#i'm a sam fan

[shallowrambles]

sounds like you have medical trauma, which is actually a separate issue. i wasn't trying to be an ass, i genuinely like your meta and i like coming on your blog to see it. I just don't always tag my wincest, and I don't want to get blocked because of that.

I honestly don't know how to answer this.

(A) Issues overlap and influence one another, and whether or not my "trauma" is "understandable" or "severe enough" or "on topic enough" or whatever don't really factor here. I have a boundary. That boundary might be drawn for Serious Reasons or it might simply be that I Find The Thing Annoying. Both are Good Enough (TM).

(B) I get not tagging. I have trouble tagging, too. (Attention issues, fatigue, exhaustion, etc.). The difference here is, I'm good with whoever blocking me, even if it's just "OMG SHAL I CAN'T STAND YOU TODAY." It can be 'cause of random crap or mis-tagging or not tagging or even "I hate the Kentucky Derby" and "Gross, you like sports!"

(C) For issues like this you're going to have to decide if it's worth taking the time to tag or just eat the risk of me blocking you. Honestly, I might block you anyway, depending on how I'm feeling that day.

[rainebownerd]

You guys he was being so plain because he knew!!!! He knew that if he went all out all the time like Aabriya, we wouldn't survive it

[squiddymaru]

Sam: Where do you find these names?

Celia: couple of old documents.

The documents:

[orangeindivdual]

THE GODS HAVE FINALLY ANSWERED MY PRAYERS! LOOK AT HIM, LOOK AT THE BOY ASSHDHFJSHDDKDN

My Internet was down the entire day, but I was blessed with this when It came back up

Crappy doodle I made in my excitement

[fakemagicjaye]

sequel to this eight years later. idk i was possessed????

[clydeswob]

Here's an Art trade I did in da Sam and max discord server!

Sam with his fro and Max with his messy flower crown fjjtfvnhffsg

[kerryweaverlesbian]

(I love Sam. Btw. This is playful.)

*(this was near the start of season 10, he persuaded a misogynist guy to sell his soul so he could follow him to Dean. The guy was then killed by Dean so I guess he's in Hell now. RIP I guess (Ripped Into Pieces))

[theoneinmultiplefandoms]

[sketches/w.i.p.s?] a random crossover involving fixations, old and new 🥼⚠️

check out below for some more doodles + silly ramblings about this crossover for those who wanna! (p.s.: involves angst + existential dread, so be advised!!)

my crossovering multifandom brain: "hey since Bill C. can break 4th Walls™️ and see parallel universes, do you think he'd see Flint's alternate versions of himself being a different person / being more successful / being an actual innovator like his concept arts rather than the flimsy inventor that he is now? how would Flint even react to all of that, the fact that he's just a mere concept of what he could have been, boiled down into an inconsistent joke that no creator(s) of his would bother to further develop? that he's just a mere puppet for a story that was never his?"

me: "bro chill i just want to draw Flint again calm down (/lhj) 😭😭"

[pollsnatural]

If you blame him, please write in the tags/comments why. I'm curious.

[silverlizard012]

Had this AU kinda simmering on the sidelines for a while, but after the recent lore drop for the alt timeline (and for being in the franchise long enough to understand the characters a lil better), I finally decided to drop this thing.

Basic premise of this thing is that instead of fully blowing up far away in space, Max wound up blowing up close enough to Earth's orbit (since Stinky was actually forced to toss her phone while leaving). This made it so his bits came barreling back like a meteor but recondensed themselves to form a body again (in part thanks to the dark matter still in him). During the process however the two halves of his brain refused to reconnect hence why there's two extra Maxes now instead of one.

Alt still shows up though, the above process took just enough time for the ending scene to play out but not long enough for Sam & Alt to leave the pier (the time elevator still gets sent away though so Alt's pretty much stranded in this timeline).

Now all 4 of em are kinda just stuck living together. Sam doesn't have the guts to ditch any of them because part of him wants to move on with Alt, but on the otherhand SuperEgo and ID remind him too much of when they were a whole person...rabbit.

