#sam was right about you

[anemicpopnatural]

"In my mind, I was sitting there thinking that, you know, it was like this flashback. You know they say that when you're about to die your life flashes before you?"

It's all coming back to me now //

Destiel

[luxurystark-jackson]

“i spent all that time trying to get through to you. dean calls once and now it’s hello??”

*uninterested* “yes”

“so, what, you like him better or something?”

“dean and i do share a more profound bond”

gay people really can’t confess their love normally they gotta say shit like “profound bond”

[pagingdork]

oh he's down ASTRONOMICAL.

"My shadows favorite color is yellow?"

The Qohlye: Yellow.

Evan: Give Sam something Yellow!

[bixels]

I just saw one of your fave games is What remains of Edith Finch and I’m so happy! I feel like its a lesser known game but i loved playing through it. I’m so happy to know more than just my small friend group know about this game!

Sorry this isn’t a question. Also want to say that you’re art is amazing and the development of the designs is so interesting to see. Also the way you draw intimate scenes have so much emotion to them. I love the Aj and rarity kissing comic so much, you can just feel their love for each other ;w;

Thank you so much!

I highly, highly, highly recommend What Remains of Edith Finch to anyone interested in narrative game experiences/"walking simulators." It's one of those games that was handcrafted with nothing but love. Every room you explore is just... real. The way the light flows in and makes the colors of the living room, the kitchen, the bedrooms glow. Playing the game is like walking through your childhood home as an adult and seeing how the dust clings to everything you once touched. Also genius-level gameplay mechanics, ones that can make you completely empathetic with the character you're embodying or feel completely complacent in their tragedy. It's really not fair to call it a walking simulator because it's so much more and so much smarter than that.Everyone talks about the fish one.

The theme of death and memory and storytelling and the burden of invisible trauma and self-fulfilling prophecies is so affecting too. The ending made me cry.

[endoferasandallthings]

[firestorm09890]

Penny stardewvalley makes me so sad because she's SO sensitive to, like, basically everything you tell her (telling her that you can't stand children while two children are nearby is a pretty lousy move but -1500 friendship?? being a jerk to other characters' faces typically loses you about 50 points, and if you choose the option labeled "creepy" and ask Leah for a kiss in her 2 heart event she physically hits you and kicks you out of her house but that's only -100 friendship…) and so if you want to befriend her it's a whole lot of lying and tiptoeing around her feelings (2 hearts: George was right but saying that makes her feel bad. 6 hearts: her food sucks but even if you try to be polite about it she feels like a failure; only a bald-faced lie pleases her. 8 hearts: saying you don't want to be tied down with a family loses you a little bit of friendship and she's only happy if you say you want kids) and I can't help but think she's a product of her environment. She lives in a trailer with only her mother, who gets drunk every night and has something of a temper. Penny's like a skittish rescue animal who won’t even come out from hiding under something unless you leave her lots of treats

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 251

Danny is tired and annoyed. On one hand, his parents took the whole ‘so I might be slightly dead’ pretty well! Which is good! On the other, they decided to send him and his sisters to their uncle while they take care of the Guys in White and refurbish the house to be, well, him safe. Which meant a ridiculously long flight all the way to New Jersey. 

A flight he was pretty sure happened to be illegal what with the fact that neither of them were asked for their IDs or anything despite having them with them. Hm. Y’know he’s not going to question it, he’s getting a nap the moment they get to Uncle Harvey’s. 

[charlie-rulerofhell]

Pick up the pace, pack up the gear Gimme some face, a souvenir Here come the gays, here comes the fear Now we're having fun

[utilitycaster]

I feel like a lot of people mistake comic relief or goofiness for lack of effort or caring by the creator, and that belies a real lack of understanding of like, writing and humor and art in general.

