past schedule so you’re probably hungry, huh..?” Jackie gently bounced the baby in his arms in any semblance of calming him down as he headed to the kitchen area. Thankfully focusing on something else was helping him think rationally about the current situation.

Yes, his fiance wasn’t currently here. But that didn’t mean that she was entirely gone. Now holding Sam in one arm, he used his free arm to grab what he’d need for a bottle of baby formula. “Maybe she’s at the store..? We’re low on diapers, and it’s good to buy food early in the day when it isn’t busy.” He let out a sigh as he shook up the bottle in his hand, turning around to lean against the counter. “But she should’ve woken me up so I could watch Sam. I’m lucky I even…” He trailed off when his eyes glanced at the fridge. Something new was put up amidst the magnetic letters and silly photographs of the couple.

A note.

It was pinned up on the freezer above the actual fridge, so he didn’t need to crouch or set Sam down while he fed him. And as he read the writing, his face became paler and paler. He clutched Sam tighter in his arms so he made sure not to drop the baby from his shock.

“I know I shouldn’t just be up and leaving like I am without actually telling you. I just know that seeing however you’ll react will make me wish I didn’t have to. But I can’t stand being here anymore. I don’t think I ever really wanted to be a mom. I think I just told myself I did because of how excited you were when I showed you that pregnancy test. It’s sort of why I’m even deciding to leave in the first place. I know you’ll be an amazing dad for Sam, and even without a mom in his life he’ll still be happy and loved.

I know you well enough to know you’ll be blaming yourself, so don’t. You couldn’t have been here more, or supported me more. Any girl in the world would be lucky to have you. I still love you, and I think deep down I really do love Sam. I just can’t raise him and be happy doing it.

Maybe we’ll see each other again some day. Hopefully we’ll both be happier wherever we are. And I hope that Sam will be the happiest son with you.

I love you - Erin”

She had really left, with only a letter left to explain why. Jackie had no idea what to feel at the moment. Heartbreak? Betrayal? Guilt? Anger?

No. If he thought about it for a second, past whatever slurry of emotions he had right now, none of it really was anger. He was upset, sure. His fiance had just up and left him with their nearly ten month old baby. But when he read the words two, three more times, how could he be angry at her? She was miserable raising Sam almost entirely on her own while Jackie was working, and she never even said a word about it. She went through an entire pregnancy just because he’d gotten too excited about being a dad. Even if she said in the letter not to blame himself, he couldn’t help him.

The thought that he had made life worse for Erin made him cry harder than anything else in that letter.

His meltdown was only stopped from starting when he heard a thud on the ground, followed by little baby laughter. He looked down to see the now empty baby bottle on the ground a few inches from his feet, and Sam letting out little giggles, like throwing his bottle was the funniest thing he could have ever done.

“Oh… Jeez…” Jackie sniffled before he started letting out small and strained laughs as well. He put the baby into his high chair nearby so he could pick the bottle up and wash it. “Guess you’re all done with this, huh…? Next time just let me know instead of tossing your bottle on the ground..” Of course Sam didn’t get a single word of that. He just patted the tray in front of him without a care in the world. He didn’t even know that his mom was gone now, and probably wouldn’t be coming back.

“At least you’re too young to really hold any memory of her… So at least you won’t really be affected by this… Wish I could be like that…” Jackie squeezed his eyes shut as much as he could when he felt another wave of tears in his eyes. No, no more crying now. He had his moment to cry, and if need be he’d get another one tonight. Erin was his own world, but the rest of it wouldn’t stop just because of his own misfortune. He had so much that he needed to do now, right this moment and long term. “Alright Jackie, focus on the right now.. I’ve gotta get to work soon, so I need to figure out if I can leave Sam with anyone. Maybe Chase and Stacy could look after him…?”

Getting sucked up into planning and problem solving was always the easiest way for Jackie to calm down and focus. It didn’t take long for him to plan out everything that he would need to do today, and after a quick explanation of the situation and confirmation from his friend, Stacy, that she could watch Sam, he was already planning for the long term of being a single dad. Stacy assured him that her and her husband, Chase, would always be willing to help wherever they could, and he knew his parents would drop everything for Sam if they could. They were ready to convert the basement of their house into a mini living space for the new family.