Bit of a sidenote sorta-kinda but, obviously all the Maxes hate each others' guts and try to get rid of one another by almost any means necessary. Problem with this is the fact SuperEgo and ID came from the same person afterall, so they can't really hurt each other or else they wind up hurting themselves. If one experiences damage done to their body then the other will experience phantom pain from it, be it sudden bruises coming out of nowhere or spontaneous cuts popping up.

[delzinrowe]

Firefly's MAGICAL GIRL TRANSFORMATION™

[stvivi]

Sarah Kane, Phaedra’s Love

[queenofbaws]

Evil Sam. Do your worst 😌

The problem was simple: Hannah was her best friend and Sam was very, very mad at her. The two were not mutually exclusive, they just felt like they should've been; like because they were best friends, she should've been able to grin and bear it, or because she was mad, she should've been able to shut off the part of her brain that knew all the nitty-gritty secrets and insecurities best friends were meant to hide under lock and key.

It just didn't happen that way.

Part of it too, she'd come to realize, was that she hadn't wanted to come to the party in the first place. It wasn't the trek up the mountain that did it - she loved Blackwood Pines, always leapt at a chance to spend some time out in the woods where the air was clean and the sunsets brought a literal tear to your eye - but everything else. The social politics, the in-fighting, the pointless peer pressure to just chug one more drink or go run out into the snow in your underwear, the endless arguing over what movies would play in the cinema and why nonono, they could not and would not stand sitting through Blood Monastery again.

But it was mostly the breakup. Well. It was mostly the break. That's what Mike and Emily did, after all, fight and fight and fight with each other until one threw their hands up and the other stormed out to change their Facebook relationship status, and then ten minutes later, surprise! They'd be back together again as if nothing had ever happened, lather, rinse, repeat. Everyone knew it. Everyone understood the cycle.

Except for Hannah.

It was all she'd been able to talk about since the cable car had touched down at the summit, her hands compulsively smoothing her hair down, her cheeks bright with more anticipation than cold as she ran through the hypotheticals. What Mike would be doing, what he'd be feeling, how he'd need someone to talk to, how maybe this was it, her chance, and even if Emily was glaring over her shoulder the whole time, well, that wasn't her fault, right? That wasn't her problem? Not when they'd clearly broken up before this weekend, not when they'd -

Sam hadn't gotten a word in edgewise. Nor had she gotten so much as a shred of Hannah's time. From the moment she laid eyes on Mike, that was it. That's all she wrote. She was a flittery, jittery mess at the edge of his periphery, always trying to step a little closer, to inject herself into his conversations, to giggle at all of his jokes, to twist her hair around her fingers and shoot sidelong smiles whenever he so much as glanced her way. And there was Sam. On the sideline. Caught between Hannah's stalled-out advances and the oncoming train.

Namely, Emily and Jess.

What had started as dirty looks shot Hannah's way had quickly become whispers, become grumbles, become sharp comments barely hidden behind hands. They understood the cycle. They knew the score. And whether it was because Sam was invisible to them or they simply didn't care who overheard them, it wasn't long before she understood where the night was heading.

"Who does she even think she is?"

"Literally. Liiiterally. It's kind of sad, though, don't you think?"

"Sad? Try pathetic. The desperation's so strong I'm choking on it."

"Seriouslyyy. It's like she doesn't even care you guys are together. Some friend, huh?" Jess gasped, clapping her hands in front of her face as she pitched her voice down into something more conspiratorial, though no harder to make out. "You wanna get back at her? Remind her who she's dealing with?"

Emily's eye-roll was just as audible. "Uh huh. By doing what, exactly? You wanna go picking through her room until we find her diary? Read it out loud like this is storytime?"

"Um, I was thinking maybe we just, like, lock her out for an hour or something, but yours sounds fun."

"I have an idea," Sam said, and she'd give them this much - at least they both jumped when she spoke up, having just enough decency to seem surprised that they hadn't noticed her. She held their eyes for a beat then shrugged, folding her arms across her chest. "Gotta warn you, though...mine's pretty mean."

The problem was simple. Hannah was her best friend.

But Sam was very, very tired of feeling like she wasn't hers.