#sam tag

[yenskiers]

MELANIE LYNSKEY as SHAUNA SHIPMAN

YELLOWJACKETS (2021 — )

[hillmon]

[adaine]

hi! as you might have heard, my good friend sam @bitewounded passed away last week and we wanted to create a place to honor his memory digitally. jen and i made a creative minecraft server (java, 1.20.6) for friends of sam to build things in honor of him and leave notes/stories. people will be able to access the server through august 14th and build whatever they'd like in his honor, but please try to keep things near spawn so that they can be easily accessed. the server will culminate in a memorial ceremony where people will be invited to speak if they wish that will be streamed on twitch (channel tbd) on august 14th, starting at 8pm est/5pm pst. after the memorial, the server will close and the world download will be made available for all of us to remember sam. if you knew sam and would like to participate in this server, please send me a dm with your minecraft username and i'll whitelist you and send you the ip. also, feel free to reblog this post to spread the word. we want to make sure this reaches as many of his friends as possible.

[c-goldthorn]

have already cried real tears twice while beta-ing the new tas ch and im only on pg 9 of 41 oh god

[honestlydarkprincess]

5. "What are you waiting for?" + payneland <3

prolonging the inevitable

edwin x charles || rated: t || wc: 1k

read on ao3

Charles sighed as he collapsed onto the couch in the office. “Now that was a long case.” 

“What, you don’t like flesh eating gnomes?” Crystal teased, flopping down next to him. Her arms curled around Niko as she perched on Crystal’s lap, leaning back against her and sighing happily. “Comfortable, babe?” 

“Always,” Niko replied serenely. “And the gnomes were so cute. It’s too bad they wanted to eat us.”

“It is not the worst we have seen, so at least there is that,” Edwin chimed in, sitting in the chair at the desk and straightening his peacoat. 

“Very true, mate,” Charles said, kicking his legs out and slouching against the couch. “Now we nap.” 

“Charles, ghosts do not need sleep,” Edwin pointed out.

Charles chuckled. “Nah, but it’s nice to relax after a long case, yeah?”

“I suppose so,” Edwin conceded. “Niko, Crystal, are you two going to nap too?” 

“No, I think we’re going to go find something to eat. I’m starved,” Crystal said, tapping Niko’s hip to get her to get up. Niko reluctantly slid off Crystal’s lap with a pout that turned into a bright smile when Crystal took her hand after getting up herself. “We’ll be back in a bit.” 

“Okay, have fun,” Edwin said, watching them leave. When it was just him and Charles he shifted uncomfortably. Even though Charles acted no different ever since his confession in Hell, Edwin had been feeling slightly uncomfortable when he was alone with Charles. He was just so hyper aware of the boy, now that he knew his feelings. A part of him missed when he didn’t know he had feelings for Charles, things had been so much less complicated. 

“What’s got your beautiful mind turning, mate?” Charles asked, making Edwin look up and realize that Charles was staring at him. 

“Oh, n-nothing,” Edwin stuttered, searching for an excuse. “Um, I was just thinking about our next case.” 

“We don’t have a next case yet,” Charles pointed out, sitting up from his slouch so he could look at Edwin properly. “What’s up?” 

“As I said, it’s nothing,” Edwin tried again, his hand coming up to his bowtie to fiddle with it nervously. 

Charles hummed disbelievingly and got up from the couch, coming to sit on the edge of the desk. 

Edwin’s breath caught. No, this was worse. Having Charles so close made it hard to think.

“Tell me what’s on your mind,” Charles pushed again. 

Suddenly Edwin shot up from his chair and tried to walk around Charles. “I just remembered there was a book I wanted to read, I think it will help us next time. I should have read it earlier, maybe we wouldn’t have had such a close call with the gnomes. Which reminds me, we will need to inform our client that the problem has been solved so we can get paid.” Edwin rambled. 

“Woah, slow down there, mate,” Charles said, reaching out to put his hands on Edwin’s shoulders and keeping him in place. “Take a deep breath.” 

“Ghosts do not—”

“Yeah, yeah, just try it,” Charles interrupted. “For me, yeah?”

Edwin sighed, giving him a slight glare. “That is not fair,” He grumbled, though he still did as Charles requested and took a deep breath. 

Charles gave him a cheeky grin and a wink. Edwin had to look away and he was sure that if he was alive he would be blushing up a storm, his heart racing. 

“Now, instead of reading you are going to sit down and relax,” Charles ordered. 

