#sam 💜

[lover-of-mine]

Anna! Greys mid-season finale!!! Any thoughts? 💚

SAM OMG I JUST FINISHED IT WHAT WAS THAT??? They really said you want a cliffhanger, how about 5? Is the surgery failing? Is Jo miscarrying? Lucas totally just shot himself, Owen will 100% cheat on Teddy, I'm literally just what the fuck. I haven't felt like that about greys in a while, I like it oaksaoksasaoks

Mika and Jules broke my heart for real, I knew it was doomed but I'm in pain 💔💔 after last episode and Jules talked about how she never felt that way before, ugh. The actress who plays Mika was killing it during the whole thing tho, her grief is so incredible believable, it was intense. When she snapped at Bailey my jaw was on the floor.

I like the way they are still shuffling around people so you're never trapped with the same dynamic, I liked Jo and Lucas, unexpected duo but I absolutely saw Lucas jumping for that gun and the fact that it's what happened to his grandfather on an episode Amelia mentioned him and Derek? I'm on the floor screaming in agony.

I like Amelia and Ndugu together, Amelia and the lost causes is a nice plot even if it is a repeat but I wasn't expecting it to fail right away. I did like to see her stumble a little bit, they've been using her too much as the Wise Person, seeing her stress about herself a little bit was fun, I am wondering how this will affect her especially if Lucas did get shot.

Jo and Link are killing me, I need them to just talk it out already. This was my main issue with the idea of them getting together, that they would fumble their friendship in the name of the drama, but I seriously need the show to remember they are supposed to be best friends of literal decades soon because this not understanding each other is getting old.

Clearly, we are circling back to cheating with Owen and Teddy and just like, sure, why not, their relationship is all over the place anyway.

Warren struggling to turn off the firefighter mode while trying to run trauma was fun, I wanna see how that will bleed into the next episode especially since Jo and Lucas will be one of the traumas that needs a hospital and he sent them there.

Blue and the fiance I can't remember the name of were the least impactful thing on the episode for me, it was kinda obvious that she was going to come back in some way.

I'm literally so so excited for the next episode, this is awesome, I love it for real.

[mistninja]

hiii!!! 💜 how are you doing?? you’ve probably already talked about it but i just saw it and it made me think of you, what do you think about the opla s2 casting?? i’m curious about what you think of it hehe and how do you feel about those we haven’t seen yet???

many hugs and kisses!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HI SAM!!! Its so nice to see you!! I'm doing well, this month has been a little though but things are getting better <3 how are you?

god im SO happy with the casting so far!! it makes me very optimistic that they are pulling somewhat big names to be on the show. Dastmalchian as Mr 3 is sooo perfect. the only thing that bothers me is that some of the actors seem a little too young (like smoker's) but overall they look fantastic :D I was hoping we would at least have Vivi's casting by now tbh but im really looking forward to the next batch of casting announcements, especially since the casting call for Robin said they were looking for a latina/hispanic woman. There are some rumors for Vivi and Crocodile that seem plausible, but i dont want to especulate too much

[caveundertree]

Sam Gamgee

Hero

[ashlingmizuoka]

"Tech support, this is Sam Wesson... ok, uh, did you try turning it off and then on?" ↳ Sam Winchester

Supernatural | S4 EP17 : It's A Terrible Life

[scribblychocho]

Sam & Max: Adventuring Crimefighters

[themusicsweetly]

SamCait | 2023 vs. 2014

[wannab-urs]

Oh my god this was so sweet and sad. Joel needs someone to tell him it’s okay to take the second (or like 50th) chance he’s being offered. This was such a sweet depiction of that. I want to hug him so bad AGH

the lakes

joel miller x reader

rating: M

word count: 1.9k

summary:

take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die / i don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you / those windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry / i'm setting off, but not without my muse

warnings: nudity, skinny dipping, talk about grief, death, family tension, self-doubt, self-deprecation, idk man it’s just sad

a/n: my first song for the folklore anthology!! can’t wait to share others & read all the other great works from my pals <3

The sounds of birds chirping surround you in echoes across the valley, mountainous hills convexing in front of you and dotted with evergreens. Underneath you is sun-warmed sand, interspersed with smoothed rocks from rushing water shaping them over hundreds or thousands of years. The fresh, gentle waves of the lake lick against your bare feet, knees bent up as you sit at the shore, eyes trained ahead on the glassy surface reflecting the late summer sky above. Joel is sitting next to you in the same position, his hands joined together in a circle and forearms resting on his kneecaps.

