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pidgydraws · 7 years ago

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back from hiatus! and yet...

HELLO FANDOM FAMILY! I MISSED YOU!! (-^ O ^-)

i hope everyone is well! i hope your fandoms were good to you, you got new content for your OTP, and you were bursting with new ideas all week! HAHAHA!!! if not~ well... (O w O) that’s why we’re here! to make more stuff!!! LOL! XD at least~ that’s why i’m here! MAKE ALL THE THING!!!

well... i would be... (= 3 =) in fact... i wanted to come back today with my Ko-Fi reward post... here’s a little sneak-peek... but if you couldn’t tell from the incredibly messed up way my writing is across that...

my tablet just bit the biscuit.... (oT v To) or more specifically... my tablet pen did. which... really... isn’t much of a surprise...

look at this poor bastard! (oO A Oo) my tablet is over fifteen years old!!! the grip on my pen decayed off years ago, and i had to start holding the buttons in with tape a few years ago too! HOW HAVE I BEEN WORKING LIKE THIS?!?!? AGGGG~!!! (o= 3 =o)

so... i’m back... i’ll be answering messages and chats and reblogging stuff... but... (O ~~~~~ O) until i get a new tablet i can’t work. i had already started saving money for a new tablet, but i don’t have nearly enough yet. i’m think i’m going to set up to take some traditional commissions coming up soon??? i mean... i can’t just STOP drawing! i’d probably die!!! it’s like... the only thing that charges my batteries fully! LOL! LOL! LOL! (-^ O ^-)

so (O 3 <) i’m kind of in a pickle... i’ve never gone without a tablet in like... over twenty years! sometimes i feel like i don’t even know how to use a mouse! LOL! LOL! LOL! so... (O A O);;; i’ll try to keep some art coming with hand-drawn work even though i know it’s not the same... but it means i can’t keep working on SSM or finish any of my work in progress. .... .......... myerrrr.... (oO ~ Oo) it’s a little upsetting really... me??? i can’t draw???? i get up every single day and i draw... (T ^ T) what a world... my hiatus felt so good~ just... relaxing... doodling a bit here and there... but now i can’t do it at all!??! (7oO A Oo)7 that is NOT what i wanted!!!!!

... (oT 3 To) well... i’m going to go drown my sorrows in FFXV updates... go drive around in my dorky monster truck and chase down some cactuar... they’re always showing up in my photos but i never see them!? sneaky little devils!!!

oh! (O v O) and i wanted to draw something new for Canada Day~ but that’s out now! so... you get my old Canada Day post again (-^ W ^-) a special shout out to all of my fellow Canadians today!!! i hope the weather where you are is perfect for fireworks and you have great big BBQs and tons of fun! all my love to everybody!!! *HUGS*

#pidgy talk #about the pidge #it's like a friend has died #oh tablet pen...#you were so good to me for so long #(oT v To)#i'm going to bury it...#it deserves it...#</3

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bellabooks · 7 years ago

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“Pretty Little Liars” recap S7 Ep18: Chose or lose

