has anyone on this website heard "balkan bass" by sam and the womp feat. mista trick bc there are 3 posts total and only one has audio and it's a soundcloud link with 0 notes. where is the love for 2018 instant classic "balkan bass" by sam and the womp featuring mista trick. where is your feminism.
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Help I'm being sacrificed by @chaotic-bloodmoon to @bloodmoon-da-idiot 😭 -Lunar
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Redacted headcanons cuz doing homework is for the weak 💪
Guy had a phase during his highschool days where he was REALLY into psychology and considered getting a degree on it when he goes to college.
Asher called David a sigma once during a pack meeting. It was met with silence and a smack on the back of his head (you decide who did the smacking.)
Vincent teases Sam about doing stereotypical cowboy shit like riding a horse and panning for gold, and Sam just grumbles back as a response because he actually has done those things and can't talk back.
Cam really likes the smell of lavender. He has a small lavender-scented felt ball that he brings everywhere in his pocket and sniffs it to calm his nerves.
Sunshine bites their nails when they're anxious or stressed, and when they were locked in the basement of CloseKnit they almost bite their nails till they bled.
Blue eyes intrigue Caelum. Whenever there's someone with blue eyes is in his general vicinity he stares right at them very intensely.
Damien has some grey hairs because of stress and genetics and the damn crew tease him about it. He also has the grampa shoes.
Honey randomly remembers dumb shit Guys says when they're at work and quietly giggles to themselves because Guy is just a dumb little shit that they love.
Giraffes confuse the hell out of Gavin. He refuses to believe that these long-necked, stubby-horned, cheetah horse donkey creature are just walking around somewhere on this planet.
When he was young, Lasko had bumps on his arms and used to pick on them when he was bored, leaving behind small wounds that would later become small scars.
Milo can spell and also has shit handwriting. Some words he can't spell include, but aren't restricted to: College, giraffe, traffic, cigarette, silhouette, television, suspicious, etc, etc. (He spells etc as ect.)
Thank you for coming to my TedTalk
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chapter 1 word count: 4.9k
main themes: iceman angst, eventual icemav, major platonic slice, hurt/comfort, big fluff, flyboys being flyboys, military-accurate (hopefully), aircraft carrier, everyone needs a hug, takes place a couple months after top gun
pain: yes
summary:
“What changed?” Maverick threw up his arms in disbelief. “After I left something changed. Tell me, what did I do?”
Iceman turned around so that they were face to face, mere inches apart. “You left.”
One look at his face set Maverick on edge, the snarky jab he had carefully prepared immediately lost. His skin was too pale, littered with the purples and blues that matched his own from those short few months ago. His eyes, though sunken, were just as blue as the kind of skies pilots dreamed of, stretching endlessly in every direction without a cloud to be seen. But there was something heavy being carried in his eyes. It was unnerving. Something had happened while he was gone.
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Unofficial LOFTMAS with @maurice-memes !
They requested Bill so I pulled a ghost hunting twist on it, it’s really silly!
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I hate to confess this, but sometimes, when I am reading books of some kind, I'll get this very happy feeling of 'Oh! I could do that!'
Sometimes, it's a very literal 'I could do that', as in, I fully believe I could do that today. I say this while loving Frankenstein, but when I read that book at age 18 there was a very visceral sensation that a fellow 18 year old wrote it. Other times, it's this feeling of 'Eh, it's not my style, but I could probably imitate. Better than ChatGPT at least.'
And I like that, because it makes me feel like this writing this is, while not easy, something that I am doing quite well in.
But other times, I will read something and I will feel painfully jealous because I will admit that I have absolutely no fucking idea how they did that, and it was beautiful and stunning and I want it but I can't even imagine a world where I could do it.
And to name names, the first writer I know that does this basically every time is Sam Kriss. Everything that Sam Kriss writes makes me want to join a cult. I wonder how my idiot ancestors were duped into following a 14 year old farmboy to Utah just to survive malaria 5 times in 5 years by the Great Salt Lake, and then I read Sam Kriss and go oh, that's why. This is a compulsion that I always had, that was always in me, and I didn't know until I ran into his work. Like I inherited shrapnel from my father and had no idea until I stepped into an MRI machine and gave birth to this bloody chunk of rusted steel and all I could do was look at it and go "Ah, right, guess I did inherit that. Lovely."
The second is Terry Pratchett, who is not just funny, which is easy, but is relentlessly funny. Always funny. It never stops. He is a marathon of comedy, and the insane part of it to me is not that I couldn't write a single sentence as funny as him, it's that I could not possibly write three to five hundred consecutive pages of it.
Anyway: To the fellow hobbyists out there, who does this for you? Or are you wise enough to never look at some popular work and think "Eh, you know, I could do this?"
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My take on Dr. Bright
Excuse me but why are we not loving Joan? Why does everyone want to fight her? She's arguably the most kindest character, geres a list:
• She left an organization that was like family to her because she didn't support the abuse they did.
• After leaving, she did everything she could to save her brother and to stop the AM.
• She forced herself to work with the people she hated the most for her patients safety, NO ONE can cry about "oh Joan you sent a 10 minute recording of me crying to AM to protect my life? So mean I hate you" womp womp. (Ily Sam but wth)
• She even protected the most annoying, toxic, manipulative god damn man in the universe from the AM because she knew that her feelings were inferior to human rights.
