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𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍. aesthetic post for : @tahitiwoke.
#tahitiwoke#( steady hand. watchful eye. )#hi sam hope you like this#i might make one for chief of staff phil as well but i was kinda digging this vibe
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the tragedy of Dean to me is he steps into the controlling patriarch role bc he is wired to capitulate to gendered hierarchy (bc it reinforces the image of Family, protector/protected) but I don't think he wants to be on the top rung of that ladder. it's where he positions himself but I don't think he desires or prefers control. to have desires at all is a disgusting concept to him and he LOVES following rules in fact half his life is making up little rules for himself and following them as meticulously as he can all while believing he has no choice. he takes the shape of his container. ok what if you were the goodest bravest hero what if you were the best most dutiful little soldier and served your commander so well he became like God for you. I'm a good son I take care of Sammy that's my JOB. but then the guy who gives you orders dies and bc of how gendered hierarchies work you inherit his position. and all you wanna do is find somebody else to take orders from but nobody else is ever gonna be good enough you can't just pick a new God! that's sacrilegious. it's insulting. so you take the shape of your new container.
#dean winchester#i hope this makes sense#also thinking abt constant refrain of: i did what i had to do!!! dont get mad at me. i had to look out for you. that's my JOB#as opposed to sam who is constantly frantically asserting himself dean likes to erase himself just blend into his performance#bc to have a Self at all esp a Self with desires and choices = betraying ur family. obviously.
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It's a time-honoured tradition- every time Sam comes across Izzy (and Ed) in their travels, he asks Izzy to marry him. And every time, Izzy turns him down.
At this point, Sam is asking more for the sake of it than any belief Izzy will ever say yes, a remnant of childhood dedication touched with 30 years of heartbreak and regret- though even now, a small part of him still holds out hope. Sam's promises have only got more extravagant over the years, from a job as his first mate, to a captaincy, a fleet at his command, a whole fucking island if that's what Izzy wants- but he knows it isn't though, not really. If Izzy was ever going to agree to marry him, to leave his life and go with Sam, it wouldn't be for anything Sam could offer him. Izzy never did care for flashy shows of wealth, for a ship or to be captain. The only thing that ever mattered to him was loyalty given, and loyalty shown in return.
It all comes to a head after Stede left and came back, after Izzy lost a toe, lost his leg. Sam hasn't seen him since before things with Ed started to really slide off the rails, before stress permanently set into the lines of Izzy’s face. So, when he sees a dishevelled man with a hoof for a leg in a no-name port, he doesn't even consider the idea that he might know him. It's only when he turns towards him, and Sam catches a glance at those oh too familiar tattoos, he realises this is Izzy, his Izzy, that stands before him.
Knowing Izzy's discomfort with pity, he doesn't treat him any differently than he would in years gone by, positioning himself in Izzy's line of sight before approaching and sweeping him up into a bone crushing hug.
“Israel-goddamn-Hands!” he exclaims, as Izzy grumbles back a begrudging “Samuel-fucking-Bellamy”, a tradition almost as old as their friendship itself. Izzy might not hug him back, but he can’t keep the corner of his mouth from twitching, just for a second.
(If Sam holds Izzy a little tighter and a little longer than usual, well. That's his business)
By the time Sam lets go, most of the crew has appeared in the town square, drawn in by the commotion. They may have given Izzy his leg and welcomed him as one of them, but still there’s an underlying tension, with nobody quite ready to set aside everything that happened before the Kraken. Seeing him cosying up to an unknown man sets everyone on edge, unsure whether to come to their first mate’s aid, or to assume that they've been betrayed once again.
When Ed sees that the yelling was Sam, his hand goes tense where it's held in Stede's. He knows the routine, has seen it more times than he can count, but as he watches them part he realises that this is the first time in a long time he's unsure of what Izzy's response will be.
