#Sam/Evan

[respectissexy]

You ship Sam and Evan for the tenderness, I ship Sam and Evan because the idea of celebrity talk show host Sam Britain introducing her boyfriend Evan Kelmp to a bunch of British celebrities is so fucking funny to me. Evan Kelmp standing next to Sam on the red carpet and getting a microphone shoved in his face and saying something so unhinged that it overshadows the whole Emmys. Evan Kelmp charged with aggravated assault after being startled on date night by a papparazzo. Tabloid headlines reading "Sam Britain stands by her man after brutal attack on The Sun photographer." Do you see the vision.

[ghostcashewart]

i've been meaning to draw these two again 😭

[professorfcknmoriarty]

There are two possible futures for tomorrow's MisMag2 Finale...

Sam/Evan becomes canon (I promptly become goo & expire on the spot)

Sam/Evan does not become canon (I slowly evaporate & expire on the spot)

[chillinglikeashilling]

I will say the thing that annoyed me the most about people who complain about Sam/Evan shippers is that they make it sound like the ao3 and the Tumblr tags are wall to ceiling Sam/Evan content and little else, but then I looked up the ship on ao3 and there were all of 25 fics, some of which are fully poly program fanfic.

Don't get my hopes up about fandom actually producing content around and focused on Black characters...please.

[briarlovesclara]

listen im not fully inherently on the sam evan ship train and i am VERY HAPPY with them being bestfriends who are like (spoilers from here on out ep 4) wow look at my best friend who's a badass they're so cool BUT. as a treat to form an alliance with the sam evan shippers may i offer evan being the more aggressive one (and not in an infantilizing way but more protective) in this ep and then sam setting off an explosion that covers the bad guys in glitter and he's like ohhh okay. so that made me feel things

[periru3]

When this season started I could not possibly have told you that Sam/Evan would be like…. One of the most romantic things I’ve ever seen on my TV screen? Holy shit. So fucking deeply romantic I don’t even know what to do with it????

[jackklinemybeloved]

the glow up that is the pc romances of mismag…

“all of your favorite things about me are my least favorite things about myself” -> “the thing that you think brings you ahead [that you fear is the only reason people like you] is the part of you that I like the least”

[iam-the-wild]

First time by Hozier fits Sam and Evan really well

"Remember once I told you 'bout

How before I heard it from your mouth

My name would always hit my ears

As such an awful sound

And the soul, if that's what you'd call it

Uneasy ally of the body

It felt nameless as a river undiscovered underground

And the first time that you kissed me

I drank dry the River Lethe

The Liffey would have been softer on my stomach all the same

But you spoke some quick new music

That went so far to soothe this soul

As it was and ever shall be

Unearth without a name

Some part of me must have died

The first time that you called me baby

And some part of me came alive

The first time that you called me baby

These days I think I owe my life

To flowers that were left here by my mother

Ain't that like them, gifting life to you again

This life lived mostly underground

Unknowing either sight nor sound

'Til reaching up for sunlight

Just to be ripped out by the stem

Sensing only now it's dying

Drying out then drowning blindly

Blooming forth its every colour

In the moments it has left

To share the space with simple living things

Infinitely suffering

But fighting off like all creation

The absence of itself

Anyway

The last time it was heard out loud

The perfect genius of our hands and mouths were shocked

To resignation as the arguing declined

When I was young I used to guess

Are there limits to any emptiness?

When was the last time?

C'mere to me, when was the last time?

[venus-ceros]

Gonna Rec my Sam/Evan playlist because I dont see many out there!!!

Please rec more songs or feel free to ask why certain songs are in the playlist :)! I have reasons for most of them but if people dont think one fits I'm up for debate (ALSO DONT BE SHY TO POINT OUT A SONG THAT DOESNT FIT. I DRIVE WITH THIS PLAYLIST SO I MIGHT NOT HAVE NOTICED THAT SOMETHING IS MORE MY TASTE THAN IT IS EV/SAM)

[vortahoney]

I wish any of you nerds ever fucked with country music bc Turnpike Troubadour’s “Old Time Feeling (Like Before)” is the Sam/Evan song of all time

[dragonmuse]

WIP Posted: Our Imperfect Places (1/?)

Third in The Great Working of the Rest of Your Life.

A single vine creeps into the fortress Shruti has made of her home and her life. To protect everything she holds dear, she will finally have to reach for the ability that she has been shoving back her whole life. She'll need help. Good thing she knows a professional.