Previously on Pretty Little Liars, Aria had the most glorious fever dream involving Mona singing and dancing as a prison guard, and it was so good that it almost made me forget about Mona and Emily pretending to be a couple. Making out with Emily Fields is the cure for morning sickness Alison is back in town and cuddling on the couch with Emily, who tells her she’s pretty and instigates some morning sex. They kiss and stumble into the bedroom, but OF COURSE they are twat-blocked by that damn board game, which is taking up space in the bed. Is that thing a drone? How does it keep moving so fast? Suddenly, the police bust in with a search warrant and start packing up evidence, including their phones. This is a coordinated effort across Rosewood, as the rest of the Liars are forced to turn over their phones and belongings to the cops. Aria manages to shred the last page of her file literally as the police walk in. The Liars wind up at the police station, where they’re met with Detective Tanner. Hi Tanner! Welcome back to Rosewood. Tanner quickly explains that Marco has recused himself from the case, what with sexing up Spencer and all. Wow, doesn’t he know that Rosewood has an open door policy on cops hooking up with suspects? It must be in the handbook. Tanner is smug as all hell and ready to lock up the Liars, which is pretty bold considering she knows their backstory and rescued them from the dollhouse. “Rescued” is a strong word, she merely let Caleb use police software and complained the entire time. She assures the Liars that she’s going to nail them on something, because the second rule of Rosewood Policing (after sleep with your suspects) is to always blame the victims. I’m here to chew bubble gum and make accusations, and I’m all out of bubble gum. Back at the Brew, Aria finds a hidden cell phone in the wall…a gift from A.D. Aria demands to meet them, and A.D. agrees to meet that night, telling Aria to wear the uniform. We then cut to Mona’s apartment, where she has been listening in on the call this entire time. Hanna shows up at Radley, where Ashley is waiting for her with a suite for the Liars. She demands that Hanna tell her the truth so she can Mama Bear the situation, but Hanna refuses to involve her because she loves her too much to make her an accomplice. Ashley Marin is the best mom in Rosewood, which is a low bar, but a bar nonetheless. One day I’ll own my own vineyard and be free of this nonsense The Liars and Caleb are holed up in the suite, trying to plan their next move. Spencer gives everyone a burner phone, because she is never not prepared. I would not be surprised if Spencer just has a stash of like, 20 burners on hand at all times. Emily tells the gang that A.D. was watching her and Ali sleep last night, and Hanna is the only one who is like, “y’all sleeping together? Nice!”. All we need is Sparia to come to their senses, then we’ll all be #queerendgame Caleb tries to track the missing board game on his laptop, when Hanna finds the board game phone on the room service cart. The phone tells them that they have 36 hours to decide: either one of them turns themselves in, or they all go down. Just then, Mona walks in and tells them that she thinks Aria has switched teams. At first the Liars refuse to believe her, but Mona came with proof. I magically manifest whenever someone says #queerendgame Spencer runs into Toby in the Radley lobby, who has been brought into town for questioning. He’s been living in a cabin in the woods, with a mountain man beard to prove it. He invites her to visit him, and asks what is going on, but Spencer assures him that it’s better if he doesn’t know. Ah, just like old times. Aria sneaks out of the house and goes to meet A.D. in the woods, where she is of course busted by all the Liars. She tries to explain herself, but everyone is furious, especially poor sweet Emily. Aria asks them if they remember when Ezra spied on them and exploited them for a book, as if that’s something anyone would forget. She tells the Liars that she was so mad she wrote a police report against Ezra for being a pedophile, but never filed it. She claims that she had no choice, but everyone rightly calls her out for putting Ezra’s needs above the group. But…but…but…my boyfriend tho Aria reminds them that they’ve all done terrible things for A, like that time Spencer kidnapped a kid (which I totally forgot about) but Spencer fires back that her parents are getting a divorce because of Aria’s actions. I mean…let’s be real: this divorce is a solid move. I think it has less to do with Aria than it does with Peter screwing every mom in Rosewood. But