“We’ve got plenty of help. We should be fine, right, buddy?” Jackie mused as he secured Sam’s little winter hat on his head, now all ready to drop the baby at Stacy’s place. While all he got in return was little babbles he couldn’t help his smile. He was still heartbroken that Erin was gone, but at least the future didn’t seem so bleak. It would be rougher than it should, sure, but they could both get through it. And even if it was a small thought, it helped to think that the woman he loved would hopefully be just as happy with whatever she was doing now.

He could be ready for whatever this change would bring.

[hopeinthebox]

tagged by the exceptional @cordiallyfuturedwight and @cosmicdreamgrl thanks ever so much my loves <33

now tagging some heroes @aprylynn @thvinyl @visionsofgideontheninth @hoseeok @btscontentenjoyer @jihopesjoint @monismochi @raplinenthusiasts <333 and everyone else

[ijustreallylikecaptainamericaok]

Rewatched Multiverse of Madness earlier and while I've never had the vitriol for it that some Wanda fans do*, the whole "just be happy with what you have" lesson does reek of condescension in this case. Not to mention the callousness it takes to lecture someone who has nothing and no one about how they should just be content with their status quo. Obviously Wanda's actions were wrong, but given all the desperation and grief that fueled them, I get why she wanted out. As far as she knew, there was nothing to keep her there.

And don't even get me started on the film's attempt to put Strange not getting over Christine on the same level as Wanda wanting her kids back after having lost everyone else**. If we were talking about Strange Supreme from What If...? with all his tragedy and guilt then they'd have more of a leg to stand on, but prime!Strange's break up angst? Sorry, but no. Maybe if we were privy to more of Stephen's damage in that arena or why that particular relationship mattered so much it could've worked, but since we're not it doesn't. Not for me, at least.

[sheathnknife]

the vampire diaries 8.16 // louise gluck, crossroads

“and damon, like the voiceover tell us, he was worried he would never see stefan again. it was just elena assuring him that there would be peace. that we’ve dealt with this other side of darkness for several seasons, but there’s also light out there and there’s peace, and damon will find it. if you search for it, you will find it. and we wanted to get that last moment to see that [...] damon found it too, and it looked just like his brother.” — kevin williamson

[townofcrosshollow]

Was talking to my partner about BPD and I mentioned that BPD and DID have almost exactly the same symptoms and they were like "What no that's not true" so I looked it up and the first thing I see is a person with DID complaining about the DSM because BPD and DID have almost exactly the same symptoms

[cosmic-kinglet]

Having my brain flooded with things that will bog down progression and, based on trends in engagement, would likely only be enjoyed by myself and a small portion of readers, despite being the sort of thing that stood at the base of the original fic

[whysamwhy123]

HALLEJUAH!! I REMEMBERED HOW TO ACTUALLY FINISH WRITING SOMETHING FOR A CHANGE!!

Of course, it's not any of the fics I wanted to finish. I went back to what is essentially my bread-and-butter now and wrote a short-ish, random OrangeHook fluff. But considering how much writing's been a struggle as of late, I'm just glad that I successfully finished something. I was back in one of those stretches where I couldn't seem to write much of anything. And this fic isn't about their age difference or Hook being a cuddlebug, so...progress?

Unless I decide I completely hate it (which is always a possibility) expect something to drop on Valentine's Day, tis the season, after all.

[krikeymate]

I was thinking about Christina being absent a lot of the time, especially after Sam left, and it raised the question:

How does Tara take care of herself in the years between Sam leaving and coming back? Christina wasn't really present, so who bought groceries and stuff like that? Did Tara have to get a job? She wouldn't have been able to for several years because of her age, so did Christina just give her money every so often?

I imagine that her friends and their families helped out a lot, but at the same time I can't really see Tara accepting too much help (or even telling them to begin with), especially from adults/parents.

What are your thoughts?

I've mentioned here:

By the time their father left, Christina did nothing except drop off an envelope of money on the counter monthly and pay the bills. Sam learns to forge her mother’s signature to sign off on Tara’s medical needs

In my head, Sam leaving doesn't change that; Christina keeps to the routine. She pays the bills and leaves money on the counter.

