#sam x anna

[bayoubodycount]

Me, wondering when this show will air again:

Already that power couple™️

Sam Reid and Anna Torv in The Newsreader

[elialys]

ANNA TORV and SAM REID as Helen Norville & Dale Jennings | The Newsreader (Season 3 Trailer)

[boogflake]

did you guys know i loved Esmeranna

[bloodofakashainme]

Season 3 Trailer of The Newsreader📺

[whichcouldmeanothing]

Helen. This is not fair. It's not exactly like you've been forthcoming about everything in your life.

THE NEWSREADER 1x06 "Meltdown"

[halfstayed]

Helen & Dale from The Newsreader (2021–)

TV APPRECIATION WEEK 2024 — favourite couple/dynamic

[helen-norvilles-female-rage]

Helen Norville truly is the female character of all time.

She’s strong, but not in a way a caricature “strong female character” is strong (being physically powerful, aggressive, capable of violence, etc). She’s not just a male character but sexy.

She’s thoughtful, sure in her convictions, decicated to helping the vulnerable, empathetic. She has a strong sense of justice. She’s loving. She protects people she loves. She knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to take it. She keeps standing up for herself and others even though she’s constantly being met with people putting her down in the worst ways. She has an open mind despite all the culture around her telling her not to. She endured many years of abuse and persevered. She’s extremely competent and knows it. She’s unapologetic. And she has amazing hair.

She’s also extremely vulnerable, easily swayed by personal attacks, unstable, prone to sinking to lows, gets overwhelmed by her emotions and is generally a bit of a mess. She flees when she’s scared. She’s deeply insecure when it comes to close relationships. She is affected by serious mental health issues. She has trauma and shame around it.

She’s Dale’s superior. She’s his mentor. She’s older than him. She doesn’t want marriage or children. What a beautiful “fuck you” to rigid patriarchal gender roles.

If this doesn’t read “complex female character who has real depth and isn’t made for male gaze but is fully human and her own person” idk what does. Thank you for reading my essay

[kryptonbabe]

Professor X's new clothes, or the day the Morlocks saved Charles Xavier's life and briefly gave him a new punk wardrobe as a treat

Source and + under the cut

Bonus: the time Charles judged Sam's clothes and how it came back to bite his ass

From New Mutants #23 (1984)

From Uncanny X-Men #193 (1985)

[sivyera]

Dating PEN15 characters would include...

ft. maya, anna, shuji, alex, dustin, sam, brandt, andy

⤷ Maya

Maya would be so happy that you two are dating, like really. She would be kinda insecure so sometimes you would have to assure her that you love her and only her. Anna would be really happy for you two. Late night talks on the phone. PDA in the public is like holding hands or little kiss on a cheek, if she feels confident enough. She would often buy you some of your fav snacks.Matching necklaces or bracelets. She would be awkward at first but after a few weeks of dating, she would be less awkward. Styling her hair, she loves when you touch her hair. In private she would be more affection, but you have to take things slow.

⤷ Anna

Anna would be also very happy about the fact that you two are dating. Also insecure so you have to assure her that she is the only one for you. She would loves to cuddle you for sure, but at first she would know how, so you will have to help her a bit. Matching t-shirts and pyjamas. Lots of silly photos together. She has few photos of you she took whenever she found you beautiful (which is all the time but yk). You made a playlist together and she listens to it ALL THE TIME. She loves when you do her make-up, but she also loves doing your make-up. Going on a date every Monday. Trying new foods together sometimes at home and sometimes on the dates. She really loves you and she is often scared that she will lose you..

⤷ Shuji

OMG Shuji was over the moon when you said that you love him. Movie nights! He loves cuddling with you (I think he's kinda touchstarved yk) Probably the most fav cuddling position is him being the big spoon, he feels like he's protecting you. But sometimes when he's too tired, he buries his face into your neck and wrap his arms around your waist. Night walks and deep talks whenever one of you need to get something off your chest. He LOVES when you play with his hair or scratch his scalp while cuddling. Ass and thighs guy, but he prefers your face and eys. Neck kisses are his favourite, if I don't count your lips. Maya thinks you are the prettiest girl in the world (Shuji thinks it too) and she often come to you with Anna and asks for help with girl stuff. Very protective bf!!

