#sam dahl

[daisychains111]

even though I'm a very avid reader, I have the horrible habit of skimming and it came back to bite me today bc I'm rereading darkest minds and I got to the part where ruby is telling liam about her parents/Sam and am sobbing bc I had never read the part where ruby says that she was "Sam's 'Chubs' until she wasn't" and for some reason I had never realized how close they had been(even though im also pretty sure they have a cute reunion scene in ITA but i need to reread the whole book too bc its been forever and tbh i dont remember how it ends) and it just broke my heart idk...anyway don't skim your books kids

[nerds-yearbook]

In 1945 World War II had kept front line nurse Claire Randall and soldier husband Frank apart. Now that the war was concluded, the two embarked on a second honeymoon. Not only did Frank hope to reconnect with his wife, but looked to reconnect with his family’s past so chose to visit his ancestral home. Things seemed to be going well until Claire suddenly found herself hurled back to the year 1743 where she met one of Frank’s ancestors. ("Sassenach", Outlander, TV)

[tv-moments]

Breaking Bad

Season 2, “Down”

Director: John Dahl

DoP: Michael Slovis

[insidecroydon]

Before you next vote, you must read this from The New Yorker

By STEVEN DOWNES If you live in an old country, it can be easy to succumb to a narrative of decline. The state withers. The charlatans take over. You give up on progress, to some extent, and simply pray that this particular chapter of British nonsense will come to an end. It will. Rishi Sunak, the fifth, and presumably final, Conservative Prime Minister of the era, faces an election later this…

[giraffe44]

Ambush, 1950, Is Playing on TCM on December 26 (USA)

Ambush, 1950, Is Playing on TCM on December 26 (USA)

Ambush (1950) is playing on Turner Classic Movies on Monday, December 26 at 2 p.m. There are at least two versions of Ambush. The longer one contains the opening scene with an Indian attack on a wagon train and the kidnapping of a woman. It also has a fairly long scene of Robert Taylor and John Hodiak in the shower, behind a modesty wall. However, for us of the female persuasion, they both…

[abarbaricyalp]

Cap4/Thunderbolts divorce era Bucky watching Sam and Torres in fun goofy interviews (together) alone in a darkened room while "Why Don't You Love Me" by the Dahls plays (loudly) in the background

[minefield-of-a-ninja]

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[ramonaflow]

I love these polls so I wanted to do this one again but without Franklin who won last time. I also added some roles that I got in trouble for missing out last time 😅

[fictional-library-tournament]

Prelims round 2, poll 2

Propaganda:

Downing Hill Public Library, Hello from the Hallowoods by William A Wellman:

It’s the largest collection of secret and occult texts on the planet and also a school teaching those of covenant blood (aka their ancestors made a pact with Indescribable gods) to become witches. Their motivations are shady and unknown, but they seem to believe all forbidden books should be under their control and have no qualms about working with some very evil individuals to gain those books. You can check out a spell book of dark magic pretty easily but if you don’t bring it back in time, they will send a horrible raven-amalgamation called the Omen after you.

Mrs Phelps' library, Matilda by Roald Dahl:

Matilda's safe place

Bag End library, The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien:

Not the largest collection, but in possession of THE primary sources regarding the Fellowship of the Ring and the adventure to the Lonely Mountain, as well as several other historical texts and translations that may otherwise have been lost to time without the care and keeping of Bilbo, Frodo, and Sam.

The Black Archives, Doctor Who:

Contains so much alien stuff! And you have to have your memory wiped after every shift so I imagine it messes you up a bit

SCP-4001 "Alexandria Eternal", SCP Foundation

Its books contain the entire true events of all humans dead and alive, its space loops around on itself, the decoration fits the current times at all times, there are about 120 Billion books!

It's the place of all truths of this world but the lighting is shit.