Knowing that something’s different, knowing that Izzy's feeling vulnerable already, Sam doesn't go for the same flashy proposal he’s been giving for years. He doesn't promise Izzy the world, he doesn't cause a scene (or, any more of a scene than he already has, anyway). He looks at the fractured man in front of him, takes his face in his hands, and says the exact same thing to him he said when they were little more than boys. “Israel, I have to ask you. I know what you'll say, but I have to try. Come with me. Marry me and sail away with me. I'll keep you safe”
And Izzy… hesitates. He glances over at Ed, at Stede, and says to Sam “...We’re staying in port for a week. Ask me again then”
That's the moment Sam knows there is something deeply, horribly, wrong. He's not just looking at an Izzy who got seriously injured in a fight and is struggling to cope, this is something so much bigger than that- and that Ed has something to do with it. Izzy wouldn't even be considering leaving if he didn't. Whether it was negligence or something more sinister, Sam doesn't yet know, but he intends to find out.
#i feel like the little paragraph about the crew is real clunky and out of place but i wanted some kind of establishment of where those#dynamics are at. its important that the crew is something for izzy to consider in his decision; but also that their relationship isnt so#solid he would stay for them alone; yknow?#im sorta aiming for a s2e5 era but like. early in those themes. he cant be all sorted yet i need him to be struggling#anyway this is part of a much larger scenario in my head that im never ever doing anything with but i wrote THIS bit in a daze in like. jun#and i got thinking about it again and i think?? it holds its own as a 'hey think about THIS' snippet. idk you decide#youre welcome to interpret this as solo bellhands but in my head it Has morphed into sam/izzy/ed/stede#because i cant not put edizzy in things any more. izzy has two hands#i also think the comedy potential of one of your boyfriends HATING your other boyfriend is gold. 10/10 dynamic#stede is mostly along for the ride in this but also i think they need him#aaaaand. the sam/ed bracket i think can only be closed in exceptional circumstances. i think they 'hate' each other too much#...which is WHY someones getting kidnapped!!! yay#anyway its all irrelevant because ill never write it out. i can do silly chill things but thatll require work#nyxtalks#ofmd#our flag means death#izzy hands#israel hands#sam bellamy#bellhands#i wanna also say. the general concept of repeated sam proposals has been floating around my head forever#it used to be a more silly thing like i referenced at the start but. s2 gave me angsty feelings i guess#i cant not have izzy have feelings for ed right now which inherently adds layers to Any bellhands scenarios i think.#but yeah. its a Classic Bellhands vibe for me. sam seeing izzy at sea or on shore and asking him to marry him (again)#i like to do this with jackie too. i think i just want that man to be obnoxiously desired#(theres also layers of my personal hornigold era lore built into this but i hope it holds up without u knowing it. tldr. sam lost izzy by#being an idiot n fumbling the bag. thats what matters. izzy went with ed and sams been trying to fix it ever since)#i probably should have readmore'd this but i didnt think it was Quite long enough. or had a good break point. sorry <3
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'"What the fuck is this."
Ian pulls out half a dozen cupcakes, all different flavors, and sticks a candle in every single one. He lights them all and sings Happy Birthday to his husband in the lowlight of their kitchen, his arms wrapped around Mickey’s waist and his voice soft. Mickey’s cheeks turn pink, and Ian pretends not to notice. He makes him blow out the candles anyways.
“You have to try them all,” Ian tells him. “Have to?” “Legally required.” “I don’t remember signing a contract.” “It’s written in between the lines of our marriage license.”
Mickey snorts and picks up the first cupcake—basic, safe, plain old vanilla with vanilla frosting—and takes a huge ass bite before handing it to Ian. He gets frosting on his nose.' - i need you (like cake on my birthday) by @sam-loves-seb
my gift for the lovely @sam-loves-seb 💙✨ prompt - art based on a fic for @gallavichthings gallavich gift exchange
#heehee hiii sam!!! i really hope i did your fic justice with this!#i was so excited when i saw that this prompt was yours and that i'd get to bring one of your fics to life! like i squealed!!!#nvm the fact that this is by far one of my favorite fics of yours! it's so cute and fluffy and i wanted to draw so many scenes!#but ultimately this was the one! wrapped up. smitten. frosting on his nose! aaah i had so much fun with this! i hope you like it 🥰💙#shameless#shameless fanart#gallavich#gallavich fanart#ian gallagher#mickey milkovich#ian x mickey#myart#shamelessnet#shameless fan art#digital art#fanart
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM WINCHESTER!!!
