#Sam rambles

[wanderingcas]

god ok no genuinely i've been in this fandom for TEN YEARS. ten years. ten years?????? ten years.

[sd2006]

Ooooh! Well, story time: When I was very young I hit my chin on a bannister or a coffee table (we have never remembered) and have a scar that runs through my chin and stops just on the underside of it. I also have a very faint scar that you can only see if you are about this 🤏 close to my nose that my dad's old cat gave me. Lastly, I have a scar on my right knee cause I tripped on the world's smallest curb. Although granted, I was running down a hill in converse (non gripped shoes). It was only scared cause I couldn't wait any longer for the scab to heal properly. Sensory issues suck!

Uhhhh.... anyone who sees this is considered tagged <3

Tag game? Tag game. Tell me about your most interesting scar. Mine is a dog bite from when I was very young. It Hines in my smile line and under my chin so you can't see it unless I point it out. My aunts dalamtion bit me for running in the halls and I had to get stitches.

No pressure tags @you-know-that-i-caught-it @dog55teeth @dumb-zombie-girl and anyone else that wants to join!

[insomnia-and-caffeine]

Average arcane act 2 experience </3

[k9effect]

Want to hear something funny? Akinator would have been called AI if it was released today. None of this "AI" bullshit is actually anything intelligent. It's programs and algorithms and computer mimicry. It learns nothing. Chatgpt and openai and midjourney are just Akinator. The term "AI" is just a marketting ploy thats working painfully well with the people who don't understand that this tech has been around and in use for YEARS. Akinator was relased in 2007. Its just slightly more advanced Akinator tech, but its not anything artificially intelligent. I really wish we'd stop calling it "AI"

[samwellwinchesterthebrave]

Thinking about bucktommy being playful. Buck poking Tommy in the side to get his attention. Tommy ruffling Buck's hair and messing up the styling. Them giggling together in bed while Buck is researching something on his phone. Laughing during sex, finding ticklish spots, trying something new and finding it to be absolutely ridiculous.

Just. Playful bucktommy and being comfortable and safe enough with each other to be silly and whimsical

[heartz4hisch]

SHUT UP IM CRYING

[souplix]

ok im fine

im ok im ok im ok im ok im ok im ok

[samuels0art]

‘this is my design’

procreate, 1.5 hours

trying to relearn how to digitally paint wish me luck brothers

!!!do not repost, if you wish to repost please contact me and use proper credit!!!

[toastby-4s]

I was browsing Spotify playlists and feel the need to comment that Edwin Payne is a sassy It Girl and I love that for him. The melancholy, poetic songs definitely have their place, but tell me that man wouldn’t grow to LOVE pop-rap

[alovenotsofragile]

fixer upper isn't exactly a fandom favorite, but god i love that song and the entire sequence so much.

i feel like throughout the song you can see anna's underlying feelings for kristoff perfectly if you pay close attention. when the song starts off she starts objecting and stating that she's not available but as it goes on its like she completely forgets about hans even exists lol.

her smiles, THAT GIGGLE she lets out after the "unmanly blondeness" comment, every little face she makes just indicates that she obviously likes kristoff more than just a friend even if she doesn't realize it herself.

we all see kristoff clearly falling in love with her during the movie, but these subtle signs from anna usually go unnoticed and it's a shame because ITS SO DAMN CUTE. SHES SO CUTE. THEYRE SO CUTE.

[samsspambox]

"Don't come to Hooters," Luke Pearce says to the camera in a nasally voice, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. He sniffles before he continues. "T-There aren't any owls. Only boobs. Peanut was so sad."

The camera pans over to a dejected Peanut chirping in such a sad manner it makes anyone with a heart feel bad for the bird. "He wanted to make friends!"

[wanderingcas]

i got a haircut and i'm feeling myself today so here's me under the cut

it's the first time i haven't had super long hair in YEARS she's FRESH she's READY

[it-feels-pink]

i love you bughead

[bluemoondelight]

Oh you guys are not ready for the "Wade and Logan comforting each other through their nightmares" fic that I'm writing rn.