⤷ Alex

Pretty chill bf but whenever someone insults you or hurts you in any other way, he snaps and will beat the person up. Shows you off and Heather is jealous that Alex found someone prettier than her so she will kinda bully you but she quickly notice that you don't take any of her mean comments. He loves kissing you on the lips, but kiss on the nose will also do it. Cuddles whenever he has a chance. Ass guy definitely. He loves watching horror movies with you. He is a small spoon most of the time because he loves when you hold him and he can easily grab and squeeze you ass cuz he's lower (yk what i mean). He loves watching you (admiring you) and it doesn't matter what are you doing, he just find you beautiful at every moment.

⤷ Dustin

Protective bf! Matching earings. Movie nights at his place, mostly watching some comedies or sci-fi movies. Sitting on his back when he does push-ups. Forehead or neck kisses are his favourite, but he also loves your lips. Hugs from behind. Hot quickies in the boys locker room. Thighs guy. Smacks your ass whenever he has a chance. Playful teasing and bullying each other. When you two are cuddling he loves holding you from behind so your ass is in his lap, his arms around your waist and his head behind yours so he can easily kiss your neck or the back of your head. He LOVES LOVES when you stoke his hair and scratching his scalp. He loves when you cups his face with your hands and kiss him. His parents loves you a lot, but not more then him.

⤷ Sam

He is like a teddy bear, big and cuddly. Your lips are his favourite and his second favourite is kiss on your cheeks. Watching him wrestling and being his biggest fan. His boy friends are litttle jealous that Sam has a girlfriend and they don't, but after all they are really happy for you two. I think he is a big fan of star wars, so star wars marathons. Baking together. Painting his nails. He loves your voice, like you can just talk about the most boring thing in the world but still he will listen to you and find in calming. PDA in public is mostly holding your hand or holds you by your waist and sometimes kiss on the cheeks. He doesn't like picking between ass, thighs or boobs so he always chooses your smile because he loves it the most, jk he loves all of you.

⤷ Brandt

Brandt will show you off ALL THE TIME. He is so proud about the fact that you two are dating. He is such a tease so he will tease you all the time. Tits guy 100%! He is always using his tongue whenever you guys kiss. Calling you hottie. Movie nights, which often end with the two of you passionately kissing on his bed, the movie is completely forgotten. He has always his hand on you, like your waist, thigh, lower back, doesn't matter. PDA in public wild, like he will just french kiss you in front of everybody with no shame. He will protect you and he doesn't like when any other guy or a girl is looking at you. Sleepovers are mostly at your place, because of his parents.

⤷ Andy

Andy would be the most protective of them all. If someone even dares to insult you, they're dead. He will beat them up. There was a lot of times he got into a fight with some other guy because of you. When he's working out, he likes when you're watching him or helping him, like being on his back when he's doing push-ups, holding his legs when he's doing sit-ups etc. Most of the time you will have a hic on your neck, he just can't get enough of you, you're driving him crazy. He will sneak into your bedroom late at night just to see you and talk to you. Ass guy. Playing fights together and he always lets you win just to see your beautiful smile you do when you win. Kissing your forehead whenever you are upset. His hugs are the best because of his strong arms.

[stark-and-lightman]

SxA moodboards → Recipes for love and murder AU

Audrey Hall is an excellent cook, she moved in an little Yorkshire town a couple of years ago to escape a violent marriage. She writes a column for the local newspaper: people confess their love and life tribulations to her and she answers with heartfelt advices and tasty recipes.

Siegfried Farnon is a disgruntled cop in the same Yorkshire town. It's an easy job, nothing ever happens. Until one of Audrey Hall's correspondents ends up dead after confessing alarming things to her in one of the letters.

Now Siegfried and Audrey are forced to collaborate to find the murderer. And, in the meantime, maybe they will also find love.

[creativelycomplex]

Started watching ‘The Newsreader’ as a thirst watch for Sam Reid. Left the show obsessed with puppy dog Dale Jennings, and bad bitch Helen Norville.

[roominthecastle]

"They are sort of married already." — Sam West

[elialys]

ANNA TORV & SAM REID | THE NEWSREADER Reacting to their iconic scenes [x] (part 1)

[wildflowermimsy]

I love you it’ll pass

[itsjusbleh]

sam zablowski x reader oneshot

a/n: GRRSRRSARTA sam is so under appreciated and his actor is just… ughhhhh anyways the time is set when reader and sam are juniors in highschool.