#supernatural#sam winchester#Sam Winchester i love you#sam and dean arent going anywhere#sam and dean#(except deans not here)#ITS HIS BIRTHDAY#happy birthday#happy birthday sam#ily#no cause i looked at the date#and#PANIC#ran to my drawing app#That's why its rushed please this was done in thirty minutes#thats right guys i like supernatural#love actually#it may be a problem#nahh im sure its fine#but!!! sam!!!#did i miss any tags#i sure hope not#sam winchester art#ahh there it is#my art#digital art#commissions open#artists on tumblr#art#artwork
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dean in season 13: if someone stole my car i would kill them dead.
dean the season prior when cas stole the colt hidden under dean’s pillow in his room and is passenger to kelly peeling tf out of there in the impala because he asked dean for the keys and dean gave them to him: he’s been having a rough time sam.
#it’s sooo funny#after sadly jingling himself to his room to return the mixtape made just for him like since you’re mad at me . 🥺 you should have this back#that’s how he gets the gun he literally just 🥺 his way into dean’s room#when you look at the arc of their relationship. whipped#he left sam’s soul in hell with lucifer and unleashed the torment nexus on his brain and dean’s ultimate conclusion about this#ach nae… i love him#WHILE FIXING CAS’ CAR#it’s so funny gayboy there’s no hope for you it’s so over
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meet samantha // “forever” by noah kahan // samantha: an american girl holiday // “strawberry blonde” by chloe moriondo // samantha: an american girl holiday // “jesus christ 2005 god bless america” by the 1975 // meet samantha // “run” by taylor swift ft. ed sheeran // samantha’s winter party // “ivy” by taylor swift // the cry of the loon // “ode to a conversation stuck in your throat” by del water gap // samantha and the missing pearls // “peace” by taylor swift // samantha: an american girl holiday // “i’ll call you mine” by girl in red // changes for samantha // “please don’t say you love me” by gabrielle aplin // samantha: an american girl holiday
nellie's pov
#web weaving#hi! another first time doing something so i hope you like it:)#edit to add that this is more sam’s pov in case this isn’t clear (and because i have something else coming)#and disclaimer: i ship sam/nellie but also separately appreciate their relationship as sisters. i have an au where they aren’t sisters#and that inspired this#but the adoption plotline is very important and i appreciate that as canon without shipping them#samantha parkington#nellie o'malley#american girl#ag#agblr#american girl doll#from my slate#samantha: an american girl holiday#illustrations
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Siegfried Farnon is based on eccentric vet Donald Sinclair, who Peter Wright worked closely with in his early career.
"You know, Donald died unexpectedly. And that morning, I remember the phone going, Jim Wight rang me to say Donald's died. Jim said, 'It's going to be a duller world without Donald Sinclair.' By gosh, it was. It has been."
#all creatures great and small#acgas 2020#the yorkshire vet#samuel west#peter wright#donald sinclair#long post#mine#this was so much fun#and what can be a bigger compliment than hearing those who knew the guy your character is based on#tell you that it's almost like being in his presence again#i dont know sam and im sure he has his faults but he once again comes across as such a genuinely kind and good person#and it makes me so happy#and yes the beard is essential for siegfried but i love that face either way#still if he ever tries to go clean shaven on the show i hope audrey hides his razor w/ as much success as she hid his tobacco#and - understandably - it was skirted on screen but if i remember correctly donald took his own life after real-life audrey died#which i could def see happen (not that i ever wanna mind you) on the show as well given how siegfried was on the verge of going to pieces#and that was 'only' when she was about to move away
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someone sedate me
#uncle samsonite#smiling sam#jake bowen#mr dad#bruh#the brain worms#leaves my brain like swiss fr#anyway#he makes me laugh#you set down a goofy dude thats trying his best#and expect me to NOT get attached#this applies to steve too hope yall know#anywho#sir bowen and steve doodles soon#doodles
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Corpse au case fic where the trio decided to try cracking a murder mystery, except instead of angst it's a comedy of errors where they make everything worse.