It’d been a quiet hike to the spot you discovered while on patrol. Lately, Joel has been his own worst enemy — closed off to you, stewing in his thoughts about his strained relationship with Ellie and continuing to adjust to life in Jackson, a world so slow and still that he can’t seem to find a place he fits in after moving for so long. His inertia hasn’t caught up to his lifestyle change; he is constantly picking up patrol shifts, and volunteering to oversee new construction and renovations across the town, but even through his go go go, he can’t find a place to land.

This place was the perfect spot to take him; to abate the anxious energy that vibrates throughout him every day with the halcyon elements of nature. Animals that live their lives with no concept of time, a lesson in living in the present, trees that have been around for hundreds of years, solid and strong like the man himself, and the lake. The lake that provides for everything growing around it, that reflects beauty in sunrises and sunsets, that finds itself full no matter any barriers built in its feeding river, replenished by other means from rain to groundwater.

The silence between the two of you breaks for the first time in hours.

“You know what I first thought of you when I met you?” you question him, eyes trained forward on the view. Joel offers a soft grunt in response, hinting for you to continue.

“I thought: Wow, this guy is an asshole,” he scoffs with the hint of a smirk, shaking his head while your own grin plays at your lips, “But then, I got to know you. Forced proximity really tells you a lot about a person. And I very quickly learned how much you care. This world should have jaded you, should have broken you to the bone with what you have been through, but yet, you still find means to nurture. You protect, and you provide. You love so deeply, so incredibly much. Every day I wake up next to you, I thank the lucky stars that I have Joel Miller in my corner. By my side. Watching my back.”

“I know you are feeling something, thinking about something in that head of yours all the time. And I want you to know that I love you as deeply, that I care as much for you as you do for everyone in your life. You can share with me, whatever you feel like sharing.”

Joel is quiet, squinting in the sun as he tosses a round pebble from the sand between his legs into the shallow waters. The ripple appears and dissipates before he speaks.

“That sounded like a eulogy, darlin’.”

You scoff now, that same type of soft smirk that he held minutes before pulling the corners of your mouth up.

“Is that all you took from all of what I said?”

“No, ‘course not. Just, I don’t know, felt like I was listening to what you would say about me after I’m gone.” At that you turn towards him, hand wrapping around his nearest forearm and squeezing with even, steady pressure that says ‘We are not talking about that, I can’t talk about that.’

“I do wanna share with you, I just—I don’t know how. I’ve kept all this inside, locked down in my chest. Anger, temper, violence, even, as armor to keep me alive. Don’t ever think I’ve been very nurturing since, well, since…” His throat chokes up, head drops to stare at the ground. Another squeeze to his arm, this time to say ‘It’s okay. I know. You don’t have to say if you don’t want to.’

Something that he said sticks out in your head, a means to attempt to combat his walls going up again now that they have crumbled slightly. You stand, glancing around out of habit before you pull your shirt over your head, your jeans following with your undergarments in their wake. Joel looks up, expression puzzled as he watches your naked form wade into the water. You hiss as the still-icy water engulfs you from the shoulders down, treading and turning back to your man on the shore. A gentle smile covers your face, beckoning him in with one nod of your head.

He follows suit with stripping down, clothes mixing in a pile with yours as they do on the floor of your bedroom. His own pained expression from the cold lake makes you giggle quietly, a scolding stare aimed your way. He paddles over to you smoothly, the water hitting his chest where he can continue to touch with his feet at the bottom. Your arms slither around his neck, wet fingers carding through the hair at the back of his head. The leverage against him is used to tug you closer, his large palms settling at your waist under the surface while the two of you bathe in the fresh Adam’s ale of these cliffside pools. Two pairs of eyes communicate without words, the soundtrack of the birds and rustling trees occupying the dead air until you speak again, hushed despite the fact that you are the only humans for miles.

