#sam the gardener

[mushroomates]

samwise gamgee headcanons:

enjoys doing the dishes and folding laundry

love language is quality time or acts of service

likes to give sprouts and seedlings to friends and neighbors

nerd about mushrooms and has a mushroom log growing in his closet

keeps a hoard of ladybugs to deploy at any time

windowsill is lined with old jars and bottles, filled with clippings for propagation

he gives the best slices of pie and best baked cookies to others. will keep “defects” for himself- they taste just as good

favorite cookies are “everything but the kitchen sink” where he throws a bunch of stuff into the bowl (fruit, pretzels, nuts) and puts it into a cookie

has like 80 pillows on every couch/bed/chair

in addition to the 50-something blankets also piled high

“please, have a seat” he says. ha, no. any surface you could possibly settle onto is adorned with elaborate spreads of throws and such.

has a fruitcake that is legit an heirloom. it’s so stale it’s a brick. you can use it as a doorstop, stepping-stool, or a bludgeoning weapon. (note: has been used for all. he once chucked it at a late night visitor. this is how he learned frodo takes late walks at night. this is also how frodo learned that sam has an arm on him)

his great aunt made it forever ago and honestly he doesn’t know if it’s still good. he keeps it around because it’s been with him so long he feels bad throwing it out.

likes pecan pie! goes nuts (pun intended) for it.

roast his own chestnuts, pecans and walnuts. has a strange grudge against macadamia nuts. (almost choked on one as a child)

very cozy. has scarves and mittens and even slippers (GASP) at the ready

likes to watch the rain with a cup of tea for hours on end

takes his tea with honey, two sugars, and cream. it barely counts as tea.

enjoys bubble baths.

guerrilla gardening. sam is a force to be reckoned with on this front. he is a strong advocate for native plants and will gut someone over deforestation.

carries a salt shaker filled with seeds everywhere. kind of just. shakes it around empty plots of land.

has a hostile land grab once a month and slowly expands the baggin’s garden by an inch, until it takes up nearly the whole estate.

has a great misconception about the appropriate amount to discuss you garden with someone. this is because:

he tends to talk about this to frodo, who will listen, good naturedly

frodo also prevents anyone from talking over sam or changing the subject

most hobbits are to polite (passive aggressive) and don’t have the skills to subtly change the subject in a way sam understands

and if he does recognize the effort he will avoid it

likes to try new recipes but at the same time never follows them

knows a great deal about farming hemp. this is because merry and pippin recruited him into their pipeweed shenanigans and now sam has unintentionally created a strain of the good stuff that has hobbits traveling miles to get their hands on

loves his houseplants like children. they have names and backstory and a rich inner life that he has created that could fill a book

is fighting a battle with english ivy at the moment and only slightly loosing it. it’s suffocating the tree outside his house and he’s not very happy with it.

[blue-bird1967]

The night before the Swan Song

[alicebeckstrom]

“Inside Bag End, Bilbo and Gandalf were sitting at the open window of a small room looking out west on to the garden. The late afternoon was bright and peaceful. The flowers glowed red and golden: snap-dragons and sunflowers, and nasturtians trailing all over the turf walls and peeping in at the round windows.” ~ The Fellowship of the Ring, A Long-expected Party (Art: “In the Garden of Bag End” by MatejCadil on DeviantArt) 

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 279

Now Danny didn’t mean to make a Bootube channel. He’d meant to send that sleep deprived ramble to Tucker, but he had clicked on the wrong app and yeah. Apparently people enjoy his space rambles- or it could have been the ghost blob-cats that had decided to flop onto him. (Honestly he wasn’t surprised they would start to mimic the shapes of things in their surroundings)

Tucker? Found it hilarious, as did Sam and Val and… um, okay this has become their shared channel now, nice. Though there are some strange comments on some of the videos. Really, what do they mean green sky and crazy tech???

[dulcescorderitas]

𝓬𝓪𝓻 𝓯𝓾𝓷

warnings: 18+, smut

the impala was parked under the shroud of an old oak tree, moonlight cutting slivers through its leaves and casting silver streaks across the glossy black hood. dean had stomped off into the woods, shotgun slung over his shoulder, muttering something about keeping watch and “not screwing it up.” you had bitten back a grin at his obliviousness.

sam’s hand was on your thigh the moment dean was out of earshot. long fingers curled, gripping the denim just tight enough to make you shiver.

“sam,” you teased, though your voice carried a warning you didn’t mean.

“what?” his voice was low, a slow drawl that rolled over your senses like whiskey over ice. “dean told us to watch the car.” his lips curved into that half-smirk, the one that always undid you. “i’m watching.”

it started with a kiss—soft at first, his lips brushing yours in a feather-light tease that quickly deepened as he tilted his head, tongue tracing your bottom lip before slipping inside to taste you. his hands weren’t idle, one cupping your jaw to keep you close while the other slipped higher up your thigh. the weight of his touch made you press closer, your fingers tangling in the soft waves of his hair as you kissed him back, harder, needier.

“backseat,” he murmured against your lips, his breath warm, his voice roughened by desire. you barely had time to process before he was guiding you over the console. the space was cramped, the impala’s leather seats cool against your heated skin, but it only added to the thrill, the taboo of it all.

sam followed you in, his large frame folding awkwardly until he was settled between your legs. he didn’t waste a second, his mouth finding yours again in a bruising kiss as his hands went to work, tugging at the hem of your shirt, peeling it off, and discarding it carelessly on the floor. his mouth followed, tracing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, your collarbone, until his lips found the curve of your breast. his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, making you arch against him, a soft moan spilling from your lips.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice heavy with reverence as his hands explored every inch of bare skin, mapping the curves and dips of your body with his calloused fingers.

your jeans were the next to go, the button popping free with a flick of his thumb before he dragged them down your hips. his hand dipped between your thighs, fingers teasing, tracing the damp fabric of your panties until you whimpered, hips bucking against his hand.