Like. Danny comes out of a portal dead and translucent and glowing, and there's charred remains of a human body on the floor. So now all three of them are freaking out, and instead of asking for help, or finding an adult, or telling literally ANYONE, they decide to just. Get rid of the body. As one does.
So that's what they do: they break out Tucker's nice shovels (because god forbid Sam's family owned something as pheasant as a shovel, and Danny's too afraid of touching their family's Patented Fenton ShovelsTM for... reasons), they find a nice desolate clearing in the woods, and then they bury Danny's body like one would a very unfortunate hamster who met their demise too soon under very suspicious circumstances. They even stay at the new "grave" in silence for a minute or five in respect and DEFINITELY nothing else, you know. And so, they bury the body, and then they (try to) forget the experience as some horrific nightmare.
And then, a year later, there's an uproar: the Amity Park's police department found the child's remains in the woods! And you see, Amity Park is not THAT big of a town, and the police estimated that the body belonged to a 14-15 year old child, and, look, there's only so many schools in a small town, alright. Obviously, the rumours start very soon in Casper High: about how the kid could've gone to their school, about how they could've died, about whether or not anybody was missing them, about their identity, and some definitely-truthworthy-would-I-lie-to-you-bro-come-on sources insist that the kid was murdered around a year ago, around the time ghosts started showing up. And these rumours obviously reach the ears of Sam, Danny and Tucker.
Now, you would've thought that their first thought would be something like "oh no, they found Danny's body", or "oh no, they know", or even simply "we're sooo fucked". Except. You see, the night they buried the body? It was really cloudy. And dark. And, y'know, it's very easy to get lost in a forest. And they were too high-strung, you see, they completely forgot to leave some sort of a marker or anything. And also like, it was so long ago, you know? A lot have happened, they were sooo busy and the likes, you can't really blame them for forgetting some things.
And here's lies the problem: all three of them just fucking forgot that there was a body left to bury at all.
And then it gets out that the police can't even conduct any sort of DNA test because it became corrupted to the point of being absolutely unrecognisable due to exposure to a large amount of ecto-energy.
It's now looks like a bad set up for a joke: an identifiable body of a child, cause of death unknown; the probable involvement of ghosts or at the very least a very large quantity of ecto-energy; a probable murderer on the loose, which naturally breeds suspicion and speculation; a town full of all kinds of rumours; and a trio of absolute dumbasses, who after hearing that ghosts were involved immediately went to stick their noses where they don't belong.
Rejoice, Amity Park! Sam, Danny and Tucker are now on the case! Except they are all teenagers, and nobody in their right mind will allow teenagers to solve a murder case. Plus, them poking around would be highly suspicious, but Phantom, on the other hand?
(people seeing Phantom helping solve this case and coming to the conclusion that the ghosts were definitely involved was not on their bingo card, but oh well)
They don't go to the cops, obviously: Danny at least in part because he's worried they will call GIW on his ass or try to arrest him, and Sam and Tucker simply because fuck the cops (one because the police is involved in a militaristic, capitalistic corrupted system that breeds injustice and furthers the divide between average people and the wealthy, and the other because cops suck and will probably call GIW on his friend's ass). They also can't go to any other authorities: cops are out of the question, as is the mayor; laboratory personnel will most likely just throw them out; and there're no witnesses or known relatives, so they're stuck.
Therefore they decide that desperate times need desperate measures, and so they enlist all of their ghost allies on a quest, hoping to find the ghost of the kid. Considering the amount of ecto-energy they were subjected to, they MUST have formed a ghost, they only need to find them.