“You can take your armor off around me.”

Joel’s eyes flutter closed, a long sigh exhaled as his hands grip your curves tighter. When his burnt chestnut and amber irises are revealed again, he speaks in the same reserved volume that you had.

“I don’t belong there. In Jackson.”

Silence gently urges him to carry on.

“What I’ve done, to strangers, to myself, to Tess, to you, to Tommy, to Ellie…I don’t deserve any chance at life. With what I have taken from others, I don’t deserve to be given anything. Kindness, respect, care, love. From anyone.”

“I’ve been selfish this whole twenty years. I almost left Tommy alone. I dragged us up north to Boston. I got Tess into smuggling. I kept Ellie at a distance for so long because I couldn’t bear to feel that kind of responsibility, that familial tie. And then I chose for her, in that hospital. I couldn’t lose another kid.”

“It—it feels like I should be over the past, over what I have done now that I have a chance at a fresh start, or as close to a fresh start as I could possibly have here in Jackson. I have a shot to build a life with you, to work for Ellie’s forgiveness, to be an uncle to Maria and Tommy’s baby. But what has been chasing me — what has been over — it feels like it’s burrowed under my skin. And all I can feel when I start to forget is these—these heartstopping waves of hurt.”

“And I don’t know how to move on. I don’t know how to forget when my body, my mind, my soul won’t let me.”

Across his cheeks, salty tears have carved rivers, the dampness still in his eyes shining in the midday sunlight. The water sounds as if it’s rushing in your ear, your pulse racing as you attempt to process his confession. His head has bowed in a prayer position, awaiting your means to reconciliation or absolution.

Hands settled on his broad shoulders, another communicative squeeze, this one to say ‘I don’t know either. But I know how to try.’

“You let your people heal you,” Joel’s eyes meet yours, drops cascading from the damp bits of hair hanging over his forehead, attention completely and utterly on you, “Time can’t fix everything. The past can hold us in its grip even with all the time in the world. But people can help you forget. They can help to lessen the pain in your body until it’s merely a pinch. Their love can pull you up when you fall. Their care can nurture your soul to grow resilient again. Their reassurance can teach your mind to hear those sordid thoughts you have but pay them no attention.”

“I want to do this for you, Joel. I want to help you. To care for you. To love you, completely. Your people want to do it for you. And if you can learn from experience, you can do it for Ellie…” Your hands move from his shoulder, skating across his glistening skin and wrapping around the sides of his neck, thumbs resting against his jaw.

“You made choices you had to. Including for Ellie. She was — she is a child. Your kid, if not by blood. She may not understand now, but I know she will find a means to forgive you, or at least understand you.”

“Maybe when she’s older, if she has a kid of her own, she’ll understand.”

Joel’s mouth quips to one side with a faint smile, tears drying on his cheeks as he thinks of the image.

“Reckon we’d be pretty fun, well, sorta grandparents.”

“I think so, too,” you speak with a grin stretched and thumbs brushing back and forth at his jaw, “I can’t wait to grow old with you. To sit on the porch and watch you still yell across the street to your brother for full conversations instead of the two getting off of your asses —”

“Watch it, darlin’,” he warns playfully.

“Hey, it’s true. I listen to it nearly every day. Now, back to what I was imagining, cowboy.”

He nods for you to continue, a full-blown smile on his face.

“We’ll have Ellie over weekly dinners, and whoever else makes up her family. You’ll play me guitar and sing whenever I ask ‘cause you love me so much. I’ll help to heal you, and we will be happy together. We will take our second chance. And you will enjoy your time with your family. And me, hopefully.”

“Definitely with you. My beautiful girl,” his own hand leaves the water, wetting your hair as he brushes it out of your face with tender eyes, “You’re like—like a red rose that’s grown out of my ice-frozen ground. I am so lucky to have you. That you chose me, and continue to choose me every damn day. My grief sometimes feels insurmountable; like I am going to be stuck here forever with no way out of that feeling. But if I get stuck here, with you in my arms and all my people around me, I’d be fine if I simply grow old and wither away back into the earth.”

“I love you, darlin’. So much it might just end in tragedy, that my heart might just explode from lookin’ at you one day. But I do love you.”