[according2thelore]

happy wincest wednesday!!! i really want to pay it forward from the ask you sent me last week and ask what you (both?) think sam and dean's favorite books are! i mostly answered based on what books i had already read, so i'm really curious if in the books you've read you'd have different opinions! if not though (or in addition if you'd like!), i'd love to know what you think their favorite movies are, too :) give dean's favorite medium a moment in the spotlight, too 💖 (@incesthemes)

hi! happy wincest wednesday!

hmm--i think sam has a long, enduring, passionate love affair with the hardy boys and nancy drew books. i think he longs in some ways to be the hardy boys/nancy drew, because they get to solve mysteries and be hypercompetent while also having a secure home environment. in nancy's case, she's popular and has a boyfriend and also gets to explore thick tomes of town lore. they were so easy to find at libraries across america, and super easy to steal/shoplift because of how thin they were.

(dean also makes fun of him by calling him a hardy boy for a long time, i imagine. you also cannot tell me dean would not get an absolute fucking kick out of calling sam "nancy")

i also think that as he gets older, he gets more bitter/disillusioned about both series, but still has a secret fondness for seeing their covers in bookstores.

as he gets older (high school age), sam definitely gravitates towards more gothic, as you mentioned! i think he finds wuthering heights compelling, but can't quite put his finger on it, and never tells dean because dean would make fun of him for liking such a girly book. science fiction/horror novellas are also fun to him (frankenstein, poe, dracula, jekyll, the murders in rue morgue).

we know dean is a closet intellectual at his own choice, so i imagine he steals/lifts books from libraries/stores, and keeps them in the bottom of his duffle. i think a lot of this happens after sam leaves for college and dean suddenly has 80 hours of free time a week now that he's not huffing sam's boxers and staring at him lovingly in the rearview mirror.

in terms of books that they had to read (and inevitably read/reread over and over again as they move to schools that haven't read them yet):

sam likes: tale of two cities by dickens, telltale heart by poe, in cold blood by capote, inferno by dante, to kill a mockingbird by lee, yellow wallpaper by gilman, matilda by dahl sam HATES: romeo and juliet by shakespeare, heart of darkness by conrad, a separate peace by knowles (he hates that he finds himself in gene), tess of the d'urbervilles (bc he also hates he strangely relates to it)

dean likes: in cold blood by capote, hamlet by shakespeare, 1984 by orwell, lord of the flies by golding, and then there were none by christie, count of monte christo by dumas, any western he can get his hands on dean HATES: frankenstein by shelley, a good man by o'conner (HATES IT), catcher in the rye by salinger (it makes him angry that he gets called out), lolita by nabokov (it makes him a little nauseous how much he likes it, he agrees that humbert is a pedophile, but the depth of the "devotion" there makes him ill), dense histories like war and peace/tale of two cities/les miserables, etc.; he hates anything by dostoevsky--he finds the morality to be posturing and tiresome

i think they BOTH love the LOTR series--books and movies. as they both canonically watch GOT together as adults (and considering dean is more into LARPing than he likes to admit) i think they both love fantasy.

dean saw two towers while sam was away at college and has been dreaming nonstop of dying in an epic battle protecting those he loves in heroic and sexy ways like in the battle for helms deep.

but he still mostly refuses to watch the parts with frodo/sam in return of the king because "frodo is annoying" (because he gets uncomfortable and scared when frodo and sam touch foreheads and cry and sam picks up frodo because he can't carry the ring but he can carry frodo, and hearing frodo scream sam's name in agony makes him nauseous)

dean swears he likes LOTR for the fights but sam knows better.

(secretly, i think dean used to read chapters of the hobbit to sam when he was really small. it's the first book john buys him after the fire because john grew up with his own dad reading it to him before he disappeared.)

i think as an adult, dean gravitates towards more crime thrillers. they have clean cut endings, and he likes how the main character is usually a grizzled, alcoholic washup looking for redemption with his estranged wife (he completely cannot relate). he also likes brandon sanderson until he finds out Nerds also like them, so he gives up on them.

and i think sam might gravitate towards nonfiction/realistic fiction/historical fiction. he doesn't want to read about quests, he doesn't want to read about chosen ones, he doesn't want to read about brothers having to watch each other die, he doesn't want to read about how Bad is Always Bad.

bonus: they both read 50 shades after the craze in like 2015, and dean was scandalized to read this in a book while sam was like...this is it? he hits her a couple of times??

