#sam fender

[thecosmoswhispers]

"sometimes, i thought my father was a God. i loved him that much."

— Leila Chattis, "Muslim Girlhood"

ocean vuong, "someday i'll love" / sam fender, "seventeen going under" / the front bottoms, "father" / satanay, tumblr / clementine von radics / agustín gómez-arcos, "the carnivorous lamb" / ?

[tearfulangel]

it begs to stick around

[lesbianjudasiscariot]

He Made Me In His Image

The Woman Destroyed - Simone de Beauvoir / Seventeen Going Under - Sam Fender / The Cruel Prince - Holly Black / Swan - Nicole Dollanganger / Elektra - Sophokles tr. Anne Carson / Sun Bleached Flies - Ethel Cain

[aeolianblues]

The weirdly life affirming thing about fandom and some of the adoration that comes with it, particularly as pertains to real people, is that fans will love all the parts of you. That what is deemed ‘marketable’ by the press release and everything else they left out. If you come from something, fans will keep it alive. A Sam Fender fan away in Nebraska, USA will learn the Geordie dialect to accurately write Sam Fender x reader fanfic. They will keep alive a dialect declining even in Newcastle. As long as someone knows it, it lives on. The more people into it, the more beloved it becomes; it has a resurgence, it carries on. A Kneecap fan in Indonesia whose third language is English decides Irish Gaeilge can be their fourth. The Eurovision fans decided they can learn all of Finnish after being drawn to one song about piña coladas (and the super endearing Käärijä!)

Fandom is so much more than some base lowly shit to be embarrassed about that people like to reduce it to. It’s a powerful mode of culture. It’s so much more than about writing ‘your silly little stories about your pathetic men’; fandom is the reason American Blur fans flew thousands of miles overseas to be at Wembley last summer. Fandom is checking your IG stories after that gig and seeing that other well-loved musicians also have the same story as you because they were at that gig too. It is months later hearing Grian Chatten from Fontaines D.C. say that part of their new song was inspired by going to that Wembley show, and knowing exactly what he meant by that.

It is about shared cultural moments, it’s about the realisation that nothing is ever strictly in the past, and that we are sharing and creating culture in the now. I don’t know where I’m going with this, I was just struck by the connection between culture and pop culture. Don’t let people tell you they’re different worlds, I suppose

[allisonmysidee]

People watching track list🩷

[basicallyyjustdogs]

series 2: brother

high and dry, radiohead // my photo // behind this door is a siberian tiger, sun yung shin // the promise, marie howe // dioscuri, dante émile (@orpheuslament) // ‘cain and abel’, orazio riminaldi // father time (ft. sampha), kendrick lamar // my photo // seventeen going under, sam fender // father, the front bottoms // untitled, traumatizeddfox // my brother at 3 a.m., natalie diaz // some boys aren’t born they bubble, kaveh akbar // spit of you, sam fender // boot theory, richard siken // portrait of the alcoholic with moths and river, kaveh akbar // you can be mean, indigo de souza // get you down, sam fender // black dog, arlo parks // my photo // hand-me-downs, rachel sabini // ‘the last day of pompeii’, karl bryullov // ‘fallen angel’, alexandre cabanel // used to be friends, searows // the giver, sarah kinsley // a brother named gethsemane, natalie diaz

[your-divine-ribs]

Kinktober 🩵 Inside

"We don't have to do anything, we don't even have to move, we could just lie here together. I just wanna be inside ya love, is that okay?"

Words: 1.7k // Sam Fender // cock-warming

Kinktober Masterlist Main Masterlist

The bed dips and you stir, your mind fogged over with sleep, caught in that hazy realm between dreaming and wakefulness. You squint through the darkness at the faintly glowing display on your bedside clock.

4:06 am... ughhh... you have to get up for work in less than three hours.

Your eyes flutter shut again, chasing sleep, elongating your limbs in a restless stretch and going to turn over but something stops you, your body colliding with the warmth of bare skin.

"Sam?" His name sounds thick on your tongue, your voice laden with sleep. Of course it's him, who else would it be? He's just got back from his American tour at this ungodly hour, slipping straight into your bed like he's never been away. Filling that empty space that's been driving you crazy for three whole weeks.

"Am sorry love," he murmurs from behind you and you feel an arm wrap tightly around your waist as he pulls you in closer to the warmth of his bare chest. "Didn't mean to wake ya."