A gentle kiss is shared between the two of you, the bitter water combined with your torrid love stirring up a tornado of tingling nerves.

You pull away, only enough to get the words out that you have told him, Joel, your man, every day and will continue to tell him every day you have him, “I love you.”

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[thestarlightforge]

Who would’ve thought the end of the Michael Waldron/Sam Raimi Multiverse of Madness saga/debacle/reign of terror would be a gaggle of lesbians spending 3 years crafting THE most elaborate “go f*** yourselves 😌✨” the comic book industry has seen in Two Decades 😭

[fozzieosbourne]

POV: Your son shows you what he made for the science fair

((he dug through the garbage to make that))

((Also can we talk about his lil’ face just pullin’ a peekaboo from the side of the frame?? I was CACKLING every time he’s so proud of his time machine 😂😂😭 Dude’s just like “Mommy, look!!” 😂))

[preseriesdean]

Hex bags.      New body.           So, what, are you some kind of WITCH now?

[lover-of-mine]

Hey Anna! Any Greys thoughts this week? 💚

Hi baby!! Sorry, it took me a minute to watch last week's episode, and I just finished yesterday's. Well, I gotta say, I haven't cried this much during a greys episode in a while lol. Mika's accident along with Levy's goodbye tour, I was sobbing. It's been a while they've done a good working on one of your own episode, I like those. But overall, Sophia Bush 🫶thanks for reminding the audience that Teddy is in fact queer. I'm confused about how they are handling the jolink of it all, I think it's very realistic with Jo's depression but I am eyeing it suspiciously. I'm wondering if Amelia is now the "wise person" and she's just around to play therapist, give her a plot please 😭

All the interns losing it because Mika was nice, obsessed with Jules being all weird even with the babies when they always use the nursery as the "be happy now" space. The accidental I love you with Lucas and Simone was funny, and I didn't roll my eyes every time I saw them together, so progress. I love that Ben is back, Ben and Bailey the one couple in this show that never disappointed me. I'm getting more invested on Ndugu lately, I feel like detaching him from Maggie forced them to give him his own motivations and I like it a lot. Owen and Teddy deeply confuse me tho. They're good, then Owen overreacts and they are bad and they remember they are best friend rinse and repeat lol. But I guess that's because I don't like Owen saoskaoks

I'm enjoying the season more than I expected for real, it's been funny, dramatic, over the top with surgeries on helicopters, it's been fun. I wanna see if they'll play into Jules feeling guilty about Mika staying awake and Mika feeling guilt for driving and how that will tie to Blue, with Chloe dying and all that to finish her arc. I was scared they were gonna go full greys and kill her off, so I don't know what to expect.

[mistninja]

if you're still up for it, thoughts on the part of rote that is the most underrated to you? :]

Oh this one is really good!

So, you can basically divide rote in "fitz books" and "non fitz books" and because a lot of people only care about fitz there isnt a lot of content for the other books :( i think the Liveship Traders trilogy is criminally underrated, i honestly think its one of the best parts of the series, even better than some of the fitz books!

Liveship Traders is so good, it follows several members of a merchant family and the trouble they face due to political and economic changes in their city, and it deals a lot with gender roles because most of them are women and they are forced by circumstances to take on leading roles, and the story also deals with slavery and the cycle of abuse and it has the absolute best villain in rote. I wish more people talked about these books because i love these characters!

[gunsatthaphan]

“thank you for coming into my life and changing my world from grey to pink.”

[starheirxero]

WARNING FOR LOUDLESS !!! BUT I’M SORRY THIS IS MY ONLY TAKE AWAY FROM THE NEWEST EPISODOEHEOSBWLDNE

[Video ID: A doodle of Sun fanning himself as he says “It’s hot as hell in this fucking ass hot ass room I’m in!!” He turns his head and sees Bloodmoon with their newest design grinning at him a small distance away. He turns all the way around and with a low quality expression of shock and horror, screams “IS THAT THE GRIM REAPER?!?!?!!!?!!!!!!” as Bloodmoon laughs at him. End ID.]

[lanasgirlfr]

what a diva💅🏻🙄

[winpeg]

i feel like this about sam winchester