i've mentioned this a MILLION times, but i think they both love the die hard movie series. mostly the first one, and mostly dean, but they try to catch the marathons on cable every christmas.

dean loves the lost boys (because COME ON OF COURSE HE DOES!!! little brother and vampires and the good guys win! no moral complexity!), ghost busters, roadhouse, quick and fast murder mysteries with easy solutions, dirty dancing, tombstone, rocky, jaws, and--secretly--little women. he cries like a fucking kid being dragged away from a candy store.

sam loves indiana jones, star trek, friday the 13th (bc if he follows the Horror Movie rules, he and his family are safe!), the rear window, ET, it's a wonderful life (a movie about how your life has meaning even if you think you're making everyone's life worse...come on...), and a million arthouse movies about how life is strange and vulnerable.

they both like/watch together: star wars, bill & ted's excellent adventure, die hard, jurassic park, LOTR, the early 2000 fantastic four movies (they're not good, but they're mindless; dean wants to be johnny storm and sammy would DIE to be reed; dean likes to joke that sam's jessica alba instead), oceans 11

sam doesn't like monster movies anymore. dean doesn't like war movies anymore.

THIS WAS SO MUCH LOL I'M SO SORRY--i have a lot of thoughts about their favourite books/movies apparently! thank you so much for this ask--it was SO FUN to answer, lol! <3

i have texted charlotte and will reblog with her opinions when she responds! (she is busy gworl)

-lizzy

[odditiesnoctobermidnightroad]

Vords words from Count Monty Cristo: “ Velcome my LOVELIEzz! Zhis is zhe Vampire-bat-vampire-Count Monty Cristo zpeaking.

I’ve heard there is zomekind of ‘challenge’ going about. It iz involving things to draw, thoughtz to conjure, ideaz to zew. A ‘prompt’, az it vhere. Vhell, OBVIOUZLY I’m zhe best when it comes to ideaz, but because I’m zo very generouz, I’m also giving you a read-at-your-own-pace list of ztoriez -von right after zhe other for each day of October to enjoy for zhis blez’zed October-zeazon.

Read vone each day and illuztrate vhat you zhee az you read; or, draw zomething that inzpired you from reading zhe ztoriez! 

Phantasmagoria by Lewis Carol 

Dracula’s Guest by Bram Stoker

The Signal Man by Charles Dickens

Bluebeard by Charles Perrault 

Godfather Death by The Brothers Grimm

Feathertop by Nathanial Hawthorne

King of the Cats from old Scotland

The Romance of Certain Old Clothes by Henry James

The Shadow by Hans Christian Anderson 

The Landlady by Roald Dahl

There Shall be no Darkness by James Blish 

The New Mother by Lucy Clifford

-DEZIGNATED POEM TIME!!!- The Raven, The Cremation of Sam McGee, The Ballad of Tam Lin, Hist Whist, The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner 

The Monkey’s Paw by W.W. Jacobs 

There will Come Soft Rains by Ray Bradbury 

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving

Uncle Otto’s Truck by Stephen King

Oh, Whistle and I’ll come to you My Lad by James Joyce 

The Lottery by Shirley Jackson

Tailypo from Apalachian Folklore

Fritt-Flacc by Jules Verne

An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge by Ambroise Bierce

The Canterville Ghost by Oscar Wilde

Lot. 249 by Arthur Conan Doyle

The Red Room by H. G. Wells 

The Cats of Ulthar by H.P. Lovecraft

The Body Snatcher by Robert Louis Stevenson

The Vampyre by John William Pilodori 

The Shout by Robert Graves 

The Masque of the Red Death or really anything you want by Edgar Allan Poe

Your OWN story

There are zo MANY possibilities to be had! ‘ave at it!” - Monty Cristo

[usersukuna]

hellooo bia, i hope you're well :) can you share some of the blogs you like to follow with us? i need to follow more ppl and i love ur blog x

*laszlo voice* hello my dahling

i'm fine, thank you very much, hope you're doing great <3

and thank you bby :')

here's the list:

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daily/source blogs:

star wars: @darthvadersource @starwarsblr @starwarscolors @starwarsnews @starwarsvillains @themandaloriandaily

gaming: @dailygaming @dailyvideogames @silenthillsource @videogamewomen

our flag means death: @ofmdsource @ofmdaily

good omens: @dailyineffablehusbands @goodomensgifs

tutorials/resources: @usergif

[promptcorner]

Okay dudes, queens, mortals, and gods— hear me out.

