#lil sammy
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by-ilmater · 1 year ago
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can't even take a fuckin bath in peace. can't have shit in this house
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kingdicemrwheezyflowertor · 10 months ago
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Okay, so I may have done a thing based on what you said in my ask, and uumm, yeah, it's gonna be an angst like fanfic/comic?? Where my oc and a few others are at the fight you described aaand basically my oc is gonna try to calm down G-1 during his rage fit after he murdered some of the soldiers responsible for his friend getting killed. Let's just say- my oc Jaideica may or may not be in danger. 🫠 Here is a sneak peak. What do you think?
My oc right now: {Instert I'm in danger meme from Homer Simpsons} 😊
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It looks nice! I really like how G-1 looks but there is one thing you should know when it comes to my G-1.
He can only be calmed down if he’s around Thomas. Anyone else; He won’t listen nor care.
Well except for one Pregnant woman when he was on his rampage to Sodor. He spared her and her Husband’s lives because he could smell the baby in the wife’s belly. Call it a hunch but Gordon was probably the one that held G-1 back for those two.
Which turns out to be Lil Sammy’s Mother and Father when they were expecting her.
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by-ilmater · 10 months ago
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stinkman 9000
please reblog and show me your pets and tell me their Problems
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sammybeann · 2 months ago
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thedeadedhooman · 27 days ago
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corporate needs you to find the differences between these pictures
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jae-in-a-trenchcoat · 3 months ago
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Part 1 of me redrawing these photos from this video of the CT cast as their characters (+ an allosaurus to fill the space)
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gaydiation-poisoning · 2 years ago
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SAMMY
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WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING???
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HOW DID YOU GET UP THERE????
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devilat-thedoor · 15 days ago
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can i bring this to everyone’s attention?
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samofmine · 6 months ago
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"Stop looking at me like that!" Sam says, high pitched and annoyed, but well, no. Dean very much can't stop looking at him like that.
(aka I couldn't stop thinking about this so here's a weecest with sam in a cropped top and the inner chaos it ensues on dean)
Like what, anyway? He just hopes he's not drooling.
Sam came home an hour ago. He insisted on going shopping for his own clothes, saying Dean never got his right size, the pants looked too baggy and the shirts too loose. Well, forgive him if he doesn't want Sam parading the shape of his body to everyone. He gets enough catcalls from creeps in gas stations and sideroad bars as it is.
But Dean can't really use that as an argument, so yes, go the fuck ahead and buy your own clothes if you're so self sufficient, he said, and oh how it bit him in the ass.
Sam's fashion preference happened to be a pair of ragged jeans, red converse sneakers, and a freaking cropped top. A white, loose cropped top, short enough he can see everything from under Sam's nipples to the curve of his hipbone, loose enough it reveals Sam's collarbones as he moves.
Sammy's stomach. The smooth, milky skin wrapping around his small waist. His hip bones. Hell, even his belly button. Dean feels dizzy.
It's not like Dean's never seen it before. He bathed the kid, changed his diapers, but it's all a distant memory now, since Sam's puberty hit and he started acting like such a girl, shy to even be in the same room as a shirtless Dean, and god forbid Dean ever needs to piss when he's in the shower, because he will be throwing a tantrum before he even gets to step inside the bathroom.
Whatever. It doesn't matter. It would take more than bitchy mood swings and annoying brattiness to make Sam any less endearing to Dean.
He's still his little brother. His baby. Dean's everything.
He's not saying he misses the closeness, the tangled limbs under bedsheets when it was too cold and lying too close together when they had to share a crappy motel fan during a heat wave. But now that all of that is in the past, he simply wasn't prepared to see so much of Sam.
He wants to put his hands on each side of his waist and see if they still fit perfectly.
He wants to brush his fingers under his belly button and see if he can still track the goosebumps running through his body by watching his skin from close enough.
He wants... He wants.
He won't do any of that, though, because he doesn't want to be yelled at and he definitely doesn't want to deal with a moody Sammy for the rest of the week.
So, he stares. Sam has to grant him at least that.
"Looks weird, I know it." Sam looks down, and Dean notices his hands are trying to cover his stomach. "Just stop staring. It's hot today."
Dean blinks. What. What?
"What?" He can't help it. "Why do you think I'm staring? D'you think I'm gonna make fun of you?"
"Well." Sam looks at him, all bitchy faced. "Why else?"
Dean wants to laugh. Or cry. This is ridiculous.
If I could take a picture of you like this and keep it next to my bed so it's the first thing I see everyday, I'd be doing it right now. Seriously. Just give me a camera.
Obviously he can't say any of that. So.
"Why don't you wear a skirt to complete the look?" He teases, but crap, that was not the right thing to say, not just because the image of Sam in a skirt crosses his mind and he feels faint from it, but because of Sam's pained expression as soon as he heard the words.
"You're a jerk." Sam says and lies down on his bed, his back to Dean. He pulls the covers on top of him as if he's trying to hide.
Dean moves before he can even rationalize it. "Sammy, c'mon." He says, sitting on the edge of Sam's bed. "I was joking."