Except. The Ghost Zone is a big place, and they only have so many allies, even if some of them are a queen and a god. So Danny bites the bullet and does the most stupid (debatable) thing he has ever done: he goes to his enemies for help. They're surprisingly understanding and willing to help, even if some of their reasons are a little... strange (Skulker and Johnny entered some sort of competition on who finds the ghost first, Box Ghost starts to seek out coffins (??) and Youngblood is not above to start torturing people to finally have a friend that is not either an adult or a complete stick in the mud). And even then they still can't find the ghost.
In the end Danny goes to Clockwork in a desperate hope that he will be able to glimpse at least a little of what had transpired on the night of the murder, and to Danny's annoyance Clockwork laughs so hard he almost pops a ghost equivalent of a blood vessel.
A few weeks down the line Sam hesitantly brings up Danny's buried corpse ("MY WHAT" "Your corpse which we buried in the woods, Danny, don't you remember?" "Yeah, bro, I think you dissociated the whole time we were digging the hole and carrying your dead body" "WE DID WHAT-"), reasonably saying that, you know, they ALSO technically buried a body in the woods. On that Tucker just shrugs because obviously it was not Danny's body, the place of the burial was way off, he remembers that there was a really big stone to the left of the grave (he doesn't and there wasn't), so they are in the clear. During that exchange Danny's sitting on the floor and having a panic attack, because he really did dissociate the whole time and afterwards legitimately forgot that there was a body to bury at all.
After that conversation all three of them leave with a certainty that Danny's body is still there where they left it, whenever it was. And so the shenanigans continue.
#yes i know that is custom made for some delicious angst and identity shenanigans#but also consider: this scenario would be very funny#three teenagers running around a crime scene trying to solve a murder case#and not realising they ARE said murder case#idk whether or not there would be an identity reveal down the line but if there would be one#i like to imagine vlad just sitting in his office alone afterwards head in hands#wondering WHAT he did to deserve this stupidity that went for MONTHS#like sir you did it to yourself when you decided to make a 14 years old your arch-nemesis#jazz is both horrified ('IT WAS YOUR WHAT') and exasperated ('what do you MEAN you forgot')#she's out there secretly hoping this sort of stupidity is not hereditary (in her case it kinda is lmao)#his parents are simply horrified (tho jack a few months down the line finds the whole ordeal rather funny)#the ghosts all forget about this shitshow rather quickly#except for ember youngblood kitty and johnny. they will NEVER let danny live it down. NEVER.#also danny waking up at 3am in cold sweat and remembering cw laughing his ass off: THIS MF KNEW ALL ALONG-#danny phantom#sam manson#danny fenton#tucker foley
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family
(a/n: SURPRISE FIC!!!!!!!! I wrote this prose poem thingy for a class writing exercise last semester and I'm very proud of it, and I wanted to put something out for bttf day so here it is now :) I hope yall enjoy it!!)
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I have a father. A father who I am unsure if I will ever truly know in any real way. His eyes have been fixed to the television every night for as long as I can remember. He blinks in tandem with the static. He is wired, he laughs along with the laugh track. He is wired to cringe and cower beneath and stutter and laugh and laugh and laugh. His laugh, what a shaky, unsure laugh. He laughs and nods and laughs, full of fear. "Yes, sir, of course, sir, I know, sir-- hah, ouch-- yes, sir, I know, sir. You can- can count on me, sir." I ask him why he does what he does. He tells me he can do nothing else.
I have a mother, although I wonder if I ever truly had a mother. I wonder if this was something that developed as I grew up. Maybe it is just that I cannot remember her for who she used to be, or maybe she has always been like this. So jaded, so distant. A haze lies over her eyes, they are glass. Every evening they become glass. Tonight she is two vodkas in.
I have a brother who does not take his life as seriously as he should. Ever since graduating he has sat in the same place, flipping and frying. He does not like effort. He tells me that he is content as he is. A lazy smile, the stench of grease lingering from the spot he stands in even long after he has left. It is everywhere in his room. It creeps out in the wash and corrupts the rest of our clothes and bedsheets. He is turning gray before my eyes. Any longer, and I fear he will become a stone.