I had a dream many months ago on a Thursday and by golly it put me in a tizzy.

The dream was a fusion between DC, DP, and Roald Dahl’s The Witches, specifically the 1990 movie with Mr. bean.

In it Damian (15), Danny (15), and Grandma Mason (???) were placed into a dreamscape/vision by the spirits of all the children the Witches had killed— and a third party— to warn them of their newest scheme.

We all know Manbat, right? Good, because the Witches took inspiration from the serum but made it less monstrous and created Formula 86 out of it. Their plan is similar to the movies and books, just buy candy stores and turn all the kids into rodents— except they turn into a different species of bat instead.

Danny, Damian, and Grandma Mason work together to stop the threat with a few twists and turns along the way. And yes, the boys get turned into bats.

Along with that, Tim and Tucker become coffee buddies and discover a big coffee syrup manufacturer may have more secrets then what they let on.

Also Sam, Jazz, and some of the batgirls uncover a mysterious set of giant figures wondering about at night. All the while, Sam and Grandma Mason talk magic.

All these stories connected into one another and it’s been in my mind for months. I’ve been struggling to write this. It’s chaos incarcerate, and that Death by Coffee Post and little blurb I posted after it are from this puzzle of a wip. I’ve been calling it, ‘The Witches did What?’

Here is the unedited summary I have written for it:

Danny and Damian share a mysterious vision/ dream that quickly turns into a nightmare. With both too many and not enough clues to make sense of the horrors that lied before them, they tried their best to navigate it before they ran into a danger neither of them were familiar with. That is, until they find Sam’s grandmother in the dream too. With the promises of an explanation and guidance, the three make plans to meet again in the waking world.

Little did the two boys realize just what type of trouble they’ve uncovered, wether it be on purpose or not. A type of trouble with a sizzling hatred unlike any hatred felt by either the living, or the dead. A sizzling, burning hatred towards children, and apparently… Teenagers aren’t excluded from it. They may have grandma and their various abilities…

But will it be enough to fight against The Grand High Witch?

If anyone is interested in hearing more, let me know. I have like, around forty something pages written out at this point, but I’m not confident in the beginning part of the story. The pacing needs work. But I do have a full chapter.

I guess this is a call for help? Ehh?

I don’t know, I just live here.

Thanks for listening to me rant about a fic idea at the very least!

[arabriddler]

spn/Gotham crossover AU

concept :

Ed ( Gotham ) and Sam ( Spn ) were classmates in a human rights course at university. They worked together on home-works and class projects and were sort of each other’s bi awakening. They almost were a thing but Sam already had a date with Jess when they figured it out, then, well, spn pilot episode happens and they get separated.

years later ( Gotham post-canon, somewhere in spn canon ), Sam and Dean pick up a haunted mansion case in Gotham, it’s the Van Dahl manor they were requested by Oswald Cobblepot ( partner of Ed ) so they meet again.

( Sam doesn’t realize Ed and Oswald are criminals, and only Oswald believes that Sam and Dean hunt ghosts. Ed refuses to believe but humors Oswald. )

Drawings ( they’re old though )

college days :

Bi awakening almost kiss comic :

Reunion :

Sam trying to convince Ed to protect himself:

Post reunion Ed hanging out at the winchesters:

[samuhelll]

@babydxhl (continued from here)

“Age, sex, location— what do I look like, ‘FBI, go catfish’?” 

He clasps his hands with a loud thud, his eyes crinkling when he smiles. “Kidding!” he exclaims. The beige of his Civic turns his eyes muddy. “Mary Dahl,” he drawls. “Sam Croker.”

He doesn’t offer a hand. Not when he knows the end result will always be a singular, invariable response like fate and the past and the linearity of time. He wouldn’t crouch down, anyway—his knees go sore in Gotham’s cold—and Mary has the look of a heckled cat, inclined to clawing. 