Excerpt: On a whim, she pulled down a box of Jammie Dodgers and put some on a plate, setting it before him.   “Thanks,” he gave her his crooked smile and she resisted the urge, as she had many times before, to ruffle his hair.  In general, Shruti didn’t touch people.  In general, she didn’t want to.  Every generality had exceptions.  “I’m not sure when it started,” she admitted as she started the kettle. “But I noticed it about a week ago.” 

[respectissexy]

This is just a reminder that @quiddie is multiple times on the record saying that she loves and reads all the smut, so you should post all your Sam/Evan/Jammer mind control fics so she can see them.

[flow33didontsmoke]

when y/n does something so bad/embarrassing you have to facepalm and close your eyes for a minute

[professorfcknmoriarty]

Some Sam/Evan Slowburn Roommates to Lovers thoughts...

It’s the most comfortable couch in the world. It’s dinners together every night, him learning how to cook with a real stove and an oven just to contribute and finding out he kind of loves it. It's eating together on Evan's Couch tucked up under a blanket

It's hugs every day. It’s slowly gravitating from opposite ends of the couch to the middle, pressed shoulder-to-shoulder, until they're just cuddling.

It’s the tabloids noticing them and being confused by their inability to identify him. He’s just her boy, and that’s all she’ll say about him. They can only ever get photos of the two of them from a distance, any pictures from speaking distance are all strangely obscured, as if there’s a shadow cast over the lens.

It’s all-day affection, a squeezed hand, an arm around a shoulder, a kiss on the head, or a kiss on the shoulder.

It’s feeling safe, as if he has a place. They don’t talk about it. He doesn’t bring up the D word again, and she doesn’t either, but he can’t help but feel a little like it applies here either way.

It’s the couch getting damaged by something and Evan intending to get his trusty air mattress out to use until Sam replaces it and her saying it’s ridiculous to do that when she has a bed plenty big enough for the both of them.

It’s things not being weird when they fall asleep in each other’s arms the way they sometimes would on the sofa, just intentional this time. It’s pulling each other close in the middle of the night, the smell of each other’s sweat and hair, feeling so intrinsically entwined that there’s no saying where each of them ends and where the other begins.

It’s waking up sprawled across each other, spending rare, lazy mornings just lying like that until one of them has to get up to pee and the other goes to make breakfast.

It’s Sam finally getting a new sofa but not letting Evan go back to it, saying it just makes more sense for him to keep sleeping in the bed, because things have worked great for them so far.

It’s neither of them thinking about what would happen if either of them were to ever bring someone home. The thought doesn’t cross either of their minds.

It’s looking forward to every text, every phone call, every voice note, every photograph. It’s pictures of them together on each of their lockscreens, his phone full of pictures of them together, taken at awkward angles, and photos of her doing literally anything. Her eating ice cream and waving at him, her scrunching her nose up, her mid-word as she gesticulates excitedly about something.

It’s hearing each other’s voices and smiling, knowing exactly where each other is, always aware of the strings caught between them.

It’s Evan being thoughtful and bringing her home a pot of flowers instead of a bouquet, it’s him writing down notes on all her favourite foods so he can always make sure there’s something she likes in.

It’s her finding it in herself to believe that he actually cares about her for who she is beneath the charm and having that carry her through even the most difficult times, because she knows that he’s too honest to ever lie to her about that.

It’s her knowing she loves him but not knowing where the lines are because there aren’t lines. It’s just them, endlessly entwined.

It’s Evan happy to live his life like this, for once not knowing the future and not feeling scared by it, because he gets to sleep in her bed, he gets to eat his meals with her, he has someone to come home to. He’s been in love with her for longer than he can remember, and he can remember it pretty far back. It feels as if their relationship transcends words or labels. They’re just Sam and Evan.

It’s K being like, “you guys are SO married, it’s insane,” and them being like, “but we’re not?” because they just don’t realise that they are.

It’s Sam going, “we aren’t married… are we married?” and him being like, “I’d take your name if you wanted me to.” And her blushing, thinking about who Evan Butler could be. “I mean, I would marry you,” she says matter-of-factly. And him saying, “I’d marry you in a heartbeat.” It’s them not talking about that again for years.

It’s his side of the bed and hers and the space in the middle where they both meet.

It’s whispered I love yous and I love you toos.

It’s “okay, fine. You were right. We are basically married,” as K giggles and squeals, and Jammer says, “Well, yeah. You’ve been together for like, years now.”

[chillinglikeashilling]

I'm gonna be completely honest here, despite the little headcanons I wrote from the start of the campaign up until halfway through this episode I did not think it was gonna be canon.

Congratulations to y'all who saw and believed in the vision.

[colmiillo]

me acting like I just didn't read the most filthy nasty hot smut fic of my life