I have a sister, and she is miserable. Wanting and yearning, yet stifled. Aware, though. She is aware of what our parents have and what they do not have, and what they do not have she wants for herself. Her heart calls out. It tires of living in such a perpetual state of stillness, it wants to beat. A companion. A dinner for two, caring not if it will work out, just to try. That is what she wants: to try.
I have a family, and they are not you.
I have a girlfriend and she is my world. She is the sun when the clouds get thick and the clouds when the sun gets hot. She is musical laughter and stolen kisses before algebra class. She is planned-out road trips and a walk hand in hand through the town square. She is off-key, loudly-sung ABBA under the stars after leaving the cinema. She is a ride through the neighborhood, a skateboard date to 7-Eleven at twilight. She has been in the front row of every gig I have ever done (exactly two). She sings along when I practice my guitar-- not loudly, not off-key-- but just right. From her heart. She is solace.
She is everything to me, but not in the same way you are.
I sit down at the dinner table. My brother eats, but my sister prefers talking over chewing. I do not blame her, I am not hungry either. My fork becomes a rake on my plate with its slow and languid movements. Our mother speaks of her brother who will be visiting tomorrow. My sister makes a snarky comment, a blunt knife shot from between her teeth. Our mother just laughs, and it is the closest thing to genuinity I have heard from her in a long time, although it is not quite there. She calls out to our father. He does not answer, he has wired himself up to the television the way he does every night. Our mother waits, but he does not answer. He laughs along with the laugh track.
I have a father, and he is not you.
Stomach turning, I retreat to my room for the evening. I play my guitar until I hear my sister snap through the wall for me to quiet down. I prop my guitar against the wall and dial on my landline, and it rings one, two times before you answer. You greet me with warmth in your voice, you ask me how my day was. I tell you. You ask me about algebra, and I make a strange noise. You help me with my homework, we are on the phone for hours as numbers clash and meld together in my mind's eye. It is late now, and you can hear the tiredness in my voice. The math book is long gone, but we are still talking, although there are more pauses in our voices. Tomorrow is my audition, I say. You know, you remember. Come by my garage in the morning before school, you tell me-- I made something for you that might help you out with practicing. You can play without having to worry about waking your family up.
I have a father, and he is not you. But he does not ask me about my day with genuine interest. He does not help me with my algebra homework. He does not tell me his dreams and aspirations, and he does not encourage mine with equal enthusiasm. He does not give me pep talks. He does not get Burger King and offer to watch cheesy older movies with me when I have had a bad day. He does not put his heart into everything he does and include me in all of it. He does not stay on the line with me until I fall asleep, smile on my face and phone resting limply in my hand.
I am not in his world and he is not in mine. But you and I, we are engrained, woven into each others'.
I have a father, and he is not you. But family is not always the thing written in one's blood.
#hhhhhHHHHHHGGHHHHHHH#finally putting this out there after a hot minute of revising and editing lol#IT'S BACK TO THE FUTURE DAYYYY!!!!!!!!!#i got my silly little outfit... got my tshirt... got my orange vest... got my epic delorean/fire/license plate socks#those socks started it all man. my family and i were on vacation and i saw the shakespeare bttf book at a shop and was like “cool”#then that night at the hotel we stayed at they had i think american pickers? on tv and it was a nerd episode AND THERE WERE THREE DELOREANS#so it was slooooowly taking hold. and then the next day at another shop i saw those socks and that was it for me man#ANYWAYS#HAPPY BACK TO THE FUTURE DAY!!!!!!!!#i hope yall enjoy this exploration of marty's dynamics with his family :)#marty mcfly#doc brown#doctor emmett brown#emmett brown#jennifer parker#george mcfly#lorraine mcfly#dave mcfly#linda mcfly#back to the future#back to the future the musical#bttf#back to the future day#bttf day#sam says things#my art#sam writes#:)#OH AND. tag this as ship and you're getting insta-blocked. no thank you 👍
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[240316 fla vs. tbl] matthew tkachuk catches tampa bay's brayden point with an enormous reverse hit in the corner just moments after linemate sam bennett sent nikita kucherov flying in a hard-nosed physical shift typical of their line.