I digress. The Liars storm off, leaving a devastated Aria alone in the woods. The Liars are summoned to the police station, where they ice out Aria. Tanner sits them all down and lays out the evidence she’s gathered: bloody windshield glass in the shower drain, plus windshield fragments under Archer’s finger, plus video footage. It doesn’t look good. Tanner says she wants to give them a chance to tell their story, and claims that, had they been honest from the beginning, they never would have been kidnapped. God I wish I had cheese fries right now The Liars stonewall Tanner, who reluctantly lets them go. In the car, Aria calls A.D. and yells at them for ruining her life. She’s about to throw her phone out the window when A.D. tells her to wait. Okay, aside from bloody glass, video footage, and fingerprints galore, what evidence do you have? The rest of the Liars convene at the hotel and watch as the phone counts down. Hanna offers to confess, since she was the one driving. Spencer then offers, since it was her credit card mistake that nailed them. Ali expresses guilt that she married him in the first place. Emily tells the Liars that this is A.D.’s plan, for them to bicker and fight and fall apart. They already succeeded with Aria. Spencer blames Aria for her part in it, but Emily reminds her that she also played for the A team, and that they’ve all been forced to do terrible things. Meanwhile, Ashley confronts Caleb and demands the truth…and he tells her what happened. I mean, at this point, why not? Spencer goes to Aria’s place, and Aria begs for her forgiveness. They seem to be mending their friendship, when the cops arrive to return Aria’s belongings. Apparently, there is (doctored) camera footage of Aria in New Hampshire that exonerates her, a parting gift from A.D. Spencer is furious and storms out. New plan- I got us all tickets for the next Olivia cruise leaving the country, let’s go! Aria realizes that she has to tell Ezra the truth, but he already read the file before she shredded it. She tries to apologize (FOR WHAT THO) and Ezra tells her that he doesn’t blame her, and that he probs deserves to go to jail. This is the only smart and self aware thing Ezra has ever said. Aria is ready to tell him the whole damn truth, but first she wants to have a goodbye kiss/bang. Caleb brings Hanna to the courthouse, where her mom is waiting with a justice of the peace. They decide to get married because they’re running out of time, plus they won’t be forced to testify against each other. It’s a win-win! I also built a tree house with solar panels and wireless internet so we literally never have to leave the woods. Alison brings Emily into the woods, where she’s set up a beautiful romantic picnic at the kissing rock. It’s very sweet, even though none of these ladies should ever be alone in the woods. They start making out and we get a sex montage of all the Liars: Caleb and Hanna get married, Ezria has sex, Spencer goes to Toby’s cabin and seduces him, and Emily and Ali roll around together in their sex picnic. Is it sweet? Yes. Do the lesbians get a tamer scene than everyone else? Obviously. But nonetheless, it’s still a love scene, and for now we get to see Ali and Emily in love under the stars. Also, having a sex picnic in the woods is an all-star gay move. We get it Ali, you’re a top The next morning, the Liars (sans Aria) gather around the phone to watch it count down. When the clock runs out, Spencer smashes the phone with a giant rock…I mean…maybe she could have done that before the clock ran out? I don’t know, guys. They all swear to each other that no matter what happens, they will understand and forgive themselves. Meanwhile, Aria calls A.D. and tells them that she’s turning herself in…but the clock is already up. Aria has won unlimited freedom, and her friends are going down. Aria’s phone bursts into flames and she drops it on the ground. It’s a FIRE…sale Caleb and Ezra get a ping on the game, and track it to Mona’s house. They use a heat vision iPad (wait what) and see Mona cuddling up to the board game, as a jail cell rises onto the board. She’s wearing her nerdy Mona glasses and looks strung out…has the game activated her adrenalized hyperreality? Mona + glasses is my new OTP Aria is driving to the police station when she feels something rolling around in her trunk. She pops it open, and there’s Archer’s decaying body. Suddenly, a police car sirens and pulls over. Close that trunk, girl! Next week we find out who killed Charlotte. Only two episodes left! Tweet me your feels and A.D. conspiracy theories at @ChelseaProcrast http://dlvr.it/PMVlMk