He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, planting a few soft kisses as his breath warms your exposed skin. The hand on your waist strays under the hem of the oversized t-shirt you wear to sleep in, rubbing small circles.

"S'okay," you mumble into the darkness of your room, then "I'm so tired" as an afterthought, a weak kind of resistance even though you're already pushing your hips back into his.

He's so soft and warm and he feels so good pressed up tight against you, comforting and rousing in equal measures. You hear him laugh, feel the warm huff of air tickle the back of your neck. "Thought you said you were tired pet..."

"I am," I you insist, sulkiness tinging your words. "I've got to get up in a few hours. It's good to have you back though... missed you."

"Mmm, missed you too," he hums into the back of your neck, sending a pleasant vibration through you. His hands wander downward to smooth over the contours of your ass through the thin lace of your panties and he lightly squeezes you, making you squirm.

"Don't get any ideas, it's like 4am," you whine, burying your face in your pillow and he's quick to reply, surprisingly agreeable.

"I'm tired too, bloody knackered actually. Can never sleep in those tour bus bunks. Got fidget-arse Joe above me and Dean just across the way snoring like a warthog. Don't worry love, shagging's the last thing on my mind right now."

"It is?"

The disbelief rings out clear in your voice, earning another chuckle from him. This is novel. You don't think Sam's ever not in the mood. He usually needs little encouragement, just the feel of your body pressing up against his enough to raise his pulse... and to raise something else.

Despite his words you can feel the definition of his cock through his boxers pressing against the swell of your ass. You'd be lying if you said you weren't a little disappointed. You've missed this... you've missed him and the way he makes you feel.

"I thought that maybe we could try something different," he murmurs, voice quiet, a little tentative like he's testing the waters. "I've missed ya so much, just being here, cuddling and stuff, being close... and I've really missed being inside ya, like you wouldn't believe."

His hips shunt forward a little as if to demonstrate and your breath catches, a tiny spark lighting, threatening to burn away your tiredness.

But Sam has other ideas, his voice hopeful as you feel him shift behind you, shedding his boxers. "We don't have to do anything, we don't even have to move, we could just lie here together. I just wanna be inside ya love, is that okay?"

"Okay..." you mumble, a little hesitantly even though you're already tugging your panties down your legs and kicking them off. You can't deny the way your body reacts to him being so close, the thrill that simmers in your core as you imagine him burying himself inside you whilst he fucks you slow and deep into the mattress.

But that's not what he's implying... is it?

Your confusion quickly melts away as you feel him reaching to hook your leg over his hip, opening you up as you feel his unclothed cock pressing temptingly against your entrance. He drags the tip up and down your slit, coating himself in your wetness, mouthing tender kisses on your neck as he begins to ease himself slowly inside you.

"Sam..."

You breathe out his name, an automatic reaction as your body stretches and moulds itself around him, accepting him, welcoming him. The slow, blissful drag of his cock against your walls has you fisting the bedsheets as he buries himself inside you up to the hilt.

"Shit... forgot how good you feel," he says, voice slightly shaky, large hands moving from your hips to slide around your waist, pulling you closer. He presses his lips against your neck again, murmuring sweet praises that travel straight to your core, your hips automatically pushing back to seek that blissful friction.

"Nuh-huh love," he chuckles, fingers flexing around your waist, holding you tightly pressed against him. "That's not how it works. Ya gotta keep still, okay?"

He holds completely still in you, hot and thick against your tight heat and you can't help but squirm from the need for friction, movement, anything.

"Sa-am," you whine, frustration chasing away any remnants of sleepiness. "I'm all for experimentation in bed but this is like torture!"

"Hmm my pretty girl getting impatient huh?" He teases, shifting his hips barely imperceptibly, pushing himself impossibly deeper until his cock kisses the depths of you. You have to clamp your lips shut tight to stifle a whine, determined not to show your neediness. You want him badly but this is his idea and you're stubborn as hell. You're positive you'll get what you want but you don't want to show your weakness. You don't want to be the one to break first.

"Nah, I can handle it," you reply, trying to hide the smirk from your voice, faking a yawn which you hope sounds convincing. "And I am still pretty tired after all... reckon we could sleep like this? Feels nice."