It was first day for eleventh grade and Sam felt muggy. He attempted to walk into school with one bag strap off his shoulder but ended up aggressively putting it on his shoulder because it was just too damn uncomfortable and awkward. Walking alongside Gabe and almost tripping on the stairs to the entrance, his mind was in a tired blur. Summer break went way too fast and he felt like he just couldn’t keep up.

Barging past people, he hooked a hand around Gabe’s shoulder to avoid losing him in the ocean of teenagers.

“Ouch, my nipple,” Gabe seethed after getting barged by a random passing through. Sam suppressed a laugh from spilling out as he grinned at him.

Losing the traffic finally, they reached Sam’s locker and Sam tossed his bag onto the floor with an exaggerated groan. Gabe resumed his gamblings as he leaned against the other lockers. Sam turned his head to see Anna and Maya chatting away, smiles cheesy and wide. His stomach churned a little. Things were always a bit weird with Maya after they had stopped going out a year ago.

“Back onto my theory that Darth Vader was actually dead all along. When Vader says to…” Gabe’s words went through deaf ears as he watched the two girls break into a funny dance splitting apart slightly and revealing another girl in the middle of them doing the same thing.

His chest tightened and his heart did a little spin. With a dry mouth, he muttered, “Who’s that?”

“Huh?” Gabe says, following Sam’s eyesight. “I dunno.”

She was really pretty. He’d never seen her before, ever. Her smile was capturing and her style was dope. He sucks in a tight breath.

“She must be pretty weird if she’s talking with Maya and Anna,” Gabe adds with a scoff.

“Yeah,” Sam looks away, pushing down his thoughts with a forced laugh.

*

Moving schools was hard for you. Like any other person, it’s different and new, something that humans don’t like at most times. You parked at your locker with awkward insecurity and were lucky enough to have a blond girl named Anna’s locker next to you, with her friend Maya talking to her.

After exchanging names, Maya tilted her head at you. “You’re new, right, because.. I’ve never seen you around, right, Anna?” She looks to the blonde, to which she nods in response, shifting a piece of hair from her face.

“Yeah, no, I haven’t seen you around…”

“I just moved. I used to live two hours away,” you say, looking down at Maya’s blue shirt and seeing Bratz printed on it. “You like Bratz?”

“Yeah,” she drags out, smiling as she exchanges excited looks with Anna. “The intro song is like, so catchy cause it goes like…”

Both her and Anna start moving their bodies in a little dance, going, “Ooooh, Bratz.”

You giggle, mumbling the song too and moving your shoulders like a wave. You all burst into laughter, backs hunching over. First friends, maybe you aren’t gonna do so bad.

Your first class was history, and you piled yourself into a chair blindly, a bit anxious to start your first lesson at your new school. About forty minutes into the class, your pencil’s led had gone flat. Rummaging through your pencil case, you frown to see no sharpener in there. You bite your lip, turning your head to see a brunette boy.

“Excuse me,” you mumble, and his eyes flicker to you. Gosh, they were such an intense colour of brown, it actually took you aback. “Um, do you have a sharpener I could borrow. Please?”

He stares at you for a second, but he snaps out of it, muttering, “Yeah, let me just.. grab it for you.”

When he hands the sharpener to you, your fingers graze and while your sharpen your pencil, you can feel his eyes at your shoes.

“I like your shoes.”

Looking down at your converses, you smile. “Thanks, my mum got them for me last Christmas.”

When you look up, he’s staring at you again. His head turns away really quick and he looks to something, squinting his eyes a little.

Looking back at your book, your nose crinkles. He’s a bit weird.

“I’m Sam, by the way.”

You look at him again to see he’s not even looking at you but at the board. You say your name as well, turning your attention to the teacher. For the rest of the lesson, you strangely had a fluttery feeling inside of you.

A few weeks later, you’re settling in more than you thought you’d be. Anna and Maya were really good friends to you, and you were understanding your classes pretty well.

On a Friday, you had history last, and you were paired up with Sam for your assignment. There was a specific sort of tension between the two of you. Not awkward, just.. odd. Odd tension.