[k9effect]

Tiktok's censorship of words like rape, kill, murder, abortion etc. etc. as well as censoring hard to hear topics, over the past few years has deeply contributed to the sanitisation of the internet and therefore directly resulted in the birth of "fandom purists" and the destruction of old fandom culture (the death of "don't like, don't read", "ship and let ship" mindsets as well as safe spaces for dark and "immoral"/unethical storytelling i.e "dead dove: do not eat") in a way that has fundamentally changed the mindsets of people who are new to fandom spaces and now view these such topics as wildly inappropriate for any social space as well as deeming anyone who is intrigued by them narratively or creatively as "immoral" and a bad person. In this essay I will

[samwellwinchesterthebrave]

Something soft and sweet, maybe Buck feeding Tommy a dessert Buck made himself. As intimate as you wanna go 💕 thank you

Aww, that sounds very sweet. Tooth-rotting fluff is one of my specialties. :)

The loft smells like cinnamon and nutmeg. It coats the air like molasses, sneaking under the door and into the hallway. Tommy inhales deeply as he steps inside. The door closes behind him and Buck turns to gift him one of those bright sunshine smiles Tommy treasured. He studied it for a moment, tucking it away in his memory in a bubble of amber so it would never be forgotten.

"You're early, sweetheart," Buck said, coming around the island and pulling Tommy into his arms. They kiss softly, a gentle press of lips. Then again and again. "I'd hoped to have the pie ready before you got here."

"It smells amazing in here," Tommy said, inhaling again. This time, the warm scent of Buck's skin accompanied the cinnamon. It made Tommy's mouth water. "What are you making?"

"Apple pie," Buck replied, turning and gesturing towards the mess in the kitchen. He kept his arm around Tommy's waist, holding him close. "Thought I'd go traditional for dinner tonight. Never made one before. It's got about ten more minutes."

"Long enough for me to do this, then," Tommy replied

Slowly, Tommy walked Buck backwards to the island. He rewarded each step with a kiss. One on each eyelid, one on the tip of his nose, one on the curve of his chin, two each on his cheeks, one on his birthmark. He let his lips linger over the strawberry-colored mark as Buck leaned into the island.

Then, finally, Tommy brought his lips down to capture Buck's again. He wrapped his arms around Buck's waist, pressing their chests together. He could feel their breaths syncing up, moving in and out with each other. For a moment, he swore he could feel their hearts beating in time. The sensation made him feel light, giddy, and so very at home. It made the next words out of his mouth all but inevitable.

"I love you," Tommy whispered against Buck's lips. He couldn't help stealing another kiss as their lips brushed together on the last word.

"What?" Buck whispered back, more breath than voice. As if he was afraid of breaking the moment. "Do you mean that?"

"Yeah, yeah I do," Tommy said. He leaned back enough to meet Buck's eyes, half afraid and half hopeful of what he'd find there. "Is that okay?"

"More than okay," Buck smiled, curling his arms around Tommy's neck and bringing him down for another kiss. This one had hunger burning around the edges of it though, for now, it was still soft and gentle. "I love you too."

Tears burned in Tommy's eyes as he broke the kiss to look at Buck again. All he could see was joy and happiness and, yes, love. None of the fear or doubt or regret he'd been afraid of seeing. A chuckle rumbled in his chest and suddenly, he couldn't not touch Buck's skin. Couldn't not be as close to him as possible.

Sliding his hands under Buck's shirt, Tommy splayed his fingers over the skin of his back. Buck's skin was soft and warm as he arched into Tommy's touch. They kissed again, Buck's hand sliding into Tommy's curls to scratch at his scalp.

They kissed for a honey-sweet eternity until a bright dinging sound brought their attention back to the kitchen. Buck broke the kiss with a huffing laugh, mock-glaring at the kitchen timer on the island.

"I should get the pie out of the oven," Buck said, pressing two more kisses to the corners of Tommy's mouth. "Five seconds then I'm back in your arms."

"Deal," Tommy replied, rubbing his hand up and down Buck's back once. "I'm counting."

It took a little longer than five seconds but, once the pie was cooling on the stove, Buck and Tommy laughed and caressed and kissed their way up the stairs to Buck's bed.

Later, they would share a slice of pie and ice cream, feeding each other bites and licking the taste of apple and joy out of each other's mouths.