"Err... yeah... sure," he mutters and you swear you hear a note of dismay in his voice. He probably thought you'd be begging by now. "It is really nice. Ya feel so warm and snug and tight around me... perfect."

You just smile to yourself, making out like you're getting comfy whilst you surreptitiously bring a finger up to brush over your clit, your pussy automatically clenching as you bite back a sigh.

"Shit," he hisses, and you relish the keen sound he makes as you press down on your clit again and your body reacts, contracting around him, effectively milking his cock.

His fingers move against your skin, grasping you firmly, the pressure of his teeth grazing your shoulder as he bites down a little where the neckline of your t-shirt gapes open. The sensation makes you clamp down on him again, a moan slipping out that you don't try to hide this time.

"Fuckin' 'ell love, I don't think I can do this after all," he mutters throatily, hands back on your hips as he draws himself back to fully plunge into you, an impassioned groan vibrating across your skin. His fingers are digging in so hard you feel he might leave permanent dents.

"Thought it was a stupid idea," you giggle, triumphant. "Now are you gonna fuck me then or what?"

"Can't bloody resist ya can I?" He huffs in amusement, your bold request finally breaking his resolve. You both knew full well it wasn't going to be enough. It was never going to be enough just being close, the two of you always needed more of each other in every single way.

You let him manoeuvre your body so he can slide on top of you, the delicious heavy weight of him pushing you face-down into the mattress. You arch yourself back into him and he responds by thrusting deep, tangling his fingers through yours and pressing your hands firm to the bed as he sinks into you with a groan of pure relief.

You're completely enveloped by him, his cock hitting the deepest parts of you in this position, your moans and whimpers muffled by the pillow as he finds a steady rhythm, each buck of his hips pushing you closer to the brink.

"Feels so good... missed ya so much... love ya so much darlin'..." His words are interspersed with kisses, hot, wet and sweet, scattered along your jaw and your neck, every thrust rocking deep and hitting that blissful little spot inside you that makes your toes curl.

You don't normally come from sex alone but tonight is different, you can feel the pressure building deep inside, shockwaves of indescribable pleasure as you surrender yourself to him.

He groans your name out loud, hips stuttering against your ass, grinding a final thrust as he comes, pouring into you like molten heat.

You both lie there for a moment in the quiet, completely spent and panting, him slumped over you until you begin to squirm beneath him. "Sam, you're squashing me now!"

"Shit, sorry pet," he laughs, rolling back on to his side, taking you with him so you're still fused together pressed up tight against him, the little spoon. You can feel him softening inside you, his release dripping out of you and soaking into the sheets.

"So much for just lying there," you grin and hear him chuckle, feel the warm vibrations of his laughter carry through his body to yours. "Are you gonna let me go now then?"

"Love..." he starts, the affectionate timbre of his voice warming you through as you feel him press a soft kiss to your hair, humming softly in contentment. "I ain't ever letting you go."

[formula-red]

I tried to be good, am I no good? Am I no good? Am I no good?

untitled, Geloy Concepcion // Seventeen Going Under, Sam Fender // untitled, traumatizeddfox // Two People, Sam Fender // The War of Vaslav Nijinsky, Frank Bidart // Hard Times, Ethel Cain // Child Wearing a Red Scarf, Eduoard Vuillard // Complex, Katie Gregson Macleod // Funeral by Phoebe Bridgers, malaak // Too Much Wine, The Handsome Family // untitled, milklump // untitled, dying-weeds // Strangers, Ethel Cain

[aaronstveit]

Sam Fender // Seventeen Going Under // Live from Brixton, London

[cmusicx]

The eyes🫠😍

[lonestardust]

On Fathers & Sons : Owen and TK Strand // lyrics by Sam Fender from : Seventeen Going Under. Spit Of You. Alright. You're Not The Only One.