• She's an LGBTQ ally and was the reason to Caleb dating Adam.
• No matter how much Sam and Chloe choose to villanize her, SHE saved Chloe from thinking she's crazy, SHE teached Chloe how to control her ability, SHE teached Sam how to control her trips, SHE made it possible for Sam to have a loving partner.
• The only times she used her patients for their powers were when they CONSENTED TO, AFTER SHE EXPLAINED THE SITUATION AND MADE SURE THEY WERE OKAY WITH IT. Egoistic? OH YEA BECAUSE ASKING FOR HELP TO SAVE A PERSON'S LIFE IS SO EGOISTIC.
And yall are out here crying because WOW, NOT EVERYTHING CAN GO YOUR WAY WITHOUT SACRIFICES
Joan has to deal with like 20 peoples trauma + her own anxiety + her brother being a lab rat so WOMP WOMP
@thelaurenshippen
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had a GVF dream last night and naturally in my dream I had to log onto tumblr and tell everyone about my experience
so here I am fulfilling the prophecy
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since i have no doubt people are gonna be annoying about this i want to make it known:
i still like alexis
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she's smiling because of me, btw. i just cut myself out of the picture.
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i'm like if a small prey animal was a nun was a faggot was a girl
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what about sam with girly gf! reader
i feel like he would be so soft and only nice to her omg
i’m going through Sam and Scott brain rot it’s so bad
-🫶
Babydoll
Sam Monroe x GirlyGirl!Reader
sam cuddled you tightly playing a soft kiss on your delicate head, he wouldn’t want to break you!
“sammy!” you whined as he grabbed your chest softly.
“what’s wrong babydoll?” he spoke against your ear, earning a small smile from you, forgetting for a moment where his hands were.
“your hands.” sam groaned as he released your breasts from his grasp, backing away from you. bumping into your stuffed animals.
“you’re lucky i’m nice too you.” sam murmured, running his hands through his dyed hair.
“& if you weren’t?” you asked curiously, adjusting to the weight shift on your pink bed.
“well i guess you’ll never know.” sam teased, booping your nose; blush spreading quickly across your face.
“you’re so easy to tease babydoll.”
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imagine best friend sam monroe being jealous when you get a date but he always plays the tough guy so can’t admit but the moment he sees you all dressed up in that cute sundress, he is ready to throw logic out and just jump on you
rude boy
pairing: bsf!sam monroe x fem!reader
warnings: SMUT (DNI IF YOURE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!sam, sub!reader, jealous sam, possessiveness, implied sex, pet names, profanity, etc.
a/n: i hate the ending but womp womp!
You were supposed to be out on a date at this moment. Key words being supposed to. However the night had taken an unexpected turn of events when your best friend Sam showed up to your door, which was a complete shock to you. You had told him prior that you wouldn’t be available to hang out with him because of this date. When he had read your text, he felt many emotions. Hurt, anger, jealousy.
He had a thing for you ever since he laid eyes on you, not that you knew. You guys had met the summer of your guys freshman year of high school. You were new to the neighborhood and knew nobody. That was until Sam strolled up to you and introduced himself to you. Right away, you guys had this connection. As more time passed by, you realized you liked him more than a friend should and he felt the same. Of course, neither of you would admit it because you guys were afraid that it would ruin things. The fact that you looked so damn hot didn’t help things. For christs sake, you picked out a sundress that was practically taunting him.
Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts and sends him back to the present moment. “What are you doing here Sam? I told you I had a date!” you exclaim to the dark haired boy.
“I don’t care. You’re supposed to be mine and I won’t settle,” he confesses as he grits his teeth.
“I don’t have time for this! He’ll be here soon and I don’t need you here screwing it up!” you yell at him.
You didn’t realize what you said until after the words escaped your lips. In that moment, you saw Sam’s jaw clench more than it had ever been before. Without warning, he pounces himself onto you and attacks your lips with his soft ones.
The kiss is almost carnal-like, fueled by years of sexual tension and desire. His tongue finds its way into your mouth, exploring every crevice possible. You can’t help but moan into the kiss, which only makes it more fiery. Before you know it, Sam hoists you up so that your legs are now wrapped around his waist. He moves his hands to the curve of your ass before gripping it like a vice, making you wince in pleasure.
“Sam…” you say raggedly while breathing him in at the same time. It was intoxicating.
“Tell me you’re mine and only mine…” he demands.
“I’m yours! Just please don’t stop,” you beg of him.
“That’s what I like to hear, but I hate seeing you get all dolled up for a guy that isn’t me, especially in that dress of yours,” Sam says, breaking the kiss and instead moving his lips to your neck.
“I didn’t buy it for him…bought it for you,” you confess.
“Yeah?” he asks, sounding intrigued.
“Mhm…” you trail off as his lips suck at the tender skin of your collarbone.
“Then I think I should be the one to ruin it, don’t you think, baby?” he chuckles.
“Yes please…” you beg of your best friend.
“Then don’t be surprised when I say that dress isn’t the only thing getting ruined tonight, pretty girl.”
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