"Leave me alone." He gets in response.
Dean takes a deep breath, tries to go through his mental Sammy manual to see if he has any way of fixing this.
Feels like nothing he can say or do will make any difference.
So, to hell with it.
"You look good." He says. If Sam's gonna be pissed at him anyway, let it be for his honesty instead of his bad jokes.
Sam tenses up under the blanket, Dean notices of course.
"You don't mean that." Sam's voice is smaller, vulnerable, tugging on Dean's heartstrings like nothing else does.
"Of course I..." He sighs in frustration. "Let me see you."
Sam turns to lie on his back just so he can look at Dean, confused. Well, at least he's looking at him.
Dean grabs the blanket and pulls it down.
"Stop! Give it back." Sam whines, pulling it back. He's so goddamn loud, for no reason.
Dean rolls his eyes and holds Sam's wrists to make him stop.
"Let me see you, Sammy." He says, in a way anyone else would think is an order, even their dad, but only Sam knows this is him pleading.
He lets go of Sam's wrists to put the blanket away. Sam lets him.
Dean takes a moment, takes in the sight.
Sam's hands are still shyly on top of his stomach, hiding it.
Dean swallows dry.
He slowly reaches and moves Sam's hand so he can touch him, fingers almost shaking from the excitement, and Sam's stomach clenches under his touch.
He looks up to meet Sam's eyes. He's looking at him, nervous and flushed and beautiful, and Dean wants to keep him to himself, wants to lock them inside this room and throw away the key or fucking swallow it, because no way in hell he's ever going to allow anyone else to see Sam like this.
"You look good." He repeats, not recognizing his own voice, it comes out strangled and pathetic and he has to take a deep breath.
"Thanks." Sam says softly, so damn soft, Dean doesn't think locking him in the room will be enough. He's gonna have to eat him.
He brushes his fingers lightly across Sam's stomach and he squirms, fucking squirms, laughing under him.
"Tickles." Sam whines.
And, well, if doing that will make Sammy lose the scowl, game on.
Dean starts to tickle his tummy, laughing along with Sam as he drinks in every movement.
"Stop!" Sam laughs, grabbing his hand.
The pause in their movements is too long and with their eyes locked Dean forgets to breathe.
"Well, do you believe me?" He says once he remembers, "Or should I say it again?"
"I believe you." Sam says, shyly.
"What was that? I didn't hear it." Dean leans down, closer to hear him better.
"Shut up, you heard me." Sam is still smiling.
"How come you're always avoiding me lately?" Maybe now is not the time to talk about this, he knows Sam's good mood is fragile and he shouldn't be tempting it, but. He has to know.
"I'm not. I just... Feel weird around you."
"Weird?" Dean asks, confused.
"I don't know. Shut up." Sam says, but he's still smiling, even though it's a more nervous smile. "Just... Weird. Like I always want more of it. Don't ask me to explain it, I just know I shouldn't feel this way. I just do, though."
Dean blinks at him, digesting.
"It's probably cause we spend most of the time in small rooms with not enough space even to have personal space."
Nerd, Dean thinks.
But such a cute fucking nerd. He has no idea what he's even talking about but at least Sam isn't tired of him or hates him. He just feels weird, and Dean can totally understand that.
"You're such a weirdo." He says, not holding back his smile. Sam laughs weakly and Dean feels high on it.
Maybe that's why he leans in and kisses his forehead.
He feels Sam freezing under him but it's been so long since he let him this close, so damn long, he can't stop.
He kisses the tip of his nose.
Sam holds his breath.
Dean kisses his chin.
"De?" Sam's voice is so small, Dean is going insane.
When he meets his eyes again he notices Sam isn't looking at him with confusion or annoyance like he expected.
He decides to push his luck.
"What? I can't kiss you, anymore, either?" He says, testing the waters. "When you were little you wouldn't go to sleep without a goodnight kiss from me, remember that?"
Sam groans in embarassment, but he's still smiling, cheeks tainted pink.
"I was a kid. 'M not a kid anymore."
"So I shouldn't kiss you then." Dean raises his eyebrows.
"Why would you even want to kiss me?" Sam says, not meeting his eyes.
Dean can't even register the question. Seriously.
"Have you looked at yourself?" He says. "How could I not?"
He travels his eyes down Sam's body, his stomach drawing his attention again.
He stares for a moment too long.
"You can." Sam says, almost a whisper.
Dean meets his eyes, not sure what he was talking about. Maybe he got distracted, sue him.
Sam notices and rolls his eyes.
"Kiss me, I mean." He explains shyly "Miss your goodnight kisses, too."
And Dean feels himself buzz with excitement, fingers going numb from wanting to reach and touch and hold and do everything at once.
He sighs in frustration and lets his head drop forward, resting his forehead against Sam's stomach.
"You'll be the death of me." He says against Sam's skin. He hopes it's a promise. Only death could free him from this longing. Maybe not even death.
And there they are. The goosebumps.
He smiles. He can't help but kiss him, right on top of his bellybuton. He takes his time, too, letting his lips brush against the skin, breathing in Sam's scent.