[allisonmysidee]

Most insane shoot🤤

[sophsicle]

ALL THE DEAD BOYS IN OUR HOME TOWN

ALL THE DEAD BOYS IN OUR HOME TOWN

ALL THE DEAD BOYS IN OUR HOME TOWN

ALL THE DEAD BOYS IN OUR HOME TOWN

ALL THE DEAD BOYS IN OUR HOME TOWN

ALL THE DEAD BOYS IN OUR HOME TOWN

ALL THE DEAD BOYS IN OUR HOME TOWN

ALL THE DEAD BOYS IN OUR HOME TOWN

ALL THE DEAD BOYS IN OUR HOME TOWN

[blusandbirds]

"i can draw a circle/you lived your life inside"

we'll live and die in these towns (the enemy) // homesick (noah kahan) // maps (fun home) // home-free (maggie smith) // sleep on the floor (the lumineers) // fast car (tracy chapman) // leave fast (sam fender)

[imwriting0verhere]

Birthday Surprise

It’s 11:57pm on April 24th and my friends and family are gathered around me to ring in my 30th birthday at midnight. I don’t always need to have the biggest party or festivities, but you only turn 30 once, and honestly, roughly ten years ago I wasn’t even sure if I would make it till here.

“Thank you all so much for coming eeh, big 30 aye!” I laugh awkwardly, but most of my friends are drunk enough that they just cheer and clap along. “I ceenot wait for this year like. We’ve got some great things cooking! 30’s gonna be great!” I shout into the room, shortly being joined by Dean, Joe, Tom and Jimmy. We’ve all got our arms thrown around each other’s shoulders, beers in hand.

“Alreet alreet” Dean shouts over the party commotion “We’ve only got a few seconds left now. 5,4…”

“3,2,1 HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM!!!!” everybody in the room joins in and as the clock rings in my special day, Rachael emerges with a big cake that’s shaped like my face. Candles and sparklers atop and I happily accept it.

As is tradition, Dean smacks some cake into my face, we drink a shot together and I’m being pulled into hugs by everyone. My mam, my brother, my girlfriend…

And once the excitement has quieted down a bit and people start eating the cake and refilling their drinks, Y/N stands in front of me. The last person to congratulate me.

“Happy Birthday” she tells me with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes I notice. We share a quick hug but she looks as if she wants to disappear as soon as I let go of her. But talking to her seems to halt her in her spot and she looks up at me

“It’s really good to see yer” I tell her with a genuine smile. She’s one of my dearest friends and also the last person I was in love with. Unfortunately, we had to learn the hard way that moving from a friendship into a relationship doesn’t always end well. But luckily, we managed to save and salvage what we had before and are now able to be friends again.

“Yeah, you too” she replies softly. She’s been really quiet and reserved all evening. She’s barely gotten a word out, keeping mostly to herself even though we share the same group of friends and most of them are here tonight.

“I hope..” “I’m..” we both speak at the same time and I awkwardly rub the back of my neck “Sorry, you go ahead”

“Oh, ehm, I was just saying I’m gan find Rachael and try some of that cake” she says while she’s already turning away, not being able to leave my side fast enough it seems.

“Aye, I hope you’re doing well and we can hang out again soon” I just mumble the rest of my previous thought to myself.

Before I can let Y/N’s strange demeanor get to my head, I spot my brother and his long-time partner in conversation with my girlfriend. Or better, the girl I’ve been seeing for the past 3 months that’s not really my girlfriend because we’re not officially together, but we’re dating and having a good time together so I can’t just call her a fling either. And she was very adamant on being here tonight, so I’m glad she’s getting along with my family too.

About two hours later I see Y/N saying goodbye to Tom and Heidi as well as my mam, before she just waves at the boys and leaves them with a “Bye guys, see yous soon” to which they all smile and wave back, Joe shouting a departing “get home safe”.

She finally spots me and makes her way over

“Saving the best till last I see” I tease her, which elicits only a small tug at her lips. So I really can’t even make my friend smile anymore. With nothing at all apparently. Hm.

“You’re leaving already?” I ask because tonight felt as if she wasn’t even really here and as the night gets longer the crowd gets smaller and it usually only leaves my closest inner circle. Which she is part of and I would’ve loved to spend some more time with her, actually talk to her.

“Yeah sorry, I don’t feel that great staying here any longer” she gives me a look as if to tell me that something is bothering her, and I should know what that something is.

“Thanks for the invite, Sam” she says politely and pulls me into a quick hug that I return.

“Y/N wait!” I hold on to her arm but she instantly coils away and out of my reach

“Let go of me” she hisses quietly, so that nobody else but me can hear.