[anthony-crowleys-left-nut]

i think one of my favorite things about the loustat reunion (apart from my being a loustat shipper) is something that i believe jacob himself touched on: after all of the horror that we saw, the message it carries is so incredibly optimistic. in a gothic story about undead monsters who survive on the death of others, we are given the possibility of growth and change. we may not have as long as they do but just like lestat and louis we have the opportunity to become better versions of ourselves until the very day that we die. just as they do we have the ability to learn until our last breath. we don't always have to forgive each other the way they did but we can always move on. every one of us. and that makes me feel just a little bit better about myself.

[seasononesam]

obsessed with literally everything about this 1x14 nightmare promotional poster

[arsenicflame]

It's a time-honoured tradition- every time Sam comes across Izzy (and Ed) in their travels, he asks Izzy to marry him. And every time, Izzy turns him down.

At this point, Sam is asking more for the sake of it than any belief Izzy will ever say yes, a remnant of childhood dedication touched with 30 years of heartbreak and regret- though even now, a small part of him still holds out hope. Sam's promises have only got more extravagant over the years, from a job as his first mate, to a captaincy, a fleet at his command, a whole fucking island if that's what Izzy wants- but he knows it isn't though, not really. If Izzy was ever going to agree to marry him, to leave his life and go with Sam, it wouldn't be for anything Sam could offer him. Izzy never did care for flashy shows of wealth, for a ship or to be captain. The only thing that ever mattered to him was loyalty given, and loyalty shown in return. 

It all comes to a head after Stede left and came back, after Izzy lost a toe, lost his leg. Sam hasn't seen him since before things with Ed started to really slide off the rails, before stress permanently set into the lines of Izzy’s face. So, when he sees a dishevelled man with a hoof for a leg in a no-name port, he doesn't even consider the idea that he might know him. It's only when he turns towards him, and Sam catches a glance at those oh too familiar tattoos, he realises this is Izzy, his Izzy, that stands before him.

Knowing Izzy's discomfort with pity, he doesn't treat him any differently than he would in years gone by, positioning himself in Izzy's line of sight before approaching and sweeping him up into a bone crushing hug. 

“Israel-goddamn-Hands!” he exclaims, as Izzy grumbles back a begrudging “Samuel-fucking-Bellamy”, a tradition almost as old as their friendship itself. Izzy might not hug him back, but he can’t keep the corner of his mouth from twitching, just for a second.

(If Sam holds Izzy a little tighter and a little longer than usual, well. That's his business)

By the time Sam lets go, most of the crew has appeared in the town square, drawn in by the commotion. They may have given Izzy his leg and welcomed him as one of them, but still there’s an underlying tension, with nobody quite ready to set aside everything that happened before the Kraken. Seeing him cosying up to an unknown man sets everyone on edge, unsure whether to come to their first mate’s aid, or to assume that they've been betrayed once again.

When Ed sees that the yelling was Sam, his hand goes tense where it's held in Stede's. He knows the routine, has seen it more times than he can count, but as he watches them part he realises that this is the first time in a long time he's unsure of what Izzy's response will be.

Knowing that something’s different, knowing that Izzy's feeling vulnerable already, Sam doesn't go for the same flashy proposal he’s been giving for years. He doesn't promise Izzy the world, he doesn't cause a scene (or, any more of a scene than he already has, anyway). He looks at the fractured man in front of him, takes his face in his hands, and says the exact same thing to him he said when they were little more than boys. “Israel, I have to ask you. I know what you'll say, but I have to try. Come with me. Marry me and sail away with me. I'll keep you safe”

And Izzy… hesitates. He glances over at Ed, at Stede, and says to Sam “...We’re staying in port for a week. Ask me again then”

That's the moment Sam knows there is something deeply, horribly, wrong. He's not just looking at an Izzy who got seriously injured in a fight and is struggling to cope, this is something so much bigger than that- and that Ed has something to do with it. Izzy wouldn't even be considering leaving if he didn't. Whether it was negligence or something more sinister, Sam doesn't yet know, but he intends to find out.