“Gotta say. The whole Chernobyl routine, what with the ‘make war, not love’—” Voice rumbling. Then, firework hands. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!” he croaks. Sam smiles. “Love it.” 

He means the nuclear power plant. Killer Croc. Mary’s radioactive headline in a history of front-page articles and rap-sheet heartaches. Her hair is Toblerone gold. 

“Anyway—” He draws in a breath. He drops his hands. “How about some showbiz?”

[the-tripping-and-the-touching]

Landslide (series)

Part Ten

Pairing: Josh x reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: You've lost something in a hiking accident... are you prepared for it to come back?

Warnings: angst.

Note: We're back! In a fun bit of procrastination, I found the type of neighborhood I think the house would be in. Woodsy, a bit away from the city, but still close to the university! General coords for the neighborhood: 44°35'20"N 123°19'16"W

MASTERPOST

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“You’re a fucking idiot.” Josh rolled his eyes and looked down into his glass as his twin picked up a wine bottle and started traipsing around the small outdoor patio connected to your favorite local winery. 

“Don’t be a prick.” He retorted in his favorite accent, his voice getting low and gravelly as he began to wander away.

“Yeah, you don’t get to be all pissy because you fucked up with your girl again.” Sam butted in, elbowing Josh playfully.

You kicked Sam under the table, eliciting a yelp before he reached down to rub his shin. “Shut the fuck up?” 

“Yeah, yeah.” He laughed before tipping back the rest of his drink.

It wasn’t difficult to occupy yourself with the other boys there. Laughter came easily when you could let yourself be distracted by the welcome buffer Jake and Sam provided. But it wasn’t like they couldn’t tell something was off.

You were lucky enough to have them around for a full week, both you and Josh feigning illness to your boss in order to get the time off. Together, you’d spent your time milling around town, trying to find attractions you hadn’t taken them to on previous visits. Once those were exhausted, you’d turned to favorites. Hence the trip to the winery. 

“Least we could do is go see a movie.” Josh griped, refilling his glass. 

“With that one? Really?” Taking the words right out of your mouth, Sam grabbed the bottle from him to replenish his own. All three of you turned to Jake, only to find him laying down in the grass, staring straight up at the sky. 

A mumbled sentence came from Josh as he started drinking. “I don’t know why you’re so up my ass right now.”

He set his wine down and turned his body towards his oldest brother. “I don’t know why you’re being such an ass right now. This is literally our last fu-” 

“Jesus Christ, yeah, yeah, your ‘last full day’. If you want it to be so perfect, maybe you should stop picking fights with the guy that owns the house you’re staying in.” He rolled his eyes again. If you knew where this was going, and you did, the best place for you to be was far, far away from the argument. So without a sound, you picked yourself up and began the walk to where Jake laid in the grass, picking up bits of the conversation that got more distant with every second.

“She owns that house as much as you do. And I’m sure if she were to pick who stayed in it tonight you would be last on that list.”

“Asshole.”

“Douchebag.”

Yeah, you definitely did not want to be around them now. Finally reaching Jake, you not so gracefully landed on the ground, next to his face, crossing your legs before leaning over him. 

“Ah, dahling…” He dragged out his vowels, a sharp grin carved into his face. 

“Hey Jakey.” You sigh propping your head up in your hand. “I swear, their arguing takes me right back to highschool.”

“So you’re only out here to avoid them…” Feigning disappointment, he turns his face from you. “Upon my innocence you play.”

“Hm, I’m not the one to plot so.” Smiling, you continue the scene. Jake had gone through a Pirates of Penzance phase in his early teens, forcing you and his siblings to switch between roles and reenact the entire musical yourselves at their home on your weekends. Some lines you’d committed to memory, dredging themselves up in moments like these. 

He sighed and rolled over onto his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows. “They really that bad right now?” 

“I mean, they always get heated towards the end of trips, but Josh is just…” You think for a few seconds, trying to consider his motives, but ultimately falling short. “Y’know.”

“I do.” He smiles, nudging your knee with his shoulder. “Hey, it could be me and him fighting. At least the two of them never get physical.”

You roll your eyes, cracking a smile. “Yeah, we don’t have the funds to keep replacing windows like that.” 