#Television #PLL #Pretty Little Liars

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strcwberryfields · 3 years ago

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Sam/Isla - 🌀

🌀 for my muse’s reaction to getting stuck in a storm with yours

“Jesus, fuck where did that come from!” Sam shouted as he and Isla struggled to get ashore as a huge storm rolled in and they struggled to get out of the water before the rain began. Thankfully they splashed out of the water with their boards in hand, panting and out of breath while they trotted through the sand to get to Sam’s back porch. They through their boards in the sand and collapsed onto the porch so they were just out of the rainfall.

“My legs are jell-o,” Isla whined, flopping her arms and legs on the deck.

“Aye,” Sam agreed, catching his breath. “Hawaiian weather is fuckin’ mental,” he said, turning his head to her. “I don’t think you should go to that cake tasting with your clients tonight,” he said with a smirk.

“I really shouldn’t cancel…” Isla muttered.

Sam finally recovered enough to pull himself up from the deck, and he offered his arms out to Isla to help her up too. “But you want to,” he said, pulling Isla into him by her waist. “This storm doesn’t look like it’s going to let up, and surely you can pull some strings in the kitchen to reschedule the tasting for tomorrow,” Sam suggested, then leaned forward and pressed a light kiss against the side of her neck. “I wouldn’t want you to be drivin’ in weather like this anyway.”

“Are you worried about me?” Isla giggled, bringing her hands to hold Sam’s face so she could look at him. He raised his eyebrows and licked his lips while he grinned.

“I am,” he answered, then scooped her up into his arms and grabbed her butt. “Best you just stay with me, hmm?”

Isla rolled her eyes but kissed him, pulling away with a smile. “Let me call the couple first before I get too preoccupied, okay?”

“Knew you couldn’t possibly say no to me, girl,” Sam chuckled, smirking as he carried Isla inside his house.

#otp: i used to burst and decay #★ ask memes ★

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thanxbastards · 3 years ago

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Sam x Isla: 😔 | 🥴 | 😍| [text] You walked in wearing nothing but a beekeeper mask | [text] I accidentally sexted your mum, I’m sorry xox

😔 | a sad text

[isla]: i know we haven’t really talked in a while  [isla]: but i just wanted to say hi and that i hope you’re doing okay [isla, unsent]: i really fucking miss you, and it sucks

🥴 | a drunk text

[isla]: LOVERBOOOOYYYYYYY

[isla]: girls nihgt is a spuccess

[isla]: rea you coming withh qscott to get us?

[isla]: npeed kebab and you :)

😍 | a loving text

[isla]: i know a lot of people say it about their partners and it’s kind of a cliche at this point, but you really are my best friend. i don't think i've laughed so much in my life as i have since i've known you  [isla]:  you and the sun, just making every day better [isla]: i love you so very much

[text] You walked in wearing nothing but a beekeeper mask

[isla]: what a weird dream  [isla]: i feel like i wanna be flattered but you COVERED MY FACE [isla]: or maybe you're just discovering that you have a mask kink? inch resting

[text] I accidentally sexted your mum, I’m sorry xox

[isla]: ah yes…. “accidentally”  [isla]: if you’re making a move on my mum just say that AFHAUWEHF  [isla]: but honestly don’t sweat it at the very least she’ll get a good laugh out of it

#otp: i used to burst and decay #ask meme

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strcwberryfields · 4 years ago

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SAM/ISLA - 🤪 | 🥴 | 😃

🤪 : a goofy voicemail

“Hey! Actually it’s probably good this went to voicemail so we have it on record ‘cause Floyd and I have just learned a new trick. Ready buddy? Okay...♫ A-woooooooo! Werewolves of London, Awooooooo! ♫ Pretty fuckin’ fantastic, aye? He’s such a good pup. I knew he’d take after his ol’ pa and learn to sing. It took a few tries but once I started howlin’ he followed in suit. So smart. Even if he is a lazy meatball. Anyways. See ya when you come over later for supper and we’ll try to learn somethin’ new by then.”

🥴 : a drunk voicemail

“I-[hiccups]-Isla. Hello bug. Want to hear something? ‘M thinking of you. Sorry it’s so late. Anyway...here...♫♫♫...D’you ever listen to classical music, dove? I learned all that classical bullshit when I was a boy...Tom taught me, he was a good teacher. That one is was Debussy...a prelude. Can’t remember which one. It makes me think of you...me fingers remember stuff my brain can’t. I know I can’t shut me gob right now, but I just wanted to talk to you...I’ve never heard a voice sound so good on an answering message, even if you were just telling me to give me name and number. I’m sure ya’re sleeping. That’s good, I hope you’re having good dreams uh...I’ll probably sleep soon too. I’ve been having trouble sleeping. Obviously. Or I wouldn’t be ringing you at this hour...I’ll play for you until the machine times out, okay? I...yeah... ♫♫♫”

😃 : a happy voicemail

“I have grand fucking news for ya and I’m desperate to spoil the surprise in a voicemail but fuck it. I got a call from that agent, the one I met in Honolulu with the lads when we visited a few weeks ago. They want to bring us out to LA to play for a couple of suits. I feel like I’m dreaming. I don’t think I could’ve done it without you. So uh, well when you get this ring me back. We’ve got plane tickets to book. I love you, bug.”