Sam is quiet but Dean can hear his breath getting heavier.
He continues.
He kisses every bit of skin he can reach, lips brushing across Sam's stomach from one kiss to the other, never wanting to break the contact.
"Feels weird." Sam lets out a choked sigh.
"Bad weird?" Dean asks, looking up at him.
"Just weird." Sam says. "Probably bad weird. But I like it."
Dean looks at him, words escaping him.
Sam smiles sweetly and cups his face with his hand.
"I like everything you make me feel, De. Even though I hate that I like it sometimes."
Dean leans back to get a better view of Sam's expression, wants to register it in his brain so he can remember it the next time Sam avoids him again.
"Same here, Sammy." He says, simply, because he has no idea how to put into words the relief he's feeling.
He looks at Sam's stomach, places his hands on each side of his waist. Rubs his thumb against his skin.
"Fits." He says, more to himself.
Sam's hand finds his face again, this time under his chin, making him look up.
They're really damn close to each other. Dean's eyes stop on Sam's lips.
Sam is leaning in. His hand move from his chin to hold Dean's shoulder, both hands, and he closes his eyes and he continues to lean in and Dean feels like everything is happening way too slowly but he could never rush this.
Sam kisses him. It's nothing but a peck, but it's enough to awake the monster that's been dorment inside Dean's soul all this time and he can't stop himself from pulling Sam towards him by the neck, to kiss him better, to kiss him harder, to feel his lips against his tongue.
Sam tries to follow Dean's rythm, letting out small whimpers that make Dean even more hungry.
He guides him so they both move on the bed and he sits him on his lap. Sam's arms immediately lock around his neck.
They kiss for so long Dean starts to feel lightheaded, but he still wants more, because it's Sammy, and Sammy is kissing him back and he wants everything Sam gives him and he almost wants more.
After too long but not even close to long enough Dean lies them down, but they continue to trade kisses until Sam falls asleep first, Dean's hands firm on his waist, keeping them close enough they share each breath. Dean decides this, right here, like this, is where they belong. He falls asleep with a smile on his face.
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st4rrmii · 4 months ago
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Since we're on the topic of Yasammy, do you guys every think about the CIRCUMSTANCES of Yasammy? Cause I do.
Yaz, a closed off girl who spends her time running and drawing, goes to an island that- lets be real, she hardly wants to be on- because of her sponsors, next thing she knows this bubbly girl who is the COMPLETE opposite of her basically forces her to accept her as a friend, helps push her out of her bubble, despite being alone on a dino infested island, and then suddenly she has a crush???
Like guys, Yaz probably didn't realize she liked girls until Sammy, she made that clear with her talk with Ben. She didn't realize through a show, or movie, or a random celebrity, she realized through Sammy. Sammy really is just THAT girl.
With everything that happened on the island, Yaz could've EASILY gone back into her shell and convinced herself she hated Sammy, that she was just a reminder of her trauma and a temporary friend so she wouldn't feel lonely on an island out to get her, yet she didn't. Yaz fell in love with Sammy, the girl who she thought would be a one week nuisance, and she would never think of again after that week at summer camp. Yaz risked her life to save Sammy's, despite having a poorly healed ankle and PTSD, she, AT 15 YEARS OLD, went up against a MANMADE HYBRID DINOSAUR to save the girl that she didn't even realize she loved yet.
Idk I just think about that a lot.
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by-ilmater · 7 months ago
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caught the fuckin plague cuz my coworkers kept coming in sick 😩 also sam is here
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kingdicemrwheezyflowertor · 2 years ago
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Oh are Stanley/Kyle a thing here? If not, I’m sorry, I just love them.
To answer the Stanley x Kyle question; Yes. They are a couple in my world.
As for the Emoji’s:
💞-Who's your comfort character?
Um… Yes actually. I have many comfort Characters; My list will continue to grow regardless of what fandom I’m in.
Just to give you a Couple of the Comfort Characters: LineBeck; Gonzo; Alfonzo; Usopp; Jinbei; Fukaboshi; Hachi.
💖-What made you start writing?
It was when I wanted to work more on my whole Gordon and Lil Sammy story. I needed to have a way to keep up with my stuff on the story so I figured “Why not make it as a Story/Fanfic”.
It also led to me to make more story/fanfics.
🎶-Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?
I do actually. I also listen to YouTube videos to get my creativity flowing.
As for the song that has been playing on loop when I write; It’s been several songs. Here’s a small list down below of some songs I listen to.
The Sound of Silence by Disturbed
Wondering from High school the musical series
All eyes on Me and Goodbye by Bo burnham
Fnf Pippy Corruption- A Family Guy corruption
Fnf pippy corruption- Affected Brian
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mister-sandwich · 22 days ago
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real photo of me meeting schlatt /j:
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thefirstradiant · 3 months ago
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SAM WINCHESTER IN A SKIRT SEND TWEET
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by-ilmater · 8 months ago
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sammy is judging that last post you reblogged
anyway. everybody let my cat sniff your dash
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@ratwalks png'd her
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anthemofgvf · 1 year ago
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SHUT THE FUCK UP
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