Jake laughed along with you for a few moments before meeting your eyes with a more thoughtful expression. “What’s going on with you two sunshine?”

The smile on your face dwindled, leaving you to bite on your cheek as you contemplated telling him. After looking back to the patio where you’d left Josh and Sam, seeing them drink in silence, you turned your eyes back down to Jake again, opting to ask him a question instead. “Did Josh ever say anything about us? Like in the context of… having a relationship?” 

“Yeah.” If nothing else could be trusted, you could always depend on Jake’s filter completely disappearing after a few glasses of white. “I mean, kinda. Boy’s always had such a thing for you. Called me a month or two ago saying it might really be time for you guys, but then… well, y’know.”

And you did know. You knew now, more than ever, that you lost something important in that landslide. “He give you any details?”

“It’s interesting, he really didn’t say as much as I’d imagined he would after finally getting you. Just that he was happier than ever.” He took a second, sighing before looking back up to the sky. “And that he’d never been more afraid of fucking something up.”

Jake’s last remark lingered in the back of your mind for the rest of the afternoon, consuming your thoughts as you laid down for bed that night. Up until now, as long as you’d known him, there wasn’t a single thing Josh could’ve done to mess up your relationship. And despite how upsetting it had been to find them, in retrospect, you couldn’t see those sticky notes as anything more than sweet. Little lovesick reminders of a relationship you hadn’t even known you’d been deprived memories of. 

The next morning wasn’t easy, the time finally coming to escort the boys to the taxi awaiting them in front of your driveway. After tear-filled hugs and goodbyes, promising to call and visit, you waved them off from the porch, watching the car until it disappeared. 

Walking back inside, you clicked the front door shut only to find Josh standing there, eyes fixed on you. You met his gaze with a sigh, wrapping your arms around yourself as the two of you just stood there. 

Finally breaking the silence, he asked quietly, “What’s been going on with you? Why are you so upset with me?” Basic questions, but they were quickly deepened by his expression. The way his brows knotted, his pointer finger tapping anxiously against his arm, the way he swayed slightly back and forth. This was an interrogation. 

You couldn’t help but contemplate how to start this. His brothers were gone, the two of you were alone for the first time since you’d found those notes. There was no way to break this to him, to finally initiate the argument and unlock the door on secrets you might not even want to know. 

Suddenly, he reached for your hand, wrapping his fingers around your own. And just with that, an action he’d been able to avoid up until now, it all came back. 

You see it in quick flashes, your entire relationship with him. Through your mind’s eye you watched your first kiss with him. The way you’d collapsed into bed next to him after a long day at work. He’d let his hand fall onto your back, rubbing small circles across it until you’d recovered enough to prop yourself up on your elbows, finding your face just a little too close to his. You could remember the way you reached your hand up to brush your knuckles against his cheekbone before running your fingers into his hair. The way he leaned in hesitantly, brushing the tip of his nose against yours, leaning in fully once he realized you weren’t pulling back. You could feel it, the softness and the shock and the sweetness of a first kiss you hadn’t even remembered. 

Flashing across your memory, you could see the moment you took his hand during a long walk across campus, telling him how you thought you were in love with him. And then the following moment he told you he knew he was in love with you. 

Hundreds of little moments crossed your mind, days and nights spent together like never before. Making out while “watching” a movie instead of quoting the lines. You watched as you and him became more inseparable than ever, if that was even possible.

And then you were back, staring into the eyes of the boy that filled your most recent memories in a new, but had tried his best to make sure you’d never know. You looked at him with the knowledge of how he tastes, how he feels, everything about every interaction you’d had with him over the course of the past two months. But also with the feeling of betrayal that started welling up further inside of you with every second, with every recollection.

Once you’d fully come to, you closed your mouth and cleared your throat, your eyes fixed on him with no hope of tearing them away. You could feel your expression change minutely, to something only someone who knew you a little too well would be able to read. And he certainly could. 

He gained his own look of realization and faltered, any words he’d been hoping to speak caught in his throat with no hope of escaping. All he could do was stand there staring at you, not knowing what to say. 

That made two of you.

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