#otp: i used to burst and decay #★ ask memes ★#waves1x1

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thanxbastards · 4 years ago

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sam x isla: 😳| 🥱| 😃

😳 | an embarrassing voicemail

[isla]: hey handsome, so i’m having a little bit of a crisis and i think eleanor’s working, so i need your help. i need you to either come to my office and get my key from me and then go to my place, or just throw me a bone and bring me one of your button downs and i’ll make it work. long story short, my shirt got torn and i’m not wearing a bra—i know you’re laughing right now and just know that i hate you—i tried pinning it but that’s just making it rip more. uh, i’m, like, minutes away from flashing whoever comes in my office next. so bring me a shirt for a peep show and an IOU? i’m starting to get desperate. thank you!

🥱 | a sleepy voicemail

[isla]: hi sammy, i just saw you called me. sorry i couldn’t pick up earlier, i was running ragged at work. since i caught your voicemail, i hope that means that you’re sleeping because it’s really fucking late. like, i debated just sleeping on the couch in my office late. i would’ve waited to call, but i know sometimes you’re up at this hour and i kinda just wanted to hear your sleepy voice. oh! i’m still going to go surfing in the morning if you still want to go. since we’re getting a storm, the waves are gonna be really good. i’ll text you before i leave in the morning. sweet dreams, and i’ll probably see you in a couple hours.

😃 | a happy voicemail

[isla]: loverboy, how are you going to send me a song that pretty and then not pick up the phone to hear all the great things i have to say about it? though that’s probably for the best, because really i’d rather tell you what i think face-to-face. anyway, give me a ring when you get this! or better yet, just come round to mine. i’ll see you soon, love. bye!

#otp: i used to burst and decay #teafor1x1 #answered #ask meme

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strcwberryfields · 4 years ago

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❤ - sam and isla

once again i have popped off

1. Swirling clouds of smoke twisted around their heads as they shared a joint on the beach, the water touching their toes as it lapped onto the shore where they sat. Sam wanted to lie down and close his eyes, maybe fall asleep, maybe just rest. Either way, he wanted to do it wrapped up in Isla. With the joint hanging from his lips he reached for her arm and tugged her closer, and she giggled, following him in suit to lie down in the sand with her head on his chest. Once they were lying, Sam took another long hit before putting the joint in front of Isla's lips for her to take it. He closed his eyes, and thought he might really fall asleep when—

"Hey!" he yelped, laughing as he felt Isla's fingers tickling his sides. "What d'you think you're doing?" he said as he swiftly moved so he was on top of her, pinning her hands lightly against the sand. "I was totally havin' a moment there," Sam chuckled, a smirk coming to his face.

"When I see the opportunity for a sneak attack, I take it," she teased, and Sam reveled in the way she looked at him.

"Pain in my ass, you are," Sam tutted, taking the joint and relighting it. Inhaling the smoke he leaned down to her face, bringing one of his hands to part her lips with his thumb to blow the smoke into her mouth.

"Oh please, you love me," she countered. And instead of answering he kissed her, and wondered why he ever wanted to sleep in the first place.

—

2. "Dunno why she's putting on a whole get up for little old me," Sam chuckled, sipping a tea at Eleanor and Isla's kitchen table.

"You're going out to dinner, she wants to look nice!" Eleanor defended, then turned around from the stove with a smirk. "You're looking pretty sharp yourself."

"Don't I always?"