We do know Tara does have a job at one point, at least the summer before senior year, because that's where she met Liv (and Vince). I imagine she did that to get experience and to start having some freedom of her own - she would have been 19 at that point. And no doubt to begin saving up in case her mother decides to kick her out. She's so unpredictable, Tara never knows what mood she'll be in: the one where she screams at her and calls her a parasite, or the one where she weeps in her arms telling her to never leave her.

I think Tara would have spent a lot of time around friends' houses - she doesn't like to be alone. Martha and Judy are always encouraging their kids to bring Tara around, always trying to look out for her - especially straight after Sam leaves, knowing that her mother wouldn't be around. They could offer her dinner, a sleepover, some snacks - but she won't accept more. No money, no clothes, no help at home. Tara shuts down the slightest hint of that. Judy helps Tara learn to drive, she allows that. She could never afford a car or the insurance, but she appreciates that she took the time to teach her anyway. Hicks feels especially protective of Tara, she could never help Sam. She feels bad that she couldn't intervene early enough to help prevent that descent, too busy trying to help Dewey with his.

[bi-badass-geek]

"Filling the Gaps" by Neda5555

As the name suggests fellas what happened right after Sam got Mon back : (AO3)

[scripted-downfall]

It's Selfish Sam anon, I hope you're well? Sorry I went missing, I took an sm break. I was thinking about how D&S differ regarding responsibility. In s9 Dean took responsibility for Kevin's death because he (rightly or wrongly) felt his actions caused it and was devastated. In s10 Sam didn't appear to take responsibility for Charlie's death and didn't seem to feel bad about it, although that may be partly due to JPs acting. D&S appear to be polar opposites in this, it's always stood out to me?

Welcome back! I am indeed well --- busy, but well --- and thank you so much for asking! I hope the same is true of you :)

I definitely agree, as regards Dean and Sam's respective treatments of responsibility; Dean tends to take responsibility (often leaning towards too much responsibility), and Sam... Well, I'll admit that he's a bit complicated. It'd be really easy for me to say he never takes responsibility, but I do have to recognize that said statement wouldn't be fully accurate. He takes responsibility... but he takes responsibility badly. He either a) takes responsibility when he shouldn't, and then makes it everyone else's problem (e.g. him feeling guilt over Kevin and thus pushing all responsibility onto Dean), b) takes responsibility but learns the wrong lesson (e.g. when he consciously chooses a bad path --- as with the demon blood --- but acts like he'd had no choice in the matter and, thus, there must be something innately wrong with him), c) takes responsibility but learns no lesson (e.g. with Charlie), or d) takes no responsibility whatsoever (e.g. Purgatory).

Sam definitely has a different reaction to Charlie's death than Dean, and, while I do think some of it was probably Padalecki's acting, some of it was definitely in the script; he's supposed to feel bad... he's just also supposed to not do anything about that guilt. I do think he recognizes that responsibility for Charlie dying falls at his feet. But he also doesn't adjust his own behavior (despite Dean outright saying he should) to stop trying to remove the Mark of Cain.

The difference between the two brothers makes sense, given canon --- Dean has always taken responsibility for things more consistently/rapidly/extensively than anyone else in his family, and this largely stems from a childhood of raising/protecting/covering for Sam... whereas, on the literal flip side, Sam/John usually put that responsibility (knowingly or not) onto Dean --- but it's definitely part of why I don't like Sam. It's not fully his fault --- again, largely a product of how they were raised --- but it drives me off of his character. (And Padalecki's acting sure doesn't help.)

Thank you so much for the ask! Hope you're well :)

[ailithnight]

Ok, but if Dan was still a halfa and still had his human form, that form would be the Danny we see him turn in to to go back in time, yes?

The distinctly still 14 year old human form?

Which, presuming shapeshifting is not involved, one could argue is evidence of a Forever 14 Danny.

TUE memes

[cathymee]

tumblr had to shut me up omg #censorship

[schizosamwincester]

The real reason Dean just about always drives isn't because the Impala is his baby, it's because Sam shouldn't because of his schizophrenia