“sam,” you gasped, the word breaking on a breathy moan as he pushed the fabric aside, his fingers sliding through your wetness before pressing inside. his touch was sure, his fingers curling just right to make your back arch, your nails biting into his shoulders.

“fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he growled, his teeth scraping your earlobe as his fingers worked you open, his thumb finding your clit in a rhythm that had you panting, trembling, teetering on the edge. “you’ve been thinking about this all night, haven’t you? watching me, wanting me.”

“yes,” you admitted, your voice breaking on a moan as his hand worked you harder, faster. the pressure coiled tighter, your body bowing under his touch, but just as you were about to fall apart, he pulled his fingers away, leaving you empty and aching.

“not yet,” he said, his voice thick with restraint as he undid his belt, the clink of metal sharp in the silence. he shoved his jeans down just enough to free himself, his cock hard and thick and already leaking. he stroked himself once, twice, before positioning himself at your entrance.

“look at me,” he commanded, his voice dark, his eyes locked on yours as he pushed inside, the stretch of him stealing your breath. he groaned low in his throat, his head dropping to your shoulder as he bottomed out, his hips flush against yours.

“God, you feel so good,” he rasped, his breath hot against your skin as he began to move, slow at first, each thrust deliberate, designed to drive you wild. but the slow burn didn’t last. your nails clawed at his back, your hips meeting his in a rhythm that begged for more, harder, faster.

the impala rocked with the force of his thrusts, the leather creaking under your combined weight. sam braced himself above you, one hand gripping the seat, the other tangling in your hair as he kissed you again, his mouth devouring yours in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and unbridled need.

“fuck,” he groaned, his pace faltering as your walls clenched around him, drawing him deeper, harder. “you’re gonna make me lose it.”

“do it,” you urged, your voice trembling with need as your own release crested, your body shuddering beneath him as you came with a cry, your nails digging into his shoulders.

sam followed you over the edge, his thrusts growing erratic, desperate as he spilled inside you, his groan muffled against your neck as he collapsed against you, his body trembling with aftershocks.

for a moment, the only sound was your ragged breathing, the soft creak of the leather beneath you. then sam lifted his head, his lips finding yours in a soft, lingering kiss that left you breathless all over again.

“think dean noticed?” you asked, your voice teasing as you ran a hand through his sweat-damp hair.

sam chuckled, low and deep, his lips brushing yours in a promise of more. “who cares?”

[i-may-be-an-emu]

look at these CUTIES

(From a try not to laugh video on insta, latest video)

[seasononesam]

I heard someone crying. Who, tho', could it be? Maybe it was mother, Calling out, come see.

[speerfisch]

Something is coming

[artfartt]

[savagewildnerness]

Part 9:

Lestat is nopeing at the pain so hard that he’ll try to provoke Louis into retaliation rather than kindness. And he still kind of feels that’s where this is heading anyway… to a “but Claudia is dead and it is your fault” because he knows it.

Oh! 😭 (eloquent, I am.)

Uh oh Lestat, Louis is just about to tell you & your shattered soul all you ever wanted to hear from him…

Ok, that’s enough for today!

[oldshowbiz]

Toronto as you remember it

[whygaia]

The Last Dinner Party at the Garden’s Gate🌿⚔️

The Last Supper meets Questions and Concerns

Prints available in here

I forgot to share this, I made it for the anniversary of TBAGG

[rosseliz01]

Source unknown

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 291

You know what? I’m feelin’ a Prompt with the whole halfa family, all the clones and everything. 

See, Danny? He’s grown up, he’s moved out, started looking at colleges himself after spending a few years travelling and learning about himself without the threat of a ghost attack. 

He’s kept in touch with his friends, both living and dead, and ignores Vlad for the most part now that they’ve reached a truce of sorts, and honestly? He’s just living his life. 

But see, it’s kind of hard to figure out what college to pick, with his admittedly not-great choices. Look, he might have a new-ish ID but he’s still visibly not exactly human (though thankfully doesn’t have to worry about the GIW after a… summer activity that ended with several missing buildings) 

And most people he goes to? Finds him ‘too unsettling’ which excuse him?? How is he unsettling? He’s a twenty-five year old with six kids ranging from one to six! How is that “scary” huh? Ancients, and all this is making him use the cash he’s saved up over time. 

And then- as though all of this isn’t stressful enough and he’s not genuinely worried that he won’t have enough money to feed the kids if he goes to school- a hero nearly trips over Jordan and starts freaking out. He is so fucking done. 

[charlie-brushset]

I read a wonderful fic called through a glass, darkly on AO3 and it broke me out of a months long art rut!

Thank you so much to the author for inspiring me!

Summary:

“I think, Sam,” Frodo said slowly, tilting his head back and back as he gazed at the closed-off skyline, “we’ve ended up quite a ways from the Shire.” Frodo and Sam find themselves lost in The Unknown, with no easy way of getting home again. The resulting journey through the woods—through mist, monsters, and meetings with friends and strangers alike—will take all their daring, strength, and maybe some of their secrets, too.

[dayurno]

“but if you didnt read aftg for the sports or the romance what did you read it for” is such a good question. unfortunately i am weird and mean and i read it because i like reading about people who are also weird and mean