"God you've got the fattest head in the world," she snorted, turning back to what she was cooking and Sam laughed quietly. "You two have any other romantic plans for the evening after dinner?" she asked, and Sam wanted to laugh again over the fact that Eleanor didn't turn around to face him.

"Aye, so romantic, I was plannin' on proposing after we eat," Sam replied, rolling his eyes. Between her and Scott the teasing seemed endless despite his and Isla's insistence that they weren't anything more than friends. Sam spent a lot of time these days reminding himself of that, too. Not that he'd ever say as much out loud.

"All I'm saying is I don't know how many more dates you two can go on before—“

"Eleanor please stop harassing Sam!" Isla called from her bedroom, rushing out into the kitchen. Sam's breath caught in his throat and he nearly choked on his tea over how stunning she looked. "Five more minutes, I promise. I'm sorry, this bride I'm working with has been a little nightmarish and--oh, I'll tell you all about her at dinner," she rushed, scurrying back into her room.

"For the record, I will never stop harassing Sam," Eleanor called back with a chuckle as Isla disappeared again. She turned to Sam and noticed his expression, and she tried to bite back the smug grin on her face that Sam clocked immediately. "She looks fantastic doesn't she?" Eleanor muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Aye, she always does," Sam said with a laugh that he hoped came across more relaxed than he felt.

"You're so in love with her," Eleanor said casually, studying his face for a moment before turning back around again to the stove to giggle.

"What time is me brother supposed to come around again?" Sam chuckled, though his heart rate quickened and he wanted to throw up over the thought of being discovered.

—

3. Why did I ever stop drinking? Sam thought to himself as he and Isla clumsily entered his house. She hung off of his shoulder, drunken and needy, her hands wandering over his body—one she knew well by now. He smacked his hand around the wall to find light switch, though the feeling of Isla's lips on his neck was distracting, and he could hardly see straight anyway. He pulled her to the best of his abilities over to the couch and they flopped over the back of it and onto the cushions where he slid over her, his hands pushing her dress lazily up her torso. Sam's head spun with its usual tornado of thoughts, now clouded in an old and familiar way. Euphoria and despair played their ever-present game of tug of war as Isla kissed him. Only it was easier to ignore when whiskey replaced the blood in his veins. It always made everything easier, he decided. A decision he usually made after he was halfway to the bottom of a bottle. He never meant for her to see him like this. He’d been trying to stay away from her until he sorted himself out. But he couldn’t stay away, he was selfish and the only time he felt half okay was when he was with her. Sam never meant for any of this to happen with her. Blaring like a siren in his mind above the guilt and the sadness, and the pain there was always herherher.

Once they finished Sam all but crawled to his room to take another swig from the bottle of whiskey he'd bought that morning, and came back out in his drunken stupor to scoop Isla up into his arms and bring her to his bed. If he weren't so careful about the way he drank, he would've said something he shouldn't after hearing the beautiful sound of her laugh when he picked her up. "God I'm so fucking drunk," she giggled, settling into his bed and reaching out for him. "Why're you looking at me like that, loverboy?"

"Like what?" Sam slurred, his head lolling to look at the ceiling instead.

"Like you're totally in love with me," she mumbled, still giggling and turning her face into his chest.

"Very funny, bug," he replied quietly, and at once felt like he'd sobered up.

—

4. Surely the only way to rid himself of whatever was going on with his feelings towards Isla was to bring someone else home, right? It was only fair considering Isla was busy, doing whatever or whoever, he guessed. And he didn’t really care, because they were friends. Any motivation to ask out the new dancer who’d started at the resort a weeks ago was purely because he wanted to. She was pretty and he’d spoken with her a few times and she’d be a perfect person to lose himself with for at least a night. He didn’t think at all about the idea that he would go over to Scott’s tomorrow and talk loudly about the affair in front of Eleanor because he knew she would tell Isla about it. While he had this woman in his bed, feeling her hands all over him, he tried so hard to stop thinking. But all he could see when he closed his eyes was Isla’s face, and he wished that it was her who was beneath him instead. Sam stopped suddenly and let out a frustrated sigh.