“So my house?” Sam asks while the class packs up, flipping his book in his hands.

“What was that?”

“Do you wanna come to my house. For the assignment, I mean. We’ll get some done this afternoon, maybe. If you want to,” he explains.

The bell rings. “Um, sure. I’ll just go quickly ask my mum,” you reply with a smile.

“Cool,” Sam points a finger gun at you, but he retracts it within an instant. “Fuck, that was so bad.”

You break out into a laugh, walking out the classroom doors with him. “I just cringed, like, so bad.”

When you got to his house, you knocked at the door and his mom opened it. She was really nice and your nerves eased at the homely welcome. She led you up to Sam’s room, and that’s when the nerves came rolling back in.

“Now, I’m leaving the door open,” his mum scolds in a joking manner, and your skin burns with the embarrassment of the implication behind it.

“Mom, oh my god—“ Sam yelps, slapping a hand to his forehead in stress. She leaves with a few giggles, and he looks to you with a sympathy felt expression. “Sorry about that, she’s so…”

“No, no, it’s okay. She’s nice,” you wave your hands. Your eyes skim around his room, head turning. “Your room’s cool.”

“Thanks,” he sighs, leaning back in his chair a little. His legs spread out slightly, and the motion makes you look somewhere else. “So,” he pats his thighs. “The assignment. You can come sit on my bed if you want.”

You have to fight the butterflies spawning immediately in your stomach. You were so pathetic that sitting on Sam’s bed was excruciatingly extreme for you. You awkwardly sit on his bed near him, flipping open the assignment sheets and taking out a pencil from your case.

About thirty minutes pass by of work when Sam gets up from the chair and stretches, groaning a bit. He moves to sit on the bed as well, even more closer to you as he leans up against the headboard with his legs in a pretzel.

It’s probably been a hour and a half and you’re tired. You keep on yawning and your eyes itch every two seconds. Your concentration disappears by the minute and you’re ready to head home for dinner and bed. Wanting to finish the last paragraph on the page, you turn to Sam. “Hey, how should we word the last sentence?”

He licks at his lips as he leans over to you and your sheet, looming over your shoulder. “Um…” As he thinks, you feel his breath fanning at your skin, making goosebumps arise. He smells of clean laundry and grass, stirring the mushy gather of butterflies in your belly. “Link it back up to the first sentence, so be like… yada-yada proves this accusation to be false due to what’s-his-name’s quote stated above.”

The air is still and it’s all quiet for what feels like for an eternity as he looks to your face. “Yeah, okay,” you quip, writing just what he had said.

What you don’t expect is for him to still be there once you’re done writing and you audibly suck in a breath when you turn to see him so close. He blinks a few times, and you catch the way his eyes drop a split second to your lips. Your heart begins to speed up, the tension now clear to you.

His head moves and he captures your lips in a kiss. You accept it as you let go of your breath, nimbly placing a hand on his knee to stabilise yourself. Breaking apart for a second, he kisses you again, this time with a tad more energy.

His hand comes up to hold your neck, as his tongue prods at the slit of your lips. You allow access to him, shyly allowing his tongue to slide along yours as his head tilts at an angle. You turn yourself more to him, and his other hand moves to grip at your hip, thumb drawing circles on your jeans.

You can feel your insides melt to a goop, can feel the tiny pulse beginning in the middle of your thighs. His lips are feathery and his mouth is warm, and you can feel your heartbeat now pounding against your ribcage.

You’re the one to let go, as your lungs feel like they’re going to burst. Or maybe it’s your heart, you don’t know.

There are his gorgeous brown eyes, staring so deep into you. “Sorry,” he mutters with a few puffs of ragged breath, and you could just melt right there.

“Why are you sorry?” You whisper back, unable to keep the unevenness of your breath at bay as well. He looks down for just a moment before he looks back up at you.

His shoulder lightly shrugs, “I dunno.”

You can’t help the way your lips swirl into a tiny grin, cheeks at a temperature of a burning oven. “You shouldn’t be.”

His eyes run around the map of your face, awe shun clear in them. “Then I’m not,” he states softly, smoothing his hand around your neck to support the back of it. He lets his fingers skim through your hair as he pulls you in for another kiss.

[sirlancenotalot]