[according2thelore]

they don’t know it, but as of today, dean dies in one year.

to them, it’s another day on the calendar, and dean spends it working on a busted-up ford in the garage. sam spends it on the phone with one of garth's contacts, filling them in on kitsune lore. in the afternoon, they both take miracle on a trip into town to get another bag of kibble and argue over buying another bag of tennis balls to replace the ones he keeps losing.

they eat leftover meatloaf tonight for dinner, and sit in front of a the mentalist rerun. dean's not happy with the meatloaf that he made the night before, stating that he should've seasoned it more, but sam insists that it's fine. they make plans to go up to the lake this weekend, because they haven't been in a while.

chuck is gone. life is good. life is short, but neither of them realize how short, quite yet.

sam doesn't know that next month, he and dean will have their last christmas. he doesn't know that these are the last fits dean will pitch over the strength of the eggnog and the quality of the tree they chop down. he doesn't know the debate of which beer to pair with their christmas dinner that he's rolling his eyes over now will be a memory that'll he'll think about for every christmas for the rest of his life.

dean doesn't know that he has one more birthday with his brother, sam sliding him a year's membership to a DVD rental service, and that he will be thrilled. he already has everything he could want. but he still insists they request the full james bond collection first.

they don't know, of course.

but the night is pleasantly quiet and cool, and they trade their goodnights in front of dean's door.

dean has three hundred sixty four days to live, and he trips over a discarded pair of jeans on his floor. damn, he's getting old.

[fangirls-just-want-to-have-fun]

"I...love you." "I love you."

[honey-beezer]

Rewatched Moist & Magical and thinking about the gender of it all.

"I wanted to be a witch" "You cannae be a witch" "Why cannae I be a witch" "Because you're a boy. You can be a warlock or a wizard" "I want to be a boy witch"

Like initially the premise gets played off as a smart gender joke within the meta of the storytelling and becomes a major plot point along the way, but I can't stop thinking about it.

I don't want to be a boy or a girl, but some shade between and yet outside it all. I want to be a woman with a beard and long hair and gravel in my voice. I want to be a man in eye liner and a skirt and work boots laced tight. I feel some of my most feminine when I am wearing baggy, heavy clothes or building sets for a show. I still refuse to wear glasses that aren't that hipster square shape and made of dark material because it makes my face look more masculine. I dressed up as a vampire for halloween this year and looking into a mirror and seeing my high hairline and stubble poking through and the corset hugging me and my hair long and fluffy and a dark red lip and an open view of my chest that I don't hide from anymore and I felt so at home in my body in a way that I haven't in years. My relationship to gender not easy to figure out, and, as someone living in it, digesting it is laborious. And I don't expect everyone to get it; that's not the point. That was never the point. The crux of it all: Boys, if magical, can be ONLY a warlock or a wizard.

But I want to be a boy witch.

[shallowseeker]

What drew them to each other is that they were both willing to do reprehensible things.

Whether it's to save their own skins, to save their families, to carry out a plan... They're naturally fucked up in the same pragmatic way.

But they can BE their full, "flawed, petty evil creatures" in full light of the other.

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DUNDUNDUN SAM WAS JUST WAITING FOR HER TO TURN AWAY WHAT A BASTARD

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She should've gotten to KILL him at least once, I think. Just to further make their bond weirder.

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"Don't struggle," she says.

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ALSO.

I like to watch the unraveling futility of their ambitions. Rowena, Crowley, and Sam were all united by wanting status and ambition to help them escape "a rigged game."

"And it took everything from me, everyone I love-- my family."

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BOOM. There it is.

See, Rowena sees the lengths Sam will go, and she actually RESPECTS it.

Their relationship is built on the comfort of understanding WHY they're willing to gut each other AND each other's loved ones. Strong feelings that they try to dissociate themselves from.

They use their smarts and ruthlessness to protect themselves and their loved ones at all costs.

And they both want to change.

"You were never gonna kill him. There was a time you would've. But not now."

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There is such an--an OPENNESS about the bad things they've done, and Sam needs that in his life.

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And in season 15, Rowena knows that Sam wouldn't have been able to kill her at the end there... not unless she guided his hand and helped him.