“What’s wrong?” She asked. Sam missed when he was drunk and didn’t care about the disappointment in a woman’s voice when he inevitably let her down. “You have a girlfriend, I knew it, I’ve seen you with her before—“

“Oi! No, no. I don’t have a girlfriend, she’s not my girlfriend,” Sam rushed. He knew who she was talking about without her having to say it.

“Oh…I just thought, well I’d heard some things about you and her,” she said, and Sam visibly cringed a little. It was bad enough that he wanted to wipe away his feelings for Isla, and the thought of them being obvious even to relative strangers made him feel sick. And he wished that gossip didn’t travel like wildfire as it tended to do at work. “So you’re not together?”

“No.” Sam didn’t want to elaborate, didn’t want to talk about Isla anymore. He moved to kiss her, and after a few minutes she gently pushed him away again.

“I can tell when I’m hooking up with a guy who loves someone else,” she said, and the words felt like a buckle to his back.

—

5. “Ha! You’re jealous,” Scott said, and Sam’s gloved right hand collided with the pad Scott was wearing on his left hand.

“How does that make me jealous? I know the guy, he’s a dickhead,” Sam countered and whacked the pads in a combination.

“Been sayin’ a lot of her dates are dickheads lately.” Sam was very close to purposefully missing a pad in favor of his hand knocking the smug grin right off of his brother’s face.

“Because they are fuckin’ dickheads,” he grumbled, and Scott chuckled as Sam threw a few more frustrated punches. He felt like an idiot, and he knew Scott was right. But he couldn’t give him the satisfaction of confirming that to him. Scott had hardly given any to him when he was on the receiving end of the teasing. On top of the fact that Sam was doing his very best to get rid of any feelings of jealousy or affection or whatever it was for Isla.

“Facts are you’re in love with her laddie,” Scott teased, and Sam rolled his eyes, removed his gloves and tossed one right at his brother’s head.

“Facts are I’m gonna kick your ass laddie,” he retorted, cracking a smile as Scott dissolved into laughter.

—

+1. “—aye that sunrise is still feckin' crazy," Maeve interrupted herself, speaking through Sam's computer screen. He'd faced the webcam to position the rising sun over the ocean, since he knew how much his mother loved it. Sam let out an affectionate laugh at her outburst and waited for her to continue her thought. "I'm really losing me 'ead in me old age aren't I?"

"Ya don't look a day over twenty-nine, Ma," Sam said with a wry grin.

"Aye, shut yar gob. Anyway, when are you getting Isla on the video to meet me?"

"I've actually got a better idea," he began, "I was thinkin' we take a trip to Donegal sometime soon. I think she'd like that."

Maeve let out a small yelp in surprise and Sam heard his Aunt Colleen call what's the matter?! from another room in the house. "Sammy's going to visit soon!" she called, leaning just slightly off camera before turning her attention back to Sam. The expression on her face made him want to start crying. "You know how much I miss ya, how much everyone 'ere misses ya. And how much I'm reelin' to finally meet this girl," she said, cocking an eyebrow, and Sam ducked his head bashfully. There were plenty of things he hadn't yet disclosed to his mother for a multitude of reasons--like his relapse and the complicated details of his and Isla's relationship—but he'd mentioned Isla's name to Maeve months ago when he foolishly thought she would only ever be a good friend. And every so often during their calls Maeve would ask about her with a smug lilt to her voice that Sam recognized well. And like everyone else, she of course knew long before he did that he cared for Isla much more than he wanted to let on. Which of course, was all absurd now in the present day.

"I want you and the lot to meet her too," Sam agreed. "And in person. Not over this shitey webcam."

"You really love her, aye?" Maeve's smile was as fond as Sam had ever seen it.

"I do," he replied, laughing again at the excited smile on his mother's face.

#otp: i used to burst and decay #★ ask memes ★#waves1x1

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