“Y/N no, what’s going on?” I follow her out into the foyer and out the front door. She’s finally stopping and swiftly turning around to look at me

“I just don’t want to look at this any longer alreet. Maybe I shouldn’t have come” she says the last part more to herself and I’m only getting more and more confused

“But, it’s my birthday” I breath, the first thing that comes to mind. We always spend our birthdays together

“What do yer mean, look at any longer? What’s going on Y/N/N?” I look at her questioningly. She’s looking at her feet, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as if she doesn’t know what to do next. She’s debating whether to tell me or not. But in the next instant she whips her head towards me, her decision made

“You, Sam. You and that girl!” she shouts, angrily pointing at me, she’s almost jabbing her finger into my chest, that’s how close we are standing. Her eyes are wild and brimming with tears.

“I can’t look at it any longer!” she lets go of the breath she was holding. Exhausted just from that simple statement. I look at her bewildered, not believing what I hear. She’s never mentioned having a problem with me seeing someone new. But I’m also just realizing, she hasn’t been around all that much the past few months. And definitely not when my date was around.

“I…didn’t…why have you never said anything?” I truly thought we were doing fine after our breakup last year. I don’t understand what’s happening, I just know that I can’t lose Y/N and I can’t believe I’ve missed the signs of her discomfort.        

“What was I supposed to say Sam? We’re not together anymore. I don’t have any right to tell you what to do and who to date”

“But we’re friends. You know that you can always come to wor” I cautiously take a step closer to her, feeling the overwhelming need to comfort her.

“Sam..” she croaks out and my arms are instantly around her. But she stops me before I can pull her into an embrace. She’s holding onto my forearms. She’s so close, I can feel her ragged breath on the front of my shirt. But her eyes won’t meet mine

“I don’t know how to be around you anymore. I…I thought I was over you. I thought I was okay with our breakup, healed, and moved on.”

She finally lifts her head and my gaze instantly falls onto hers. And what I see breaks me. Red rimmed eyes, a few stray tears have already fallen, making her cheeks wet. She looks scared and broken, and I can’t believe that I didn’t know about this. About how she felt and what kind of emotional distress she must have gone through these last months.

“Y/N/N…I didn’t know” I croak. Embarrassment creeping in and I'm mentally kicking myself for being so oblivious again.

“I know. Because we never had that last talk” she sniffs and drops my arms in favor of pulling her thin coat tighter around herself. Crossing her arms in front of her chest, protecting herself from the cold, and protecting her heart from any more damage.

“We never sat down and talked about how our relationship, and the breakup really affected us. I just tried to be okay and be happy about the things I still have. And you started seeing someone else” she smiles at that, but it’s a bittersweet kind of smile. And I can see new tears gathering in her eyes.

“Sweetheart, you should’ve come n' talked to me aboot it. Nonetheless if I’m seeing someone new or not”

“I just couldn’t Sam. I couldn’t because every time I thought about talking to you and what I would say to you, I knew I would just end up in tears. And then I found out about you and her and…” she’s letting me cup her cheek this time, and I’m softly swiping her tears away before she continues

“I was so scared of today. Of what it would mean if she’s here tonight, and I see her.”

“Y/N A’m so sorry!” I tell her earnestly, searching her face because I need her to believe me. I never meant to hurt her this way.

“Tell me what I can do to make it better”

“Sam I...” she sniffs before looking back up at me “I don’t think there’s anything you can do. I don’t think it’s good for me to be around you right now” and I can feel my insides crumble at that

“Y/N/N no, don’t say that” I beg her, tears shooting into my own eyes now and I can feel them softly rolling down my face.

“I still love you too much. And I can’t see you with another girl. I can’t heal like this Sam! When every time I look at you, a small part inside me still breaks.” She closes her eyes at that and I lean my cheek onto her head, pulling her a little bit closer because I know how final this moment is. Of course I will give her the time and space to heal, but this could just as well mean this is our last time together, and we might never come back from this. I press a final kiss onto her forehead before I speak again

“I can’t lose you”

“I’m so sorry” she whispers back and pulls further away from me “You’ll be okay” she takes my hand from her face and gently squeezes it one last time before she drops it and it falls at my side. I instantly miss her warmth, her soft touch.

“Happy Birthday Sam” she says with a voice full of sorrow and heartbreak. As she turns her back towards me and begins to make her short way home, the look of pain and longing in her face haunts me. And I’m sure it perfectly reflects mine.                 

[thefreakingbear]

needing a jj maybank edit to seventeen going under because HUH

is this sooooo british of me lol