+ bonus: bennett hit on kucherov
#matthew tkachuk#sam bennett#florida panthers#nhl#nhledit#hockey#hockeyedit#meg.cats#meg.gif#meg.all#meg.request#playbook#hi i also included. samuel. because i love him#like he is so delightful to me bc he's not very big at all but he's a great hitter#and because the two of them were just hurling themselves around the ice during this shift#i LOVE them#also sorry i know the bennett hit gif is framed in a very unhinged way i just thought it was a little Funny the way they disappear#i hope this is the play you were wanting anon!!!
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people actually went on about how game of thrones made it socially acceptable to be a fantasy nerd, as though the lord of the rings movies hadn't been released less than a decade earlier and left far greater cultural ripples and i am just
got may have made the adults feel better about liking fantasy, but lotr got into the kids' heads when they (we) were just young and impressionable enough to be absolutely transported and emotionally rewritten by don't you leave him, samwise gamgee and my brother, my captain, my king and and rohan will answer
lotr was rewriting entire generations' brain chemistry long before asoiaf and so obviously it's not fair to compare any post-lotr fantasy novel to it, and each book series was trying to do different things within their own spheres and so that also is not a fair comparison, but in terms of the cultural impact of the adaptations that came out within a decade of each other, saying that it was game of thrones that made fantasy mainstream is baffling
game of thrones could only run because the lord of the rings movies laid the path, and i will die on this hill
#lotr#lord of the rings#lord of the rings movies#i started this post because ''may it be'' came up on my playlist but now i think i'm going to start my nth rewatch of the trilogy#there is a lot to discuss about it re: comparison to the books but it's like...#for all the changes they made - good and bad and neutral - everyone involved in making the films *loved* the source material#they all *wanted* to do justice to it and believed in it and it shows#i think of some posts i've seen about how frustrating this modern push towards tongue-in-cheek irony over sincerity#so afraid to be corny or cheesy that you have to tack a joke onto every real emotional moment#like no fuck that#give me sam hauling frodo onto his shoulders saying ''i can't carry it for you but i can carry you''#give me aragorn gently kissing boromir's forehead as he dies#give me merry and pippin throwing themselves at the uruk hai to distract them from frodo#give me theoden's grand speeches and gandalf's pained expression when frodo says he'll carry the ring#tbh i think that sincerity is a large part of *why* it has such staying power even now#because it is a story you are meant to get deeply emotionally invested in and not hold yourself a little ironically apart from#it isn't meant to sell merch it's meant to bring you to middle-earth and capture your heart and make you believe that the war can be won#with love and loyalty and hope and fellowship and fidelity and integrity and just... just refusing to give in to despair#it is earnest. it is unafraid to be melodramatic or corny because it believes in the story it's telling.#and so it imprinted onto a whole generation growing up right at the cusp of a barrage of apocalypses#anyway. i have Feelings about these movies and their impact and how that mirrors and enhances the books' own impact
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dare I say... superior trope
#lover gone dark#p.s. for those who don't know sasusaku actually has a happy ending I just love angst#(another fun fact! in the original rots idea padme was meant to kill anakin)#the first and the last quote is from vampire academy (if you know you know)#at first I wanted to make it all about my favorite characters who either went dark or were nearly there (like sam winchester)#but then I decided to go down 'if your beloved goes to the dark side you must save them by either bringing them back or killing them' road#me shipping sasusaku since the age of 10 and then discovering anakin when I was 20 has brought us where we are today btw#being a within temptation stan as a child didn't help either#I love me a story of a good man who has too much power and gets corrupted on his way to revenge mmmm delicious#I don't know how to tag this post cause it's a bit niche but I hope my soulmate people will find it <3#sasusaku#sasuke x sakura#sasuke uchiha#uchiha sasuke#sakura haruno#haruno sakura#naruto#naruto shippuden#boruto#pro sasusaku#(obviously)#star wars#star wars prequels#anakin skywalker#anidala#vampire academy#otp: irreplaceable partner