“That is not what I wish to do right now, Charles.” Edwin rolled his eyes. 

“Tough,” Charles shrugged. “We just had a long case and we’re going to take a break before we take another one. You can fight me all you want but I will get you to relax, so you’re just prolonging the inevitable.” 

Prolonging the inevitable, sometimes that’s how it felt with him and Charles. He was so sure that Charles was meant to be his, he just wished that Charles could see it too. 

“Hey, where’d you go?” Charles asked softly, tilting his chin up and making him look in his eyes. 

“Nowhere,” Edwin whispered. “Just— having thoughts that I should not have.” 

“About?” Charles prodded. 

Edwin sighed. “You know what, Charles.” 

“Oh,” He said, fidgeting slightly. “I— what are you thinking?” 

Edwin looked at him in surprise. “I will keep that to myself. I do not wish to make you uncomfortable.” 

“You’ve never ever made me uncomfortable, mate,” Charles said softly. “In fact, you’re the one person I’ve never felt uncomfortable around.” 

Edwin smiled, his chest glowing. “I am glad. Now, I am going to read, you are welcome to nap.” He started to move out of Charles’ hold towards one of the bookcases when Charles stopped his movements with a hand on his shoulder. Edwin looked back at him. “Charles?” He questioned.

“I want to kiss you,” Charles blurted out, his mouth snapping shut after the words left his lips. 

“W-what?” Edwin breathed in shock, surprise written across his face. 

“I— I want to kiss you,” Charles said again, more firmly this time. “God, Edwin, I want to kiss you so bad.” He admitted shyly, ducking his head. 

Edwin stared at him, his mouth open. This is not at all what he had anticipated happening today. What should he say? Did Charles just want to experiment? Was he just curious? Or did he…did he love Edwin back? 

Finally, he found his voice. “What are you waiting for?” He whispered, deciding not to overanalyze something for a change and to just go with the flow. 

Charles looked stunned for a minute before a boyish grin was breaking out on his lips and his hand was travelling up Edwin’s neck to cup his cheek. He leaned in slowly, giving Edwin time to move away for any reason, but he didn’t, he stayed put and let Charles press his lips softly against his. 

The kiss was soft, loving, and when Charles pulled back, Edwin kept his eyes closed, savouring the feeling of Charles’ lips on his. 

“Was that okay?” Charles asked softly.

“That was perfect,” Edwin replied, opening his eyes. “Could you…could you feel it this time?” 

Charles smiled happily and nodded. “Yeah, mate. I guess it’s different with ghosts. I could feel everything.” 

Edwin’s smile could outshine the sun and he leaned in for another kiss. Their second of many, many more. 

[gooseplumes]

[brotherwifesoncodeddean]

"So.... dad's never going to stop, huh?"

"......."

"To tell you the truth, sometimes I wonder if he even wants to catch it. He'll look at me like there's nothing else in the whole world he'd rather we'd be doing, and I have to wonder..."

[sleepyjim2]

[yenskiers]

ELLA PURNELL as JACKIE TAYLOR

for @buffyalicent

[hillmon]

on quinn hughes

[sleepyjim]

friend's dog

[c-goldthorn]

ch 5 of hmbtr has been beta-ed and my tech issues finally solved. we’re so back (ty @johnslittlespoon)

[honestlydarkprincess]

i've gotten @beyourownanchor6 and @hotchglare to watch dead boy detectives, i'm doing my service to society 🫡

[sleepsart]

Poppies symbolize peace, sleep, death, and rebirth.

[ ID: A drawing of Sam from the knees up, standing in a field of poppies. He's a broad-shouldered person with ox horns, long floppy brown ears, a snout, and a thin tail. He's looking at the viewer with a neutral expression. He's holding a fist full of poppies to his chest with one hand, while his other hand hovers of a partially materialized glowing pickaxe. He's wearing a green flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a bulky brown tool belt, and a pair of baggy blue jeans. He has a nose ring and one visible earring. His hair is collarbone length, wavy, and blonde with brown roots. His nails are painted black and he has several freckles. He looks tired. The background is grey. End ID ]

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[gooseplumes]

[cartoonhostage]

I wish that when my brain gave me cool original ideas it gave me cool original ideas that I can execute with my current skillset, like writing or even drawing, but no, instead I have to ponder a typing game where you play as a sentient photocopier brought to life by a rogue scientist that couldn't be effectively conveyed by anything other than a video game or fake game