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Some Vetvimes for y'all~
Discworld © Terry Pratchett / art © Murderous-Coffeebean (tumblr & dA)
#vetvimes#discworld#havelock vetinari#lord vetinari#sam vimes#vimes#art#fan art#discworld fanart#my art#my posts#digital art#Touch#2024#22.5.2024#i haven't drawn much recently (sad sigh) and the whole ghost merch shirt sitch has had me unwilling to post much art ever since#but the discworld fandom is alright so i guess i'll make an exception#anyway thanks magpiesketchins if you see this i love your discworld comic and it actually inspired me to draw sth for these idiots (affecti#*(affectionate) again#also lol idk abt the anatomy here and like. vetinari's hand. but after years of stressing abt art i post i can finally shrug and move on. y#anyway the second one could be sad if you wanna but i think it's more vimes being followed by his thoughts or memories or sth#also this vetinari isn't 100% how i want him to look like yet but this vimes? that's my vimes design. this one i am 100% happy with#edit: nearly forgot this in my drafts woops#anyway#happy glorious 25th of may#unfortunately i haven't had time to make sth like last year so i hope this suffices#it's not my fave piece ever but i'm v happy with vimes so whatever
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So I turned on notifications for you blog early on in the Red Knight series so Id know when you posted the next chapter. After not seeing notifications from your blog for months, it literally makes me smile every time I see a simple "xysidhequeen reblogged x" now. Im sorry that you have to deal with everything but Im glad to see every notification that we havent lost you.
Ajajsjaheha THIS IS SO SWEET? Thank you! Also hope you don't mind being bombarded with notifs.
Also how many of you thought I really died? 😭 I'm so sorry to scare you all like that.
Here's an apology snippet
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There was a voice that sounded suspiciously like Jazz, even complete with annoyed exasperation, groaning at him to just ask Danny out already, that he very firmly beat back to the bowels of his mind with a stick.
He could, maybe, to himself, in the middle of the night when he was going on forty hours with no sleep, just perhaps admit he most definitely had a crush on his best friend. But those late night, sleep deprived admissions were no where near strong enough to overcome the choking, cloying fear that strangled his lungs and shredded his heart at the very thought of admitting it aloud. Let alone to Danny.
Danny was his friend, his best friend, his king. Danny saved him, back when he was nothing more than an angry slip of a teen with a chip on his shoulder and fresh from his own grave.
Danny had given him a home, a family, a purpose. He had given him everything, he had made Jason who he was today. Someone he could be proud of.
How could he ever risk losing that? Losing Danny?
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We get so close then Jason just takes three huge steps back. Baby is so scared. We'll get there, eventually. I promise. But when I say slow burn I mean SLOW burn.
Also me while writing this chapter so far:
Me: TimTimTimTimTIM!!!!
Jason: What about four thousand words of straight introspection
Can you feel Jazz's influence on him? Because I can, and I hate it(affectionately). I want to get to Tim!!! But Jason just wanted to think! He has so many thoughts in that head of his. It's the overthinking thing all the Bats and Birds learned from Bruce.
#zee answers#dp x dc#danny phantom#dc x dp#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#the king and his red knight#the king and his red knight au#tkahrk#tkahrk au#jason todd#halfa jason todd#dead on main#goddammit Jason just KISS DANNY#sam and tucker are over here having an ariel moment singing 'kiss the boy' at the top of their lungs#meanwhile jason and danny have their hands over their ears#anyone hoping for a loopy bloodloss confession because one of them gets injured and theyre like 'hehe youre so pretty i wanna kiss you.'#cause i am#maybe thats whatll happen who knows#i do have plans for some antagonists and villains to show up eventually#like some good plans that will facilitate a reconciliation between jason and Bruce#but we cant get there until we get tim because tim is the last piece of the puzzle i need#also i just really like tim and refuse to move on without my little feral raccoon child
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